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His Widow    Chapter 41
"Tell me? Tell me what punishment will make you understand that you shouldn't disobey me. Tell me what pain should I cause you so that a thought of rebelling against me doesn't encourage in your mind. Tell me what I should do". He gritted at her crying form as she whimpered and scrunched away from him with her shoulders trapped in his grip. "I'm sorry". She sobbed."You should be. But you are not. You are just sorry because you are caught. Otherwise you are not sorry at all". "These were those fingers that dared to do the act right. Weren't they? Speak! Weren't they? Let's make a markable punishment so that you will not have to be sorry again. Okay baby"? She shook her head to him in denial unbothered about knowing what he is gonna do next for she knows he just did something gruesome to her. Taking a pen out of his pocket he put it between her two fingers and pressed them together almost trying to twist them as she screamed in pain, her other hand trying to loosen his clutch on he
Last Updated : 2024-03-04His Widow    Chapter 42
Her eyes slowly flickered open and took in her surroundings. Her throat felt parched and dried up. She felt thirsty. Slowly she tried to get up when her hand pained. She looked at her hand only to witness a saline attached to her hand. Few scenarios flashed in her mind which reasoned her current condition as she slowly tried to sit properly on the bed. Her eyes again fell on her hands and then fingers as again the scenarios flashed in her mind. Her eyes turned glossy but she shut them by closing her eyes. She tried to gulp and again felt the parched up pain in her throat. She looked around to find no water jug on the nightstand. Sighing tiredly she leaned back to the head board and sat silently not wanting to go for a tour around the house for a jug of a water or face him. And the saline is still attached to her hand. Her dull eyes stared at nothingness. Her gaze drifted lost in thoughts. She wouldn't run anymore. Giving up seemed easier than losing a body part. She had t
Last Updated : 2024-06-27His Widow    Chapter 43
"That's hard to answer". He said. Leaning forward looking straight into her eyes he spoke. "Deal," he pressed, his voice honeyed.. "Stay, and I'll be a prince. Disobey, and..." The threat hung heavy, unspoken. Her chin trembled, as she gulped. Though he put the deal she wasn't able to believe him. He never stayed true to his words. But she have no other choice. Her situation compels her to listen, but true belief remains elusive. Her options are painfully limited. But hope, as fragile as a spider's thread, was all she had. His threat hung unfinished as the day began to run and he didn't charge himself on her careful for her health. In the mean time she thought if her poor health could stop him from having her. In the very stance he came to her with her medical report and warned that he will be taking care of her health from now on. The drip was taken off by afternoon. Her lunch was bought to her in the bedroom by him. He fed her and dozed her to sleep as he worked in the
Last Updated : 2024-07-09His Widow    Chapter 44
The food remained untouched as it had been minutes he left the dining table. She tried to listen to the commotion happening in the hall, but it wasn't clear. She could only hear the faint vibrations of voices traveling the distance, not the actual words. Putting the spoon down she got up setting her veil over her shoulders as she walked slowly to the hall without making a sound. Standing behind the partition she peeked at them. Both were standing, his back frame covering the man as they talked. "Her daughter is with me. I don't think we can bait with her daughter when she literally abandoned her and ran for herself". The police said to Raghav, who shook his head in denial. "Cant believe she could stoop low. But her daughter is the only one left for her. She will come back. Be attentive". "But what about the trial". "I'll come". She ducked back at the partition as she felt their movement. "Be careful. Might end up in jail again" Saying that he got up. His
Last Updated : 2024-07-20His Widow    Chapter 45
A sunbeam fell across their bodies through the window as his hands lay around her, his eyes silently praying over her as she slept. Breaking his resistance he leaned forward and began to pepper kisses all over her face as she laid like a doll wrapped in a cloth. He went rough on her last night, trying his best to control himself. He had decided not to hurt her, but she kept doing things that provoked him. After the third round, his anger automatically subdued just by listening to her moans. She was spent because of him, barely conscious as he later carried her into the house. He gave her a bath, then roughly wrapped her saree around her and tucked the end of it into her chest. Remembering last night, he strictly decided to manage his anger issues better and endure her tantrums. He knew he was already forcing himself on her and had to be lenient, even if she said hurtful things. Scooping her back to his chest, he continued kissing behind her ear, trying to disturb her sleep so she
Last Updated : 2024-08-01His Widow    Chapter 46
