His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 93

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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

so tiny, you can make a lot of noise.

had heard me screaming earlier?” I asked, and the man from earlier stood up from the bed. He was still in clothes from the previous afternoon, only this time, the sleeve of his white shirt

when you wouldn’t stay y

to face him. “I- I have been silent

replied, standing at a safe six feet distance

My lips part.

in return. Obviously he wasn’t going to care if I had been

your body, didn’t I?” He

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

focusing on it, “Why am I

need a recap? Did you hurt your head?” He deadpanned, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “You stuck your

I here?” I try sounding unfazed which was not. “What are you going

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

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

me,” he indulged, “Why can’t

life outside! I have

his lips as if thoroughly amused. “You just did disappear, like you never existed. And what life

me was intimidating, and that didn’t even begin to cover up what a psychotic devil he

you under

normal person, I beg “I own a bakery, and I work hard and I have dreams and I had a plan, and you can’t.” my voice breaks into a whisper, you can’t take it away from

didn’t take it away from you. You gave it away

whisper, sounding as broken

have somebody out

but I couldn’t tell him that. I couldn’t tell him because if there was a

have someone who would miss

c*ks an

before I could

“I see.

“You see?”