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The white moon was shining on the black bed of the sky. It was beautiful with its full roundness and patches of dark.
Under the painting of its shining moonlight was her face. As serene as the moon.
Zehra,the second eldest daughter in law of Aryans.
Her kohl lined eyes were staring at the round moon like that moon knew her secrets.
It must be true, through her eyes and tears she tells her story every night to the moon. .
Zehra has been alone since her childhood till now. She was the only daughter of her parents. Love is something which never got written in her destiny. She never found the love of her mother. She passed away giving birth to Zehra. Giving birth at the age of 16 is not at all easy.
Since her birth she was alone, the new born Zehra was crying all night when her mother was being cremated and no one was there to hold her.
Baba Hazoor, the education minister of Tashihada, a small country situated at the east of India, was a busy man. He was more of a money payer to Zehra than a father. Her being a daughter had made his feelings sour for his own daughter. He never truly loved her.
It left her alone and unloved. Nothing new but the feeling still stinks to her heart.
However she was adored by her caretakers. The women came from villages of her country.. they used to make her braids, feed her from their own hands..their kindness made Zehra kind. She grew up to be a sweet girl but a little closed off.
She was an introvert and had formed a big wall around herself.
Those who never talked to her called her arrogant but she is far from it.
Everything was going the same , nothing unchanged until he came into her life like a cold air of wind in summer.
Her shukrana.
Her now husband and then lover.
Aks Rajput.
The man who once used to love her alot but now he does not even care for her.
Zehra did not know how everything changed. Was the change too fast or slow? There was a time when Aks will die for her. He claimed her to his, she was his first love and he was of hers.
A smile came on her pink lips reminiscing about the past which was sweeter than honey. For an introverted silent girl like he was the cute funny man who brought nothing but happiness to her life.
However, like everything, her happiness was also short-lived.
The smile of her lips dropped as she finally faced the real face of reality.
Her throat tightened and she felt her heart breaking yet once again.
She tried to control herself but after the moon her eyes silently waved to the empty pavement of their estate.
It was one in the night and her husband was still not home.
She was here alone and he....
Zehra chuckled, the sounds of her chuckle showing the pain she carried in her heart.
Looking at the empty pavement one last time she closed the windows of her room, seizing the cold air to come inside.
Turning around she found nothing but a vacant room. The luxurious room carried everything, from a round red bed to the chandelier which hung so high there. There was a radio sitting on one corner of her dressing table.
The voice of Noor jahan humming softly the ghazal of love.
Hamare sanson mein aaj tak woh heena ki khushboo mahek rahi hai...
The lyrics came, bringing yet another painful smile to Zehra's lips.
"Khushboo toh hai unki...pure jism main samayi hui. Kya hua jo woh nahi hai," ( What if, if he is not here his fragrance is still here living in every cell of my body)" she whispered and smiled at herself, remembering her old Aks.
She walked to her Almirah and opened the cabinet at the very end.
Her eyes filled with tears as his old fragrance became alive in her senses. Inside the cabinet was a neatly folded white shirt. It was torned from many ends as it was old, at least six years old.
This shirt was her first gift to him.
After one whole year she was touching the shirt. It's material as soft as she remembered.
Zehra took it out and went towards her bed. Sitting on one end of the bed she opened the shirt and looked at it as if imagining Aks in it.
The tears that filled her eyes finally dropped to her ashen cheeks and in a second she brought the old shirt to her heart.
She kissed its collar and inhaled its smell.. She caressed it against her cheeks as if wanting to feel the same loving caresses that she used to get from him. Her every tear wetted the old white shirt as she yearned for the old times and her old Aks to come back.
"Mujhe dar lagta hai Aks. Maine yeh kabhi nahi kiya," Zehra said, crimson touching her cheeks as she felt shy and nervous at the same time.
( Aks I am feeling scared. I haven't done this before.)
"Kya tumko lagta hai maine kabhi kiya hai yeh ? Yeh Mera bhi first time hoga ( Do you think I have done this before ? It would be my first time too,)" Aks said, admitting it to her.
Zehra smiled, gazing at his handsome face. They are each other's first and only. First love, first kiss and soon they will be each other's first time.
"Will our first night be special?" she asked.
Aks hummed slowly, a sparkle coming into his eyes,"Yes it will."
Zehra chuckled remembering that day from five years ago.
He was indeed right. He made their first night really special. So special that even now she was feeling herself shivering while remembering that night.