"Get ready," he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "You’re coming to the office with me."Her heart raced, caught off guard by the sudden change in plans. She knew she had little choice but to comply. With a sigh of defeat, she realized her hopes of a quiet morning had been dashed."Can I not come—""Didn’t I make myself clear? What’s there to question?"His voice was stern, leaving no room for negotiation."Go. Change into a dress. I’ll be waiting."The tension in the air was palpable. She hesitated for a moment, caught between frustration and resignation. His unwavering command left her with no room to argue. Slowly, she turned away from the door, her shoulders slumping in silent defeat. The weight of his expectations pressed heavily upon her as she trudged towards her room to change, her thoughts a jumble of frustration and acceptance. The morning she had hoped for had vanished, replaced by the inevitable reality of his demands.Raghav's pov...She finally gave up, no lon
Last Updated : 2024-08-12His Widow    Chapter 47
A flush sounded as she exited the washroom, making her way to the wash basin. Turning on the tap, she let the cold water run through her hands, washing them thoroughly. After turning off the tap, she reached for a tissue when she heard the creak of the door opening. "Excuse me." A male voice startled her, and she swiftly turned around, astonished to hear a man’s voice in the ladies' washroom. He stood in the doorway, wearing sunglasses, and seemed momentarily stunned by her presence. There was a brief silence until she broke it. "Yeah?" Her voice snapped him out of his daze. "This is the gents' washroom," he said, still looking at her, unblinking behind his shades. Unaware of his intense gaze, she replied casually yet politely. "Umm, you might be mistaken. This is the ladies' room. The gents' might be on the other side." There was something almost enchanting about the way she spoke, her voice carrying a calm assurance that caught him off guard. For a moment, he questioned his
Last Updated : 2024-08-26His Widow    Chapter 48
The crumpled sheets lay loosely over their entwined bodies, a delicate cover that barely concealed the warmth they shared. Her hair was spread out like a dark halo above her head, wild and unruly, as he traced a gentle finger along the smooth curve of her nape, savoring the softness beneath his touch. The early morning light filtered softly through the undrawn curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. He had deliberately left the curtains open, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness of her sleep.She slept delicately, with an air of exhaustion that told the story of the night before. Her hands were pressed beneath the pillow, her breathing slow and rhythmic, a picture of serene vulnerability. He found himself mesmerized by the way she looked in her sleep—so peaceful, so unaware of the emotions she stirred within him. His fingers moved through her hair, feeling the silky strands slip through his hands as he brushed them away from her face.Propped up on his elbow, he supported
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Lifting the bottle, Raghav tilted it back, the bitter burn of wine sliding down his throat, doing little to numb the storm raging within him. He set it down heavily on the table, his trembling fingers returning to the laptop in front of him. The screen flickered as he sifted through empty folders, hoping against hope that something—anything—remained. But it was all gone. Every file. Every image. Every trace. Asha had done it. She had deleted everything before she ran. His jaw clenched at the memory of her defiance, her determination to break free. He had promised her she would be free after two weeks. He had told her he would let her go, but deep down, he knew he had never intended to. The thought of losing her was unbearable, and he had broken that promise. She couldn’t live with him, though. He had seen it in her eyes every day—the silent resentment, the way she shrank from his touch, the way her spirit dimmed under his control. And so, she had waited for her moment. The bla
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Later, the dim light of the bathroom door crept into the room. She emerged, clothed, her hair damp and framing her face. Her steps were deliberate, yet her expression was icy and unreadable. She avoided looking at him for too long, her gaze cold and detached. The faint rustle of her movement woke him slightly, but he only stirred, his arm falling lazily over the side of the bed. She paused for a moment, her heart hammering, before slipping out of the room. *****In the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator, the cool air brushing against her face as she retrieved the juice. Pouring herself a glass, her hands trembled slightly. From her pocket, she retrieved a small packet of powdered sleeping tablets, her eyes darting toward the doorway to ensure she was alone. She emptied the packet into the glass and stirred quickly. The sound of footsteps behind her made her freeze. She turned sharply to see him standing shirtless in the doorway. His disheveled hair and the soft expression
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He didn’t relax. His body remained tense, his eyes sharp and searching. “Fighting what?” he pressed, unwilling to let the matter drop. “Fighting all this,” she replied, her voice barely audible. Her gaze lifted to meet his, her sharp eyes piercing his. For a moment, she gathered her courage, the weight of the truth heavy in her chest. “In these days, I’ve realized that my fighting doesn’t change anything,” she said, her voice carrying a bitter edge. “Does it?” He didn’t respond, his silence a confirmation of the unspoken reality between them. Her next words came more forcefully, her resolve strengthening despite the tremor in her voice. “If I say I don’t want to marry you and want to leave, would you let me go?” She already knew the answer. It was etched into his every action, every word he had spoken. The announcement of his proposal was proof enough—he wasn’t planning to let her go. But still, she asked, the question hanging heavily in the air. “Tell me. Would you?” Fo
