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Don't forget to read the teaser at the end of the chapter and also my rants, it's important.
Okay would you rather take Jaiveer's Car's collection or Shravani's diamond jewelleries?
Would you rather slap Shravani for choosing Jaiveer? Or Punch Jaiveer for acting like a dick?
Would you rather locked Shravan and Jaiveer in the room or pushed them off the cliff?
"You aren't getting a divorce and neither you are aborting this baby, and if you do, I'll be the one to destroy your family." Who the fuck was he? A mafia? Threatening me for it.
"You can't fucking force me." I didn't cower back due to his hold around my neck and stared straight right at his eyes.
"Oh try me, Shravani." he moved back, releasing his hold.
"Abortion is my right, Jaiveer, you can't be just---"
"Shravani, I have a contract with your sign on it which clearly states you are marrying me because I want an heir or heiress, you have to give birth to my baby, and you can't opt for abortion until there are some major complications and if you go against me, then I can do anything with you and anything means---" his sentence halted as he eyed me from head to toe like a predator watching his prey while I waited with my batted breathe.
"I can burn down Aunt Claire's fashion house, but she won't look good though with tears on her face, or maybe I can just make your dad arrest in a drug smuggling case, of course we know Uncle Kabir doesn't do drugs, but cops doesn't and my men can sneakily put drugs in his cabin oh it would be so bad, he would lose all his deals and go bankrupt, Aunt Claire's fashion house will be turned into ashes, and Savannah ah that poor little thing's ballet's career will end before the start." I couldn't control it anymore, I raised my hand to slap him.
"Don't even try, wife, Not always you get to hit me." he twisted my hand behind my back and jerked me closer to him before I could slap him.
"Don't fuck with me, Jaiveer," I yelled, wriggling in his grip. "I know I haven't signed any contract." he laughed before his other hand raised to tuck the hair strands behind my ear.
"Shravani my Shravani you are so dumb, Let me show you something." he started, "But before that sit here, You are pregnant with my child and I don't want to trouble you in any way." he dragged me to the couch.
"What the fuck you are doing?"
"Sshh not a word, sit like a good wife." he made me sit, his tone was making me scared.
"You made a mistake when you were signing the marriage papers, you call me a bastard, so I did some bastard-ish shit by sneakily adding the few papers of my choice." he forwarded me his phone.
I checked the soft copy with tears running down my cheeks.
"I added all the points I wanted to." he let out. "Come on read it carefully you are educated enough." he further added.
"And if you are thinking it's a forged signature or whatever, I have a video to prove that you have signed those papers, Of course, you were unaware." he snatched the phone from my hand and played the video.
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