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She was pure, that made me fall in love with her more. She was indeed enchanting. She had an aura of grace around her. She had many admirers and I was one of them, bewitched.

I wanted to show the world that she was mine. She belonged to me.

I know what I did with her all those years, was unforgivable. I know I broke her. But the sole question that made me do all those horrible things was, why was she resisting me? She knew I was her husband. I had every right on her?

She herself was making it difficult for the both of us.

It was never my intentions to hurt her, but her behavior, her reluctance and the disgust in her eyes every single time made me end up hurting her.

I had no justification for my actions. I know what I did to her makes me a cruel man. but that is what I am.

That is what made me to stand in the Mafia. I can't bare to see hate for me in her eyes. From the very first time I met her in the kitchen two years back, she made me feel hard just by looking at her.

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