Someone's watching me . Stalking me . Every night, he is there. A  fake husband at the edge of my bed. 24/7. ​I saw him do it. I accidentally witnessed him murdering his own brother  to take the title of Nawab . I froze and ran away pretending to unsee everything. But No matter, how much I  plead but he wants me for revenge. I promised him my silence. I begged. I ran. But in the crowded streets of India , his reach is everywhere. He doesn't want to kill me to bury the secret. That would have eased my suffering. Instead he claims me ,f*cks me till I pass out . A punishment for running away from his sight . He is ruthless, off-limits, and utterly obsessed. And He wants me to suffer in the silence of our fake marriage.