He went for a peace treaty unbeknownst to him that his fate is going to change.Little did he know that he will be tying his other half to someone else...
She was bullied,tortured,ignored by everyone just because she was the concubines daughter.Engag...
The scene in front of me did not hurt me. I did not burn in jealousy but the only feelings I felt was anger, anguish, agony and exasperation. The trend of having many wives was predominant in the west but for some reason it affected me.
My eyes fell on his perfectly toned body which was evenly tanned. I had never seen a naked man before , I immediately lowered my eyes. The dinner on my hands was starting to shake when I heard him say,
"Bhojan talike ke upar rakhdo. Abhi aa hi gayi ho to Purdah khol do aur roshni nimn kar do" (" Keep the dinner on the table , now that you are here why don't you open the curtains and dim the lighting of the room") . He had a sinister smile on his face and his eyes had a fake innocence in it. Humiliation. He knew where to attack. Humiliation is something a woman's ego cannot handle.
I looked at him wide eyed and stared into his eyes. My eyes stuck on the woman who was shamelessly smirking at me. Victory was evident in her eyes as she raised her eyebrows at me. I kept the dinner with a slam on the table and walked as fast as I could towards the Chandra Mahal.
I wish I had not entered the room to give dinner . It was so stupid of me to go in there. I wish I had ignored my mother-in-law's saying once. A slap would have been less painful than the arrow marked on my pride and vanity. Tears of anguish flowed down my cheeks. I never knew that such anger would once eat me up . Entering my room I slammed the door shut. The throb in my head was defeated by the new wound instilled in my heart.
Anger took over my conscience and I slid of all the items kept on the dressing table on to the ground. Bangles broke into pieces and the jewellery fell onto the floor with a clank. I looked at my reflection in the grand mirror kept on the table. My miserable condition enticed me more and I pushed the mirror onto the floor with newly brewed rage. I screamed at the top of my voice and the screams slowly turned into loud sobs. I looked around my room and found the vermilion casket fallen open on the cold ground. For some reason it hurt me to see it all scattered on the ground. I walked through the broken glasses and bangles. My mental agony overpowering the newly cut wounds on my feet.
I sat on the cold ground and started picking up the powdered vermilion from the ground like mad. I did not even know why I was doing this. I was sick. My heart was sick of it. I could not take anymore pressure. I had become devoid of emotion. I knew no pain, no happiness or no sadness. The only thing I always suffered from was depression. Nobody gave me the love I deserved as a child. No body understood my loneliness. The darkness inside of me was eating me up. I desperately wanted to know what happiness was.
I have always known that happiness makes people smile and laugh. I smiled through my misery. I wanted to know what it felt like when You genuinely felt happy. So I started laughing. I laughed till my stomach ached . I smiled till my cheeks hurt. I laughed like a maniac wanting to know what happiness is. Isn't this the biggest misery of my life. I stopped laughing when I felt my tears starting to wash my cheeks like the sea washes away anything on the shore.
My eyes fell on the box of sindoor. I noticed that I had collected almost all of the vermilion from the floor while laughing. My legs did not allow me to wake up. My feet was burning and little movement made it sting. My body was devoid of energy and I did not move from my place.
I changed my sitting position and sat with my back against the cold wall. I looked at the moon through the sieved windows. Moonlight was pouring in through the windows as is it was providing me with sympathy.
I do not need any kind of sympathy. If you can provide me with empathy then I will happily accept it.
I smiled at the moon. The moon hides it scars with its magnificent beauty and silver light. I should learn from it. Hiding all pain and scars within the four walls of my heart and not show it to the world. There will be many who will try to take advantage of it.
There is no more point in crying Noor. forget it , and be prepared for the further-more challenges Allah has prepared for you.
The tears against my cheeks irritated me. I wiped the tears away and looked at my figers. They were red due to the vermilion.
My cheeks must be red right now. Let the red colour hide the tears I have shed today. Let the wounds underneath my feet hide the the pain of the scarred heart. I looked at the moon and closed my eyes.
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I woke up with the streaks of sunlight falling on my face filtered through the sieved windows.
It was a new beginning. Or was it not. The wounds really hurt. It hurts like hell.
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Guys I know this chapter was boring but this leads to a new beginning. The sparks of love develop hare guys. LOVE, LOVE. VOTE
