Abram

I threw the files on the table and rubbed my temple as a migraine started to erupt inside my veins like a hot volcano.

"I will get the right file, sir," I heard the timid voice of my manager and glared at him.

"Why the fuck do you think I have enough time just to check which file is wrong and which is correct, huh?" I seethed.

"I am sorry, sir. Please forgive me. I will get the right file right away," he said, and I banged my fist on the table.

"Just get the fuck out. And one more mistake, and you will be fired," I gritted out at him, making him cast his eyes down in fear.

"I am so sorry, sir," he apologized again and walked out of my cabin. I sat on my chair and rubbed my temple.

First, at home, I have to deal with that bitch of a wife, and now at the office with these careless employees.

And this fucking migraine—I am fucking sick of everything. She has made me sick of everything.

Her face, the amber of her eyes—her everything irks me and burns me to no extent. Her innocent facade vexes me.

"If I have permission, can I come in, sir?" I heard the familiar manly voice, and I knew who it was.

Derek walked inside my office and sat on the couch as if it was his home.

"What are you doing here, Derek?" I asked annoyingly.

He feigned fake hurt. "Can't one come to meet his best friend? Your words hurt me, Abram Oberoi," he said dramatically, and I rolled my eyes.

"Well, if you are so keen to send me away, then I came here to remind you that we have a meeting today with the lawyer, and we have to leave right away," he said, and I face-palmed myself.

God, how could I forget such an important thing? If Derek hadn't come, I would have missed today's meeting with our lawyer.

"Thanks, brother," I said to him in gratitude, and he just sighed.

"Get your phone repaired, Abram," he said, and I chuckled. He was right—I needed to get my phone repaired as soon as possible.

"I hope he gets us that property," I said with a hopeful sigh because since the day she arrived in my life, nothing has been going in my favor.

Meanwhile

Meera

"Usher, here, eat this, baby." I petted the Labrador and placed his bowl of food in front of him. He obediently started to eat, and I couldn't help but smile.

"You are such a cute dog, Usher," I said and kissed his forehead. Usher is the only thing keeping me alive in this home.

I like caring for him, but at the same time, I fear and hate his other mates—those dangerous, scary-looking pit bulls.

God knows why Abram loves them dearly. They are not even cute. Instead, they are dangerous and scary. Thank God they are always locked in a cage where they belong.

I was playing with Usher when I heard the sound of footsteps, and my ears perked up in alert. I looked up and found my husband staring at me with emotions I couldn't decipher.

"Abram, I was just feeding Usher," I said meekly and got up from the floor. I wiped the dirt off my dress and waited for him to say something.

"I will warm up your food," I said, and as I was about to walk away, he held my hand, stopping me in my tracks.

I looked back at him, and a smile was forming on his lips, his eyes twinkling with something sinister.

He pulled me closer, and I looked up at him, my heart beating rapidly.

"You are dirty. Why don't you take a bath and then serve me food?" he said gently, and it scared me.

Because he never talks gently to me, and this side of him means something terrible is going to happen.

"Yes, I will take a shower and be right back," I said and tried to free my hand from his grasp, but his hold only tightened around my wrist.

"You love playing with my dog. Why don't you take a bath with them, wifey?" he said in a low voice, and dread settled inside me.

Suddenly, he started dragging me toward the backside of the house, where his pit bulls were caged inside a cellar.

"Abram, please," I begged and put all my force into stopping myself from going where he was taking me.

"You will enjoy the bath, wife," he said darkly, and my heartbeat quickened in trepidation.

"Abram, please, I beg you," I pleaded, my vision blurring with tears of fear.

Soon, I was thrown inside the cellar, and chills ran down my spine when I heard a loud bark. I didn't dare move from my place.

Tears streamed down my face, my chin quivering. I was locked inside with them. He locked me inside.

"How could he do this to me?"

Even after knowing how dangerous they are.

Suddenly, a rush of water came onto me in a flash, causing me to stumble. My ears perked up in alert as I heard the dogs start barking continuously.

The dogs came in front of me, and a scream ripped through my throat.

"Abram, please!" I cried, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

The power rush of water intensified, and a sob wrecked through my chest as the dogs barked in my face.

"Please, please, please," I begged, and a scream left my mouth as I saw one of the pit bulls lunging at me.

My mind swirled, and darkness washed over my eyes, lulling me into it.

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Love Pia.