He leaned into her ear, his voice a whisper only she could hear. "you're my wife, Aarohi. Remember that?" She tried to free herself again, but this time he interwined his fingers with hers over her stomac, keeping her in place. "You struggle too much," he chuckled softly against her ear. Aarohi's breath quickened. her heart war thudding. And then, without warning, he placed a soft kiss on the back of her head, where her maroon chunri rested. His oice was steady, certain. "I'm coming tomorrrow to take you with me." Aarohi froze, then replied, voice trembling with fury. "You won't." He smiled against her head, kissed the same spot again, ad wishpered: "Try me, baby."