His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 147

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a hot shanger

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was in the goo. “It’s just going to

to him. Do something, please,” I manage to croak out. “I can’t

zones down when he takes steps closer to me. “Focus on

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ways onto my shoulders. “You’re okay. It’s just me

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got you.” he adds.

now, and when I look up, I realise he

On the dance floor. And then when he had pinned me to the wall, he was this close to me, staring down at me like I was his damnation and

thinking of that.

pulls me out of my thoughts. “Breathe

beats under my

he takes a breath, and so do

flip like it had

it stays that way for a whole of twenty seconds before my

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The man in front of me laughs,