His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 147

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pod on the unbearable, inoteradle man in from or me. I definitely liked him better last night. Or made/wouldn’t have liked him last night either it would have actually bothered to have a

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

me he he was in the goo. “It’s

to him. Do something, please,” I manage to croak

closer to me.

nod foobly, Inhale Bhale Inhale.

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

Mahak Whale.

you.” he

a little better now, and when I look up,

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 me like I was his damnation and his

be thinking of that.

of my thoughts.

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

a breath, and so do

flip

breathing stabilises, and it stays that way for a whole of twenty seconds before my claustrophobia kicks

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had

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