บททั้งหมดของ His Widow : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 158

That night, we sat across from each other at the low table in our room. The air was thick with something that wasn’t quite silence—more like a low, restless hum between us. A single bulb cast a soft amber glow on the deck of cards lying between us. She sat upright, her hands folded close to her body

Her lips quivered. “Please…” I let the silence stretch until it filled the room like smoke. Then I leaned back, one arm slung over the chair, smirking. “Fine. If you can’t take it off,” I drawled, letting my eyes linger deliberately on her trembling hands clutching at her blouse, “then I’ll take s

"Do you want to know about my mother"? I asked. She looked up at me in my hold as she nodded. I contemplated. About from where to start. I only knew her from the day I was born. But there is so much to tell her before I was born. My mother's family, and her background. “My mother…Manvi.... That

"I would handle Yamini. He would handle the girl." Her breath hitched. "What do you mean… taking care of that minor girl?" I glanced at her lazily. She had empathy to throw at everyone—everyone but me. She didn’t even know that bitch. "Whatever my brother planned to." Her eyes hardened.