His Imposed Wife

Chapter No 12

Dear Diary

My life has become a dry spell. I don't know what I want. I am not a moody bitch, neither am I a badass. I was a good girl, so still, I am a good girl. I am tired of playing victim. I know, I know life has led me here, but I don't know one thing, why I could not satisfy this society, not this society, but any society. Maybe I don't belong to any society. I belong to no one. I am me, a person who has got nothing but space in her. A voice in my mind says so, Saliha, no one is responsible for your actions, no one but you. Do I? Whenever I make myself calm by telling myself so, I feel like a rebel, but can slaves be subversive? They do? Here my thoughts got stuck. I don't know what it is, I know what my thoughts are for. I feel like I am under his damn power, I feel like he is snatching me away from my very own self. I, Saliha Roman Ali Gardezi, am not even allowed to keep his name with me. Why does it matter to me? It is because, since the beginning, I have loved him, since the beginning when I never knew what love was. Now he is all mine, just mine. Wait, is he mine? Whenever I hear him talking to her, whoever she is, he smiles, laughs, and even behaves well with her, but with me, he is cold, rude, and arrogant. These days, I am stressed out even more when that animal is after me. I am so afraid of what will happen when Roman discovers that ring with that monster, he will kill me for sure. He is forcing himself on me.

She was writing while sitting on the bed and her emotions were all flowing with the flow of the pen. She was moving against the surface of her diary. Tears were flowing from the corner of her eyes. She wrote in frustration. She was feeling anxious because she did not know what was coming next.

Just then, the door opened with a thud. She looked towards the door instantly, startled.

He was standing there with red eyes. He looked so pissed off. She felt her heart jump.

He walked towards her angrily. She shuts the diary abruptly.

"How dared you?" he asked angrily while stooping on her, towering over her with his great body.

She gulped.

Did he know?

His eyes were all red and angry. She felt her heart beating fast against the cage of her ribs.

"Why have you not come down for dinner?" he asked while clenching every word under his teeth.

Wait, dinner?

"I have sent Maria three times, but you did not come down," he said, angrily.

"I don't want to eat anything," she said, firmly.

"Who asked you what you want?" he asked while looking into her eyes.

Her expression changed instantly.

"What do you mean by that? I don't want to eat, simply," she said, irritated.

"Did I ask what you want?" he asked while putting pressure on his words.

She felt he was getting on her nerves.

"I don't want to eat anything, go and eat," she said. He clenched his teeth.

"You are coming down to eat," he said while grabbing her forearm. He was avoiding her hand intentionally because it was hurt.

"What do you want? Let go of me, I am not coming," she said, but when she looked into his eyes it was clear that he was pissed off now. She hit his nerve.

He held her shoulder and brought her closer. Close enough that she could feel his warm breath on her face.

"Should I remind you who I am? I am your freaking husband, if you dare disobey me or if you put the damn toe of yours out of line. If you do, then trust me. You have no idea what I will do. I will use all my rights on you," he said in a whisper while bringing his lips near to her.

She felt her heart jump, her hand was on his lap and she could feel his warmth.

"Do you want me to?" he asked while moving a bit closer. She tried to push him away, but he was indeed strong.

"You stepped into my life forcefully, and you don't have any idea how much damn force I can apply," he said, and she felt her cheeks burning, she turned tomato red.

"Ro..roman, let me go," she said. He smirked and got up.

"I want you down in the kitchen in ten minutes," he said, and then stormed out of the room.

She was staring at the place he was sitting minutes ago. She could feel the surface of the bed still warm due to her body heat.

She touched her forearm, which was burning, and got up to rush down because he was a man of his word.

The dinette next to the kitchen was adorned with multiple varieties of food, and he was sitting on the chair where he usually sits.

She looked at him from the corner of her eyes. He did not touch the food.

Is he waiting for me?

She sat on the seat far away from him and started putting spaghetti on her plate and started eating. He was looking at her, and then he clenched his teeth and got up.

She looked up with her mouth half open and then holding a fork full of spaghetti in front of her mouth.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I am not hungry," he said.

"But, you have not eaten anything," she said, instantly. He turned towards her.

"But you are," he said coldly and left. She looked at him confused.

Just then, the phone on the table rang. He must have left his phone. She walked towards the phone and grabbed it.

It had written 'Mum' with a heart on it. She answered the call.

"Oh dear Saliha, thank God you have answered the call, this boy will be my early death. He is not picking up my phone. Have you guys eaten anything? I have instructed Maria to make good meals for you two till I am out here," said Eliza.

"Yeah, Mum, we were eating," she said.

"Just make sure dear, he will eat on time. He gets sick when he does not eat properly," said Eliza, worried.

She looked at the food at his side, untouched.

"Don't worry Aunt, I will make sure of it," she said.

"Okay dear, we will be home soon," said Eliza, and then she hung up the phone.

She looked at the table, and then she took a deep breath.

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