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My back got slammed against the wall . "Wh...what are you trying to do? Don't be oversmart. I can charge you on a domestic violence case. Better back off." "Ohh.... domestic violence! Interesting. I haven't done anything that can make you do all such stuffs. Don't forget you are lawfully married to me. I am gentle to women who are polite. Not like you who are rude and overconfident." "You are a devil. Don't play with me . Otherwise the consequences will be bad." " Drop that case. Don't get involved in that. It will harm you. You are my wife that's why I am reminding you of your own safety." A hint of warning laced in his words. "Oh my god. Don't act like a good husband. I don't ditch my profession. In life or in my profession, whatever decision I make , that is my first and last. I never regret my choices." "Okay. Fight with all your might. But you are trying to enter the hell. I don't want to involve myself with you. Better keep your own problem with yourself. But don't forget you also have a duty as my wife. I don't want my fame to be ruined because of you." He said in his deep voice. He leaned closer to me and his breath was fanning over my cheeks. His knuckles intentionally tickling my arms and dragging down to my wrist. He whispered, " This is our wedding night. So , what is your plan to do with me?" He gave pressure to his every word. "I and you, never possible. Don't to....touch me with those filthy hands." I stuttered a bit. I didn't know why. His body pressed on mine and my heartbeat rose. "But you are responding to my every touch, little bird." He smirked. ~ To know more please read my story. I hope you all will like my story. Please give it a chance. Don't judge the story at first, please. Book cover credits - @myangelfromhell00 Please contact her if you want to make your book covers too.
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