Making all the wrong choices they ever had,
to end up being Royally Trapped.
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❛ Why are you acting this way? ❜
❛ I feel infuriated.❜
❛ And why is that so? ❜
❛ Because I can't figure out if I should scream at you or have you screaming for me.❜
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"Why are we here? If you wanted to kill me, I would have preferred a less torturous method."
The words leave in a hefty pant as my wife does nothing but snicker at my comment. She tightens her grip on my right hand as she pushes me through the crowd.
The sun's shining so brightly over our heads, sucking directly our souls. The place is humid and musty, there's so much of dust in the air which bothers my breathing.
It was our second last day in her hometown, after that night when Noor finally let all her inhibitions out and went to confront those house helps.
They were so shocked when my wife barged in there and asked them to leave all their work and assemble in the hall. They followed quietly, eyes widened as headlights.
She made them stand in a line, hearing the commotions, her entire family had also come down. I had seen her falter, the confidence in her threatening to shake when she noticed her father and grandmother but that's when I stepped in. I looked at her, while she blinked her eyes at me—conveying how uneasy she was feeling.
I could have gone to her, held her hand and supported her but I wanted her to do this alone. I wanted her to break free—in all the ways possible. I wanted her to finally let go.
I mouthed, "Do it." I still remember the sigh she had exhaled after my words, closed her eyes and opened them. I can still reel that moment in my head, her orbs were flaring. There was something new.
She had stood before them, hands on her waist when she asked them, "What's wrong with my outfit? Go ahead, tell me." She looked at them pointedly and asked each and every one. Waited for their response.
They hadn't expected her to reiterate, that's how people are. They are the most confident in spewing discouraging words at someone, wanting to pull them down but the moment they are put on a platform and questioned, they turn fragile. So frightened and weak.
