The forced marriage
“My comb,” she said flatly, holding it up. “So what?” he replied, voice cold “Don’t touch it again “I will touch it. Not only the comb… but the most itching part of your body.”
“My comb,” she said flatly, holding it up. “So what?” he replied, voice cold “Don’t touch it again “I will touch it. Not only the comb… but the most itching part of your body.”
Her presence is healing him and his distant behaviour breaking her
My wife Love after arrange marrige story