Author's POV Elena removed the shirt as soon as she got inside the bathroom. It had his scent which was intoxicating. But she was not ready to look at herself. Her body had marks. Her shoulder had swelled and a red mark was clear with his teeth’s indentation. Same goes for her breast where he had bitten her. Her lips were swollen, she had a hickey, and even her waist had a mark where he had grabbed her. She looked battered which she was. She sat down on the toilet and thought about the night. She had a normal day. If only John had not gone out, she could be sleeping in her home, in her room, beside her snoring husband now. Her husband, who betted her on a poker table. Elena’s tears fell as she thought about John. He didn’t even look up as he lost her, his wife. He only drank his drink and passed out. God knows what he must be doing now. Would he realize his mistake once he wakes up? But what would change? This man was not going to leave her. And what would happen even if John realize

John’s POVHe woke up and groggily rubbed his eyes. His eyes went to the clock but everything was blurry. He cursed and stood up. He went closer and saw that it was 10 o’clock. He had slept in late, but who cares? Elena must have gone to work already and there was no one to scold him.He had seen a horrible dream last night.He had bet and lost Elena on a poker table. But he laughed now. He would never do that. Besides, he had left poker. Not entirely but he was trying to.He came to kitchen and saw the dirty dishes from yesterday. He looked at the kitchen counter. There was no breakfast. He drank a glass of water and then called Elena. His head was about to explode. Her phone was switched off. His memory was coming back now. Dan had called. They had gone to Kings Casino. Why? He doesn’t know. He remember taking the envelope of money, Elena had given him. Did he pay the power bill?He turned on the light but it didn’t lit up. So, power was cut off. Now everything fell in place. Him lo

Elena’s POV It had taken her great courage to decide to kill him. When he was gone, she contemplated for a long time and thought about whether what she was doing was right or wrong. What would happen to her if she kills him? She will spend the rest of her life in jail. The thought of a prison scared her. But then she thought about what will happen if she stays with him. He will rob her virtue every single day until he gets bored and then he will throw her out like outdated used handbag. He would insult her more by paying her. It lit the fire in her and she resolved to find a way to end this misery. There was no way he was sane enough to listen to her and consider her request of letting her go. Her way out was his death. Then only she will be truly free. She opened up a bottle of wine and drank. God knew she needed courage to do the deed. When she knew she will puke of fear, she drained half of it in the sink. Her heart had cried knowing the price of the bottle. But she did it and th

Aslan's POVHe asked her on their way back what she would like to eat and her answer surprised him. “I want Indian food.”“You like it?” He asked with a cocked eyebrow.“Yup. Don’t you?” He had never imagined her to be a fan of Indian food.“I have tasted it occasionally but I am not a big fan.” He replied truthfully.“Oh you have not eaten their kebabs or rice and curry. It’s delicious.” For the first time, she was talking without looking scared.He wanted to tell her that she was delicious.Once they reached the hotel, she ordered it from the hotel’s kitchen while he opened his laptop and sat in the small office.So, he had to return to work, after all. His mind was asking him questions again. Why did he take her to shopping? Was it an involuntary agreement that he intend to keep her longer? He rubbed his hands on his face. He was changing and he didn’t like it.He was working and answering mails when he received an unexpected call. It was Matthew. He smiled looking at his best frie

Aslan's POVIt was after midnight and Elena was asleep, but sleep was far, far away from his eyes. A question was bugging him- why did he snap at her when she talked about when they won’t be together? Yes, there will be a day when she won’t be around and he will move on to another woman. But the idea wasn’t making him happy. He was feeling empty inside. He didn’t want to think about it.He punched himself on his head lightly and started to focus on work, but his phone rang. The name made him sit up. It was Cheryl.“Hello, Cheryl.”“I will be in New York tomorrow.” She was always to the point.“New project?”“Yes, a small ad shoot. Will I see you?”“I will let you know.”“If you don’t get time to call me, I will be at the usual place.” He hung up and closed his eyes. Her soft body filled his mind. Cheryl was a model he had met in Moscow some three years back. She was not his friend or girlfriend, but her body was something which had made him break his rule for her. He had fucked her qui