My husband hates me

Chapter 5

Warning: Contains triggering content, you might want to skip it.

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I sat in the bathroom, staring at the large bundle of clothes. I wasn't tasked to wash these clothes; there were enough maids. I was just bored out of my mind. I didn't know what to do since I had no electronic device anymore. It was back to how I had grown up, thankfully, this wasn't new for me. But it still affected me as nobody here talked to me. In my home, my mother, cousins, and aunts would all gather around each other and narrate fairytales.

They would be stories filled with colors, good people, and magic. With a protagonist whose life shifts from black and white to colour. Movies in my childhood were all about happiness, love, and family. The characters would break out into songs, and some of them I still remember.

As I scrubbed the clothes, I sang the lyrics, the lyrics that once sparked me with hope made me feel lonely again.

"Some day my prince will come, some day we'll meet again," I sang softly, my voice echoing in the bathroom as I scrubbed the clothes. The lyrics of the old Disney song had always been a source of comfort and hope for me, but now they seemed like a distant dream.

I longed for the fairy tales of my childhood, where love and happiness prevailed, where characters overcame their trials and found their "happily ever after." Here, in this unfamiliar place, happiness felt like a foreign concept.

"Some day when spring is here," I continued, my voice trembling slightly, "we'll find our love anew." The words held a bittersweet reminder of the love stories I used to believe in. But in this reality, love was a distant and complicated notion.

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She wanders to the beautiful third floor, which she hasn't explored yet. So setting her headscarf she went up the stairs, her footsteps light, but the chanak of payals on her ankle made a sound. There was light in the darkness, she felt warm, the wood floor cool under her legs as she saw the five rooms. Three on one side and the other two in between.

It was clean, and she saw light coming out from one of them.  Grasping her courage she went in, the door opened, and she had expected to come across a room. But , in contrast, it was a completely different scene. There was a  a view of the beautiful lake, on the large balcony.

She could hear the sound, and there was a stair that went down, she realised it was to dive in. She knew how to swim, it was noon, and Saad wouldn't arrive until evening. Excitement bubbled in her as she went down, and sat on the last edge. Her legs were immersed in the water as her mind shut down. She felt the peace as she heard the sound of waves.

A stream of water passed and she relaxed completely, feeling the stress, the sadness everything being washed away by the water. The fresh scent and nature's lullaby lulled her to sleep. She felt like she was being carried away, as if she was a part of the lake. When her eyes opened it was dark, her legs felt numb. The skin became rubbery soft as it had been hours since she fell asleep, getting up she quickly walked up, she had no idea what time it was but looking at the postion of the moon she could guess it was around seven. Saad had arrived, she ran downstairs to the second floor and found her room door open. He was inside, her eyes widened as her nerves got the best of her. He could be angry, he could harm her. She felt the earlier calm dissolve as the anxiety kicked in, Seher started biting her nails as she tried to calm herself down.  He could kill her, that's the worst case.

And suddenly she wasn't scared , Seher realised she wasn't scared of death. But the misery, and the more she extended it, the more harder her life got. Her life was a prison, her goals didn't matter, she had intended to be a lecturer, to marry a good man. Not a prince charming but a man who loved her. She got the prince the castle, but not the love.