Chapter Eight

Eveleen's POV
I spent my whole day watching television and studying. My breakfast arrived in my room. After studying, I took a nap. I was alone at the dining table. I didn't see Thomas. He must be in the hospital. It sent shivers in my body as I recalled the memories when monsters were shooting viciously at us. I asked everyone whom I had met since morning about Thomas. I was hoping he would be fine. How could he break my hand without knowing the truth? He operated the world with his thinking. I didn't even know his intentions behind this marriage. According to my friends and family, he is an international business tycoon. I was damn sure he's more than that. There's no female in this house, all cooks are male. Bodyguards are like mannequins who are in suit to decorate every corner of this building. I asked every single man to know Thomas' condition. All pretend as if I don't exist in this world.
Morons!
I wasn't hungry. I couldn't escape. All thanks to Rose. I would definitely enjoy my meal somewhere else in a more safe and peaceful environment. I was toying with my spoon. Abruptly, I listened footsteps banging on the floor increasingly coming out of the door. Door flung open. His amber eyes were fixed at me. His four men stood around him. He accelerated furiously toward me. Spoon dropped from my hand and it noisily fell on the glass table. Barely I gulped the last bit of my fruit salad. I got up from the chair and I staggered behind on my foot. His long strides covered the distance within seconds. He strongly locked his hand behind my back.
" What the heck is your problem? " he almost shouted at me.
I pursed my lips, " Nothing. " I don't even know what he was talking about. He tore himself out of the door and started shooting.
" You're not supposed to talk to anyone. " he roared slowly.
I didn't get this rule. He wasn't interested in me. Why would he bother if someone else will talk to me, " Oh! You're possessive." I looked in his eyes.
His wry smile cropped up on his face, " I don't give a fu**. " He came closer and said his words very clearly.
Please, set me free. Because, I do not care about your rules. ( but I didn't tell him.) " Then why are you shouting at me? " I asked him and raised both my arms.
" My home! My rules." He picked me up from the ground. I was swinging in his one arm.
" You'll break my backbone. Why don't you shoot me? It'd be easy instead of being crippled and dependent on others." I taunted him. He was hearing me carefully.
" It happened by mistake. I've told you before. " he frowned.
I rested my good arm on his shoulder, " I've seen your face that day. You were furious. " I said. I don't know what stuck in my mind.
" You named it furious. " he knitted his brows.
I wrinkled my lips at it. What would be that then? I ran my gaze behind him. His men were gawking at us. He followed my gaze. He turned and swung me in his one arm. He gave his men a murderous look. My back was at them, they must be scared like mice do beholding a cat.
I removed my gaze from his face and sighted around, " Why is this house a prisoner for me? " I asked him to divert his mind.
He glared at the table, " Finish your food." He said.
Morning memories flashed in my mind, " How did you do this? " I asked.
" Do what? " he frowned again.
" Your body. " I picked my hand from his shoulder. I poked my finger on his chest, " You have little mountains on your stomach. Have you seen them? How do you do that? I also want that on my stomach. " I happily asked.
I swore, I saw him blushing. " Finish your food. " He scrunched his lips and put me on my feet.
" Where is Thomas? Is he in the hospital? " I asked him.
" Bullet grazed his skin. He's fine. " he said.
" I know and you broke my arm. If you are not possessive. I'm not important to you. Why am I her? " I sighed, asking questions again.
He frowned and walked away.
I wasn't done yet with my irritating task. But I guess, he was enjoying it instead of getting irritated, " What's your age? " I asked him.
He stopped walking and gave me a side look. He didn't speak.
" Twenty five? or seven? You don't look thirty han. " I said.
He paced back at me with an angry look, " Shut up. " he put his finger on my lips and pressed it. My eyes got wider and I nodded my head. His finger felt strong against my lips.
" Good girl. " he whispered.
When he reached the door, " Bye. " I waved at him.
I caught him smiling again.
I was alone again. Walls were glaring at me and I was giving their glare back to them. I ate my food and settled down to read with my mathematics. He allowed me three days of a week when professors came to teach me. I was injured, so my third time will be on Friday. It was Wednesday.
I studied till evening. When I got tired and bored. I rested my head on a soft pillow and sleep engulfed me.
Loud sound stirred me from my sleep. I covered my ears, resting my pillow over it. It was constantly ringing. I groped it following its sound. I hit the green button without looking at the display.
