Match Made In Hell | Completed ✔

Getting Divorce??

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Zain stepped into his bedroom after a long tiring day at work. He tossed the briefcase and blazer aimlessly on the bed and slumped down, loosening his tie and relaxing his tensed body. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, sighing deeply. Frustration was visible on his face. He glanced around the room but nothing seemed to offer comfort like the presence of his wife, just the same four walls, as tired and dull as he feels. She makes the room cheerful, full of life and colorful with her mess. She had even changed the interior and paint of the walls according to her liking after having thousands of fights and arguments with him because he wasn't allowing it. Before it used to be all black, from furniture to walls now it was a mixture of lilac, royal blue and white.

Zain smiled painfully at the memories and closed his eyes to breathe in her familiar scent that lingered in the air.

"Zain Malik!!!" Just then the door burst open with a force and Zoya barged in with all her glory causing him to shoot open his eyes and glanced in her direction.

"Sign these papers!!! I can't live with a jerk like you anymore." Zoya threw the pieces of papers on his face furiously which slipped down and landed on his feet, startling him in the process. Zain cast his eyes down at the papers laying on the floor, scattered. The bold letters written at the heading caught his attention which had his eyes widening in shock.

'DIVORCE PAPERS'

Oh so that's why she left the house in the morning??

He snapped his gaze towards his wife and stared at her for a fleeting moment before masking his shocked expression with his usual cold emotionless neutral one. The line of bitterness adored his features as he recalled the events that took place in their life recently.

A sarcastic humorless chuckle left past his lips as he marched towards her and gripped her forearm tightly drawing her close to him, "You want divorce from me? When Irony is that I should be the one divorcing you for being cheated on like that behind my back. I should be the one punishing you for playing with my emotions. You freaking broke my trust and faith which I had over you once again. I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT FROM OTHER GIRLS BUT Y'ALL WOMEN ARE SAME!!!"

Zain spat out venomously, boring directly in her brown orbs with nothing but extreme rage which once were his solace, his peace, his home, his entire world used to reside in these brown orbs. Zoya was taken back watching the intensity of hate for her in his eyes. He was no longer her teasious, sweet and caring Zay for whom she was head over heels. He was that devil and monster Zain Malik she had always loathed.

"When you're not willing to give me a chance to explain or hear me out for once then think whatever the hell you want. I don't freaking care. I just don't!!! Me and my Allah knows I am innocent and that's enough for me. I don't need to prove it to the entire world. Just sign these divorce papers and free me with this disgusting name of yours." She yelled back, blinking back the tears, threatening to escape her eyelids, her voice shivered at the end. Just the mere thought of separation from him shook her entire being wholly but she had to do it for the sake of her self respect and dignity and to teach him a lesson.

"You will get your signed papers as you wish. NOW GET OUT AND DON'T SHOW ME YOUR UGLY FACE EVER AGAIN." Zain gripped her arm again and pushed her towards the door. Zoya couldn't control her tears anymore as she let them flow freely down to her cheeks. She has been loyal to him since day one. She was innocent yet he was willing to throw her out from his life as if she was trash, as if she meant nothing to him.

"Falling head over heels for you and then loving you with my heart and soul was my biggest mistake and you prove me wrong every time. You are such a big jerk, idiot, donkey, duffer, asshole. I hate you Zain, I hate you!!!"