Today Zehra got her true love. He was always like a silhouette to her, one second near another second far away. However today finally he was hers completely.
Aks Rajput, he loved her like no one ever did.
Today they get married in both traditions. As a Muslim bride she was delicate and as a Hindu bride she resembled a goddess.
She was waiting for him to come and erase whatever distance that was left between them.
Like every other girl she was scared of this night but it was the night she had waited for so long.
It was finally the time for Aks and Zehra to become one soul. Their love will be knocking the door of lust and it is going to be as pure as their love.
Zehra smiled at the thought.
Her smile drew more when she heard the sound of the door opening.
She could hear the slow yet heavy rhythm of his footsteps as he approached her.
The beats of her heart jumped, her mind ran to the places she never imagined. Her hands turned clammy in anticipation and she breathlessly waited for his first touch but it never came.
Turning around she looked at him only to find another girl standing there by his side.
Her brows frowned at the presence of another girl in their marital room.
Her gaze then slowly went towards her hand which was clasped around Aks's left arm.
Zehra did not like the way the girl was holding Aks's hand as if she owned him.
Whilst Zehra was looking confused at the view in front of her the unknown girl was looking at Zehra with nothing but hate and jealousy. She never thought that Aks's wife would be this beautiful.
In a deep red bridal lehenga Zehra was looking as beautiful as a full bloomed rose. Her deep brown eyes outlined with thick dark kohl, her lips so thick and deep in red made the girl rot more in jealousy.
Zehra as a bride was ethereal, her aura was screaming royalty. She was a real Aryan bride.
Zehra's beauty held purity and something very different yet so special. It made her hold on Aks's arm tighter. The girl with Aks was afraid of losing Aks to Zehra, his only wife within the four walls and out in the world.
On the other hand, Zehra pursed her lips at the unknown and unwanted woman. She turned her questioning gaze to Aks whose eyes were as empty as a blank sheet as he stared at her with nothing.
"Who is this girl, Aks ? And why is she holding your arm like this? Tell her to go out of this room. Right at this moment," Zehra said, her voice neutral but her eyes demanding.
Aks who was looking at her with a blank gaze has his lips curling in a devilish smirk.
He resembled a devil and a betrayer.
"It is you who will go out of this room, not her," he said, looking at her from up to down with disgust.
"What do you mean ?" asked Zehra.
"What I mean is this marriage is nothing but a charade for me. A business deal to be precise. Don't think of yourself as my wife because you are not," he said, making Zehra flinch at his harsh tone.
"A deal ? Charade ?" Zehra whispered.
"Yes, a deal and a charade. You mean nothing to me. An ugly and fat girl does not deserve to be Aks Rajput's wife," he sneered.
His words hit Zehra like a hard slap on the face.
You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen Zehra. You are prettier than the poems I write. Your beauty cannot be compared to anything. I am lucky to have you in my life. I am a fortunate man to call you mine.
She recalled the words he used to say to her and compared it with the words he just uttered now.
No it cannot be possible. He must be joking with her. Yes that is what the truth is. It is nothing more than one of his pranks.
Who better than Zehra knows how much he loves to do pranks.
As the realization struck her Zehra beamed with a smile and forwarded her steps towards him.
The smell of roses and henna filled the air around Aks as she came closer to him.
The smirk sitting on his lips dropped and what he left with was peace and calm, such an unusual feeling for him but as she erased the distance between them unknowingly he sucked in a deep breath.
His heart almost jumped in its place when she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and joined her forehead with his.
"Ugly ? Fat ?" Zehra sounded amused by his choice of words.
"Dear husband, have you forgotten how you used to beg for the attention of this very ugly and fat girl. You used to kiss the ground this ugly and fat girl walked on. You may have forgotten but I have not forgotten the hundreds of poems that you have written on the beauty of this same ugly and fat girl."
She said with a smile and then looked at the other woman in her marital room.
She glanced at her hand which was wrapped around Aks's arm,"Now put an end to your pranks because they are no more entertaining to me," Zehra spoke with hardness in her tone as she glared at the woman before unwrapping her hand from Aks's arm.
"You.." the other woman was about to say, however before Zehra cut her in between and said, rolling her eyes," You want money. Don't you ?"
Shaking her head, Zehra took out a bundle of Khashiq notes from her lehenga's pocket. Zehra never knew this customized dress's pocket will come out so handy to her.
