Dark Romance.
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Gunnar aka Humza Ghazali, is a name that sends chills through Mumbai. A ruthless mafia boss, a cold-blooded killer-His presence alone is enough to suffocate those around him. He rules the underworld with an iron fist. He i...
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"Wh-What punishment?" Rhythm asked, panicked.
A smirk appeared on his lips which made her nervous, "If you dare to touch me I will..."
"Tsk, Tsk, tsk..." he clicked his tongue while closing his eyes with that arrogant smirk on his lips, "I'm not at all interested in you, Sweetheart,"
He tilted his head sideways while looking at her face, "I have many other things to do..." he said while winking at her and stepping back. He unbuttoned his shirt while stepping back, facing her, not breaking eye contact.
Rhythm's heart slammed against her ribcage; her breathing changed as her eyes moved to his naked chest. There she saw a huge scar on the left side of his chest, it looked deep and quite painful. It starts from his upper stomach and ends right up his nipple.
Looking at the scar, she could feel the hair on the back of her neck raise.
This man's deadly gorgeous!
She gulped hard and thought she would faint any time now.
She began wigging harder and harder but it was of no use.
"Let me out," she yelled at him.
"You keep trying to get out of it and I'm going to enjoy this night with...." without finishing his sentence he winked at her and walked out of the closet.
Rhythm gritted her teeth angrily, trying to get out of it while Humza dressed casually and walked out of the room.
After an hour of struggling, finally, her wrists went free from the tight grip and she immediately pulled them. She began rubbing them as she felt her skin burn,
"That son of a bitch," She muttered in rage while walking into the bathroom and washing her wrists to ease the burning sensation.
After changing her clothes into nightwear, she walked out of the room.
"I have to search for Mayden and ask her where the hell is the first aid kit," She muttered under her breath while strolling through the hallway.
"I had been searching for it for 20 minutes now..." she said, frustrated.
As she was strolling through the hallway, passing by a room, strange noises reached her ears. She stopped in her tracks,
"What's that?" she murmured and turned towards the door. Her breathing began to deepen as she stepped closer to the room.
she pushed the door a bit, quietly and saw a naked man and a woman having sex. She gasped and before she could close the door, her eyes caught Humza through mirror reflection. Her eyes widened in shock and looking at her husband having sex with another woman, paled her.
Is this what he meant earlier!
Rhythm thought while stepping back from the door. She was hurt but she couldn't understand why she was feeling hurt, she knew what kind of a man he was yet she felt betrayed.
She shook her head, you know who the fuck he is, never expect anything from this horrible man, her subconscious yelled at her.
She went straight to Mayden and asked her for the first aid kit. As she gave her the kit and offered to apply the bam on her wrists, Rhythm refused and took the bam with her. She sat on the bed and began applying the bam on her wrists.
As she was applying the balm to her right wrist, the door of her room was pushed open. Humza walked into his room and glanced at Rhythm.
"What are you doing, Sweetheart," He asked while walking towards his bed,
"Why? why should I tell you?" Rhythm replied glancing at him,
"Because I asked you...," Humza replied,
"It's none of your business," Rhythm replied.
"And... how did you free yourself," he asked looking at her,
Rhythm refused to look at him or even answer his questions.
"Who helped you," he asked while folding his hands over his chest. Irritated by his questions, Rhythm placed the balm on the nightstand and stood up.
"Why should I answer any of your stupid questions," She replied stubbornly,
"Because you have to... Answer to my question, Sweetheart," he said, clenching his jaw in anger.
"Are you threatening me?" Rhythm asked with a questioning look,
"Did I ask you where you went?" she said while placing her hand over his chest and pushing him back, he stepped back.
"Or did I ask you where you were partying?" She said while pushing him again,
"Or did I ask you who was that you were fucking in that room?" she asked angrily, pushing him.
He grabbed her wrist and stopped her, "Is my little wifey Jealous?" he asked with a mocking smile on his lips.
Looking at that smile, Rhythm couldn't contain her anger and gritted her teeth.
"Yeah, I feel so jealous," she said with a mocking smile, "I mean, I'm filled with rage..."
Humza tilted his head sideways, staring at her as she continued.
"...whenever I look at your face, I get filled with rage and envy,"
"Yeah, I can see it," he smirked while looking at her up and down,
"Mutual feeling, Sweetheart... but you haven't yet answered my question... who helped you?"
"Why? Will you force me to speak?" she said, "...the way you married me by force?"
Humza could feel his temper rising inside but he tried his best to control it, "Listen to me carefully, Gunnar, this forced marriage is meaningless to me, if there's anything between us... that's hatred..."
"It's Humza for you, my little wifey," he said, pressing his knuckles on her cheek and tracing her soft and rosy cheek.
She slapped his hand away from her and glared at him.
"There's only hatred between us...," she continued ignoring him.
"For the first time, we are on the same page, Rhythm," he said, stepping back from her and going to bed.
Fucking bastard!
Rhythm muttered under her breath and walked over to her side of the bed. She sat down and began placing the cushions in between her and Humza, he turned his body to her, placing his forearm on the pillow and resting his head on his palm. He watched her place the cushions neatly.
"Do you seriously think that would stop me?" He asked, looking at her.
She glanced at him and without replying to his question, she laid down and turned to the opposite side.
"I wish I could kill him, bastard," she muttered under her breath while closing her eyes and slowly slipping into a deep slumber.
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