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CHAPTER 57

Danish Raza Mir
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I wasn't just angry; I was absolutely furious at how dare she lock the door and run away like that. She needed to be punished, and I was determined to teach her a lesson she would remember for the rest of her life. I quickly called Asad, one of my trusted men, and instructed him not to let Maryam leave the house. His response was brief, and he ended the call.

As I started banging on the door, demanding that she open it, it became clear that my warnings were falling on deaf ears. Frustrated, I began kicking the stubborn door until finally, Farhad opened it. Pushing him aside, I stormed downstairs to find Maryam standing at the main door, surrounded by my men with guns pointed at her.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "My jaan is very brave, I must say". Despite her shivering, I remained resolute in my decision to punish her for defying me

"Please, Danish", she whispered, but I was unmoved. She needed to learn that no one locks me in a room and gets away with it. My determination was unwavering, and a sense of psychosis crept into my actions as I planned her punishment.

As I walked towards the couch, holding Maryam's hand, I could feel the clamminess of her sweaty hands. Her tears-streaked face and trembling form tugged at my heartstrings, but I knew she needed to learn a lesson. Making her sit on the couch, I gently brushed her hair and tucked them behind her ear and asked, "Do you know how I punish people when they betray or disobey me?"

Her voice choked with fear, as she whispered, "no". "I lock them in a very dark dungeon, without giving them food or water for days". A sinister smile played on my lips as I told her, "and you, my love, deserve to be punished".and pecking her forehead.

"I didn't do anything wrong", she protested through her tears, her innocent demeanor only serving to fuel the fire of madness within me. It pained me to see her cry, but I knew that I had to be strong and follow through with the punishment she deserved.

In that moment, a surge of dark thoughts consumed me. The idea of locking her away in a dungeon, deprived of basic necessities, sent a thrill of exhilaration through me. The power I held over her, the control I exerted, it was intoxicating. As I reveled in my twisted fantasies, a part of me relished in the madness that consumed through my veins. It was a dangerous game I was playing, but one that I was willing to indulge in for the sake of teaching her a lesson she would never forget.

"You guys may leave", I said, looking at my brother's. They were staring at Maryam with sympathy in their eyes, which only served to fuel my anger. No one had the right to even look at her, let alone feel sympathy for her.

"I said leave!", I shouted, causing Maryam to jump in her place. They began to leave, shaking their heads at me in disappointment. They believed their opinions mattered, but to me, they meant nothing.

"Asad, have you unlocked the dungeon?", I asked, sitting there and gently caressing Maryam's hand.

"Please, Danish, I'm sorry. I will not disobey you again", she cried, looking at me with hope in her eyes. She thought her pleading would work on me, but she was mistaken.

"I had already forgiven you twice - once when you cried for that man, and again when you slapped me at the dhaba. This time, I will not forgive you, this time, you will be punished", I said with a smile on my face.

"You really are a bipolar and psychotic man, you know that", she shouted at me as she stood up from the couch. I started to laugh at her. I was even worse than what she thought of me. My mind was twisted, and my actions unpredictable. The darkness within me was a force to be reckoned with.

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Allah hafiz 💕💕

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