His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 93

[MIA]

1

was in the centre of a world that every parent warned their chill to stay away from. When the tears dried out and my voice gave up from crying, begging and screaming from the room I was locked in but the door never opened, anger made its way

to me.

He is the mafia. He is dangerous, a murderer, and those veiny arms and long fingers with which he had held my head? They

were covered in blood.

And yet, he had misused his power to lock me in a gilded cage in his house. Albeit it was a huge room, about the size of my apartment with greys walls, a huge bed and a bathroom the size of my room- it was just that. A fancy cage.

The windows were at a height, probably the first floor, but there were guards stationed right below it that wouldn’t move. They hadn’t since the four hours I had been there.

My stomach rumbled, and even though I shivered partly from the cold and partly from fear, I refused to get into the bed or the comfort of the blanket.

I fell asleep-hugging my knees on the floor.

When my eyes opened again, there was no light seeping in from the windows. It was still

the middle of it

The door to my room was still locked from outside it secuned, and no one had interrupted my sleep or offered me food.

Or so I thought, until I saw a silhouette sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me in the dim light.

“Oh my, God, I shrieked, clutching my chest

so tiny, you can make a lot

asked, and the man from earlier stood up from the bed. He was

when you wouldn’t stay y silent

“I- I have been silent for a while

a safe six feet distance from me.

My lips part.

care if I had been dead, but the fact that he was so neutral and accustomed to

come to dispose off your body, didn’t

more convinced I was that he was psychotic enough to kill an innocent family just for fun and games, and not

breathed, focusing on it, “Why

deadpanned, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

I here?” I try sounding unfazed which

Chapter 93

eyes-twinkle in the dim, one corner of his lips turning up. “Whatever I please, cupcake, that

thoughts of Jenny filling in my head. She would keep waiting for me, and I would never show up. She’s going to think I abandoned her, and I

he indulged, “Why can’t

have a life outside! I have people and- and I can’t

like you never existed. And what

front of me was intimidating, and that didn’t even begin to cover up what a psychotic devil he was. “How do you know

you really think I was going to keep you under my roof without thoroughly finding out about

I have dreams and I had a plan,

gave it away when you decided to mess with the Mafia. He nonchalantly

as

out there who’s going to

tell him because if there was a chance

who would

c*ks

out before

“I see.

“You see?”