ﾟ• 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ﾟ•
" You can't enter inside " She mumumertted while lying lazily on the bed , while her beautiful thin material black saree was sticking to her body like a secon...
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Tears flowed through my eyes as I went through the diary. I clutched my saree in my fist, while my throat dried up. I sat on the floor, looking at the letters through my blurry eye because of tears.
Flashback
My eyes opened looking at the sun rays coming from the huge window. I yawned still lying in the bed. I looked at my left wrisr to find red marks, thanks to him, his fucking tight clutch, after last night fight he went slamming the door while I slept waiting for him.
( check chapter 4 in case you forgot)
I closed my eyes hearing the door knob of washroom opening. I could hear the footsteps getting closer. I opened my eyes lightly to found him checking himself in the mirror, I cursed mentally *self obsessed*
I looked at the droplet of water falling through his sharp jaw towards his veiny neck to downwards his..
" You know it's not good to check out a married man " My chain of thoughts was broken up by his sour morning voice.
I gulped, lifting myself from the bed, I took steps towards the washroom ignoring his words.
A yelp came out from my mouth as he pinned me to the wall, while clutching my both hand in his one hand.
He continues " And you know what's even worse? To ignore your husband on the very next day of your wedding "
I glared at him wiggling in his hold, I replied " So, is it good to leave your wife alone on your wedding night? "