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He sighed softly and extended his arm to her, an unspoken gesture of comfort and reassurance. "Come," he said, his tone gentle but firm, as if nothing unusual had just transpired. She hesitated for a fleeting second before slipping her hand into the crook of his arm, allowing him to guide her back to the event hall. The rest of the evening passed in a haze. Applause, congratulations, and polite exchanges surrounded them, but she barely registered any of it. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying his confession on the stage and the storm of emotions it had unleashed within her. Finally, the event came to a close, and they made their way to the car. The silence between them was heavy, yet he seemed unbothered by it, his demeanor calm and peaceful as he navigated the dimly lit streets. As they drove, he reached over and took her hand in his, his grip firm yet warm. She looked at him, startled, but his eyes remained fixed on the road ahead. "I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a w
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She was seated beside him in the front row, her heart pounding against her ribcage. The grandeur of the function hall was overwhelming, its opulence radiating from every corner. The red carpeted floor stretched beneath their feet like a royal invitation, and the dim, golden lighting bathed the room in a soft, warm glow. The space was alive with a subtle hum of whispered conversations, laughter, and clinking glasses. Everyone in attendance seemed to glimmer with a richness that extended beyond their attire, leaving her feeling like an outsider despite her carefully chosen ensemble. She had dressed to match the elegance of the event, but even in her perfectly draped saree, she felt small. The air of effortless sophistication exuded by the crowd made her question the authenticity of their joy. Their hollow laughter and picture-perfect smiles felt more like a façade than genuine emotion. The event progressed seamlessly, with guests congratulating each other and exchanging pleasantries
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Her lips parted slightly in shock. Every new piece of information about his life left her more confused, more trapped in this strange, dangerous world he had forced her into. Noticing her reaction, he smirked. “Relax. My brother doesn’t kill people unless it’s necessary.” She looked down, willing her face to stay neutral. He didn’t need to see how unsettled she was. Living with him, she had learned to mask her emotions, knowing that any visible discomfort could make things worse. “Doesn’t your grandmother say anything about this?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “About you and your brother’s… profession?” He laughed outright at her question, the sound echoing off the kitchen walls. “She’s the one in charge. She keeps us in line. But she doesn’t approve of my brother’s work. It’s complicated. He joined the mafia to protect me. Back when I was in observation homes, I was safer there because of him.” “Eat,” he ordered, his voice firm, breaking her train of thought. Sh
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No one in the room could sleep. She lay awake, her body tense as she remained acutely aware of him behind her. There was an unspoken understanding between them, fragile but present, like a thread stretched too thin. She was holding up her end of their silent deal—staying close, talking to him when he needed it—but she also drew her boundaries firmly. He had agreed to respect those lines, promising not to touch her, and she held him to his word. He lay on his side, clutching the loose end of her saree in his hand. It wasn’t much, but it was all he had, and he clung to it as if it could soothe the ache in him. His gaze rested on her back. If only she’d face him, he thought, he might have been able to lose himself in her expressions, her eyes. But she wouldn’t. She had made that clear. “Listen,” he said softly, breaking the silence. His voice was low, uncertain. Her eyes fluttered open, reluctant. She was on the edge of sleep, drifting, but his words pulled her back. “Yes?” she a
His Widow    Chapter 54
Only five days left, and somehow, time feels like it’s moving slower than ever. He's becoming stranger, in ways that I can’t quite wrap my mind around. He’s acting soft, almost gentle with me—and the fact that I find this behavior weird says a lot about the impression he’s left on me. I didn’t expect any softness from him, not after everything he’s done, everything he’s shown me about who he really is. Maybe things started shifting that day. Maybe he’s finally noticed how much his cruelty has affected me. Perhaps he’s softened because he saw the trauma he inflicted, or maybe he’s realized that I was never at fault to begin with—that it’s all a product of his own misguided assumptions, his projections. But this sudden change, this unexpected softness, feels almost as troubling as his previous coldness. Still, I can’t ignore that every benefit seems to come with a hidden cost. He may be gentler, yes, but now he’s becoming uncomfortably persistent, trying to engage me in conversatio
