Made In Hell 2.0

Prologue

Who the hell works late even on some special occasions leaving his beautiful wife at home? Well, yes, my husband Mahir Sehgal does. Jerk!

Sighing, I quickly started placing the plates on dining table, as he might be coming back really soon. And if we couldn't go out then still this is a better way to celebrate our 6 month anniversary, with his favourite food, our favourite black forest cake, champagne and binge watching something?

This morning, just after we woke up, I started scrolling through many date ideas for this day and even made few bookings but then Mahir had to attend some important meetings which he couldn't postpone so we couldn't celebrate. I am not complaining though. Because every damn day is a celebration with him. It's so strange how I never imagined that I would be married with my first love ever and things would be this great. Since college days, I love him, but destiny always had been cruel on me. So this all appears surreal like a dream sometimes. But even if it's a dream I don't want it to end.

With these thoughts in my mind, I got dressed up for the cute little dinner date I have arranged for him. And I went to the living room then and sat on the couch waiting for him.

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I woke up with a jerk when I hear door being banged shut, and looked up only to find Mahir standing there at the door looking longingly at me. Something about his expression was really wierd. His eyes, which were swollen and red were looking at me like something is wrong. I looked up to the clock to find it 2:00 am midnight. Oh my god. I didn't realise when I slept but why is he coming home this late?

As I had my eyes fixed on him, he started taking steps towards me only to stumble when I got a hold of him, but what he did just then made me lose my words in mouth. He jerked my hand away glaring at me with rage filled eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you Mahir?"

I asked only to see him making his way towards the couch while loosening his tie. Is he ignoring me?

"Mahir I am asking what is wrong with you?"

"You are! You are wrong! You made my life wrong! Worse than hell! You get it? It was the most unfortunate day when I married you and I am regretting it now!"

If Mahir's actions were shaking me from inside then his words swept the earth off my feet. I am wrong? I made his life worse than hell? I didn't get to know when my eyes become teary out of nowhere and in a minute I was struggling to even breath properly. I felt my body shaking as soon as his words were registering in my head.

"Mahir? Are you...drunk?", I said noticing the slight slur of his voice while taking a step towards him when he got up to go towards his room. I held his hand only to stop him and spoke in a pleading voice, in breaking voice because I am still thinking that may be this is a nightmare.

"Mahir? What happened? What is wrong? You were good in morning and you even promised me that you will come back soon and we will have dinner together. Mahir, I made your favourite food. I did it all for you. I always do it all for you. I love you!", I was babbling between sobs when he finally turned towards me. I smiled knowing that he loves me too and he turned to comfort me.

But the very next moment made me gasp and flinch back, as he jerked my hand away and went towards the dining table only to sweep everything off table making the crockeries cracked and everything ruined. My heart shattered looking at this but he again came towards me only to hold my hand, and then he started dragging me towards the main door of our penthouse. He then started fidgeting with the lock while I was flabbergasted while just looking at him. This is not Mahir! He just can't be my Mahir. My Mahir, who loves me.

He opened the door finally, and when I was wondering what is he doing, then suddenly he again held my hand and literally dragged me out of penthouse, jerking my hand away and then closing the door shut on my face, before walking away! With tears now flowing uncontrollably from my eyes and my mind being irrational right now, I started banging the door with my full force and calling his name while asking him to open the door, when he didn't. He just didn't. He left leaving me there. Alone. At midnight. I kept on banging the door till I just couldn't. I might have lost the track of time but I know that at least for 1 and a half hour I was just banging the door crying and then I just sat on floor resting myself against the door when my knees gave me.

I just sat there. Numb. Not able to figure out that what just happened. What did I ever do to deserve this? What wrong did I do to Mahir that he did this? Was he abusive right now? Was he too drunk to kick his wife out of their penthouse at midnight? Was he my Mahir? Was he really like this from the start and was fooling me for some motive? And moreover, Where should I go? Right now?

These questions were eating me up, when I realised that before him, I had a life to live and I lived just fine. I was always independent and was never a burden on anyone then how can I question my worth and loose my self respect here waiting for him to come and take me in? No. I won't do that! Thinking this I pushed myself up to stand and started walking towards the light with my mind and body numb. My heart was aching and was pangs of hurt were echoing in my chest. I quickly reach the ground floor and walked out of the building only to get drenched in the pouring rain. My eyes automatically went towards the parking lot only to see his car parked there. The same car, in which we made out every damn time in these 6 months. I automatically looked up towards the window of our room. Our room? No. Mahir's room! And automatically memories started flashing in front of my eyes.

I loved you Mahir. But this part tense in my sentence was speaking a hell alot.

I loved you will all I had. I loved you immensely. I will miss you terribly. But here I let you go lovingly. I let you go Mahir.

With this I literally ran towards the exit and ran, ran, ran drenching in rain until and unless my legs and my mind gave up and I was getting numb and unconscious. I saw two flashing headlights approaching me soon, but before my mind could register what is it, that car, hits me only to make me fall on road with a hot liquid oozing out of my forehead and my eyes started closing. I knew then and there that even If I die today I wont complain. My love left me. And I still love you. See the tragedy of my life. With this thought, unconsciousness took me away from the ability to think.

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I know this prologue wasn't a beginning you all expected! But as I always say, Trust your writer! Because I am sure you all are gonna love this sequel! Stay tuned. And please do vote and leave comments. Honest reviews are appreciated! Just give me love and support and I will try my best not to dissapoint you all!

Thank you.

Your writer,
Pankti!

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