Typical Wife

Shweta POV

“Give me the passcode, Arjun.” I asked rather demanded.

Letting out a humorless laugh, he mocked “And here I thought you would threaten me with something like ‘I would chop your fingers and unlock your phone.’ But nope, here you are still asking for the code as if I would tell you just like that. Are you really a don’s daughter or some imposter? You should really start behaving like a Mafia Heiress otherwise the villains in our world will eat you alive.”

Taking a deep breath and once again reminding myself that he is carrying a bloody freaking gun and could practically kill me within a fraction of second, I controlled my anger and said “Stop behaving as if I am asking for some nuclear launch codes or your safety lockers code.”

“Trust me I would have given you both if I have knowledge about those without any hesitation. But not my phone. That’s beyond your reach. So be a good girl, listen to me and give me my phone back before it turns ugly for both of us.” It was a warning