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He watched her with a dark gaze as she continued to struggle, trying to free her hands and legs. And in the process, she felt something hard and strange against her stomach. She froze when she realized what it was—her husband’s manhood. She often felt it against her buttocks during nights when he held her against him and slept.

She had always been terrified by what it would lead to. And now, despite his anger and hatred towards her, his body still indicated his arousal.

Oh God.

She watched him with terrified eyes. “Let me go,” she whispered.

“Why?”

“B-because you can’t… you can’t do this to me.”

His gaze bore into hers. “I can, and I have every right to do whatever I want with you.”

His dark eyes lowered and fell on her trembling lips through the veil. Her lips tingled strangely. When his jaw clenched, she thought he would yank the veil from her face.

She braced herself for the violence and brutality.

Suddenly, he stepped away. Her feet touched the floor, and she clung to the closet behind her to avoid collapsing.

His dark glare blazed on her. “Next time you leave the mansion without letting anyone know, I’ll tie you to the bed each morning until I return home at night.”

With that threat, he walked away from the closet area. Moments later, she heard the sound of the suite door closing shut.

She remained frozen against the closet, her legs and body trembling hard.

She didn’t know how long she stood there, feeling angry, helpless, and terrified.

He is a monster! I hate him!

CHAPTER 13

“That’s so beautiful,” a voice said.

Ishani opened her eyes to see the smiling face of her father-in-law. She was in the large prayer room and had just finished playing the bin instrument.

“Each time you play the bin, it feels as though the entire Thakvar mansion is transported to Kailash, and we are right next to God Shiva and Goddess Parvati.”

Ishani smiled with pleasure. “Thank you, Papa.”

“Have you had your breakfast, child?” he asked with a smile.

“No, not yet.”

“Then come. Join me.”

Ishani nodded. Touching her forehead to the bin, she carefully placed the beautiful antique instrument aside before getting up to join her father-in-law for breakfast.

Most mornings, she joined Mihir Thakvar at the breakfast table. When the older man wasn’t busy touring the Thakvar-run schools and hospitals, they even had lunch together. She also spent some time helping with the accounting for the trust organization. She spent the rest of her time either in the garden or library with her books.

“Is Shivay back?” her father-in-law asked while breakfast was served.

Ishani shook her head. “No.”

The older man sighed. “He needs to stay home and not work so much.”

Ishani didn’t say anything. The last time she had seen Shivay Thakvar was when he had threatened her for going into the desert alone. She had been terrified he would tie her hands to the bed like he said he would, but he had left Thakvar mansion the same evening. He hadn’t returned for nearly a week. From what she had heard, he was staying in the city due to urgent work.

Somehow, she had a feeling he was working on taking control of the oil wells in the desert. And he could do that easily after declaring himself as the Thakvar clan heir.

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