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Her eyes fluttered open, feeling the warmth of the sun. The windows of the room were wide open, curtains swaying slightly kissing the gentle air.
Her afraid gaze roamed to the room she was in, just last night she was hoping it to be a new hope of her brightful future and just last night it became the last step of all the darkness.
The beautiful roses hung on the bed and walls were mourning for her loss. The fire of the candles were doused and the fragrance which once smelled like milk and roses were rotting, smelling pungent as if someone had dipped the invisible smell in acid.
She blinked her eyes as again a shadow of the sunlight stink to her eyes and she fathomed, the smell was not coming from around her. It was coming from within.
It was she who was rotting, smelling pungent, doused of all her hopes and mourning for her loss.
The loss of any hope.
The red blood dried insides of her thighs were the only witness of it and the only evidence.
Her eyes so innocent and small waved to her side and met with her rapist who was also her husband.
The one who married her yesterday in his old custom, taking her hands in his he swore some promises.
He will keep her happy.
He will cherish her.
He will respect her.
He will give her the world.
Will stand by her in good and bad.
He will give her a family... children, love, care...everything.
However he forgot to tell her that he will rape her in their first night.
She gazed at him for a long time, the sunlight dancing on his face was making him look so innocent. Who would have thought that this same man who was looking so innocent in his sleep have raped his newly wedded wife last night.
After destroying her completely he was sleeping in peace.
Clover took it as another sign of his inhumanity. No human sleeps in peace after destroying another human's life.
Her eyes bubbled with tears, he looked like a prince to her at the first glance but he was not a prince. He was a beast who only knows to hurt.
Her lips parted she was about to let out a cry when his brows twitched..a gasp passed clover's and she turned her back to him in hurry. She closed her eyes and fist tight too afraid to look at him.
Her heart raced inside her ribcage in immense fear. By all her might she was controlling herself from shivering.
She felt as he woke up and sat on the bed. The bed creaked with his weight that made her remember the last night when the bed was creaking like an earthquake had come.
For a long minute she did not hear any movement from him, for a second she assumed he had gone or slept again.
Clover was about to open her eyes and turn to look at him when she felt his hand on her shoulder. She turned cold in fear.
His hot breath breezed on her cheeks as he leaned to her.
Clover was afraid by the thought of him forcing her again however what she did not anticipate was him pressing a soft kiss on her cheek.
It was light as a feather, so full of love and affection that could move any woman's heart.
Even with her eyes closed she felt his eyes on her face, it was the depth of his gaze that was piercing her.
She gulped softly as he moved to her forehead and pressed a kiss there as well. This time it was softer.
Clover layed there motionless as he gazed at her for another few minutes before finally breaking his stare and getting out of the bed.
She was about to open her eyes when she heard his calm voice thundering in the room.
"I know you are awake, wife. Be sure to clean my room before I come back after having a shower. I don't like untidiness."
He ordered like she was not his wife but a servant.
Clover opened her eyes when she heard the shutting sound of the door.
With her trembling fingers she touched her forehead and then her cheek where he placed a kiss now but had slapped last night.
A cry finally passed through her lips realizing she was married to the biggest monster. She glanced towards the closed door and then at the dried blood on the mattress.
With all her might she removed the quilt from above her and came down from the bed.
"Oouch," she cried in pain as soon as she stood on her two feet.
The pain was intolerable for her. It was piercing her insides and the dried blood of her thighs were only increasing her disgust to herself.
She turned her eyes again to the room. Now that her senses were more ordered she could smell the scent of sex in the atmosphere. It was too heavy making her dizzy.
Gathering whatever she had left with Clover started cleaning the bed. Not having a thread of cloth on her body made her feel disgusting however the poor girl did not have any courage to get dressed without the permission of her husband.
What if he punishes her for that as well. The thought left her shivering.
Quietly she cleaned the room. First she removed the broken red bangles, then the withered flowers, a few long strands of her hair and then at last the blood stained sheets.
She winced in pain every time she was moving her hand but she could not say anything. Last night she tried to speak and the results were awful.
Suddenly the door of the bathroom opened and Izan entered the room. He only has a towel wrapped around his torso.
Clover stared at him with her blank eyes. He was drying his wet black hair with a small towel. Feeling her gaze he looked at her making her remove her stare from him immediately.
"Good. You are doing what I said," he smiled at her.
Clover kept her silence...like always. Speaking earns her betrayals so it is better to be a quiet emotionless human because no one... literally no one in the world gives a damn about her, not her new husband for sure.
When she did not even look at him he approached her with his dominating steps. Leaning closer to her ears he whispered with a malicious smile,"Was I better?"
Clover stopped the work she was doing in the half way and turned her eyes to him. Her eyes held nothing but confusion.
Izan smirked at her confused face and said rather harshly,"Was I better than your last fuck buddy ?"
His question caught her off guard.
Fuck buddy.
What is that ?
She did not understand a thing he said but she kept quiet.