" Who? " I whispered.
It was silence from the other side. I disconnected it. Phone rang again.
" Who? " It was quiet again, " Find someone else for your stupid game. Don't disturb me. I'm already disturbed. " I hung up on whoever was on the other side. It started again. I neglected it. I went back to sleep.
I heard a loud bang. I woke up with a jerk. It startled me, running my sleep away.
" What is it? What is it? " I said sharply.
His menacing look came in view. Eyes were glaring at me as I was his prey. He took two long strides, "Pick up your phone. " he demanded. Room's door was laying on the floor. He must have powerfully kicked it and the door met its death. I crooked my head and watched the door carefully. It screws left it, I guess. Death depended on its doctor, but this door's death has one life rest if it would get a repairer.
I felt his glare on me. I immediately picked up my phone. " There is one missed call from you. " I tried to smile.
" Check call list. " he ordered in a curt tone.
I ran my fingers on touch, " It has the last two received calls from you. " I said.
Was he feeling shame replying the who? I didn't know him, but he's dangerous. I threw my phone on the other side of the mattress and ran away from him. I couldn't go out because he was near the door which was laying on the ground now. His men were behind him. I couldn't go in the cupboard, it was also behind him. There was a wooden table. I concealed myself under it, although he could see me. I still went down it.
My knees were shaking with fear. I hugged myself tightly, " I love me, I wanna see the world. I don't want more broken bones." I said out loud.
" Come out. " he demanded.
" No. Please don't beat me. I'm sorry. I'll pick your call next time and I'll not sleep in the evening next. " I said with tears.
He bent down and extended his hand toward me, " Come out. Gimme your hand. " he demanded.
" No no no. Please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll not do it again. I'm sorry. " I felt tears on my lips.
He moved ahead and he hauled me from under the table catching my forearm and picked me up. Once again, I was swinging in his arms.
It panicked me, " Help! Help! " I screamed. " Somebody help me please. My husband is breaking my arm again. Please help me. " I sobbed while I was shouting in my loudest voice. I was struggling. His arm was locked around me.
" Stop it. You'll hurt yourself. " He said harshly. He held my good arm.
" No please no. " I pleaded him, with my teary eyes.
He took me to the bathroom. It scared me like hell. He had told me. He isn't interested in me. I don't trust him, " Are you raping me? " I blabbered.
His eyes got wider. I felt his grip loosing. I saw a gun under his coat. Hastily, I grabbed the gun from him and backed steps away from him. I hit the wall. Floor was wet and I slipped. I was clutching a gun and my hand hit the wall. Accidentally, it started the shower.
" You'll hurt yourself. " he said, approaching me. He was looking calm. " Drop the gun," he ordered.
" No, stop! D-on't come near to me. " I sobbed, pointing the gun at him. " I know I'm your wife. Seriously I'm not ready for um..... it's illegal. Although I'm your wife, still you can't do it without my permission. You can't force yourself on me. " I was choking on every word. I was crying hard. I was scared of him. I could hear my inner voice which was shouting at me that he would not hurt me. I really need a checkup. He broke my hand yesterday. Still I'm expecting No Harm from him.
" I will not hurt you. Drop it. " he commanded politely with his bossy tone.
I wasn't strong enough to kill anyone. So I pointed the gun at me on the top of my head near my ear. I pulled the trigger. Before I could shoot myself. His hand was on my wrist. Bullet hit the roof. I screamed aloud. He squeezed my hand and the gun hit the ground along some debris from the roof.
" Don't you dare to utter a word. '' he shouted with his pointed finger on me. I didn't dare to cross him this time. I was soaked, water was dripping from my hair, clothes. He dragged me out of the bathroom. He went near the cupboard and opened it. He picked a blue gown for me. Blood was running in his eyes. He walked toward his room, picking me off the ground. He kicked the door open. He made me sit on his bed. He kept my clothes beside me. He locked the door. He took out the towel from his cupboard and dried my hair, face. I was staring at him. He switched off the light, but enough I could see his back at me.
" Change your clothes. " He said.
I was hesitating. I wanna say no to him. He told me not to say a word.
" Change it yourself or I'll do it. You've two minutes. " he said in his angry and curt tone.
