I look at the waves, trying to approach me and touching my feet and then return to repeat it. I couldn't take my husband's words off for a second.
He was looking uncertain about only one thing when we signed the papers.
About Parting Us!
It would come like this. That wasn't in my mind. He surprised me with his actions and determination. He's the only man on this earth who can make me obey. That's not my choice. I never let a man rule me. I believe in teamwork. Not dominate!
The true side is, he dominates me in different ways where I go according to him without feeling dominant.
Hit me. I deserve a slap on my nape.
He makes me do this, his things. I'm scared now. This wasn't supposed to be like this. Or I like it this way. Yes, I do.
I've noticed he goes out at this time, comes back exhausted and unsatisfied with the waves on his face. When he comes back home after an hour. He undressed himself and pulled me to his chest. ' How long? ' Sometimes, he whispered in my ear before falling asleep. I put my step out of the bed. I've already booked a cab to chase his car. I tiptoed behind him from a safe distance. I run bare feet. His car is waiting in front of the door. He buttons his coat and steps into the car. My bodyguard wasn't out on duty today. It's a big relief. I ran out of the house and got in the cab, " Follow that car." I asked the driver. The driver nods his head and follows his car. Within a few minutes, the car
I wake up with confusion and an unbearable headache. My tongue is feeling hot to me, my throat is feeling dry. A lot of questions are hovering in my mind. Tears well in my eyes as last night's memories flash before my eyes. I allow my tears to slip down. My chest tightens. My throat chokes. I hug my knees and throw my head over them. My body is shaking with the effect of crying. After several minutes, I forced myself out of the bed. I walk into the closet with tearful eyes, still crying. I pick grey jeans and a pink top. I quickly take a shower. I stare at my reflection. I'm looking horrible with all the crying and swollen eyes. I gather my money and some gold's jewellery in case I need to sell them. I
She's soft-hearted and docile only when it's fitting in her rules and It's not ruining her freedom. I've made vows to keep her happy, love her, worship her body. She's mine. There is no hell, which can take away what's mine. She has no right to make decisions regarding our wedding. I wanted to crush the divorce papers into a hundred pieces. I burnt them to ashes. I stifle my anger and continue with my stern expression. She isn't capable of enduring more, not my fury. I did all this to bring her this side. I need to know. Does she feel the same? She does! I keep my eyes on her. She's looking relieved. The burning of it is giving her assurance, assuagement. She's lookin
I ignore making any unpleasant mistake that could pull his anger toward me. It still terrifies me when I recall it. I wanna see it myself, is the advocate fine? He's not dead, right? I grab the phone and shove some cash in my purse. I scroll out of the house. Kadam blocks my path. There is a five feet' gap between us. I'm not scared of him. I don't know what kind of instructions my husband has given to him after yesterday. He's wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt. He's so tall, taller than my husband and the broadest shoulder I've ever seen. His posture is definitely scary. The determination in my mind that he won't hurt me doesn't let me feel fear. He could tear anyone easily as it's an easy task, but he won't do it. " You can't allow yourself to be alone out of home, ma
I'm considering returning to our room after lunch. I don't want them to pull another experiment on me. I want a peaceful day for myself. I'm lazy today. I'm missing them. We've only exchanged a few messages since the morning. I kept my distance from my phone today. It doesn't seem nicer to disturb them. I glance at my wrist closely while climbing the stairs. My heart gives a loud thunder, my eyes widen as I don't watch my step and I'm going to slip from the stairs. I miss one step and glide on the nook of it. Two strong arms clutch me. My breath comes in short gasps as I glance at his poker face with big eyes. He was walking so silently I didn't realize he was following me. He keeps ascending the stairs, still hoisting me up in his arms. I blink several ti
I can't help the stupid grin spreading on my lips. I stride at the door of our room in my black gown, my wavy hair spread on my shoulders. He didn't tell me. Where are we going? I'm nervous. Will he kiss me again? I feel butterflies again. I need to read some romantic books. I wanna do something for my husband. Something especial) My phone pings. I whirl and hurry at the table. I bend down and pick it up. His message pops on the screen. He's waiting outside. I bend again to pick my clutch. I stride at the door and drop my phone in it while walking. I don't know. Will he approve of my look or not? I want it, yes. I release a nervous breath when I bring myself to a halt in front o
My phone rings in my pocket. I take it out as I gaze down at it, " Love," I tap on her stomach softly. She clenches my arm. The back of my fingers rub on the soft skin of her arms. I fu****g hate it when I see tears in her eyes. It blackens my mood. She looks at me with her mesmerizing eyes and then down at my screen. She nods with a smile and returns to the screen. She's still holding my arms while talking and smiling with them. I pull my arm. She let it slip from her hold, my whole body tightens when her fingers brush on my strong skin. I hoist it up, " Yes," I glare afar through the glass window. The glass is bulletproof. I clench my hand as bullets hit the window continuously. something is really going on wrong. I release an exasperated sigh.
Nothing is feeling right. Instead of helping his brother, he is sitting next to me, holding my wrist in his deadly grip. My heart is beating in my throat, pulses are drumming in my ears. I tried to jump out of the helicopter. He clutches me tight through my wrist. He was looking calm holding a gun, his lethal gaze is so spooky. Yuvaan is a master of controlling his expression, anger, and everything around him. I'm feeling frustrated. Dread clenches my stomach when I glance down at the terrace. I see dark figures rushing at them. I don't know who are they? If someone will attack them. There's no way to get out of there. Why didn't they come with us? Why did they need to be there when they know they aren't safe there. &nb