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𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮.T H I R D P E R S O N
"Always remember that you are the only person who will maintain the respect of Hamza. Whatever he says to you, you can only share it if it's appropriate because you have to maintain his respect."
Her mother's words rang in her ears. Mehrish let out a shaky breath waiting for him in the room filled with rosy fragrance. She was waiting for her husband. The one she had always had a crush on is her husband now. Thanking Allah continuously, she smiled to herself and looked up when the door opened.
There he was. The silhouette of Hamza made her more nervous than ever. She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers.
"Assalamu alaikum!" He greeted her. His voice made her snap at him and she reciprocated his greeting,
"Walaikum Assalam!"
She looked down at her hands again as blood rushed to her cheeks. She glanced up again when she heard a sound of a door closing. Hamza had left to the bathroom without saying anything further.
"Weird," Mehrish mumbled to herself. She sat there silently to thinking about how he had left for the washroom without saying anything.
Hamza came out after a few minutes and had changed into his nightclothes. Striding towards the other side of the bed, he laid down. Mehrish noticed all his actions with knitted brows.
"Will you be sitting like this all night with that heavy piece of cloth you are wearing?" He glared furiously.
"Go and change. Stop dreaming things stupidly," He continued jerking off the pillow she had her hands on.
Silent tears rolled down her soft cheeks. The man she liked her whole life and had a crush on for years was behaving as if she is his enemy, not his wife."What's wrong Hamza? Why are you talking like that?"
He got up and came towards her side. Grabbing her arm, he made her look at him by clenching her jaw with his left hand. A rude behaviour she never expected he would do.
"You know what's wrong? Everything is wrong Mehrish! Everything is! Your whole family is wrong!"
He yelled at the top of his voice making sure she shivered under him. He glared at her like a predator would on his prey. She was sure that there will be bruises forming in her arms as he held her tighter with each second. Pressing it and relieving all his anger on the poor girl.
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Realm of Love [Short Love Stories]
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