The Unloved Wife

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 3

I opened the glass door of balcony. A gush of air and cold breeze entered the suffocated space. The cold air freshened my mind. I walked to the railing and started looking down at the road.

It's going to rain in a few minutes. The first rain of the season. I was very excited for the rain but alas I was alone unlike others.

I saw many people down on the road near the park. Few couples with their children. A few young couples holding hands, laughing happily as if their life had no worries.

I spotted a young couple walking outside the park. The girl seemed to be mad at the man who was trying to talk to her but she was ignoring him. He offered her an ice cream which she refused without looking at it. She turned her face to the other side when the men came in front of her.

I sadly chuckled watching them.

Did that girl know how lucky she was? She had a person besides her who cared about her, who was ready to tolerate her tantrums. Indeed, she was lucky.

And I was unlucky. It wasn't hard for me to accept this harsh reality anymore. I had accepted my fate long ago. It didn't hurt much now. What hurt me was his ignorance and cold behavior towards me.

I was busy watching happy faces of people when it started raining. I didn't move back into the lounge. I stayed there and let my body soaked in the rain water.

I closed my eyes. Tried to give away my pain and worries in the rain. A little smile appeared on my face. I felt a little lighter. Nature has ability to take away your pain.

I snapped open my eyes on the doorbell. My eyes fell at Ehan standing at the door.

"Aslamo alaikum!" I smiled at him.

"Walekum salam!" He replied without any warmth in his voice and entered the home.

"What's this?" He asked irritatedly. He hated mess and I had created mess in the whole lounge with water dribbling from my clothes.

"Nothing" I murmured. He will get mad. Why I didn't think it earlier. I should have cleaned it before him if he hadn't came earlier today. It was his mistake not mine.

"Are you mad. Bachi ho kia tum. Sara ghar ganda kar dia" He looked at the water dribbling from my clothes, unhappily.

(Are you a kid. You got the floor dirty)

"I was just enjoying the rain. I will clean it up" I told him gently.

"Are you gonna clean it up now or serve me dinner?" He asked rudely.

"I haven't started making roti's yet. You came earlier today. Give me five minutes I will prepare them" I asked defensively as if it was my mistake that he came earlier today without informing me.

(Tortillas)

"Kyu mujhy tum se pooch ke ghar ana chahie tha?" He threw daggers at me for no reason.

(Why. Should I have asked you before coming back earlier?)

"I didn't mean that" I told him calmly.

"Nahi kehti ho to wapis chala jata hoon. Jab tum kaho gi tab a jaoon ga" He taunted me badly this time.

(No if you say I will leave and only come back when you allow me)

"Nahi" I don't know what's my fault.

(No)

"Ab ijazat liya karoon tum sy?" He was still uttering the same words differently.

(Now should I take permission from you before coming back?)

"Let me change in a minute. I will serve dinner you then" I didn't reply to any of his taunts and rushed inside to change my clothes.

I was changing my clothes when he entered the dressing room and sat down on the chair after glancing my naked legs. He removed his shoes and rose up from the chair.

I turned around and was about to remove my shirt and undergarment to put my nightgown when he held my hands in the middle.

He held me from behind. His arm wrapped around my waist, hand rested on the abdomen above the wet shirt.

He put strands of hair on my back which were covering my neck. Moments later, I felt his warm lips on my cold skin.