The Unloved Wife

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 4

Eid Mubarak💞

I flinched when he bit my skin. He sucked on my skin, soothed it with his tongue and lips. He behaved like he didn't hurt me, he didn't snap at me.

I was hurt that he didn't even apologize but then I remembered he never did that before. I wasn't someone he would apologize to.

I stood still with closed eyes.

My body reacted to his sweet torture forgetting that a few minutes ago he humiliated me, argued with me simply for nothing.

Disrespected me.

Hurt my feelings.

His one hand traveled between my legs and other grasped my bosom. I clenched my hands unable to control the hurtful thoughts erupting in my mind.

He moved back and removed my shirt swiftly. I put my hands in air to help him. I had always given myself to him whenever he wanted in hope that one day he would get attached to me and give us a proper chance to be happy and content but never in two years it happened.

He unhooked my bra and turned me around. Now, I was standing in front of him bare. He himself was fully clothed. I felt as if I am just a piece of meat for him.

He grasped my hair from the back and arched my face. He slammed his lips to mine and ate my mouth roughly as if he was releasing every bit of frustration of his body on mine.

He pushed me on the dresser. His intense gaze was fixed on me. He undid his belt, staring into my soul.

His eyes were red, held a thousands kind of emotions which were unreadable. I couldn't get access to his heart even after two years of living with him.

I was thinking about my loss more than often these days.

A moment later, he grasped my arms, turned me around, my back faced him. He arched my body to his ease and thrusted into me mercilessly. I winced in pain at the friction. He didn't even make me ready for him.

He pounded into me roughly. Used my body considering that I am inhumane, I don't have feeling. I am just a body that he can use for his pleasure. This thought pierced through my heart like a knife.

I wasn't a human.

I wasn't his wife.

I was just a body.

I think he wasn't wrong to think like that I was indeed dead inside. I was breathing but my heart was dead since the day I came to know about the reality of my marriage.

I let the tears roll down my cheeks. He couldn't see my face otherwise he would have made a scene out of it too. I let him bruise my already bruised heart.

He released into me with a loud groan. He instantly removed his hands from body and moved back.

"Make me dinner" He ordered and disappeared into the bathroom.

I stood there alone being a mess, naked and hurt. He didn't care about me at all. I started crying silently.

I put on my clothes and went to make dinner for him as I wasn't a companion of him. I was just a useable thing who was there to full his needs.

He came back after taking shower, dressed in his night suit. He looked calm and composed unlike the moment he entered the home tonight. He must be feeling better after releasing his frustration at me.

"Khana bohat acha bana hy aj" He complimented after taking a morsel of daal and roti.

(Food is tasty today)

I didn't say anything. I never said anything. Even when I tried to speak up I was silenced harshly.

Is silence my mistake, my choice or just a compulsion?