SMUT.....I'm a corrupted lawyer not by choice but, by compulsion. I'm dealing with a rape case...the case forces me inside a forced marriage with a dominant MLA of Uttarpardesh.
Tajveer singh rathore is remarked as the most cruel man of U...
"I told you to..." he yelled over me but, he got a bullet inside his head before, I couldn't process things.
he was bleeding...but, was quite.
stains for blood all over him and few drops came over me...when I turned my gaze towards the guy who shoot him... "Tajveer!" I cried, and ran to hug him. But, he showed me his hands as a sign to stop.
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He didn't say anything; he stayed still and finally broke the eye contact and went back inside his room. "Tajveer!" I shouted, to stop him but, he ignored me. He must have hated me for what I did? I'm a bitich.
I regretted my behavior, I was regretting him.
In the night, I was sitting alone in my room and was singing...
"Ajeeb dastan hai ye
Kahan suru kahan khatam
Ye manzile konsi
Na vo smj sake n hum"
I was singing and was totally lost in it...no one cared of my singing but, I knew my singing was something to flex...I never took part in any competitions, my parents never allowed me too, I was born and well instructed about my boundaries. I never dared to cross it.
When I turned my gaze towards the entrance, I stopped singing, I could see a tall shadow listing to me, when I focused on it, he was Michele.
He was standing and listing to my song...does he like it?
"It's your house...you don't need to ask me for the permission to come inside." I said firmly while not making an eye contact.
"I know that." He replied with a disgusting expression. "I came here to..." he added.
"What?" I asked.
"I want you to pay for your living." He said while closing his eyes, this was something, I didn't felt bad of. It was true, I was living inside his house and he did a charity to me. in return he married me off but, after I tried to kill him, this was a perfect reaction.
"Okay, I'll find a job and pay you back." Holy shit, who will pay a 12th class girl who left her studies behind everything and now stuck with a guy. I don't know what would I do, but I need to get a job.
Tajveer was looking at me, as if he'll eat me up. "You got a job here." He said softly.
"That's great! Do you need a writer...or a secretary, I'm sure I'm good at both." I added to him. I'm excited for it.
"I want..." he was saying but, I stopped him and completed his sentence myself "You must want an accountant? Let me tell you...I was studying accounts, I know about it." I added.
He seemed confuse, I think he doubts my loyalty in his accounts.
"I don't wa..." he was saying but, I again stopped him and completed his sentence myself "Don't worry...I won't steal a single penny."
This time, his face was red as if he will kill me. "Fuck it off, I want you to work as a sweeper."
I didn't made much attention to his words and started at him "Yes, I can be a sweeper...I always do it...I love this work, you know it's an art. I'll love to be a sweeperrrrrrr." I concentrated back to that word 'sweeper'. What the hell was I speaking? No, I don't wana be one.
"What the hell do you mean by a sweeper?" I yelled at him. He pulled be close to him, while grabbing my waist and said "You have to pay...this is the only way to pay." I tried to cut him but, he grabbed my mouth with his hand...his hands were huge and strong. "Good luck, Mia Cara." He added and walked away.
