Meera Pov I bent over the sofa lying in the basement, the smell of blood and sweat fading into the background as I struggled to contain this newfound anger in me. Repressing the urge to kill him, I kept my voice low, venom dripping from the words. "What the fuck did you just say? I am sure I didn't hear you clearly." He rolled his eyes, not at all concerned by my ire. " I said, I would be the same guy and treat the same way at the restaurant if it were any other girl too." My hand tightened around the piece of my jacket that I was holding my dear life onto, I was surprised it didn't tear. "How dare you make fun of me comparing me to just any other girl? Do you not feel the sting when you speak so low of me? I am to be your wife in a few days. And I am not some bloody girl ok? Do I even matter to you? Even a bit?" I said with a trembling voice. He shrugged. "I don't care. I certainly didn't ask for this ok. So, don't dum
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