Not knowing what to answer him back she simply pulled her attention back to her work which was arranging the new bedsheets.
"I am asking you something. Answer me !" he snapped, grabbing her wrist harshly when she did not respond to him.
His hold on her wrist was so tight that the few bangles on her wrist broke and pierced her skin just like last night.
"Oouch," she winced in pain and that was enough for Izan to come out of his animalistic behavior.
He looked down at her bloody wrist and cursed loudly before making her sit on the side of the bed and taking out a first aid kit to treat her wound.
Getting on his knees he wiped the seeping blood of her wound.
"You are such a delicate doll. I remember the day I first saw you. You were looking like the softest drop of dew. I wanted to touch you since then. I wanted to feel how your skin melts underneath my touch,"Izan whispered, all the while his eyes trained on the cut of her wrist as he treated her wound.
Clover was silent as a sea. It was hard to decipher the man in front of her. Last night he almost killed her with his brutality but did not give a damn and now he was on his knees and was taking care of such a small cut with such care.
Was he acting ? Or was he really caring for her ?
Clover's innocent mind was incapable of deciphering anything.
"You look like an angel to me Clover, however in reality you are nothing but a witch!" suddenly the fire ignited in his eyes as he clenched out the words.
Clover flinched as he snapped his angry eyes to her while turning his hold on her wrist tight," I thought you are as pure as driven snow. A perfect virgin who hadn't glanced at the other man before but I was wrong. You are not the innocent pure girl that you look like, instead of that you are a slut. A fucking two rupees slut who opens her legs for anyone with a dick !"
Izan hissed the hurtful words as he tied the bandage on her cut.
Clover was not courageous enough to look at his hateful eyes so she looked down feeling nothing but scared of her husband. He was worse than she was expecting.
"You like whoring around. Don't you ?" a malicious smile curled on his lips as he spoke.
Clover didn't know what to say. Whore is the word which has stayed with her for a long time. She thought she would get rid of this after her marriage but oh how wrong she was.
"You love the taste of man's cock don't you ?" he asked again, however when she didn't respond to him in any way he grabbed her chin in a tight grip and snapped out,"Look at me when I speak to you."
Clover flinched and looked up meeting his angry eyes,"You love to suck a cock don't you?" Izan asked with a devilish smirk holding her chin in a harsh grip.
Clover innocently blinked her eyes. Not understanding half of his words.
Izan's eyes hardened at her confession.
"Good. So you better suck your husband good before performing your duties as the new daughter in law of the aryans."
With that he dropped his towel on the ground and stood naked in front of his wife.
Clover's eyes widened out of fear seeing his swollen cock right in front of her eyes. Her eyes filled with tears, she tried to utter a no, however her words got stuck in her throat.
Gathering her courage she met his gaze and met with the monster in human disguise. He was not smirking like before. The expression on his face was zero and shattered her to the core. He was more than what he showed to the world. He was more than just a monster.
He was worse than any monster.
And an innocent weak angel like her can never win against someone like him.
With the feeling of defeat she closed her eyes shut with shame and opened her chapped lips wide open, ready to take his cock in.
Izan's blood boiled seeing how like a professional she was ready to take his cock in her mouth.
The evil side of him again won and he thrusted in her mouth, without showing her a bit of pity.
He treated her like what she was, a two rupees whore not his truthfully married wife.
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The tip of the pen ran on the white pages, creating some words and then cutting it back.
This book was supposed to be a sweet love story of a girl and boy who fell in love in a very first meeting but the words that Zehra was pouring in the blank paper were making it something tragic.
The heroine was crying while the hero was one step away from his destruction. Both of them were responsible for their own miseries. The togetherness of the two lovers seemed impossible, death was nearer to them than they were to each other.
Zehra failed to understand once again why her story was going against what she once thought.
There was no separation in her story, no hate,no sadness, no death then why her mind is not listening to her and is pouring out such a tragic piece.
"Ahhh !!" she groaned in frustration, tearing another page of the diary and throwing it on the floor.
She gritted her teeth together in anger, it was like a death to a writer when they can not pen down the feelings they once imagined to pen down.
"Be Calm Zehra, be calm," closing her eyes she took some deep breaths as she told herself to calm down.
"You cannot write a single word without a calm mind. So be calm," her lips murmured as she sat on her study table.
However calm was miles away. Her mind was in chaos. A minute she sat idle all the bad thoughts occurred to her racing mind. Her destroyed married life topped that.
For a long time she wanted to break free from this marriage but it was not as easy as someone's think.
Marriage is a sacred bond and not a work of play especially in a world from which she belongs.
Divorce is another name of shame in this world.
Khashiq is dark not because it holds crime and murder. It is dark because it holds cruelty for even the smallest of mistakes. And breaking a holy bond of marriage is a mistake here especially for the people belonging from royal and reputed backgrounds like them.
