My Husband is a Mafia

His Slave

Devika's Point Of View:

I was walking down the flight of stairs down to the elevated stage where the wedding was taking place. I hated it all but I could not do anything.

I noticed Ranveer. He was wearing an orange sherwani and a fake look of happiness on his handsome countenance.

"Aren't you excited to marry him-"

"Yes.. Look he is so hot...", The over - excited girls who were helping me walk down were chattering as I kept on digesting their stupid comments with loath.

I went and sat beside Ranveer who flashed a fake smile at me which I reciprocated. The priest started with the rituals.

Ranveer had forced me into telling the media that I was in love with him and we had disappeared for a pre - honeymoon trip. Ranveer was too harsh to be denied. He had slapped me around thrice until I agreed to do what he had said.

I wanted to run away from the scene but there was no escaping the gangster. After around a billion rituals our marriage was over and I was sitting in the well decorated bedroom where my ruin was going to arrive soon.

Ranveer's Point Of View:

I walked into the room. The girl was sitting on the bed with a long veil over her face. I felt a wicked smile take over my face. After all it was my opportunity to torchure someone. It was my habit to torchure people but to torchure her seemed to be a pleasure of a different level. I walked in towards her and bent in front of her. I slowly lifted her veil to reveal her face. A dim light was on and in the yellow tinge her face looked beautiful. Quite a compliment it was from me as I smiled. She was looking away from me.

"Come on, look at me.", I said as stated finally looked at me with tears in her eyes, those were most probably of agony.

"I hate you so much Ranveer!", She shouted at me pulling away her veil from my hand as she moved away. She stood up and walked towards the door from my side. I pulled her by her hand and she winced. She bumped on me as I turned her face towards myself.

"You look pretty.", I said removing a lock of hair which had come over her face.

"Shut up! You are an animal! Leave me!", She shouted trying to free herself from my grip but she couldn't. I pinned her to the wall. My hands rested on the wall as I blocked her way out.

"What do you want?! You want me to be quiet? I will but please let me go! My father and brother must have misunderstood me because of you! They will think that I am like other stupid girls who run away with their boyfriends!", She screamed as tears streamed down her face.

"Quiet.", I said placing a finger on her lips in a dangerous whisper.

"I am like an animal - true. That is because when I select a prey I don't let it go. Even if it means to die.", I said slowly as she stood still.

"Got it?", I asked in a low voice. She just nodded as I removed my finger.

My hand travelled up to the back of her neck. She didn't move - she was too scared to. I claimed her lips and she didn't do anything, so just stood allowing me to invade deeper. Her lips was undeniably good. I slowly moved away as she stood with her eyes shut.

I leaned near her ears and said,

"Good that you have learnt to be my convict."

She didn't react, as if she was completely senseless. I slowly moved away and walked out of the room. I had a few murders to discuss with my gang.

Devika's Point Of View:

I just let myself slide down onto the cold floor below me. I sat and started crying. I felt like a slave, as if I was sold to him and he could do anything and everything with me.

I suddenly stood up.

It was better to die than to live a life like that.