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RABYA

Electricity jolted through my body when my lips touched his. His body froze for a moment, not responding before he flinched away from me.

He looked at me in disbelief and stood up from the couch. “I don't want you get physically intimate with me to prove yourself.” He breathed out. “Why it is difficult for you to understand that I—”

He gripped the hair on his neck in frustration. “That day, all you needed to do was to come home with me, Rabya. From the day one, I'm doing all within my capacity to make you comfortable in our marriage. I know that it's nauseating for you to choose a man who's uneducated and ten years older than you  and who belong to this village which humiliated you but we're married. I'm your fuc— husband. I also have some expectations from you and no, they're not only limited to these four walls. I want you to choose me in the crowd, I want you to make me believe that even if you deserve someone better than me, you're still going to choose me. Is it wrong for me to expect this from you? From my wife?”

I slowly shook my head. “No, it's not wrong for you to expect this from me.”

You're expecting the bare minimum from me.

“I'm going to lose my fucking mind. Sometimes it feels like I'm being selfish. Asking you to choose me even after knowing that you were deprived of your choices but I can't— I can't control this burning ache in my heart for you.” He spoke, clenching his jaw.

Please speak, Rabya. Let him know that it's him you're choosing. And it'll always be him you're going to choose.

“You're right that I was deprived of my choices when I was forced to marry you, you're right that you're ten years older than me, you're right that you aren't thoroughly educated and you're right that this village humiliated me but I also have a burning ache in my heart for you, Adhrit.” I said.

My fingers started trembling and I clamped my hands together when his eyes met mine.

Please speak, Rabya.

“You were also deprived of your choices when you chose to marry me just because you empathised with the girl who was blaming herself for her father's death. And I know too that it was nauseating for you to choose a girl who was unnecessarily rude to to you when all you did was to make her comfortable, who lied to you about her past, who removed all her frustration on you by snapping at you even at the things that are not under your control, who left you bleeding to sort out things with the boy she loved, who broke the only memory of your dead mother.” I breathed out.

And after taking a fresh breathe, I continued. “My heart— it.....I'm sorry for that day, Adhrit. My intention was never to hurt you. I'm sorry that I made you feel like this but....I'm really bad when it comes to conveying my emotions. When you said that you're attracted to me, I had butterflies in my belly but I couldn't compose my thoughts into words. That day, somewhere deep down, I wanted to say back that it's not only you but I'm also attracted to you but I couldn't.”

I found his eyes staring straight through my soul.

Come on, Rabya. Please, speak.

“When I was married to you, I had no hope. I thought that you're going to force me to sleep with you on our wedding night. I thought that you'd hit me if I say no to you. I thought that if you ever find out about my past, you're going to throw me out of the house for tainting your reputation. I was bitter about you. But then you told me that you're not going to touch me without my consent, you told me that you don't hit women, you told me that my past don't matter to you, you asked me to sit with you on the breakfast table, you bought books for me, you let me remove my veil when I wasn't comfortable with it, you did so much for me and most of all, you told the world that I was pregnant with your child. You did all this despite coming from the background where men take pride in hitting their wife when they say no to them. It's not that you've done bare minimum by not hitting me or forcing me to sleep with you but it's your personal morals and values that you become the man that you're Adhrit. Your mother was abused, you were also the victim but instead of becoming the monster like your father, you became the son whose mother must be proud if she was looking at you from somewhere. There are so many men in this world carrying the highest degrees and education but still they lack that basic morality which you carry. I respect you both as my husband and as a human. You expect me to choose you in the the crowd. How can I not when I'm proud of you, Adhrit?”