Faraan's POV:
Hopeless case...
A hard punch...
Punch....
How to handle with you...
Punch.....
My love languge is greek to you...
Couple of punches.....
So..
Mr. Faraan....
Punch..
It's your wedding night...
A hard punch .....
It was punching bag in my gym, bearing my acrimonious punches there.
Literally, suffering through a traumatized resentment, I Faraan was heavily horrid out there.
Noor bibi...
Apki nanhi jaan salamat....
A series of punches.....
'I'm sorry Faraan. Please!'
I recalleded and rehashed her excuse....
Ughh.....
A last massive punch of mine and punching bag swung around and verily hit in my heaving torso. Hugging it tightly I was gaining my stamina back....
Noor, my wife...tested me to the end of my nerves....
Trrrrn.... Trrrrn...
Phone rang inside the pant pocket. I was unrolling the hand wrap, revealing my hard fists gone Violet. I clenched my both fists and unclenched for few times to regain its colour....
The scar was visible in my palm, made me fresh in mind the incident of that night, all my brutality, Noor bore alone in that apartment...just due to mishmash of the reports at the hospital....
Ohh.....I never noticed in my intoxication, but yes, the faded marks were there. Her milky soft back, was witnessing my rampage...
Noor. I sighed.
Infact your denial is right...
How could she be so forgetfull about all the mess I made.
I was thinking like an honest judge.
But can't she see my deepest love...
Lagta hai iske iqrar tak budhha hojao ga....
(it seems I will become ancient till she give me consent)
Phone again rang.
'Leave me alone....its my wedding night....yes ruined.... but who knows'
I murmured in vexation..along with grabbed my phone out....
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