"You know what's the most romantic thing among us, when I catch you staring at me and you begin looking somewhere else"
"What the hell are you wearing", Rajveer screamed at the top of his lungs whereas, Sana stood frozen at her place in front of the dressing table, she closed her eyes and tried to calm herself as he yelled at her with his cigar in his hand.
"J. Jii", she asked scarcely being perplexed, what he was talking about.
"I said what the hell are you wearing", he screamed turning her around and pointing towards her back to which she scrunched her face up as he placed his hand there.
"Yeh show off karke maa papa ki nazron mein mujhe girana chahti hoon naa tum", he said now digging his nails into her flesh and she gasped as the pain shoot up and his nonsensical talks now makes sense, he was right there are marks of welts which she received from him yesterday.
"Kash mein aisa kar pati", she muttered in her head but she know better and she didn't dared to speak it out in front of him.
"S.. Sorry mein change karke aati hoon", she whispered in a low scared voice.
"Tujhe toh mein bataunga ruk jaa kaha rahi hai", he said with his hands on the strings untying them and pulling the knots off making her backless blouse now fall off from her chest resting down over her waist.
"Pl.. Please c.. Chodh d.. Dijiye", she pleaded placing her hands around her.
"Chize karne se Pehle socha karo ki anzaam kya hoga", saying so he bared her and pushed her to bed.
"M.. Maine jaan ke nahi kiya am sorry please", she tried to plead as she caught him looking at his lit up cigar devilishly.
"Haan jaise Pehle din jaan ke tune ghar valo ko nahi btaya tha ki maine tujhe mara", he said and moved closer towards her.
Sana was laid down at the bed and he hovered over her in a opposite direction as he was standing over there. He placed his hands over her and removed them out as she was trying to hide her Modesty from him. He placed the cigar in her midriff and she shouted at the burning sensation making him place his hand over her mouth.
"Ek awaz matlab doh aur nishan marzi teri hai", he said removing his hand from her and she just obliged closing her eyes as he burnt her skin along with her soul.
"Nooo", Sana shouted as she get up from her sleep with sweat beads covering her forehead and she gasped for air.
She placed an hand over her neck rubbing it as she felt as if she couldn't breathe, as if someone was choking her to death. She looked around and tried to assure herself that she is out of that hell, she's not there in that hell, she's at a better place and the other voice just proved it as she heared her husband calling her, not that bastrard.
"Baby kya hua", he asked in a soft voice as he has woken up with an jerk hearing her scream.
"S.. Sidharthhh", she whispered as if she was in a daze.
"Haan baby", he whispered softly stopping closer to her as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder to pull her to him.
"Sidharthhhh", she sobbed placing her head over his chest.
"Kya hogya meri jaan sshhh", he whispered in a gentle voice while rubbing her back, he don't know why she's crying but he knew he needed to comfort her so he just did that like any other time.
"Kya hogya mere bache ko", he cooed pulling her in his lap and she let him be as she sobbed hysterically.
"Baby bas hogya meri jaan aab tu mujhe dara rahi hai", he said after a while as she continued sobbing still.
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