My Property

My Naive Wife

As I saw she was in deep sleep, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Careful not to disturb her, I slipped out of bed, covering her with the blanket. She wouldn't wake up now—not after the day she'd had. She was too exhausted, her body and mind worn out from all the crying.

I grabbed the cigarette packet from the nightstand and stepped onto the balcony, closing the door quietly behind me. I didn't want her to know. Lighting the cigarette, I took a long drag, exhaling the smoke into the cold night air, a chuckle escaping my lips.

"My naive Prachi," I murmured to myself. It was almost too easy to manipulate her. Poor thing doesn't even realize the kind of devil she's fallen in love with—and I'll make sure she never does.

Finally, she hates him. That bastard. Now, I can kill him without hesitation, without fear of hurting her. Everything I did was for this moment. I knew Anurag's weakness—it was always Prachi. I hated how much he cared for her, but at the same time, I was thankful. Thankful I could use it against him.

Taking another drag, I smirked. He's a fool. A pathetic fool who dared to love my wife. Did he really think I'd sit back and let him? Prachi is mine—she belongs to me. Her love, her attention, her every thought—everything about her is mine. I hated every time she mentioned his name, hated the way it made her soft.

So, I did what had to be done. I made her hate him. I knew her weakness—it's me. If Anurag hurt me, I knew she'd turn against him. That day, I purposely said those things, played my part perfectly. Even though it tore me apart to utter such disgusting words about her, I did it. I hated it. I hated myself for it. But it worked.

It's true, though. I don't love Prachi. Love is for men with souls, and I lost mine long ago. What I feel for her—it's obsession. She's my possession, my salvation, and the sweetest sin I've ever committed. I know I don't deserve her. Hell, I hate admitting it, but Anurag probably deserves her more than I ever will.

But I'm not a man who lets go. I'm a demon, and demons don't set their angels free. If she's a sin, I'll commit her a hundred times over. I'm selfish, a bastard, but I'll never let her go. She's mine—till death and even after that.

I took another drag, letting the smoke swirl in the cold air. What did that idiot think? That I'd kill him and it would be over? No. That's too easy a punishment. Death would be a mercy for loving my wife. No, I wanted him to suffer—to feel Prachi's hatred burning through him. That would destroy him more than anything I could ever do.

I smirked, already imagining Anurag's fate. His end would be brutal—unlike anything anyone in the mafia world had ever seen. He dared to challenge me, dared to lay his eyes on my wife, and for that, I would snatch everything from him. This wasn't just about rivalry anymore. Rivals come and go in this world—it's part of the game. But the moment he became a threat to my marriage, he signed his death warrant.

I've gone to unimaginable lengths to make Prachi mine. I've crossed lines even I didn't think I was capable of crossing. I've done unspeakable things, all for her. I killed her Dadi, that old witch who stood so adamantly against our relationship. She was determined to keep Prachi away from me, so I eliminated her. I didn't flinch then, and I don't regret it now.