As I walked out of sikandar mansion, placing the chain of my bag on my shoulder, made my way towards my car before I could open the door a scream escaped from my mouth, my back hit with the back of the door car, I hissed, feeling a burning sensation on my back.
I raised my head upwards to see my husband or should I correct my forced husband glaring at me, like I have committed a sin, what the hell does he mishandle me so much.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I screamed in an attempt to push him away but he placed his hand on my arm, his hold was so tight it might leave a bruise.
"Don't you dare to shout , Kahan thii tum sari raat haan? or kiske sath thi" He asked his voice sharp, and cold, his eye glaring at me, jaw clenched, anger visible on his face, but I didn't felt scared he can try to make me intimidated as much he want but it won't affect me, his eyes were blazing like a fire.
("Where were you whole night and with whom)
I stare at him, yeah I was out whole night not having fun or enjoy the freedom from this caged house, I was working I came back home, at 4 in the morning but he was not in the room and I didn't even bother to check, I am not interested in his life, neither he should be.
That's why when in the morning Bhabhi asked me about him, I didn't know, I came out from my thoughts to see him still waiting for my reply.
"Aur Mein tumhe kya batau? Who the hell are you to question me? That's none of your business" I barked at him back, pushing him with all my strength, anger crept inside me, I could feel the heatness on my cheeks, I glared at him.
(And why should I tell you)
He has no right to question me.
"It is my business, I am your husband, don't forget you are Hala Sufiyaan Sikandar, wife" He replied putting the pressure on each word, and last words in a taunt, as he smirked.
"Just on the Damn piece of paper, don't forget this Marriage is nothing but a deal," I mocked him, folding my arms around my chest and smirking, his face changed its color, he moved closer to me and glared at me.
"Still you are answerable to me, don't forget the contract wife," He reminded me, running his hand through his hair messing them up, his brow still frowned at my answer.
Contract? Really he is bringing that now.
"Excuse me? Where is the Claus in the contact that I have to inform you about my whereabouts" I mocked him greeting my teeth, he chuckled rolling his eyes, placed his both hands on the car beside my head caging me.
I tried to control myself, as my heart accelerated with our closeness, his warm breath fanning on my face, I curled my fist, to stop myself from getting nervous as his brown eyes pinned my dark ones.
"I think you forgotten about the Clause 12 on the third page, that you have to tell me where are you going before leaving this house, so if anyone ask any of us, we should be ready with answers" He said each words as if he had remembered the whole contract, I fumed at him, eyed him angrily.
"I thought you were not interested in my life? Didn't you say that on the wedding night eh?" I taunted him with a forced smile, he scoffed at me.
"Still I'm not, but you are the daughter in law of Sikandar and we have some reputation, this is the only reason, I don't trust you, who know me what you are doing behind my back, with whom you are meeting, by giving this stupid excuse of your job, I also heard the rumors about your past actions, I don't want your mistakes to tainted our reputation, so just protecting my family's name" He replied nonchalantly, throwing insult at my way, I had a sudden urge to kick him where the sun doesn't shine.
But controlling myself I kicked his knees with my heel, he hissed jumping on his one leg, I felt a satisfaction watching him in pain be it a physical pain.
I had sealed the tales of my past, and tried to forget all the suffering and insults I have felt, but he broke me again by reminding me, I think this scar on my character will never fade away.
(Have you lost your brain)
"Dimaag kharab hogaya hai kya" He yelled, rubbing the area where I kicked him, as he was kneeling down near his feet.
"Mere toh nahi but tumhara zaroor ho gaya hai ilaj karao apna" I mocked him for opening the door of my car, trying to ignore his words.
"Tum he kardo, itni badi doctor jo ho" He mocked me for getting up and glaring at me, I scoffed at him, how can he insult my work, I started my car.
"Mein insaanon Ki doctor hoon, janwaron Ki nahi" I responded nonchalantly, closing the door and zooming out from there. I rolled my eyes when I heard him scream.
I stopped my car as I thought about something, and reversed my car, where she was standing, lower down the window.
"Just to protect your so-called reputation, I was at the hospital last night, working and if you don't believe me ask any nurse there, got it" I stated wearing my shades and driving out from there.
Control Hala, it's okay he is a pathetic loser.
This whole freaking drama is getting into my head now, I can't handle him in my life, I am so tired, saying yes for this marriage was a big mistake, when I knew I have to endure this my whole life.
