Fiza ( Abusive husband Survivor )

Chapter 3

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Fiza was sitting in between two women from the last two hours in the back of a car. What she knew was none of the people in the car was her husband. The driver was someone her in-laws had booked the car from. And, the person sitting in the front was named Asif. He had introduced himself as her husband's brother-in-law.

"Parveen? I have to say your brother is so lucky. This is the third time he is marrying. But still got an eighteen-year-old bride?" The words came from the woman sitting to her right but pierced Fiza's heart. Fiza remained still all the while biting her lip. She closed her eyes and let the tears burn her cheeks. She wonders if she was such a huge burden. Her face was hidden under a red silky veil.

"I told you I didn't know she was this young. Asif said she is a divorced woman." Parveen replied making her husband Asif look at his back to explain. "My friend works in her brother's office. He had told them about Kamran wanting a wife. His brother said they wanted to marry off their divorced sister soon because at any time her mother will die. She wanted to see her daughter settled."

"Yea, but didn't you ask for the girl's age? How will she ever manage with Kamran? What if she ran away?" The woman at the right asked but Parveen huffed. "When they said divorced and childless I expected a woman in her twenties or thirties. I thought she should have gotten a divorce because she is barren. Have you seen girls getting divorced at eighteen? Who knows what she did?" Parveen said the last words rather lowly but everyone in the car heard it anyway.

Silence ruled the car afterwards while Asif coughed a little before starting. "Ask your brother to send more for this month. If she is going to live with us for a time. He has to send the budget for her."

"You don't worry about it. I will make the whole list. And, you?..." Parveen called for Fiza's attention. "...look, we aren't unfair. Whatever will be spent on you is in front of your eyes. I am going to add the rent for this car too, ok?" When Fiza didn't respond Rubina asked, "Is she deaf or mute?"

"Fiza? Say something?" Parveen shook Fiza's arm who was quick to nod. "I am...I am listening." Fiza's voice came but was followed by a few whimpers. "Look at her now. Is she still going to cry over leaving her family? You should be happy that you have gotten married. Or who marries a divorced girl? Also, listen to me carefully. My brother got a bad temper. You can't cry in front of him."

"And, you think you are helping her. Leave the innocent girl." Asif cut her off.

"Look at me, Asif! If she is going to live at my place she will have to follow my rules. What if she ran away? Once I send her to Kamran only then I can sleep in peace. And, I better not find you standing anywhere close to her. Do you hear me?"

"Shut up, Parveen. Look at us. We have company right now." Asif told his wife.

Their car was stopped in a village house. Everyone was groaning in pain for sitting for so long. Parveen took her to a room and told her. "My kids sleep in this room. Until your Visa isn't arranged you will live here with my kids."

"Visa?" Fiza asked.

"Didn't your family tell you? Kamran doesn't live here. He lives in the US. He left India twenty-seven years ago. He didn't even come to his parent's funeral. I wonder why I am still in contact with him. Let alone finding a bride for him..." Parveen started leaving all the while talking to herself quite audibly. "...I don't know why he wanted a bride from India this time. He should have gotten married to some white woman again."

Parveen left her in a very small room where two small beds had a girl and a boy aged around seven or eight. Fiza sat beside her suitcase and wonders what she was to do. She wonders if her siblings even knew that they were marrying her off to someone who lives in the US. She looked around the small room that was surely not painted for ages now.