"Beg for it." She couldn't stop herself anymore, and her left hand raised.

As a reflex, Abhimaan caught her wrist before it could even touch his cheek and twisted it behind her back, jerking her close to him; she whimpered at the sudden pain, which shot through her hand to her shoulder.

"Never do that mistake again, Wifey." He threatened; they were so close that their faces were just a few inches away from one another, but all Sayantika cared about was the pain in her hand.

"Good wives don't raise hands on their husbands." Even though she was in pain, she still chose to glare at him.

"Pathetic," she...