This person didn't even show humanity on our wedding day. How am I supposed to think he will do it now? I still remember the day when I was waiting in his room, after our wedding.
When sufiyaan he walked inside his bedroom room saw me, casually sitting on his bed, I didn't intend to but I was tired I never thought he would get until I saw his fist curled his knuckles turned white, with clenched jaw he paced towards me, i tried to move back.
But I flinched when he grabbed my arm harshly and pushed her on the floor, making me shocked, I never thought I would be expressing this sight of him on the first day itself, but then composing myself I got up with difficulty because of my heavy lehenga.
I can't let him do this, he can't mishandle me, the way he wants.
"How dare you touch me? Don't even dare you think that I'm like those stupid girls who will cry and bear the torches which their husbands do" I yelled furiously taking my anger out, which I had built inside me for a while now, my eyes turned red, but glared at her.
"Torcher?" He chuckled "I haven't even started yet wife, you will regret saying yes to this marriage, don't be so happy, this will be nothing but a hell for you" He screamed, grabbing her my arms, his hold was so tight that it left finger marks on my skin, his touch burned my skin, like a hot flame.
But I didn't keep my mouth shut.
"Toh kyun kii mujhse shaadi mana kar dete na, apne baap ko na bolne ki himmat nai thii, you bloody animal" I yelled, pushing him with all her strength, he could have denied, I was forced but not him, why did he even married to me then.
(Then you could have refused the married, didn't have guts to say no to your father)
"Apni bakwas band karo or Dafa of mere kamre se" He said in a cold tone pointing at the door, I stared at him in surprise, she looked at the clock it was 2 in the night, he was throwing me out.
(Shut up your nonsense and get out from my room)
Bloody bastard.
"What do you mean? Main Kahan jaungii, Itni raat mein Sufiyaan"
(Where will go, in this late night)
"Jhanum mein jao par mere nazron se gayab hojao abhi" He gritted his teeth, held my wrist and pushed me out of the room, making me shocked, he didn't even stare at me, closed the door on my face.
(Go to hell, but vanish from my eyes right now)
I hate him. I hate him so much with that bottom of my heart.
That night I knew we could never be a normal couple, yes I was forced into this marriage but after I said " qubool hai" I thought to give it a chance, what if he is different he might understand my situation.
But again destiny played its Role, reminding me I can't be happy, I have to live a messed full life, and it's been months since there is nothing changed in our relationship.
He insults me, I do it back.
He gets angry at me, I do the same with him.
The only thing that changed is that I get to live in his room, but none of us sleep together. He sleeps on the balcony and I inside the room.
We are nothing but strangers living under the same roof.
His family is nice, they never mistreated me, but I can't let them come inside the wall that I have created myself, I can't handle more broken relationships.
So I don't get too comfortable with them, I do my work, pretend to be a wife, when we are together at a family gathering, the person who I feel won't judge me or hurt me is Aairah Bhabhi.
She was the one who let me stay with her that night and never told anybody, she made me comfortable around this house, she gained my trust. I don't know what she said to sufiyaan that he got agreed to let me stay with him in his room,
Even Sufiyaan respects her, listens to her and so does the whole family, I mean how she can be happy all the time, by doing all these types of work his this family, all the responsibilities she's handling like a pro, from morning to evening running around them, forgetting her own life.
How can a person do that?
Even though they love her too, sometimes I want to be like her, like the person who keeps everyone together, I wish to have a life like her sometimes, where I get the love of the family where my husband supports me, and cares for me.
But it's not in my hands I guess.
I saw my hospital near where I work, I checked the time and I was already a bit late, quickly coming out of the car, I handed my car keys to my wallet, and ran inside, wearing my lap coat.
At Least there is some place where I can be myself, forgetting all the problems in my life, I enjoy doing my work, having a cup of coffee alone inside the canteen, seeing the happy faces of the person, when they get to know their loved ones are surviving.
"Doctor you are late today" I raised my head at the mocked voice of my colleague, I scoffed at her presence only her problem here, my so close cousin "Maria Ahmed" always behind me, annoy me so much.
Nowadays taunting me too much, because she thinks I have snatched the love of her life from her, my so-called husband, whom she had a crush on since her college days but my father received their proposal, or should I say they made a deal.
My marriage is nothing but a deal, My parents chose money over their daughter's happiness.
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