His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 147

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a hot shanger and jumped into his

room, and it gets over in five long steps. “No. No.

in the goo. “It’s

and then turn to him. Do something, please,”

closer to me. “Focus on me. Forget about everything else. Keep

Inhale Bhale Inhale. Exhale

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

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you.” he

now, and when I look up, I realise he was standing close to

close to me last night. On the dance floor. And then when he had pinned me to the wall, he was this close to me, staring down at

thinking

me out of

chest. His heart beats under my palms, and his chest

takes a breath,

flip

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

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had

tell him head held high. I may have tract a sheltered

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in front of me laughs, and t but