I instantly changed my clothes. He switched on the light exactly after two minutes. He tried his hair with the same towel and donned a blue shirt and white pants. His back was on me, He had a V-shape chiseled body. I closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes. He was in front of me. He locked his fingers around my wrist. Tears were flowing down my cheeks. He paced silently but his rage was still visible on his face. He took me in the elevator. Elevator hit the ground. He brought me out in the parking lot. He opened the car door for me. He was giving me his staring. I sat in. It was dark outside. I didn't know what time I'd be. I stared out the window and wiped my tears. Vehicles were moving to their homes. I was missing my parents and my cousins/friends who hated me now. They should trust me, hear me. They believed in there assuming instead of. It was hurting to know that you had spent your whole life, they taught you everything. It ended like this. They never trusted me I guess. They didn't try to rummage the fact. Sound of the opening door broke my chain of thought. His man held the door for me. I stepped out on the earth. I hadn't been here before. This place seemed full of life. I saw the holding Night Down Club was written on it. Why would he bring me here? I looked at him in confusion. He walked ahead showing his back to me. His half troop was waiting for me to move. I went after him.
We stepped in the club. Music was so loud, it was deafening my ears. I disliked being in a club. It gave me nothing more than several headaches. All were bowing to him as he's a king. Red/blue light welcomed us. I swept my gaze around. People stopped when he passed through. Their heads were bowed. no one dared to come near him. He was taking steps ahead at the VIP room and people were making an aisle for him. I put my feet in his. My jaw dropped on the floor. Room was filled with girls. Some of them were on magazine's cover models, some top models and some actresses. It was crowded with famous personalities. They were ogling him while sipping their wines. I recalled the words in my mind which I told him a few minutes ago. Did he come here to prove his point? Bartender served him a drink. His bodyguards spread in every corner of the room. He stood in the center of the room, holding his drink. Which girls were dancing and standing aside, starting to sway their hips around him. He was an apple in everyone's eyes. He was ignoring them all. They were trying hard to have one look on them from him.
I gulped hard the guilt, thinking about what I said to him. I was feeling embarrassed. Gloomily I dragged my feet out of it. Crowd was bumping on my shoulder, I was careful not to hurt my wounded hand as bandages were kissing my skin. I found his car, his driver opened the door and I shook my head.
My feet felt weird. I glanced at them. I was barefoot. " Worst day. " I muttered. I was sleeping when he came into my room and all that happened. I forget my footwear. I roamed my eyes and saw a bench some feet away. I was feeling ashamed of myself, accusing him. I didn't mean to hurt him. I was panicked and It slipped from my tongue. He could have any girl at his one sight. There must be a big reason he married me. I remembered that day that monster wanted to marry me. Then it hit me. He killed his men. Why? Have this marriage to do something with him? I blinked. I sauntered toward it. I sat on a bench. I could see dark from some distance far where street lights were dead. Dark had engulfed it. I darted my sight in the sky. Big round moon was glaring at me, making me smile.
" You're so gorgeous." My heart beat fastened When these words filled my ears," looking more beautiful than our first meeting." I heard a husky tone. I sucked on my breath. It took me back to the memory. When I met Duante. My eyes got widest.
" I rummaged you every fucking street of Hyderabad. " His heavy voice sent a chill in my body, " Who did this to you? " He asked roughly.
I turned my head to see. It was he who tried to kidnap me that day at the party, we were warned against him, to leave the hall immediately. He killed his man who dared to laugh in front of him, on me. I stood up from the bench. His black eyes were running on my body. I hugged myself with my healthy arm. He took steps toward me. I backed and my legs hit the bench behind me. I fell on it like I was sitting. I was rapidly breathing that I could listen to it in and out of my nostril. He came nearer and put his foot on the beach. He raised his hand to touch me. I was watching it drawing near me. A strong hand clutched it before he could touch me. I knew who was in the blue shirt today, " Duante. " I loudly spoke his name, getting up from the bench. I was so blithesome to see him.
" Don't you dare to touch my wife. " he warned him. He was shooting his furious eyes on him. He pulled me away from him with his second hand. His men surrounded me.







