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

make a lot

earlier?” I asked, and the man from earlier stood up from the bed. He was still in clothes from the

hard not to when you wouldn’t stay

face him. “I- I have

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

My lips part.

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

come to dispose off your

he was psychotic enough to

on it, “Why am I

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

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

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one corner of his lips turning up. “Whatever I

that.” My voice raises, thoughts of Jenny filling in my head. She would keep waiting for me, and

he indulged, “Why can’t

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

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

not being able to form a proper sentence without stuttering. The man in front of me was intimidating, and that didn’t even begin to cover up what a psychotic devil he was.

keep you under my roof without thoroughly

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 when you decided to

whisper, sounding as

not like you have somebody out there who’s going to miss

life was dead except Jenny, but I couldn’t tell him that. I couldn’t tell him because if there was

would miss

He c*ks

out before

“I see.

“You see?”