Zara Al Ahmad was six when she lost the firmness of the impetus with which she was living. The reign of her power belonged to Aariz Ahmad. The drawing blood bath was waiting at the threshold of her edge. After a wait of twenty-two years, her greed f...
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T/W: Mention of domestic abuse
A/N:One out of four women faces domestic violence in their marriage courtship. It's not always her husband, it might be a relative, her father-in-law or even a neighbour or her family friend. The abuse might be physical, emotional or sexual. In a healthy relationship, the emotions are disciplined. Be brave and if your partner/boyfriend is crossing the edge draw the line at first instance. Because you have no idea, today it was scream and curse, tomorrow hitting and next knocking out breath. The scene unfolded in this chapter is a glimpse into how women are believed to be less human.
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Women are in debt of sin, wrath, beauty and pain. Imprisoned in innocence, they pay for each loss by replacing each layer of epidermis in case of charity, freebie. The color down the skin of eyes filled with tragedy while the color in irises gleams with illusion, illusion to be heard and waft off demons. Illusion of dreams.
When Shiqa confronted the family in the absence of Zara, she never knew she had to pay the price with another slit on her wound. Had you seen weed used for decoration as an indoor plant, not even in consciousness to water or provide sunlight. To forget and abandon. "Inayat, I beg you, please bare Zara off your hatred, she is not at fault. What will you achieve by degrading her in front of the world? The only mistake she had committed was to be kind and help another woman's dignity." But what Shiqa never knew was that fettered hands have no mobility.
"How about you blame your husband for your convenience and not someone who is a mannequin to perform according to the wishes of their owner."
Inayat asked. She despised being alleged for crimes she hasn't commit ted. Agreed, she wasn't expressive but how could Shiqa and Aahil conclude she was a keeled sinner. She might hate Zara, but she wasn't a cruel human to demean a woman in front of the world. She wanted the throne not to build the kingdom of blood.
While Inayat left for the day, Shiqa erranded to fetch for callous hostility towards Zara. Her steps fast paced towards the room, while tongue rebelling with excruciating suffocation of year, but as if those word upended the moment the weight of the room, the weight of her womb once carried his child, the weight of his manipulated lies and fingers running on her skin burden her, she stopped.
Convulsive to her thought, her feet suffered the greed of her illusion, an illusion where lips were kind for her body to rage the war.
"Aap ke saath ke bina toh hum mar hi jaye" Rizvan smile quelled her battle, replacing the weapon with acceptance of suppression.
Translation: Without your support, I would have perished.
"She is not at fault, Rizwan" How can she escape the amalgam of her heart split in the sea of mother and drops in it filled with a wife's love. Love that left her aberrant.
