~I am not done with you wifey. Not yet.~
Lies. Lies. Lies.
And a little more lies.
And what did I get in return?
⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Her ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚
The one and only girl I craved.
Whose mere presence would drive me insane.
But shhh!!
She doesn't need...
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~Mohali~
a little dark basement
Trishnoor's pov
I slammed a bag full of all the stuff that I had on Sakshat's face who was merily sitting on a rocking chair counting bundles of notes that he had got in return of the necklace with a mischievous smile.
He catched the bag by not even looking at it and threw it not far away.
"Oh Trish, I'll bring one more bundle of notes for you, now just shut the fuck up."
I don't listen to him and pick up a huge wooden chair and throw on the ground.
He closes his eyes in frustration.
"Trishnoor.." he says very calmly.
"My mood is extremely nice, you see these bundles? Its called hardwork, now don't ruin my mood." he says and stands up from his chair.
I was a mess.
My eyes were filled with rage and my hair was all tangled.
"I WON'T" I shouted and was about to grab another chair to throw before he-
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I screamed very badly.
"SAKSHAT!" I shouted.
He hit me with an electric shock using a rod.
He held my waist before I could fall down and made me sit on the same chair where he was sitting before.
"I don't like doing this. But you know right why I do this? Why are you so stubborn." he said while haunching down to my level and lifted his hand to caress my cheek.
"Cause I am Trishnoor Kaur Taggar." I speak as I hit on his chest with my foot and push him away.
He falls down.
"You. Do. Not. Have the privilege to touch me."
He chuckled and raised his hands up.
"Oh sure miss. Neither am I interested to touch you. So stop your drama and go to your room before I give you another electric shock. Boss loves it when you-"
"I am going." I stood up before he could finish his sentence and went towards my bedroom.
What a bedroom that doesn't even have a bed.
Ironic, isn't it?
A small piece of cloth laid on the 'not so clean' floor is my little bed.
A cloth little more thicker and bigger than the previous one is my blanket.
