FIFTY

“I think she isn’t sleeping.” Zaroon clicked his tongue from one side as he referred towards the moaning and grunts of two people coming across from one bedroom.

“Well technically they are sleeping. Together.” Muzamil chimed in as I shook my head. I didn’t come here for this drama. Making her admit she did wrong by cheating on her cousin didn’t seem like happening. And thinking that she wasn’t going to admit that easily the torturing her to death was the best thing.

“Just call her mother and catch them red-handed.” Imran suggested as it seemed fair because getting caught by parents and losing your respect in front of them was the worst thing. Losing your families’ respect couldn’t fulfill the respect you get from the outside. The society would never accept you heartily of you are once not eligible for your family’s respect. Even if they respect you, you would still crave for your family.

“Maybe it’s the mother.” Muzamil said as we all cringed at the same time. It could be because we didn’t know whose room was that.

“Let’s hope not.” Zaroon said with a sore face as gently he opened the door so slightly that the people inside wouldn’t be able to notice it was opened as he opened to a sleek rent as we could now hear the voices without any hurdle and we came to know it was definitely wasn’t the mother but the aunt or otherwise everything would be difficult for me. For me because then I would have to deal with Aysham who definitely didn’t have any idea about what was the world about. Because I had seen multiple types of cheatings in my world. There were so many and even the other person and never know that his or her partner was cheating on him his entire life. That’s the most absurd rule of nature. The people who are cheating should be hung publicly I guess or at least they should be punished by there spouses. Why do they die as if they had done nothing in their lives? Cheating was the worst thing. Worse than a murder then why would they receive a respectable funeral where people cry for them too.

“F**k. It’s the cousin.” Muzamil said with a hint of disappointment in his voice as if he was expecting the mother so that he could have a little more drama.

“You can do it slowly. Mother is sleeping after the pills. She wouldn’t wake up even if you scream.” A breathless voice came from inside as it must be Beela giving us the information about how she was betraying her mother too exactly.

“Before we do it so often and now, we have to wait until she is sleep.” The men groanings as if he was dying spoke up. Man, why do you do that. If you are having s*x then do it just. They still have time to discuss about the environment. If I ever do it with Aysham…which I am doing or seeing in my dreams then I definitely wouldn’t have to think or talk about anything else than her. She would be my main center of attention. I was in my thoughts as before they could roam around anywhere else her voice reached my ears.

“Before I had that stupid Aysham, my cousin. To put blame on. I even used to wear her dresses so that if people saw me going out so that they would think I am her by seeing that big chaader(piece of cloth to cover yourself)  she used to wear while going outside.” She said as she seemed disappointed for not having her to put blame on her anymore. Suddenly all the nerves in brain got tensed up as my temple started throbbing. She ruined my girl’s reputation just for her filthy pleasure.

Muzamil and Zaroon must have regretted to come here as they saw my face after hearing all that crap which now, I tried to listen intently.

“Yeah. I know you used to go out with Jameel at night. At first, I thought too it was Aysham but then I saw your face. Seriously everyone was so happy in the neighborhood that those mafia men took her because they all thinks he was some kind of slut. But in reality…”

“I am the slut I know. She could become one too as I have introduced her to many boys but she would just start crying and run away. I mean she must be a call or girl for all those mafia men right now if she wasn’t dead right now.” She was throwing poison from her filthy mouth as I clenched my jaw. I wanted to kill her right now as my eyes turn blood-shot red because of all the anger that rushed in my blood.

“F**k. You never introduced me to her.” The man who had his c**k inside her right now was dreaming of my girl at that time. Everyone besides me was now standing at a side as they let me hear everything even though they could do it too from afar. My blood was boiling at that time as so many scenarios appeared in my mind as how could I kill both of them while making out in bed and then they would be found in that damn situation by the cops and everyone especially her mother who didn’t seem innocent also.

“Don’t tell me you think she is beautiful. She doesn’t even know how to put makeup. All she knows is how to cook and clean our home. She was our maid that’s why we never hired any maid. We got the house help without any money.” Hearing everything besides anger a wave of regret showered on me as I realized how I had treated her. I treated her like she was getting a princess treatment at her home so she would realize how far of a grave mistake her fiancé had done so that he would take her away from me whenever she cried in front of him or her aunt but these didn’t even seem to take care for her. They were just happy to send him to hell which was my world.

“But now she would be doing something new with the mafias.” The man laughed disgustingly as talking about a woman like that showed how much he had respect for them. I hope he had a sister or mother to which he could relate to when the time shows him how much of a big piece of s***t he was.

“But I think they would be happier if they had taken you. You would have given them more pleasure.” The man’s voice came as muffled as I heard my men behind cursing under their breaths. They were all disgusted by what was happing but Zaroon was standing just beside me so that he could stop me from doing anything which I wasn’t going to regret at all but they definitely didn’t want me to do anything right now.

“AH! They missed but I am glad my mother presented Aysham instead of me or otherwise they would have taken me. After all I was the one who was getting married to him. We had the plan to keep her as our maid for the entire life. But now she had something else written on her fate.”

“Besides she had a good heart and she was f**kingly stupid because she thought she was saving you from that mafia.” The man laughed and I took a step behind and then another.

I believed in justice. I’ll give you the same amount of pain and drop exactly the same amount of blood from your body as much as you have done mine and now after realizing what I had done to my girl when she didn’t have any idea what was the actual world all about, I wanted to shoot myself after both of them.

“Take that man to our cell tomorrow. We will deal with the girl and the mother after that.” I said and that was it. They all knew I wanted them to be out of here as they all left leaving me alone.

Everything the moment my eyes laid on her I knew something was off. She was the characterless girl in front of my eyes but the innocent that she had her in her eyes and her action weren’t going alone with that. But I still decided to stick to the facts that we gathered about Jameel’s fiancé.

Anger, regret and helplessness that I couldn’t rewind the time back and do everything right were fueling in my blood at that time. I was f**king one of the strongest mafia men in the world and I missed how innocent my wife was. She was slaughtered by tying to me and I fueled the fire in hatred that my wife was a cheater. She was the most innocent person I had ever met as she wasn’t even made for this world. And now she was tied to my dark world too where she didn’t belong.

I wanted to fire the world in ashes at that time because this world full of darkness and smiles despising sadness didn’t belong to my girl. I messed up but I would mess up the lives of the people who had inflicted even the slight amount of pain to my girl.

Taking in a sharp breath I glanced at the room whose door was closed and the other one was opened showing that one was belonged to the aunt and the other one didn’t seem like it once belonged to my girl. The room didn’t have the slightest of the scent that could show it was her room. Keeping all the pieces together that made the veins in my temple to throb, I walked downstairs directly towards the door of the room beside the stairs.

I opened the door and wave of soothing fragrance hit me as the room was like no one had entered after her departure from here. The room was too small as it was made to be a store room but still, they turned into a bedroom. It had a single bed with an average sized wardrobe at one side. Thinking about how she used to sleep here and how she used to just sit in this room my hands clenched into a fist. This was the longest I had endured my anger surging through my veins. But I knew everything had the right time. A white veil was lying on the bed as I picked it up with my fingers and took to engulf the fragrance. It was her room as they could give her one of the other rooms but they didn’t. They treated the girl that was meant to be my queen like their maid. Now I would show them how to treat those who were meant to be the piece of s***t but living like humans.

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