ITS MY STORY AND PLOT WAY PROTAGANIST THINKS ABOUT HOW HIS WIFE SHOULD BE LIKE...! I DIDN'T MEAN TO HARM ANY OF MY READER SENTIMENTS. ITS JUST A STORY....
"You know what i hate you man! have you ever look at yourself" he said.
"Azaan we are married" i said tears were rolling down my cheek
"I don't know why don't you undestand that i hate you and this marriage is just a deal for me"he said
"Dea..l" i said
"Yeah deal what i have to do is keep you in my house till your died weather as wife or as a slave" he said
"And one more thing don't dare to come inside my room i dont wanna see you" he said and hold my wrist and throw me out of his room.
"Azaan where should i stay" i said
"Simple fatty in store room" he said and close the door.
I was crying like a hell how can somebody be so cruel he married to me and now he is considering me as a slave.
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