She was about to count the money but going against it she circled the whole stack of notes around Aks's head and passed it to the unwanted woman.
"Take it and get out of my room," Zehra commanded.
The other woman gave her a dirty look and that made Zehra's anger rise up so much that she ended up slapping the note bundle on her face.
She then turned her gaze to her husband who looked too lost to whisper anything.
She smiled at that. He was always like this. Her charm and her beauty always makes him speechless.
Entangling her hands again around his neck she reached closer to him, with her one step erasing whatever distance they had between them.
"You have waited for our first kiss for five long years. Now as your wife and your queen I am giving you all the right to kiss me, hold me in your arms and love me like the way you have always desired. Sign my skin with the ink of your lips Aks. I am yours...all yours," Zehra whispered and leaned for her first kiss.
Her words full of raw emotions did a spell on Aks and he found himself losing on her beauty, her voice, her everything. The lust arose in every inch of his body and he wrapped his arms around her waist and moved ahead to press his lips against hers.
He was about to kiss her lips when he heard the sound of her whimpers and he came out of whatever world he was lost in.
Opening his eyes he looked at Zehra who was eagerly waiting for him to kiss her.
His lips tilted in disgust and he pushed her away from him,"Stay away from me, you bitch!" he snarled as she ended up falling on the ground by his push.
He turned his eyes to his girl who was crying seeing him getting lost in another woman's arms that too in front of her.
"You...w-ere ab-out..to k-iss ...her," she found it difficult to even say those words as she stuttered between her cries.
Aks's eyes widened and he took her in his arms,"No Myra. I was not. It was that bitch. She tried to seduce me and I don't know why I got lured. I am sorry..I don't know how I can.." he stopped not finding any words to say.
He held Myra in his arms who was crying feeling betrayed by him. He snapped his angry eyes to Zehra and glared at her with nothing but hate.
"You bitch! How dare you try to seduce me," he spat the words before giving a kick to her stomach.
"Ahhhh!!" Zehra cried in pain when the sole of his shoes hit her stomach. She had fasted for him as it was said that if a bride fasts on her wedding day and breaks the fast by her husband's hands it will be good for their marriage life.
She never even in her horrific dream has thought that he will do something like this to her.
"Aks..you cannot. You cannot do this..." the poor girl still believed all of this must be his joke or maybe it was her nightmare. She rubbed her eyes to see if it was really a reality or was she dreaming. Nothing changed even after she did everything to claim it a nightmare.
Her husband was still standing in front of her with another girl in his arms and she was on the floor, bleeding from her elbows and enduring the stinging pain to her empty stomach.
"This...this cannot be true. Something is missing. The Aks I knew will never raise his hand on me. He treats me like his precious flower. He loves me like I am his devotion. No. No. No. You cannot be my Aks. You cannot," Zehra cried as she tried to stand up on her feet but with little no energy left in her body it was difficult for her.
"You are seriously delusional Zehra. There is only one Aks Rajput and he is standing in front of you. And if you still think that I love you then hear me this time clearly. I, Aks Rajput hate you Zehra Fatima. I only love one woman in my life that is Myra Chauhan who is in my arms. No one, not even a filth like you can take her place in my life. You better get that in your mind," he clenched out each word with pure clarity with his passing words his hold on Myra tightened.
It tightened so much that she winched in pain in his arms.
Aks's gaze wavered from Zehra who looked like she lost everything in the span of a few minutes. He then looked at the crying face of his girlfriend Myra,"Myra why are you crying. I love you. You don't have any reason to cry. You are my woman not this fat bitch Zehra," he spat the last words looking at Zehra.
"You don't have to worry. I am yours...only yours," he said before sealing his mouth to hers.
And that is exactly what broke the little hope that Zehra held.
Her heart withered in a million pieces. He was the only person who she has yearned to have all her life. He was not only her love but she has made him the god of her world. The pain that shot through her heart was something unexplainable. She cannot endure it, this single pain will kill.
Breathing became hard for her as she sat there on the floor broken and ignored as her husband poured all his love to some other woman.
She saw with her blurry eyes as they stuck to each other like they never wanted to leave each other.
His hands roamed on every inch of her body and she leaned more on him like she knew...even in the wildest of the kiss he will take care of her.
The sounds of their moans filled the room and slowly instead of hurt anger brewed within Zehra. It was her who was supposed to be in his arms, not a second woman. He was supposed to love her, not someone else. She was his lawfully wedded wife not the woman whom he was kissing shamelessly.
