When he entered in to the room.

So ? No money.

She lowered her gaze.

They said they are trying, please understand.

He went near her , every step deliberate.

Trying? He repeated.

She swallowed .

They don't have...

His fingers suddenly twisted in to her braid, yanking her head back just enough to force to look at him.

Don't defend then, he said coldly.

You came from that house.Their failure is yours .

Her eyes is filled but she didn't cry.

He released her hair only to grip her wrist, twisting her arm behind her back,not breaking, just reminding.

You came empty handed,he continued.

So you think you have value here ?

She shook her head slightly.

That pleaded him.

From that day question never stopped

At breakfast

At nigh

In passing.

When will you give me a child?

What kind of wife refuses her duty ?

How long do you think i will wait?

Sometimes it was his words.

Sometimes it was his hands.

A sharp pinch at her waist when she cooked slowly.

A sudden pull at her hair when she avoided his eyes.

A tight grip on her arm ,when she dared to say she needed time.

Each touch made her breath hitch.

Fear came first

Then confusion

Because her body remembered his presence even when her heart resisted.

One evening,as she stirring the curry,he came up behind her pinched her waist hard.

She gasped hard .

Still saying no ? He murmured near her ear

I'm not ready ,she whispered.

He twisted her hand behind her back just enough to make her wince .

You don't get to be ready,

You just get to obey me .

He stepped back and walked away as nothing happened.

Priya stood shaking, staring at the stove.

The pressure.

The questions.

The touches.

They were breaking her slowly.

But somewhere deep inside her, something also hardening in her heart .

And neither of

them realized yet how dangerous that could become.

End of chapter seven