Duante's POV
I bottomed out my drink. It pissed me off when she pointed the gun at herself. She was going to hurt her. I've told her I don't feel for her. Fu**! I can't keep her out of my thoughts. She is driving me crazy. It's a pure feeling. I don't want her forcibly. People didn't dare to come near me. Today I allowed them, because I wanted to prove my wife wrong. I'm an international businessman, not just it, I'm The Mafia Emperor. My eyes were searching for my girl. I saw remorse in her eyes when these girls were swaying around me to catch my attention which I ignored like always. I put the empty glass down and picked up the second one. I sipped from my second drink. My eyes were fishing for her. I went near the railing and she wasn't there. I fisted my hands.
" Where's she? " I asked Tann and Aakash.
Aakash started to panic and shuttered. I gripped him by the throat, " Where the hell is she? " I seethed.
" I saw her going out through the crowd five minutes ago. " One of my men said.
I opened my fist and slapped him brutally on his face with the back of my hand. Music stopped playing and all were looking at my side with panic and fear. His mouth was bleeding.
" What the fuck was you doing? If she got a nick on her body. I'll behead you all motherfuckers. " I enraged. I gave cold glares to everyone. They started their lives again. Men power started to work finding her in every fucking corner of this club. I went downstairs. Crowd was getting out of my way. I moved toward my car. She wasn't in. I went to the other side of it. My driver was laying on the ground. I checked his breath. She would never hurt people. He was breathing, someone knocked him down. She was missing. Did she run away? Last time I scolded her. She ran away. It was dark. She must not go so far. I ambled to the car. I heard someone talking. I followed it. It led me to the garden. She was sitting on a bench. She was looking scared. She wasn't alone. I paced quietly at her. Ricky was advancing his hand at her face. It made my wrath worse. I gripped his wrist, locking it in my hand.
" Duante. " she squealed and smiled. First time, I heard her taking my name, with a huge genuine smile.
" How dare you touch my wife? " I was wishing for his neck in my grip instead of his wrist. I pulled her away from him. He and his five men were at the guns point of my men and surrounded by us. I took her and started to walk toward the car.
" I'll come for her. " he said.
" You'll come for your grave. " I assured him. I wanted to beat the hell out of him. Her presence stopped me.
I could kill him easily. But I wasn't going to give him an easy death. He would pay more than tenth of what Aarav had endured. I would annihilate him for killing my best friend.
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We were in our house back. She wasn't made for a mafia man. But she had been now. No fucker could take her away, not even her. I decided to have her as a wife. When first I laid my eyes on her face. It was the only way to keep her safe from him. I was watching her, she is unfamiliar with the fact. She needed to learn When she should speak or shut.
" Tann..um Thomas. " She screamed out loud and rushed at Thomas. She hugged him.
' What the fuck! She is my wife. Why the fuck she is saying him Tann. She never hugged me like this.' I thought
" Hi." Tom smiled at her, wrapping his one arm around her.
She backed up from him, " How are you? Where were you? I find you in the Whole house. " She circulated her good arm in the air, pointing at the house, " You got shot. Are you in pain? I asked everyone, nobody answered me. " She bombarded him with her questions. She gave her cute sad puppy face on the last line.
" I'm fine, dear sister-in-law." he grinned.
His sister-in-law relieved me.
" Your shoulder? " she asked, pulling her bottom lips. I was expecting my teeth there.
" It was just a bruise, nothing more. I'm sorry for your hand. " he said sadly.
" Your brother should be sorry, not you. " she whispered to him.
I cleared my throat. I gave them a cold look.
" Hi brother. " he said.
I glared at her to tell her to go to our room. She was standing there unknown.
" Your husband wants you to go. " Tom whispered in her ear.
" Oh, got it. But where? " She asked in confusion.
" Your room. " he whispered back.
" Okay." she said and went into our room.
I stared at him because of how comfortable she was talking to him. When his eyes met mine. I raised my brows.
" What's going on? " I asked him.
" What's your mean? She ain't my sister but she is like. You shouldn't hurt her. " he replied.
I snorted, " I asked you to leave India. " I asked.
" After Haidar's wedding. " he said.
I covered the distance and stared at him continuously, " Don't forget what we're. " I patted his cheek.
He bowed his head and nodded.
I needed to rein my wife. She would get freedom but in limit. Her behavior might put her in trouble. She needed to understand it wasn't her world. I would never raise my hand on her, never. Every morning she woke up her legs on my thighs or stomach. If it would be someone else, it would be dead now.