Married to Prince Khaleefah

He's a Mystery

Humayra

I wrapped the blanket around my body, the events of a few hours ago playing like a trance in my head.
The clock ticked and I looked hopefully at it, but once again... I was disappointed.

The clock read just 2:00 am in the morning, and I wasn't able to sleep, I had already done my tahajjud but I still wasn't able to sleep, probably because I wasn't in the comfort of my bed, or still shocked at my husband's recent outburst.
" Husband. " I said the name out in a whisper, it still felt foreign to my tongue.
I never really thought anybody would accept me if they knew my truth, but Amjad was ready, but we weren't meant to be.

I wiped the tears out of my ears before they dropped, I brought out my phone and swiped through my gallery.
It was the last photo I took with Ayman before my life was ruined, well it wasn't as if my life was good anyways, but at least it was better than now at least then I had Amjad, Ayman, but now I have none of them.

My stomach growled and I realised  I hadn't eaten a morsel of food for almost 24 hours, and when I remembered it I felt instant pain, I was sad but I was still extremely hungry.

My eyes travelled around the room for an idea and that was when it hit me — the fridge.
I remember Zaina putting something in the fridge downstairs, I think. What was needed was checking, how hard could it be?

My feet shivered when they made contact with the cold tile, I fitted them into my fluffy night flats.

" Here we go. "
I used my phone as a torchlight, as I navigated the whole place looking for the fridge and I.. found it. I opened it and checked its contents, it was like the world's smallest restaurant.
I ignored the rest and took the takeaway Zaina had put in there.

I opened it and using the default spoon I dug in, not eating for the taste but as a result of hunger.
When I ate half I was full so I put it back in the fridge, and decided to tour the house, I mean what could possibly go wrong?

The house was huge and my legs already began to ache, so I was about going to my room, when I noticed a room at the far corner, dimly lit.

It was a battle between my subconscious and my curiosity, what if he was there? Shoving my subconscious aside, I walked to the room and gently pushed it open, behold was my husband in a vest, lashing himself with what seemed to be a belt.

His flawless skin was already flawed with self inflicted scars and blood falling down.

I gulped and didn't know what to do, just go back to your room before you get hurt, or be a good human being and try to stop him.

Of course I chose being a good human being.
As he was about to lash himself one more time, I rushed to stop him.
" Khaleefah... " it was the first time  I ever called his name since I knew he was my husband.

He turned towards me with a cold , murderous look on his face, his face if I may add was covered in blood, i.e. he wiped it against something hard.

" Why are you doing this to yourself? Don't you know your body is your amanah ( responsibility ) , and this is how you treat it?! " I said wondering what would have made him do something so terrible.

" Get out. " he said with a dangerous but calm tone.
" No, until you tell me why. "

" I don't repeat myself two times Humaira, so get out! " he said and believe me I wanted to run away, but a stupid part of me forced me to stay.

" Last Chance, get out! "

" Why? You're my husband I can't let you to... " before I finished my statement, a slap came across my face and I was shocked. The pain rang in my ears, and I almost fell.

Before I could make any move, I felt a loud whip on my body, and my frail body met with the floor.

" I warned you, get out! Now you have to be punished. " He knelt down to my level and landed another slap across my cheek.

He got up and kicked my leg — hard! and I yelped, I could swear this guy was crazy.

" I promise I want to do more, but it's just your first night, let it come out as a warning to you. " he said and went back to hitting himself as if it was beautiful.

I touched my swollen leg and tried getting up but it made the pain worse.
What was in his leg?

I held the floor and tried getting up but I yelped and fell back onto the floor, as if my bones were fighting against each other.

He turned around and hovered around me. Now, what does he want? Kill me! I moved farther away from him hoping he wouldn't come closer but he obviously did, and what he did after, made me confused.

He reached for my frame and picked me up bridal style, I wanted to fight and tell him to drop me, but there was something convincing and warm, in the hands of the man that made me helpless — what kind of a person is he?

He dropped me off on my bed and went to a closet and brought out a first aid kit, he began to treat my wounds, as if he was an expert.
I was so engrossed in looking at him that I didn't notice him pressing hard on my leg and I yelped.

" Please... It hurts. "

" Just shut up. " he said coldly, how sweet — note the sarcasm.

When he was done, he returned the box to its place and walked out.
If I was paid trillions to explain what just happened, wallahi I couldn't.

He wasn't just mysterious, he was a coin, and the whole world had seen his cold and blunt side, but I just saw the warm side.

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Khaleefah is really mischievous, anyways, Jumu'ah Mubarak.
What do you think could be the reason of him whipping himself, Humayra's mystery hasn't been solved and now there's Khaleefah.

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