MOON AND THE SKY
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"je t'ai manqué ma mignonne ?" Shahzain asked with a smirk on his face. I just loved his french accent. It was damn hot. Although I didn't get him, i felt good listening to it.
(Translation: miss me cutie?)
"Stop this marriage here itself or else your son might end up giving his life" he said to the groom's father who was terrified by looking at the gun pointed at his son's forehead.
"This is the first and the LAST time I'm telling you that she'll marry SHAHZAIN KHAN. If anyone dares to defy me then you may get ready for the consequences." He said pressing the word 'last' with bloodshot eyes.
the room went silent and nobody dared to speak a single word. My father was gritting his teeth with frustration but at the same time he knew the consequences won't be sp good, so he chose to be quite.
(He speaks many languages and one of them is french)
LATER..........
"YOU. ARE. MY. WIFE." Shahzain yanked me towards his chest. I tried pushing him away but it wasn't useful as he was powerful.
"No I'm not your wife, what did you do huh? this marriage is just a revenge on my father isn't it?." I spat, pushing him from all my strength and he loosened his grip on my waist, I took a chance and pushed him away.
"What happened? The reality stung?" I let out a bittersweet chuckle. Turning my heels and walking towards the door. He grabbed my hand, when I turned this time he was kneeling in front of me with tear filled eyes.
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