"you said forever?!" she said.
"yeah, but I was wrong, it ends now, here." he replied, flinging the gifts at her face.
Maria hasn't had the best luck in her love life and now thinks love is just something stupid and made up.
But what will happen wh...
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My mum stood there, glaring at me.
"Mumma! It really wasn't my fault! It was MY mendhi! Couldn't I dance?" I told my mum.
"You're married now! Think of what your in laws will think!" my mum said, shouting at me.
"I've never cares what anyone's thought about me and I'm not going to think about it now - not if it's going to make me upset." I said, all my fear gone.
"That's your problem Maria. You need to stop this carelessness. It doesn't look good for us and soon, for your in laws." she said.
"But mumma! That's not right! I'm not going to let them control me!" I said. " You're the one who taught me to be independent!"
"Yes, and now I'm realising that it was my mistake. I have you too much freedom! But you need to change now! This isn't how girls behave." my mum said.
"I don't care how people think girls should behave! I will do what I want!" I shouted, getting fed up.
"MARIA!" my mum shouted at me and raised her hand, before landing a slap on my face.
I gasped. "You slapped me."
My mum, her face red. Anger painted all over her face. She glared at me, before cussing me in punjabi.
"I'm not having this." I said, and stormed up to my room, before locking the door.
How did my mum think she could slap me, after she was the one who taught me to be independent?
Tears began to stream down my cheeks. This was not fair. I had let myself become reliant on their love and their kindness. I had let myself become so weak.
Then, my phone rang. I quickly picked it up and looked at the caller. It was Zayn. Now, what did this guy want?
I let the phone ring, not answering it. I thought that would be enough for him, but he rang me again.
Getting fed up, I answered the call.
"Why does it take you so long to answer a call?" he said.
I didn't respond. I really couldn't be bothered with anything. My heart had been shattered.
"Hello? Maria?" he asked me.
I didn't respond.
"Maria?" he asked, his voice more impatient. "Hello?"
Finally, I responded.
"I'm here." I said, my voice still not like normal.
"What happened?" he asked me, concerned.
"I'm fine." I said, mentally making a note to try and hide my emotions better.
