Mrs.Mirza

CHAPTER 39

Her eyes were deceiving her as she saw Shahmeer holding a knife. She couldn't believe he was capable of taking a life. The thought of him killing someone was unimaginable to her. She felt a surge of fear and shock.

Taking a breathe, Minha approached Shabbir cautisouly, her heart racing as she prepared to place a reassuring hand to his shoulder. Before she could complete the gesture, however, a firm hand seized her wrist, halting her movement. Her tear-filled eyes met with Shahmeer's, burning with unrestrained anger.

Without warning, he yanked her toward him, indicating the intensity of his fury as her bosoms pressed against his muscular chest.

"I will fucking kill him if you dare to touch him", Shahmeer roared, his grip tightening painfully around her arms, causing her to wince.

The rain poured down relentlessly, each drop adding to the turbulent atmosphere, forcing her to blink rapidly as she tried to comprehend the chaotic scene unfolding before her.

"Let go of me!", Minha demanded, struggling against Shahmeer's hold.

"Never! I didn't marry you just to let you go", Shahmeer shot back, his voice firm as he pulled her along, striding through the house without a second glance at their onlookers.

Shahmeer simmered with anger, the flames of fury fueling thoughts of betrayal. How dare she think of touching someone else in front of him? He could kill that worthless piece of shit later, he had to make something clear to his little wifey first.

"Shahmeer, please slow down!", Minha pleaded, struggling to keep up with his pace. The heavy rainfall drenched her from head to toe, making her lehenga cling to her body like a weight, complicating every step she took. She felt weighed down and helpless as she desperately tried to keep up with her enraged husband.

"Shahmeer, what are you doing? Everyone is watching. Let go of Minha's hand", Shahmeer's mother said firmly, stepping in front of them.

"Stay out of this, mama", Shahmeer retorted angrily, attempting to climb the stairs, but his mother firmly grabbed his hand.

"What's wrong, Shahmeer? Why are you acting this way?", she asked gently, trying to understand the reason behind his behaviour.

Shahmeer didn't respond; instead he gently pushed his mother's hand away and remarked, "Nothing is wrong, Let them watch; it's not like I'm taking a namehram to my room", before continuing to climb the stairs.

Meanwhile, Minha was in tears, struggling to comprehend why Shahmeer was acting like a different person when he had seemed perfectly fine just an hour earlier.

"Ahh", she moaned in pain as she stumbled slightly, instinctively grabbing his hand for support.

"Please, I can't", she whimpered, a sob escaping her lips as she looked up at him in desperation.

Without hesitation, he lifted her into his arms, prompting her to wrap her arms around his neck and bury her face in the crook of his neck, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her cries weren't merely the result of stumbling on the stairs and hurting her ankle; they stemmed from feelings of betrayal and fear sparked by Shahmeer's behaviour. This was reminiscent of how her father treated her mother before they left their home, after which they never saw each other again.

Shahmeer ascended the final stair, frustration mounting with each step. His hand gripping the doorknob tightly before swinging the door open. Seething with anger, he marched towards the bed, placing Minha down with a firm motion.

His clothes clung to him, drenched, as water dripped from his hair and fabric. As he began unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze remained locked on her, filled with desire.