Everything I Wanted❤ |ONGOING|

Chapter 11

Kashvi-

Danish dragged me outside , his hold getting tight around my wrist as I tried to pull away.

" What the hell Danish!" I shouted at him as we reached inside the main entrance of the house. He glared at me as he let go of my hand finally.

He took a step towards me which made me move back involuntarily . He looked so pissed off at the moment and I knew angry Danish was dangerous.

I did not dare to utter a word against him when he was rash driving to here, but he was hurting me by now.

" You have two minutes to explain," his voice on the edge as he questioned me." Explain what?" I asked him confused.

He was angry, understandable but if Yash lied what was my mistake here!

" How the hell that freaking Mehra knows that my wife dances!!" he asked taking a step towards me. I bit my lip nervously as I looked into his eyes.

I was surprised the way Danish was reacting.

There was mild possessiveness behind his words, the way he pronounced 'my wife' . The question was why he was behaving this way?

I stared into his dark orbs which held so much anger that they could burn the another person alive.

" I was at the studio two days back, practicing and he happened to be there. I don't know him," I replied and he took a steps forward.

With his each step I could feel my heart racing faster because with Danish, you never knew what his next words or action could be.

"It sure did not look like that," he said and I clenched my fists as I tilted my head a little upwards since he was taller than me." That is the truth, I do not care what you think," I mumbled and was about to walk away.

When I felt him pull my wrist harshly making me wince as the bangle I was wearing broke.

I turned and looked at him back," If I ever found Kashvi that you know that Mehra , I'll never spare you," he warned . I yanked my hand back and looked at my newly formed bruise ,

"You are such a jerk!" I cursed staring at my hand. Danish glared at me but this time I returned it back. " Do not dare speak to me that way Kashvi," he warned but I was too pissed at the moment.

" Or what! You'll slap me! Beat me? Manhandle me again?" I snapped at him.

" Why does it even fucking matter to you? It's not like you take this relationship for real after an year it will end anyway, stop acting as if you care!"

He went silent as his eyes moved down from me to my wrists and then back to my face. I expected an apology from him but who am I kidding here?!

This was Danish again, he gritted his teeth and walked out all angry without saying anything.

I sighed and rubbed a hand down my face trying to calm myself down, but I knew what was going to come. Hot tears flew down my eyes and I was silently crying as my body shivered and throat felt constricted.

I was neither good at repressing anger nor did I express it too much.

My habit was whenever I got angry , my body often started shivering and tears always betrayed me.

I sighed and washed my face, changing into comfortable clothes I sat on the bed and stared at my wrists. His fingerprints were quite visible, I took a cotton and cleaned off the blood and the cuts I got from bangles.

" Your husband will beat you to pulp if you will misbehave with him!" Aryan had joked once when we were sitting and having breakfast. I glared at him in return,
" He won't even dare look at me with those intentions, or else I just give you namesake beating, he won't even survive the next day," I said when my dad came and hit the back of my head lightly.