The Prisoner Wife
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A slow smile spread across his face.
"I think God is finally on my side."
My heart dropped.
"Yadav..." he looked at Baba, "not only will you suffer death..."
His voice turned colder.
"You'll suffer through your daughter's screams too."
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"No..." I whispered, backing away.
He started walking toward me.
I clung to Baba, my body shaking violently.
"Please..." Baba begged, his voice breaking for the first time. "Leave her... she has nothing to do with this..."
But he didn't listen.
He grabbed my arm and yanked me away.
"BABA!" I screamed.
He dragged me toward one of the rooms.
I fought.
Kicked.
Scratched.
"Leave me! Please! Let me go!"
The door slammed shut.
He threw me on bed.....
PS - Not a love story. No happy ending....
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