In her black dress covering her knees, she laid back on the bed with her hands thrown on either side. Her brows caressed with each other as her hand gripped her forehead in pain. Ever so slowly she tried to open her eyes fighting against the pain. Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious. Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no longer wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and brought her into this room. The room felt strange. As
The room was dark with a dim light enough visible to figure out silhouettes but not see the objects. She was tucked under the fluffy cotton-like blanket giving her warmth from the AC. In the dark room, lazy footsteps echoed as he walked to the tufted chair and sat down staring at her while swirling the glass of wine. Sipping the drink he rested his hands on the armchair as he leaned back crossing his leg on the other. His eyes took in her soft hair and made a curled art on the white duet while her tired face gave out the tiredness. A tinge of guilt hit him thinking she didn't eat anything for pretty good hours. But that is not the only thing he has on his plate. There is this larger thing to deal with. She was scared of him. She is scared like hell. And he guessed his behavior didn't help her. Maybe he should go easy on her and be submissive to her. After all, the mistake is his. But just by the thought, the submissive felt gross. He cannot be submissive. That isn't in his blood.
Her vision cleared as the tears cascaded down her cheeks, blurring the bold letters that confirmed her worst fear—she was married to him. The date on the paper was unmistakable. It was the same day as their wedding, the day she thought had been filled with genuine love. Realization hit her like a ton of bricks as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. He had made her sign these papers along with their marriage documents. He had deceived her again. Her shock quickly morphed into anger as she tore the papers in her hand, her eyes blazing with a mixture of rage and hurt as she looked at him. "How much have you lied to me? How much have you truly deceived me?" she demanded, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotions. He responded with a nonchalant shrug, his voice devoid of any remorse. "So much... to the extent that the papers you just tore aren't even the originals. They're just xerox copies." His words were like salt on an open wound. In a blind fury, she
My hands trembled as I clamped them tightly over my ears, but it did little to muffle the sharp, deafening sound that seemed to echo in my head. The relentless gunfire rang in my ears, making my heart pound against my ribcage. I thought the nightmare was over, but the momentary silence broke when I saw him reload his rifle, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator savoring its prey. Panic surged through me again as I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed in helpless terror, my hands pressing harder against my ears. I didn’t know what else to do—there was no escape.After what felt like an eternity, the gunshots stopped, leaving my ears buzzing, a strange numbness spreading through my body. I couldn’t hear anything anymore, not even the sound of my own breathing. It was as if I were floating, detached from reality. I wanted to lower my hands, to free my ears from the suffocating silence, but the fear of hearing that awful sound again kept them clamped in place.Slowly, I squinte
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, the terror coursing through me making it impossible to think clearly. There was no way out of this. I had to do what he said, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much I wanted to throw it all back up.With shaking hands, I picked up the spoon again and forced another bite into my mouth, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. Each chew felt like a battle, and every time I swallowed, it felt like I was choking on glass. But I kept going, bite after agonizing bite, because there was no other option. Not while he stood there, gun in hand, watching my every move.After what felt like hours, I finally scraped the last bit of food off the plate and shoved it into my mouth. I could barely taste it anymore; everything felt numb. I set the spoon down shakily, my body trembling from the strain, and dared a glance up at him."It’s done."I muttered, my voice weak and broken. He didn’t respond right away, just stared at the empty plate for a long moment, as if d
In her black dress covering her knees, she laid back on the bed with her hands thrown on either side. Her brows caressed with each other as her hand gripped her forehead in pain. Ever so slowly she tried to open her eyes fighting against the pain. Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious . Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no more wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and brought her into this room. The room felt strange. As
In his black tailored shirt with his tuxedo on and his hair tied in a manly bun, he stood there in his mighty height near the grave. Grave of his mother's. His gaze was blank and nonchalant as he looked at the grave while litting up the cigarette with the lighter and putting it back in his coat. His hands stuffed inside his pocket as he stood there in silence with his men around him standing stiffly with no emotions displayed.He never planned to be here in India if not for visiting his mother's grave. His only dear ones and secretly cherished ones. If there is a person that he loved anyone then it is only his mother. The infatuations for some girls came and gone but the care, adoration, and love for his mother are deep in his bones. The teachings she taught him he returned the result only to her. He always has the habit of returning what he receives from the person. Thus, he returned his love and teachings to her when he received her love and teachings from her. She was Indian and w
