Author's e-books - Shikha Mishra. Page - 1
(Book 2) "Vihaan wait....." I shout. He flinches or was it my imagination. "How are you?" I ask in broken voice. He turns and this time I flinch. His eyes are bloodshot. The vein on his face are popping. I have never seen him this angry. "How am I? What a brilliant question you have asked Mrs Malhotra....ops sorry ex Mrs Malhotra. Well I am doing fine with my wifey." Tears starts welling up in my eyes. "Vihaan you don't get to hurt me." I mumble.
What happens when sweet love of vihaan and Disha turns toxic? What happens when vihaan gets obsessed with Disha? Can Disha adjust with his obsessiveness? *Excerpt* "Strip." My eyes widens. "I said STRIP. DISHA." I shake my head. I would have done it if he was not angry. If he was my cute and sweet vihaan. He took the knife which was in the fruit basket. He pushed me on the bed so now I was laying on the bed. He puts the knife at the neck line of my top and sliding it down
(Book 2) "Vihaan wait....." I shout. He flinches or was it my imagination. "How are you?" I ask in broken voice. He turns and this time I flinch. His eyes are bloodshot. The vein on his face are popping. I have never seen him this angry. "How am I? What a brilliant question you have asked Mrs Malhotra....ops sorry ex Mrs Malhotra. Well I am doing fine with my wifey." Tears starts welling up in my eyes. "Vihaan you don't get to hurt me." I mumble.
What happens when sweet love of vihaan and Disha turns toxic? What happens when vihaan gets obsessed with Disha? Can Disha adjust with his obsessiveness? *Excerpt* "Strip." My eyes widens. "I said STRIP. DISHA." I shake my head. I would have done it if he was not angry. If he was my cute and sweet vihaan. He took the knife which was in the fruit basket. He pushed me on the bed so now I was laying on the bed. He puts the knife at the neck line of my top and sliding it down