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65 parts Complete MatureVivian 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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