Vivian approached me, his steps deliberate and heavy, and said in a cold, dark tone, "Are you planning to put on this drama in front of the whole world too?"
Confused and a bit startled, I asked, "What drama?"
Vivian pointed at my mangalsutra, his eyes piercing through me, and said, "That you're my wife. Oops, sorry, my contracted wife."
I felt a pang of disbelief and hurt. "So, what do you want me to do?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, despite the chill his presence brought.
Vivian, looking at the mangalsutra with disdain, said, "Take it off."
Shock washed over me.
Vivian glared at me, his voice growing darker, "I said take it off. I don't like repeating myself, so remember that."
With trembling hands, I took off the mangalsutra and handed it to him. He tossed it into the dustbin without a second thought, the action cruel and dismissive, adding to the weight of his oppressive aura.
Vivian leaned closer to me, his voice a low, threatening growl, "One more thing. If anyone outside this house finds out that you're my wife, that will be your last day on this earth."
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𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞?
You've heard stories of the mafia world but non like this one. The kins of a notorious mafia queen go on the run when their estranged grandfather returns to avenge his son's death.
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"You're going to jump."
I look down. We're about five stories up. I stumble backwards. "Are you out of you fucking mind? You might as well open the door and let them kill us."
I could hear the distant sound of sirens and the bookshelf crashing down with a loud thud.
I stood there. Caught between escaping and leaving behind the man that had protected me thus far or staying behind and fighting with him.
My brain is telling me I've only known this guy less than a month but my vagina says I really like this man - I love being alive too!