His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 93

[MIA]

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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

can make a lot of noise.

bed. He was still in clothes from the previous afternoon, only

not to when you wouldn’t stay y silent for a

up to face him. “I- I have been silent

replied, standing at a safe six feet distance from me.

My lips part.

you didn’t send anyone to check?” I asked in return. Obviously he wasn’t going to care if I had been dead,

off your body, didn’t

convinced I was that he was psychotic enough to kill an innocent family just for fun and games, and

focusing on it,

your head?” He deadpanned, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “You stuck your nose where it doesn’t belong, cupcake,

try sounding unfazed which was not. “What are

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lips turning up. “Whatever I please, cupcake, that

that.” My voice raises, thoughts of Jenny filling in my head. She would keep waiting for me, and I would never show up. She’s going to

he indulged, “Why can’t

have a life outside! I have people

amused. “You just did disappear, like you never existed. And what life are you talking about? You’re a baker with

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

you under my roof without thoroughly finding out about who you

and I work hard and I have dreams and I had a plan, and you can’t.” my voice breaks into a

it away from you. You gave it away when you decided

sounding as broken as

have somebody out there who’s going to

missed my vile life was dead except Jenny, but I couldn’t tell him that. I couldn’t tell him

someone who would miss

c*ks

out before I could even

“I see.

“You see?”