The room lit up as the sunlight peeked in through the gap of the window curtain litting up the room faintly. Her frail hand rested on his shoulder while his loaded hand winded her waist holding her close to himself in their sleep. Her fingers clenched like a jolt in her sleep as she slowly squirmed beside him with her face stuffed in his crook. Her eyes fluttered as she opened her eyes and he fall in her sight. Her husband. She peeked up through her lashes at him as his jaw came into his view and a beautiful smile spread on her face as she lifted herself from their position and placed a kiss on his eye with her eyes closed. Her fingers gently ran through his hair and parted away from him. Giving a final kiss on his forehead she got off the bed fixing the blanket to her chest Turning away from him she turned to the window and swiped the curtains aside welcoming the light with her closed eyes. She took in the bliss she got from the warm sunlight and opened her eyes and looked out of
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, the terror coursing through me making it impossible to think clearly. There was no way out of this. I had to do what he said, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much I wanted to throw it all back up.With shaking hands, I picked up the spoon again and forced another bite into my mouth, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. Each chew felt like a battle, and every time I swallowed, it felt like I was choking on glass. But I kept going, bite after agonizing bite, because there was no other option. Not while he stood there, gun in hand, watching my every move.After what felt like hours, I finally scraped the last bit of food off the plate and shoved it into my mouth. I could barely taste it anymore; everything felt numb. I set the spoon down shakily, my body trembling from the strain, and dared a glance up at him."It’s done."I muttered, my voice weak and broken. He didn’t respond right away, just stared at the empty plate for a long moment, as if d
My hands trembled as I clamped them tightly over my ears, but it did little to muffle the sharp, deafening sound that seemed to echo in my head. The relentless gunfire rang in my ears, making my heart pound against my ribcage. I thought the nightmare was over, but the momentary silence broke when I saw him reload his rifle, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator savoring its prey. Panic surged through me again as I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed in helpless terror, my hands pressing harder against my ears. I didn’t know what else to do—there was no escape.After what felt like an eternity, the gunshots stopped, leaving my ears buzzing, a strange numbness spreading through my body. I couldn’t hear anything anymore, not even the sound of my own breathing. It was as if I were floating, detached from reality. I wanted to lower my hands, to free my ears from the suffocating silence, but the fear of hearing that awful sound again kept them clamped in place.Slowly, I squinte
Her vision cleared as the tears cascaded down her cheeks, blurring the bold letters that confirmed her worst fear—she was married to him. The date on the paper was unmistakable. It was the same day as their wedding, the day she thought had been filled with genuine love. Realization hit her like a ton of bricks as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. He had made her sign these papers along with their marriage documents. He had deceived her again. Her shock quickly morphed into anger as she tore the papers in her hand, her eyes blazing with a mixture of rage and hurt as she looked at him. "How much have you lied to me? How much have you truly deceived me?" she demanded, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotions. He responded with a nonchalant shrug, his voice devoid of any remorse. "So much... to the extent that the papers you just tore aren't even the originals. They're just xerox copies." His words were like salt on an open wound. In a blind fury, she
The room was dark with a dim light enough visible to figure out silhouettes but not see the objects. She was tucked under the fluffy cotton-like blanket giving her warmth from the AC. In the dark room, lazy footsteps echoed as he walked to the tufted chair and sat down staring at her while swirling the glass of wine. Sipping the drink he rested his hands on the armchair as he leaned back crossing his leg on the other. His eyes took in her soft hair and made a curled art on the white duet while her tired face gave out the tiredness. A tinge of guilt hit him thinking she didn't eat anything for pretty good hours. But that is not the only thing he has on his plate. There is this larger thing to deal with. She was scared of him. She is scared like hell. And he guessed his behavior didn't help her. Maybe he should go easy on her and be submissive to her. After all, the mistake is his. But just by the thought, the submissive felt gross. He cannot be submissive. That isn't in his blood.
