chapter 33

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For the following week he tried to restrain himself from facing her. He came home late at night, when she would be sleeping and only sneaked into the room to change his clothes. He slept in his study room, tried to keep himself busy in his office work. But it was provoking him that she also did not try to make a effort to see him. She also tried to be away from him as possible.
She didn't even joined him for breakfast, although it was the only time when they had to face each other. Rather she didn't even spoke a word with him. It felt like it was what she wanted a long time ago.

In frustration, he starting seeing his girls at the hotel and even started drinking too much. He wanted her attention but leaving her on her own only parted their ways. She was not into him anymore regarding any thing.
She didn't even ask him for a penny since she arrived. Even though she did not bought anything with herself since the day she married him.

He was clearly devastated that she don't even need anything to ask him for. They both were like strangers living under the same roof.

Ayeleen on other side was thinking about something else in her mind. She was although shocked by his behavior but was also very thankful for it. His existence was uncomfortable for her and it was not something she liked. She wanted to divorce him but she didn't know how to escape him. The only idea which kept coming to her mind was to look for a job first.
Gladly during this week, she found a job at small hospital who needed fresh graduates.
She instantly applied for it and was waiting for their reply.
Now their was only one barrier which she needed to cross and that was asking him for permission.

It was Sunday and still he was not at home. She looked continuously out of the window, expecting his car to appear through the large gates. But there was no sign.
It was already 8 in the evening and she was tired of waiting for him. She wanted to talk to him tonight and make a final decision for herself. It was the first step towards her freedom.
Her anxiety was on another level and she was feeling very nervous. It felt like the largest barrier to come across. She knew that he will deny her at the first instant, but still she was hopeful that she may persuade him too.
But she didn't know how to convince him.
And that's when her brain worked. What does he wants from her?

Your body, her instincts replied.

And it made her shiver all over. Will she really have to play dirty just for something in return.
It's not dirty, he's your husband after all. And what's wrong to play with him in his ways? Her instincts replied her back.
For the sake of her freedom, she will need to do it.
She put up her mind to it with great difficulty. It was a difficult task to do. Luring him for her profit, it was not easy and most of all she felt disgusted with herself for doing it. But after all it was the only way.

Feeling hungry she got up from the window side and and went downstairs to eat something.
It was 9 pm now and he was still nowhere.

She made herself instant noodles and started eating. They didn't even tasted with a large worry on her mind.
She completed her dinner in silence and was sipping on her water when she heard the main door swung open.

She saw Umer drunk, coming inside losing his balance time to time. But it's not what surprised her. Someone was behind him, clinging on his arm, trying to give him support.

She was a brunette, with luscious body and perfect curves. Her tight mini dress made her look like almost naked. She didn't looked more than a prostitute.
But her beauty was the one to admire.
Ayleen looked at her in amazement. Who is she? And what is she doing here? Questions after questions kept popping up in her little mind.

She was mesmerized for a moment, that how pretty she was but than it faded away and her slutty appearance hovered over her mind.

But what is she doing here with Umer? It was the important question right now.

Froze at her place, they approached her first. With half opened eyes Umer lifted his face to look at her.
Their eyes met for a moment. She was shocked confused, surprised at the moment while his eyes held humor, mockery.
He smirked at Ayleen and pulled that woman closer to him by placing his hand on her waist.

Now everything started to come in place as her mind processed his calculative expressions.

"She is my wife I told you about" he said in husky voice to the woman beside him.

"I see, she is not that pretty" she commented.

"Hmm I know that's why I brought you here" he said while placing a sticky kiss on her red painted lips. She chuckled like a kid.

"I don't think I can control now babe, let's go to our room" he said while nuzzling into her neck while she laughed like crazy.

Tears welled up in her red, swollen eyes. This was the most humiliation she ever got. It was disgusting to see her so called husband making comments on her appearance and most of all bringing prostitutes at home. And he not felt even a bit of shame in doing that.

How many times he will prove himself as a disgusting man?

Since they met he gave her enough reasons to hate him.

He passed her a other glance of mockery and they started to take slow steps towards their room, which was located opposite to his study. He didn't took her upstairs which surprised her but it did not least the pain he caused her.
It was not jealousy she felt, it was the humiliation, disgrace she got.

She sat on the chair behind her and started crying like a child with hiccups.

Why her life is a mess?

But the determination to go away grew stronger inside her now.
She wiped her tears and told herself, why to cry for a man she is going to leave soon?

She got up from chair and headed towards her room. Passing by their room her ears felt dirty to hear the moans of that woman.
She knew he will never change. Every passing day, he gives her new reasons to despise him.

She took quick steps towards her room and closed the door shut.
The next day was a work day for him and she was worried that he will come home late too. She will not be able to talk to him again.

But the recent incident hovered over her mind like a thick fog. What did she ever do to deserve this?

She didn't knew what she will do now. She wanted to leave him but what then? Where she will go? If she run back to Pakistan where she will live? Even her passport was under his custody. She didn't even got to see her passport since she arrived in Dubai. And what about Yahya?
She wanted to meet him once before she go back to Pakistan.

And if she ever go back, what if he find her again and forced her to come here again?

What about her family? What will be their reaction when they will get to know that she ran away?

So many questions......

But no answer to them.....

Her mind was trying to solve riddle after riddle but was enable to.

Is she being a coward by running away?

That's what provoked her.
Maybe she should give more time to this marriage, try to love him. Maybe he will change.

But how? When he is already fucking another woman downstairs.

But Ayleen if you know you are the one who deny him Everytime he comes close to you. Her subconscious reminded her.

But one thing she was sure of that she needs to meet Yahya before she goes back to Pakistan. She don't know how but it was the first thing on her mind. They need to talk, clear all the misunderstandings and if there was any chance she wanted to get back to him. That's what she only desired, to start a new life.

But being stuck with Umer didn't let her do anything. Everything was getting worse day by day with him. There was no possiblity now but she don't know what inside still convinced to her to give him another chance maybe he will change himself, she will try to convince him for kids. Maybe after they will start a family, everything will get in place.

All night she couldn't sleep with fear that there was a stranger in their home. What if she rob them and run away? Her little mind kept thinking of the worst possibilities and didn't let her sleep.

She wanted to kill that woman and hit Umer hard in the face, so he can get some senses. He was being a real jerk by getting drunk and bringing his whores home. She was not feeling jealous but hurt.

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