All Chapters of His Widow : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I know you all must be waiting for next chapter eagerly and I'm very sorry to disappoint you all. I already have unedited half version of chapter in my draft but i couldn't just take out time to complete it in this for schedule as I'm going to give my exams on 10th of this month (December). So I'm very busy preparing for the exam and I request you all to be a little patient and kind towards me. Actually the course i took finishes after 7 months and I'm supposed to concentrate solely on my studies. But since I started the book I gave few rare updates in past months but I couldn't anymore. I'm not saying that i will not update till 7 months. I will update but rarely. And after 7 months if the book is still isn't completed then I'll finish the book after 7 months by giving daily updates. For now i can't update any chapter till December 17th. After December 17th I'll update few chapters and later after June I'll update regularly. And never think I'm going to leave this book incomplete.

"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

"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

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

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