His hold on her arm was so tight that she thought his nails were digging in her soft flesh. Amaan's jaw clenched, the muscles tickened in his mandilble. his other hand left her jaw and clenchend her jaw roughly. Arzoo whimpered in pain but didnt uttered a word. '' you have actually the nerve to wear something so revealing just to show to people your flesh? you thought showing your curves will make you match my level? do you think i will like other men gawking my wife, but do you know your reality?'' he paused and looked at her pained eyes. '' you are a vestage! you landed yourself in a fairy tale written by me. welcome to hell Mrs.Amaan Rahmani.'' the smug look on his face, shattered her dignity. she felt so humilated. she felt her life spinned back and landed her in a fairy tale where her prince is her tormetor. her dreams shattered right on her feet. each piece mocked her.