Light at the end of the tunnel

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Be your own kind of princess that makes a mistakes that gave her wings to fly to her castle in the sky.
_salamatullah

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Farida

My marriage with Azaan was such a privilege one to begin with, he loved and adorned me, he never shouted at me or taunted me until on our third month anniversary. That day was still vivid and real in my eyes and mind, I kept trying to reach his phone but switched off and later on that night he came back home reeking of tobacco smoke and alcohol, I tried talking to him but lamentably  got the worse yet weirdest beating of my life.

At first I attempted to call my parents and told them all about it but I was taken aback by what taheera told me the day khalifa replaced me as Azaan’s bride.

“I know you don’t lament what happened or what you made me go through…and if that’s what you want, then so be it, but I want you to know that neither does Azaan deserve you nor your commitment”

And she was right, but I never knew he would turn into a weirdo monster one night.

I secure all the possible concept in order to calmed him down and talked to him the second time he smoke tobacco cigars in our matrimonial bedroom but he blocked off. That time I thought the right way was for me to remind him of my right as his wife but admittedly I never knew that that day would be the day I would regret being born as his wife, he smashed my head to the wall and had the most brutal sex with me.

I know we shared bed together and made love several times after our marriage, and even on my first night with him I didn’t bleed as much as that day, because he fucked me to the extend that I couldn’t even breath properly nor walk myself up. Infact I even thought that I had asthma that night.

I stood up and walked myself to the bathroom and took my birth. I shaved all my private parts and then washed the soap and stick off, I turned off the water heater and grabbed my towel, running it over my chest.

As I strolled out of the bathroom, the nightstand by my bed is tipped over, well yes we don’t share the same room anymore, I have transferred all my things to the guest room actually. I quickly grabbed my hijab and moved to the living room and saw him sitting on the edge of the couch, his head in one of his hands. He’s looking down at something in his other hand.

Azaan” I whispered enough for him to hear me

Are you okay” I whispered again

He looked up at me and I don’t ever recognize his expression anymore, today he seems upset and furious all at once. I don’t know what’s happing or going to happen because I know to well that today won’t end well.

I released a sorrowful sigh and kept on walking towards him although I was scared and frightened.

He holds up my phone and just looked at me like I should know what’s happening, when I shakes my head in bafflement he set the phone on speaker.

Hello farida? Sorry i just saw your call…what’s wrong with you, are you sick” taheera asked desultorily. To be honest I called her to tell her everything that was going on with me and my marriage but I quickly disconnected the call before it even got connected. I didn’t know she would see the call. Oh Lord I am doomed today.

Fatidah!? Are you there?” he looked at the phone and looked up at me and handed me the phone signing I should talk to her. I cleared my voice so that I won’t sound strange and collected the phone from him

“taheeratu!” I said out loud laughing and she laughed too

“ya kuke(how are you guys doing)”

Wlh klau dinmu. Wato aure yamiki Dadi kin share gida ko( we are doing well. So marriage is sweet that you even ignored home abi)”

I sighed painfully looking doing at Azaan who was sitting in the same spot as before

“Insha Allah zanzo kafin akawo lefen ki( with God grace I will come before your lefe occasion) or maybe during the lefe occasion and spend the night with you guys”

Toh aii lefen next week za’a kawo( they’re bringing it next week?…kin Kira ammi ne? ( Did you call ammi) jiya kuwa saida akayi maganan ki(even yesterday we talked about you)” she said chuckling

“Sha we miss you…sai kinzo toh can’t wait to see you (till you come…can’t wait)”

I missed you too” I said retreating back a glimpse of tears and dropped the call.

 He stood up on his feet and snatched out my phone from me. “so you called home right?” he tightened his fist around the phone “I dare you to call anyone again and you will see what happen next” he hissed and threw the phone to my face

“I am tired…I am fucking tired Azaan. I am your wife not your slave, what have I ever do to you to deserve such treatment ?”

He was about to leave the house but came back took me by the collar of my hijab and dragged me to his dark room, He grabbed my hijab from the collar and teared it up and threw it away. He pushed me down and make me hits my head in the headboard.

I cried, I cried to the protract that I no longer had the strength to cry again. He stared at me silently and then straightened up, taking some few steps towards me, I back myself against the headboard I hit my head not long ago and my breath started to seized.

His hands slides to my waist and cupped my ass with his other hand, he pulled my towel away and drew me against him. His mouth claimed mine and kissed me harshly while he began to ease himself by trying to penetrate inside me. I don’t know what’s gotten into me but I instantly felt the courage and strength to pushed him away and I did, I pushed him away and threw all the cushions from his bed at him.

 I started to screamed for help this time nonetheless he slapped and covered up my mouth with his right hand. His other hand began to slide slowly up my thigh until there is no where left for his hand to go. He slipped his two fingers inside of me roughly, keeping our gaze locked together. And since from then I surrendered, I retreated all my strength back and keep calm, I closed my eyes not wanting to see his awful face and kept praying in my heart, seeking for Allah’s help from this hell.

Two hours later

Argh!” he growled looking at me disgustingly

Make sure you washed the bedsheet before you leave” he stood up naked, slipped on his slippers and matched to the bathroom. He came out after he took his bath and walked back and sat on the table beside the bed.

I don’t want your parents or anyone to know what’s happing here so I will leave you to go see your parents and attend your sister’s wedding” he looked up at me then proceeded

“I am traveling tomorrow so be ready by end of the week maybe Friday or Saturday you will leave to your parents house”

I felt all the happiness that I should be feeling all these while strived through me but still at the same time I felt like he’s abandoning me intentionally.

“When am I supposed to get back home? After the wedding? Or…” he intruded Refusing to let me proceed

“you are just going there because I don’t want them to suspect anything and besides you are attending your sister’s wedding how am I supposed to tell you not to go”

“thank you!” I said emotionally

Well, I don’t know why but whenever he became soft I used to fell in love with him all over again despite all the tortures and taunts.

Oh Lord am running out of caption nowadays. Sha the next chapter awaits you so just slide away😉

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