• Zahe-Naseeb | زہے نصیب •

20th

Quality time

◦•●◉✿ Mahrunisa ✿◉●•◦

I sigh, looking down at my palm and then at myself in the mirror.

I touch the swollen area just above my lips, as I hisses.

I chuckle as I felt the pain and looks down.

Tears dropping on the dressing table set.

I wipe my tears as the door of our room gets unlocked and a new maid came inside with a tray of food.

She glance at me as I wrap the dupata and look down.

She place the tray on the bed as she first look outside and then close the door behind her.

I look at her confusedly as she stand in front of me.

"Ma'am.. I've also bought some medicine for your face, and please eat properly" she whispers as she start applying cream on my lower face softly.

I look at her, tears still in eyes;" why are you helping me? " I asks as I grabbed her hand gently.

She looks at me and smiles, saying, "I can't bear to see someone as beautiful as you get hurt. It's too much for me. A woman can't be called a woman if she doesn't help another woman." She continues moving her hand in rhythm.

"Say, ma'am... Does Irtaza force you to marry him? If he does, I can help you escape-"

"And what if I tell you that she married me willingly?"

We both freeze as we slowly turn our faces towards the door.

And there stands Irtaza, leaning against the wooden door, hands folded on his broad chest.

His eyes lock onto mine, glaring at me—or rather, into my soul.

The sweet lady quickly places her hand at her side as she looks down.

"S-sorry-" she stammers, but before she can finish her sentence, two guards appear and take her away.

She keeps screaming apologies while Irtaza keeps his eyes fixed on me.

I look down, closing my eyes so tightly that it feels like they could pop out if I were to loosen my grip.

I glance up and saw him start walking towards me.

I step back and walk untill my side bed were to touch my back knees.

I tighten my grip on my dupata and look down.

"I'm sorry.. I didn't ask for her to apply the me-"

"Did I ask? "

I look up as I saw him standing just few inches away from me, still glaring at me.

"I'm sorry... " I mutter, afraid he would again hit me.

A gasp escape from my lips as I felt Irtaza hold my wrist and make me sit on the bed.

I look at him, as he glance at the plate of Biryani with in-famous Raita.

"Eat it.. You haven't eat anything since last night.. " I nods as I shake(ly) takes the spoon and quietly eat the lunch I've been given.

I could still feel his eyes in me but I never question.

How's Yumna doing?