"Open your eyes love, Look at me" Goosebumps spread across my skin as soon as his voice hit my eardrums. I nodded negatively meanwhile his grip tortured my wrist. He's fucking strong! He's surely gonna break my wrist! Suddenly, I trembled as somethi...
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I pushed him away but he again caught my wrists. I wriggled but he was strong, indeed.
"Wife, stop wriggling right now!" He growled.
"NO, I WON'T!" I yelled and finally, after putting in a lot of effort, I pushed him away.
"I cannot believe I loved a psycho like you!" I cried and I know I've invited my death but he seemed unbothered. He was having his deadly smirk on his lips. It scared the shit out of me but I trembled when he cranked his neck and walked straight towards me. His silence didn't mean 'silence'. It was torture and I'm so dead right now that I can just see myself begging at his feet to leave me and not to kill me. He is the god of death! Evan Yamraj takes notes from him! Maybe this is my last birthday-
"Correct! You've sinned marrying and loving a psycho now when you've done this sin, you've to face the consequences. You deserve a GOOD punishment, wife," He whispered and pinned me to the wall, gripping my wrists tightly. It hurts!
"Please, you killed my uncle! My mom blamed me for his death! She threw me out! She thinks that I've murdered my uncle! I'm not a murderer" I whispered with tears. A tight knot formed in my throat as I gulped down and tried hard to control myself. I can't break down in front of him!
"Shh, calm down" He whispered and attached our foreheads.
"I hate you" I whispered
"You don't"
"I do I-" I tried to complete but his lips again caught mine. Moulding and twisting. I tried wriggling but he didn't leave me this time. I bit his lips harshly several times but it didn't even bother him. He handled me well and kissed me. He was still gentle but I hate his touch now even if it's soothing. I gave up and kissed him back, trailing my fingers up in his hair. I stood on my tiptoes and the kiss turned firm and passionate. I moaned as his hands reached my bare waist and gripped it. His perfectly long and rough fingers drew patterns over my waist. I felt my skin burning by his touch. My chest got heavy as the tears rolled down and it was hard to cry and kiss him at the same time-
I don't know why on earth am I expressing my anger like this but I couldn't hate him more!
He pulled me closer and continued making patterns over my lower back. It kind of healed me but still, I wanted to cry out loud and have him comforting me. Why did he kill my uncle? I love him but I loved my uncle too...He was the only person who loved me in my family and it's hard to believe my husband did this.
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