In her black dress covering her knees, she laid back on the bed with her hands thrown on either side. Her brows caressed with each other as her hand gripped her forehead in pain. Ever so slowly she tried to open her eyes fighting against the pain. Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious. Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no longer wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and brought her into this room. The room felt strange. As
Lazily strolling to the chair he placed his foot on the chair and put his hand on his knee as he took out the lighter and leaned his head forward litting the cigarette. Taking a sharp intake he blew out the smoke as he looked at his prey through his smoke. "You think you can double cross Arcy's"? " Arcy's. Who the fuck are you? Infants don't get to talk little boy. Do you know how many years we ruled the underworld? "Oh really? It must be a hard blast on your ego to get killed by an infant". The man's jaw hardened as he glared deadly at Andrey. "You people are no one. No one to Blasscaid's but yet you are revolting and I wonder why"?"Why is that"?He looked up from his foot directing his question to his prey as he looked at him lazily. "That doesn't matter to you. And you expect me to answer your questions just like that". He said with a calm tone. The man gritted trying to get his hands out of the rope when Andrey nodded yes in response. " I expect that. Because so soon I'm
He was stunned as he froze at her side. He lifted himself up as his eyes roamed from one eye to another and true to her words he saw it. He saw many times but was waiting to hear them from her. And now she said it it felt unbelievable. "What"? He had a dazed face and gave away his cluelessness as he began to look at her like a lost puppy. She giggled at him. "I love you Andrey. Don't make me more nervous". Her voice came out a little hoarse with all the screaming she had done until now. "R- really? From when"?She began to narrate him with a sweet whisper. "I don't know exactly. But from the moment you married me and when you made efforts to fit into my life. I've fallen there. And when you cared for me and bared all my silly tantrums I felt harder.......that you have to pick me up now when I confess you". He stared into her eyes longer than usual as she stared back at him waiting for his response. Her hands randomly played with the strands of his back hair when he sealed her l
Once again all the dresses were sprawled on the bed as the suitcases laid open on the ground as she took out more piled-up clothes. "Andrey. Where's my black dress". "In the bag". "Where's the bag"?"In your cupboard tupoy ". (Dumb). " Aww. Was that a new endearment for me". " Yeah". He said and began to put his shirts and pants along with a few casual t-shirts in his suitcase just when two neatly folded flowery-floral print t-shirts joined them in the suitcase. He looked up at her and pointed out the pair of floral shirt. "What's this. I never saw you buying this pair for yourself". She grinned at him. "It's for you". Giving her a glare he simply took that pair and tossed it out. "That's not for me. I'm not going to wear it". He stated as he began to put his razor and shaving kit when again those flowery pairs of shirts were shoved in his luggage. "Yes. You are wearing them. We are supposed to go to the beach. Are you going to wear a formal shirt and pants there. No".
She put her deal front and all the children cheered in hurrah ready to attack him. While he looked at her in disbelief and shock morphed on his face while she giggled while jiggling her eyebrows at him. She was not colored as much as him as he respectfully applied color only on her cheeks and neck while him. She rubbed many colors on him and his face is already so colorful. The children started to attack him and he couldn't help but step back looking at the mini devils. One kid has already loaded the water from Pichkari with a push of the tail and he got himself pretty wet. The other kids started to jump trying to color his upper part and face and he lost his string when they started to shoot color water from their water gun on his face as they couldn't reach up there. Leaving his Adhri for a minute he immediately tackled one child and rubbed the color on his face in an extreme way that he began to cry. He was ready to charge another two kids but they let out a horrified shrill of