"Shanzal's Pov"
My whole body was filled with rage and anger.When I told Neelam that I'll never love her, her body went stiff.
Mom did wrong by doing that.Me and married?
Is this some sick joke?
We landed soon.I was driving Neelam to house.Whole ride was silent.
Mom knew I can't marry her.Not now.Not ever.
Still she just had to do all this and bring my life to hell.
Neelam is quite a person.She doesn't know what I am capable of.I ain't some prince charming.
I am me.I am Shanzal Khan.
A player,heartbreaker and ruthless person.This is really getting on my nerves.I need a drink.A strong one I may add.
"D-do you live alone?" She asked.Her voice sounded scared.
Well damn she should be scared.
"Yes." I answered curtly.She nodded meekly and I reached home.
She got out and I opened the main door with key.She was right behind me.We entered T.V lounge.
It was dark and cold just the way I liked it.
"Take the room to left." I said ignoring the fact that my room is on right.
The thought of her living with me sickened me.I went up to bar.
I mixed a strong drink and drank it
After like fifth drink I felt my head spinning.Way much strong.
It was midnight when I went down and finally went to my room.
I was sitting on bed when the door creaked open.
"Shanzal?" I heard a weak voice.I clenched my hands together.This was way much.WAY MUCH FOR ME.
"Get out." I slurred.She was still in her previous outfit.
"You--you are drunk?" She asked shocked looking at me with emotional eyes.
Well yes lady I am drunk.Do you have any problem?
I chuckled humorlessly and turned towards her.She instantly stepped back before she could hit the wall I grabbed her arm forcefully.
She gasped at my tight grip and almose screamed at me.
I dragged her out of my room and threw her in the room which I told her to take.
She was crying.Her sobs were irritating me.My head is alreay pounding.
"Get this in your brain,you and I are never gonna work so you better know your damn place." I said through gritted teeth trying to make her understand.
My life was already messed up.I have pure anger issues.If something doesn't go my way I start to feel raged and anger.
I was never the one to play around.I was blunt and that was final.
I went back to my room and decided to take a shower.Even though I was drunk I was fairly understanding what I want.
I stripped and stood underneath cold water.Water was freezing and it was hitting my body like a brick of ton.
Soon it beacame numb.Just like me it became numb.There was so much I wanted to say,so much I wanted to express.But the problem no one was here to listen.
Life is not some easy game in which you will get extra points for being fair.It was just a matter of fact that you need to be really very cunning and sly to win this game.
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I sat on dining tabe gulping ny third Advil trying to pass this killer hangover.
She was nowhere to be seen and it was good.My phone ringed and I swiped accepting the call."Hello."
"Why do you have to be such a stuborn man and do such thing." Mom said sadly making me feeling a little guilt.
I should have let her eat the food Neelam made for custom or such.
"She is my property." I sipped my coffee and heard mom gasp on the other side.
"SHE IS A HUMAN SHANZAL KHAN!" She screamed and I lightly looked at the phone.
Will she come out of the screen?
"Ma! I am not in mood." I hung up before she could shout a little more.
I heard small footsteps and I turned towards the entrance of kitchen.
There stood my goody tow shoes wife in black shirt and black jeans.She was wearing a headscarf.Impressive she seems religious.
"Make me some breakfast." I ordered her and she noddded hurriedly.
She made me basic pancakes and bacon.She was sitting silently on other end of table.
"I am going to office.Donot go out until it is important or you are dying." I said standing up.
I didn't looked back at her and went to office
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