prologue
Start writing her" don't you dare to forgot, that why are you here?" he said grabbing her jaw.
as tears gathered in her eyes, even is how much she don't want to cry infront him, but tears rolled down from her eyes next moment she heard his words.
" you are just here to be my slut , so be in you limits , Mrs sekhawat " he said leaving her jaw with jerk.
dropping on her bed , he removed her all clothes .
" ahh, " she moan in pain as he enter inside without any warning.
" please ....slow " she said
" slut don't complain or demand " he said thrusting hardly inside her.
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" dare to say again her name from your fucking mouth , she is my wife and i don't like any random man asked about her " he said greeting his teeth.
other man smirk wide after hearing him.
" is that really you wife Mr sekhawat,I thought she is just your slu...." before that man complete his sentence, he punch hard on his face , making blood oozing out from corner of his lips.
that all conversation heared by her as she went near him ,
" are you okay vivan ?" she asked with concern on her face.
he noded his head with assuring smile.
" are you out of your mind ? how could you worried abou him ,
he just called you slut and you showing him concern " he said with anger filled voice as he didn't like she cared for him.
" what wrong he said Mr sekhawat ? am i not your slut ? hhha? didn't you make me remember it every fuckinh time that who i am to you " she said all this shouting at him.
his expression change for second showing guilt in his eyes but he again mask it with anger.
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" didn't you know that how fucking possessive i am for my things " he said grabbing her by her waist.
" I am not your thing Mr sekhawat " she said wiggling in his tight grip.
" yes ,you are my fucking wife " holding her by her nape.
she chuckle at his words sadly and said " really ? I think you are drunk , I am your slut Mr sekhawat don't forget this "
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