Indian Chronicles Book III
My Husband, My Tyrant.
When Peace Becomes Suffocation.
Jahnvi Khanna has everything in her life, a supporting family, a high-paying job and a happy life at the age of 26. She wanted nothing but to get married to her best f...
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I walked closer to her as she stood flabbergasted, "This bed." I gestured, "We slept here every night when you knew about my secret , weren't you feeling suffocated that time."
Her fingers shaking before she fisted her palm and shouted, "Shut up not a word."
"I won't." I took another step closer.
"You called me a cheater then what about you huh? You fucking enjoyed speaking with me everyday, a fucking married man, now tell me were you fantasising a married man?" I stopped and eyed her head to toe, the slow hitch of her breath and the heaved of her chest. "You called me names as your defence mechanism but what about you? Weren't you in a relationship with Abhimaan that time?" My voice low yet dangerous and her face paled, she wasn't expecting all these from me.
But I'm so done. My wife needs to stop victimising herself.
"We were in open relationship." I chuckled at her failed attempt of defending herself. "Trust me Jahnvi you don't want me to get nasty with you, you'd cry if I start saying."
I took a step back, "I don't want to stay with you, WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND?" This girl needs to stop giving pressure to her vocal cords.
"Raise that voice again and your ass will pay the price."
"Yes that's what you know, a man like you just likes showing his power on girls, come on, do it, hit me, force me." My palm curled into a fist as she went ahead with her words, provoking me.
Jahnvi took a step closer, "That's what you are good at huh? Come on Yuvraaj, what are you waiting for?" My anger increasing tenfolds at her words as she dared me her eyes.
"You are a pathetic bastard and the worst person I've ever met, I used to feel you are a good dad but now, YOU ARE A BAD INFLUENCE, YOU ARE A BAD INFLUENCE TO YUVAANSH AS WELL." I couldn't control anymore and slammed my left fist on the mirror behind her, Jahnvi flinched as it shattered into pieces with blood dripping down from my skin.