She stood up on her trembling legs and glared at her husband and his girlfriend.
Her eyes slowly traveled to the iron rod that was kept on one corner of the room.
Zehra harshly wiped her tears and stepped toward that particular iron rod.
Not thinking twice she gave up to her anger and swung the rod. It hit directly on their entangled arms.
"Ahh," Myra cried in pain, freeing herself from Aks's arms.
Zehra did not stop and hit Myra more with the iron rod. "How dare you. How dare you touch my husband you bitch," Zehra roared as she continued hitting the girl on the floor. Myra was crying on the floor taking Aks's name again and again who for a few seconds was too shocked to react.
But when he came back to his senses the vein of his forehead popped out in anger as he glared at Zehra who was crying and hitting his girl with hatred and anger.
Without having a second thought he slapped her right on her face.
Suddenly everything turned quiet and the only sound that came was the echo of his slap.
Zehra stood there too stunned to realize what happened just now.
The iron rod slipped out of her and tears filled her big eyes as she slowly raised her trembling fingers and touched the blood that came out of her nose and lips.
She gasped in shock more than hurt as she saw blood on her fingers. He slapped her...
He slapped her for another woman.
She stood there in that one particular place as she stared at her bloody fingers.
Her eyes turn more hazy with the dropping tears and mixing with the blood but she still stared at the bloody spot on her fingers.
He hit her.
He made her bleed.
He...
Before Zehra could even cry her eyes out and release the hurt and pain she was suffering, a hit from the iron rod came on her back and she stumbled ahead.
"Aaaaaaaa" a heart wrenching cry passed from her mouth as another hit came on her stomach.
She held her empty stomach and slowly raised her tearful eyes to look at her husband but he was ready to pounce another hit on her delicate body and yes it came again sooner than she expected, this time on her thighs.
Finally Zehra gave up and cried her eyes out as the only man she loved in her entire life hit her with an iron rod while she rolled on the floor with nothing but pain.
"No no Aks please stop," she joined her hands and begged him to stop but he didn't. He was blind with rage at that moment. The sobbing sounds of his girlfriend only fueled his anger more.
He hit her until her ashen skin did not get the marks of his brutality.
Her beautiful body was beaten up and her once crying face soon turned somber and dead.
She was breathing but the pain had already left her body.
Now she was motionless as she endured a few more hits until he was not satisfied. Finally he threw the iron rod on her side. A few drops of her blood painting it's end.
Aks spat on the side finally his anger was coming down but he was still not done with her.
He has to show his bloody wife her place in his life.
He sat on her side with his one knee on the ground and wiped the tear which was hanging on her long eyelashes.
Cupping her chin he made her look at him," You dreamed of having your first sex with me don't you? And this was supposed to be our marital bed ?"
He asked, pointing at their marital bed which was decorated with roses. In return got nothing from his wife. She was dead from outside. And you cannot expect an expression from a dead person can you ?
"So keep your fucking eyes open and see how I fuck my girl right in front of our marital," he smiled, a smile of devil.
Standing up on his feet he pulled his girlfriend close to him. Their bodies clattered. Myra looked at Zehra with a victorious smile as Aks discarded the clothes from her body.
In a few minutes she was naked.
"Get on the bed my love," Aks said and Myra followed him without missing a beat.
"It was your first time right? So look and learn how a woman should satisfy her man. Her man," Myra smirked as she parted her thighs, showing Zehra and Aks her dripping cunt.
Aks chuckled at Myra's words as he opened the buttons of his kurta. When she gets in the mood then she turns into a wild cat. The one thing about her that he adores so much.
Zehra stared at them from the floor as her husband joined another woman in their marital bed.
She did not blink her eyes one time as she saw him loving the other woman right in front of her eyes.
Soon their naked bodies entangled with each other as he entered her and she let out a loud moan.
Her moan worked as acid to Zehra's heart which was already burning.
They melted into one another as they made love on Zehra's martial bed. That night Zehra was wide awake as she saw them fucking with the sounds of their moans and grunts still ringing in her ears.
Zehra took a deep breath as she came out from the thoughts of that night.
She looked down at the shirt in her hand.
Her eyes then unknowingly searched her Aks in the room but he was nowhere.
Like always she was alone.
And he was busy sleeping in the arms on his lover.
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