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It's been a full week since that dreadful night—my wedding night. Even though Shahzain and I share the same house and room, we've barely crossed paths in all this time. Just as our encounters have been scarce, so have our conversations.
Each day passed with an unbearable tension hanging in the air, the silence between us growing louder. He'd leave early in the morning and return late at night, making sure our schedules never aligned. At times, I wondered if he was intentionally avoiding me, just as I was him. But truthfully, the distance between us felt safer, easier than facing the reality of our situation.
The few times we did see each other, our exchanges were cold and clipped, polite at best. It was as though we were strangers bound by nothing more than the four walls of our room. Yet, beneath the surface, the unresolved emotions and unspoken words festered, threatening to erupt at any moment.
I knew this silence couldn't last forever. Sooner or later, we'd have to confront what lay between us—the bitterness, the anger, the hurt. But for now, it was as if we both silently agreed to delay that inevitable reckoning.
I stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air brushing against my damp skin as I adjusted my pink kurti, pairing it with white palazzos and a matching dupatta. As I moved toward the dresser, my gaze landed on Shahzain, who had entered the room unnoticed. He was engrossed in his phone, typing away, oblivious to my presence.
But something else caught my attention. A single strand of hair clung to his crisp white shirt—long, dark, unmistakably female. My heart sank.
My eyes shifted from the hair to the faint scent that now filled the room. It wasn't just any fragrance. It was one I knew well, one that used to linger on my skin. Falaq’s perfume. The realization hit me like a storm.
Rage surged through my veins, my fists clenching as I struggled to keep my composure.
I stormed towards him, anger blurring my sights. The moment I was in front of him, I grabbed hold of his collar with my both hands. As I yell, "Are you cheating on me, Shahzain?"
Seems like I took him by surprise, it took him a whole minute to realize what was happening right now. And the moment he did, he loosen my hold on him and pushed me, which had me stumbling back.
"Even if I do, it shouldn't matter. I was forced into this marriage, Sobia." He yells back. "I didn't have a choice. But you had. You shouldn't have agreed to this marriage."
Only if he knew, all my life it wasn't me who got to select the choice. Neither is this one, the most important one in my life.
"I won't tolerate this. Either you leave me or leave her." I stated, anger clouding my senses.
