Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Adah

Low murmurs made me stir.

They kept continuing, forcing me to raise my eyelids only to shut them in weariness.

"Simrah, we shouldn't be here. Oh!" a gasp resounded before they continued, "She is beautiful."

I only groaned in annoyance when another whisper irked me, "But why does she look like she cried?"

How can Mom let anyone barge into my room?

"Didn't I say not to enter the room? Get out!"

My eyes snapped open at the authoritative voice. As if my body was tuned to recognize it in hundreds of voices. The sound of hurried footsteps, followed by the shutting of the door, was what I heard at his command. I blinked at the chandelier. My memory being foggy, I strained my mind to recollect what had happened and, more importantly, where I was.

And then it all came back like a blizzard. My mother's screams, my father's begging, and the gunshot blasted in my head at full volume. Gasping, I covered my ears and sat up with a jolt. I had to squint my eyes to see through the dim light. What came to view was lavender and white. A man stood against the white of the window and lavender of the drape with his back to me.

"Do you take Aryan Abdullah, son of Adnan Abdullah as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"I pronounce you husband and wife."

Husband and wife?

Dropping my arms, I glared at the monster. When my bangles clinked with the action, I looked down to find myself in my bridal attire.

"Looks like the maids awaken you?"

My head rose when I heard him and saw his head tilted to the side.

"Did they spoil your plan?" I snarled.

My words made him turn around and tilt his head, frowning.

I thought he was a good man when he kept his word on the island. I felt terrible and disgusted at myself, thinking if he hadn't stopped that day, I would have lost my chastity and was grateful to him. I trusted him. But what did he do? He played another sick game of his. That day he let me go only to seek a vengeance that would ruin me and my family.

For not fulfilling his lust, he made a mockery out of me and made a spectacle on the day that should have been a memorable event for me. In his sick thirst for revenge, he not only made me a characterless woman but also involved my family. I don't know how my family will ever be able to cope with the shaming. Will they forgive me after learning the truth?

"What? You thought I would remain unconscious, and you could take advantage of me?" I rip the duvet from over me and step out of the bed, "because I won't let you touch me, you thought you could claim me when I'm not awake?"

"Adah." I ignored his warning. If he thought I would let him do anything to me, then he was delusional.

"A sick and pathetic human you are. No, you are not even a human. Devil, monster, and filthy beast, that's what you are!"

I was stupid to assume beneath that monster lies a man with a heart. That he had let go of me eventually. I should have understood when no one contacted me from the company, questioning me for abrupt resignation and not completing my notice period.

I should have thought about how our house mortgage had not ceased, and we weren't thrown out of the house. I believe, like the dumbest of women, that he took mercy on me and left my life for good. That the time we spent together would brush the rust of monstrosity from his soul.