Chapter 30. A Spy?

Almost a week or more passed since that traumatic experience, that had created a deep impact on her mind, leaving her unnerving. That too, all the time.

'You'll work for me'

His threat ringed in her ears on and on.

'You'll keep an eye on Moosa all the time,'

Her heart skipped a beat on reminiscing his words.

'Report him to me. And if you didn't or tried to tell him anything, then I'll make sure that your death is written by his hands'

'How? You can't do anything,' she recalled her small protest of challenge.

'I'll show him your videos. Yes, your videos.'

'I'll tell him that I was forced,'

'Go on then. But mark my words. You bear his name now and he won't kill you. Neither he would divorce you. And he can't keep a prostitute as his wife. It's not like he loves you deeply and is truly committed to you. I know in which circumstances this marriage took place. You mean not even a single fuck to him. And that's how, upon knowing the trut