𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐧 : 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝟏𝟑| 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

Hello Butterflies,

I'm updating before our scheduled time, because I'm going to take a break from writing and reading. I don't feel very good to write because there is something big going on in my life. I would love if you could understand me.

I'll try to sort out my problem as soon as I can, but I still need some time. So until then please do read my books and vote and comment on each chapters.

Until the next time...

Read and enjoy ❤️‍🩹

"Life can be pretty unpredictable."

I have heard this, read about it, and even talked about it with my friend. But I cannot understand the man with whom I currently share a room-or, you could say, the man who is my husband. His personality and behavior are incredibly unpredictable. I have only known him-I'm not sure if I can use the word because of our situation-for about ten days, but there has been nothing like him that confuses me. He threatened me, forced me to marry him, and kidnapped me from my own house, my own country. Yet, he looks at me like I'm something divine, someone he actually worships.

He tells me he loves me, yet he's not ready to give me the only thing I want from him-my freedom.

'Ye kaisa ishq hai uska jo mujhe qaid karna chahta hai?'

("What kind of love is this of his, that he wants to imprison me?")

And now he has given me his phone to call whomever I want.

" Chahte kya hain ye mujhse? "

("What do he want from me?")

I stared at the device in my hand. It's been about ten minutes since he left the room after giving me the phone, but here I am, confused about whom to call. Normally, a sane person in this situation would call the police and inform them about how she's trapped here, or call her family to inform them about the situation. I should also do that. But instead, I chose to call the most insane person in the world, my crazy best friend, Ayina Sharma. I needed to make sure that she is okay, as I haven't met her since the day of my wedding.

But my instincts tell me that she is safe and sound because the person who took her would never let even the wind touch her.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I dialed her number. I looked at the time, which showed 1 in the afternoon, meaning it must be night in India. I hope she hasn't slept already. After about five rings, the call was answered. Before I could even start, I heard her saying,

"Itne raat ko call kaun karta hai? Woh bhi international number se? Kahin yeh mujhe Rhys Larsen ka call toh nahi aa raha hai?" I heard my best friend's excited voice, which I'm a hundred percent sure she's thinking in her mind, but her thoughts can sometimes be audible to other people.