Zehra vividly remembers the day when one of the women was burned alive along with her unborn child only because the woman wanted to get free from her marriage.
She didn't love her husband as he was unable to give her any time. Her husband was a soldier in the Aryans clan. Since four months he has not met her so the news of her pregnancy was shocking to everyone.
Once interrogated by her husband the woman spilled all her secrets. Loneliness was killing her.
She begged for divorce but it was not an option. It has never been an option in khashiq.
So she did what she found appealing at that time. Cheating.
And her cheating brought her a child and a death.
Zehra shivered when the scene of that day flashed through her mind.
Shaking her head she took a hold of her pen and tried to reapproach her writing again.
However a knock on the door broke her attention.
Turning her gaze to the wall clock she looked at the time.
Ten past four.
He was a little early tonight.
Smiling a bitter smile she got up from the chair and went to open the door.
Zehra breathed in a deep breath and pulled open the door.
He was looking different tonight. His hair was as messy as before but his eyes... they were redder than before.
"Why are your eyes so red? Did you smoke weed ? It's against the Aryans rule. You know that right?" she asked, looking weirdly at Aks. He was looking a bit off tonight.
With hundreds of thoughts running in his mind the great mafia man was in pain but he was not allowed to show it to anyone. The pain was of envy and jealousy. It was the result of feeling jealous from his own brother.
The world of Khashiq was against Izan when he demanded to marry a poor girl who was not from their country. However his little brother did not give up and at the end ended up marrying the girl of his choice.
However Aks, he had no choice and was bound to this namesake of a relationship with a wife like Zehra.
He had said no to this marriage but did the world of Khashiq hear him ? No.
Why ? Only because this fucking Zehra Fatima wanted to marry him and become the royal mistress of the Kingdom of the Aryans and who could terminate the demands of Princess Fatima, the only daughter of the education minister of Tashihada.
The hatred brewed in its purest form in the heart of the devil and slowly he raised his hard disdainful eyes to his so-called life partner.
"Get away from my sight Zehra. I hate you. The ugly sight of yours disgusts me to the core. Stay away from my eyesight or else I will not be able to control myself and might end up doing the same things that I did on our first night," he snarled like a viper and pushed her aside from his way.
Zehra ended up colliding with the door. His push was harsh but it did not hurt her as much as his words did.
The mention of their first night opens up her semi healed scars.
Taking a deep breath she controlled the bubbling tears of her eyes and closed the door shut.
"Even I hate your ugly disdainful sight Aks. The bloody demon lives in every inch of your disgusting skin. I wonder what you will answer to my god on the day of justice. Even my kind almighty will not forgive a leech like you," Zehra snarled, her hands curling in a fist as she controlled herself from cursing him to get the death of an insect.
He had forgotten his humanity but she had not. That is why she was controlling herself till now but only god knows till how many more days she will restrain herself.
She has got power in her words. When she curses someone it definitely comes true if not sooner then later and now the curse is from a broken heart. Zehra did not want to give him a curse but if his words keep pricking her like this then the day is not away where she will pray for his death.
"I do not give a fuck about your fucking god. If the justice day will really come then I will make sure to tell your god that Aks is not a part of the demon. But a demon himself and a demon never seeks forgiveness from anyone," Aks snarled rather proud of whatever he had become.
For a long minute a silence stayed in the room after what he said.
Zehra knew he was high because of weed there is no benefit of saying anything to him now. Tomorrow he will not whisper a word to her and they will be going in their separate ways like always.
Turning around she found him opening up the buttons of his shirt.
The white of his shirt was almost resembling red with the marks of his lover's lipstick. Seeing the kissing marks pricked a needle to her heart but she reminded herself again...Aks is no more hers.
He was someone else's.
Taking off his shirt he threw it somewhere in the room and jumped on the bed.
In a matter of few seconds he was out like a light. His soft snores filled the room.
Zehra stood there like a statue till the sun came out. Her eyes not leaving the sights of hickeys and nail marks on his brown skin.
A woman can tolerate anything but the truth of her husband sharing a bed with another woman.
Cheating is not only a word. It was a battle scar that the person who had been cheated endures all their life. Only Zehra knew how she was enduring everything. No pain equates with the pain of getting cheated.
Walking to the dressing table Zehra stared at her reflection in the mirror.
She could not understand what was lacking in her that was there four years ago but not now.
People say she has not aged a day..she looks the same as looked when she was twenty. Some even say her beauty was tenfolding with her age then why Aks stopped loving her like old times.
She has stopped expecting many things from this marriage. But there are two things that she cannot stop expecting from Aks and this marriage.
First the answer of her question, why he has changed so much and second.... A child.
Her vacant eyes waved to the dairy placed on the dressing table. Opening it she found a few belonging to him and hers.
The first rose he gave her.
The love letters.
The birthday card he made for her.
Turning the yellow pages she at last came to the end and found her old Aks.
The handsome prince of Khashiq who loved her like she was the only reason of him being alive.
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