Imprecisely Married

Chapter 1 - Rude awakening

The two bare bodies were lying besides each other on the small bed. Morning sunshine had made it's way from the window which they didn't cared to close last night. Their legs were entwined with each other under the sheets. Their was not a sign of last night's harsh weather in the atmosphere. In fact the weather was really good and warm.

Zayn's eyes fluttered open, his thick lashes touching his brows. The moment he laid his eyes on the sleeping bare beauty besides him a big grin covered his face. He started humming a song which was running in his mind very slowly.

Am I asleep, Am I awake, or somewhere in between?

I can't believe that you are here and lying next to me.

Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined?

Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine.

Admiring her beautiful face which was so wrapped up in deep sleep he wasn't sure if this was a dream or not. He waited patiently for her to open her eyes. A thought of preparing breakfast and coffee and presenting it to her on bed excited him. But his eyes still refused to leave her sight.

The movement beneath the sheets signalised that she was waking up. Her eyebrows scrunched up as she opened her eyes. It took few seconds and some blinks for her eyes to adapt the change from deep darkness to the shining light.

His heart stopped beating for a moment and his breath came out uneven. When her eyes captured the image of her surrounding, the colour from her face drained, her eyes widened at the point of popping out of the sockets and her jaw almost dropped to the floor.

For a moment she thought it was just an illusion and that her mind was playing head games with her, she thought the image will disappear once she'll close her eyes. She closed her eyes for a second, shook her head and opened it again hoping for everything to fade away.

But no. It didn't. It was still there. The only difference was it seemed much more real now. Much more verdical. Much more literal.

" What the hell! " The words came out very harsh, as harsh as she expected them to be.

" What are you doin....? " She shrieked while her eyes saw something more shocking. " Where's.... your... your.... sh..shirt? "

As she shifted her body on her elbows to sit up the bed sheet glided down her smooth body, flaunting her bare shoulders and some part of her breasts. She grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around her body tightening it. In the process the sheet moved away from his body leaving him stark naked.

" What the fûck! " She covered her eyes tightly with her hands. He grabbed a towel and quickly covered himself with it as fast as possible.

" I... I... " He stuttered trying to explain himself but failed.

" What happened? " She uttered those words very slowly and very dangerously. He lowered his head afraid to look in her eyes.

" What the hell is going on?" She shouted very loudly. " What is all this? " Her face red with anger.

" I... I... don't know... how... what..." He muttered, honestly. But she didn't believe it. Before he could speak any further, a sharp slap caused his face to fall down.

" How could you ? How dare you ? You bloody, damned, bastard! " She shrieked, anguish, hurt and pain clearly in her voice.

He was in a state of deep shock to actually manage to form a sentence. She covered her body with the bed sheet and scurried to the bathroom.

It killed him. That hurt in her eyes and disbelief caused his heart to shrink. His head pained and his heart ached.

Tears seemed to gush oh so liberally out of his eyes. This was not what he was expecting. He didn't mean any of this to happen. He was not even responsible for it. But shît happens anyway.

Taylor Swift wasn't wrong when she wrote the song Blank Space.

It'll leave you breathless
Or with a Nasty scar.

Nasty scar. Correction. Nasty scars. He was well acknowledged with this word. In fact, they were quite fascinatingly engrossed on his heart and soul. After all he has lived with them the whole life.

His heart was already filled with scars, intense sorrow, grief oh and not to forget pain. A grand salute to this guy's heart that it still survived. A huge round of applause for it's loyalty and faithfulness that it didn't stop beating. It didn't stop midway. It worked 24 × 7 with him , though it was stabbed and jabbed a million times. It never took leave.

But what happened today, right now, surpassed the highest level of pain his heart can handle. He was intensely disliked by her. He knew that. But still he managed somehow.

But today he saw hatred. Pure, sheer, fierce burning hatred. And this time, I doubt if his heart can handle it.