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"I don't think he would pay. Take him to his place"
Akshat ordered his men as they started hitting him and he struggled in their hold.
"Please stop them. Please stop them"
Daksh requested as he showed his palm making them stop. Akshat grabbed his hairs in his fist and yanked back glaring straight into his eyeballs.
"Now tell, you'll pay the money or you want to loss your life?"
"I__I really don't have m__money now but d__don't kill me. I__I can give you another thing which I've now only"
He stuttered fearfully as left him with a jerk making making him fall on his feet.
"What?"
Akshat gazed at him letting him continue.
"M__My wife"
Daksh uttered while breathing heavily and continued.
"M__My wife is very beautiful. Y__You can use her for y__your work and pleasure until you're satisfied. M__My money will be paid in that way"
Everyone who were present there gasped hearing him because none ever dared to come with such things like this before infront of their boss.
Akshat wasn't shocked with his words but instead deeply looked into his eyes. He was thinking something else which none got to know. Daksh got nervous for a moment sensing his piercing gaze on him.
"Agreed"
He concluded at last getting up from his place as shock came over everyone's faces.
"Bring her to me"
Daksh took a breath of relief hearing his words getting saved from him and paying the money. It was like hitting two targets with an arrow.
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Next day, Shravya was making foods in the kitchen when she felt his presence behind her. She didn't turn back and remained doing her own works not wanting to ruin her mood from morning.
Daksh wrapped his hands around her waist and hugged her from back. She knew, he wanted something that's why he was doing all this. He started showering kisses on her shoulder and neck as she grabbed the spatula tightly in her fists. Two drops of tears rolled from the corner of her eyes unknowingly which she immediately wiped off.
Although she was married to him for two years but she never felt love and pleasure in his touches. Turning back she slowly pushed him.
