Zindagi ka Raaz

17

I clenched my fist and threw a tight punch at his face, my knuckles connecting with a satisfying crunch. His head snapped back, and he stumbled backward, gasping in pain.

I quickly grabbed his collar, my fingers digging deep into the fabric as I pulled him closer.

"SHE IS MY WIFE," I growled, my voice low and menacing, loud enough for him to hear but not so loud that it would echo through the empty space.

He looked up at me, a smirk spreading across his face despite the pain and shock.

"Ahh, so, she is your... what... a wife?" He drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm, his tone mocking. "Huh. What a joke."

I felt a surge of anger at his words, but I kept my cool, my grip on his collar never wavering.

"You have no right to talk about her like that," I snarled, my voice barely above a whisper, my words trembling with rage.

He chuckled, a dry, mirthless sound.

"Oh, I have every right. You're are just making things in mind. It's almost... cute." He said with a smirk.

My grip on his collar tightened, my anger boiling over.

"You need to shut up," I growled.

"If I don't do..." he was saying and I was about to punch him again, when.

"Saaaaaadddddd" she screamed.

She quickly grabbed my hands, pulling them away from the person's face.

"Are you out of your mind?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with worry. "What if he had done something to you?"

As she spoke, she grasped my arm, which was injured, and I winced in pain. But I didn't care. I was too angry.

The person smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Oh, what a scene. Everyone should know this. That a girl, whose name is Uswa, who was a religious one, got herself a so-called boyfriend." He said

My anger surged again, and I took a step forward, my fists clenched.

"I TOLD YOU I AM NOT HER BOYFRIEND. I AM HER HUSBAND," I shouted.

But Uswa stopped me again, her hands on my chest.

"Saad, let's leave," she said, her voice calm and soothing.

But I was beyond reason.

"No, Uswa. He put his finger on your character. I am not going to leave him," I said, my eyes fixed on the person, my anger burning brighter than ever.

Uswa's grip on my arm tightened.

"Saad, please. Let's just go," Uswa said, tugging on my arm.

But I shook her off, my mind fixed on confronting the person who had disrespected her.

"I am warning you, stay away from her!" I said, my voice firm.

Uswa's grip on my arm tightened. "Saad, stop. This isn't worth it."

But I was beyond reason. I held Uswa's hand and pulled her away from the there, my eyes still fixed on the person I had just confronted.

We walked to the parking lot in silence. When we reached the car, I released Uswa's hand and turned to face her.

"Are you out of your mind?" she exclaimed, her eyes flashing with anger. "What was that all about?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Please, Uswa. Just get in the car."

But she stood her ground, her arms crossed. "I'm not moving until you explain what just happened."

I sighed and rubbed my injured arm, wincing in pain. "Just get in the car, Uswa."

But instead of getting in, she came to my side and opened the car door. "Give me the keys," she said, her voice firm. "I'll drive. Your arm is injured."

I looked at her in confusion. "What? No, I can drive."

But she stood her ground, her hand held out expectantly. "Saad, don't be ridiculous. You can barely move your arm. Give me the keys."

I hesitated for a moment before handing over the keys. She took them and got into the driver's seat, her expression still angry. I got into the passenger seat.

She start Driving.

I can sense her anger. First she was upset about this marriage and this new thing came. Ahhhhh, Saad why you always make mistakes. Allah help me.

"Ummm..... Uswa... I.." I was saying when she interrupted me.

"Don't. Don't even try to talk with me. You are fasting and I don't want my anger burst on you and you already injured" she said and her gaze was still on the road.

"But...." I argue to talk with her when she again stop me.

"Please" she said and I stop.

After a while she drop me at my house.

"How can you go?" I said when I saw her holding her things.

"I will go by myself" she said and opened the door and walked out of the car.

"Stop" I said with a Frim voice as I had no choice other than that.

"Why" she asked

"Because I will drop you," I said to her, trying to reason with her. "Now give me the keys."

But she refused, her expression still angry.

"You are injured" she said.

"No, I am not that injured," I protested, holding the keys out of her reach. "I can drive myself."

I sighed and relented, but only because I knew she wouldn't give up. I made her sit in the passenger seat, and I got into the driver's seat myself. I drove away.

We reached her house, and she finally spoke up.

"Allah Hafiz," she said, her voice cold and detached.

I nodded.

"Allah Hafiz," I replied, but she was already getting out of the car.

She walked into her house without looking back, leaving me feeling frustrated.

I start the and drive away.

Assalamualaikum!

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