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I ever so gently tilted her head up with my fingertips under her chin until our eyes met and she smiled. I cupped her cheeks, letting my thumb explore each crevice of her soft face, gently caressing her skin.
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"Oh so you're the broken soul who destroyed my life. You are so ugly and so stupid! You know, I bet he was forced to marry you but don't mistake that for love, he'll pity you, like you even but never love you like he loved me. You are a pathetic. In fact, when he sees how easy his life could have been, how pleasurable and perfect, he'll grow to hate you." She screamed at the top of her lungs so everyone in the food Court could hear. Even the waiter who was about to come to our table went behind the counter.
"That's enough, Saima." Ali said in a stern, loud voice. I fought back the tears in my eyes. "Zahra, I swear I don't want to hurt you. I will explain everything to you in a bit but please, for your own sake, don't stay here. Saima cannot control her childish tongue." I was paralysed in shock, unable to move my hand to my joystick and move to a different table. "Saima, whatever you feel about me, I really don't care. But no one insults my wife, do you understand? Do I make myself clear?" He said with a rough harshness in his tone that I had truly never heard before.
She walked up to him and embraced him ever so tightly, her arms wrapped around his waist, her head resting on his chest, almost knocking him to the floor and squeezing every ounce of life out of him. He was trying so hard to move but he was backed up against a wall. "Oh baby, I don't ever want to fight with you again, please just let her go and marry me. I'll give you everything you ever wanted." She told him.
Ali stood there awkwardly trapped. He replied "Saima, please let me go. I'm sure another man will come who will make you happy. I am a married man and I love my wife."
She lifted her head, one of her arms still tightened around him, pointed her crimson acrylic finger at me and smiled devilishly, shouting in her shrill voice so everyone could hear "Look at her Ali baby, she's such a fucking prude, wearing that stupid thing on her head, covering her body and she's such a deformed spaz so I'm sure she doesn't know how to properly satisfy a man like you in bed. She isn't able to seduce you like I can, especially with her looks. I bet she hasn't even slept with you yet. Whereas I'm no virgin, I want you to take me, take me so rough and hard like there's no tomorrow. I'm so horny for you. Let me demonstrate."
I didn't know what to do. I wanted to intervene, I wanted to run, to scream, to do anything. But instead, I sat there and watched the scene in front of me unfold.
She took her arms off my husband finally but instead unbuttoned her jacket and took it off to reveal her super low cut, short, figure hugging red dress, which showed off a lot of breast, butt and leg. Basically everything, exposing herself to him, trying to provoke a response from him.
Let me just clarify that I am in no way trying to shame her but she was wearing it simply to attract the attention of my husband, which disgusted me. Luckily, Ali had averted his gaze to the ground though even he couldn't help but peer out of the corner of his eye. Not in a sexual way but just in shock and surprise. "Oh baby, admit it right, I look so damn good, so hot and sexy." She questioned, moving closer to him.
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"Stop Saima! Nothing you could say or do will make me change my mind, I love my wife." Ali replied, escaping from her clutches and walking away towards me when she reached out, grabbed his hand to stop him walking any further, before kissing him forcefully, her lips crushing his, colliding with harshness
My world crumbled and collapsed. I was shocked to my core. He pulled away from the grasp of her big scarlet lips a second later in anger.
His gaze looked towards me in shame and sorrow as I dropped the shopping bag and card in my hands with a loud thud and tears spilled down my cheeks from my kohl rimmed eyes. "Zahra, listen to me please sweetheart." I heard Ali's voice call me but I didn't answer. I moved my wheelchair as fast as I could until I got to the car. I got my car keys out of my handbag and unlocked the door when Ali arrived.
"Hey." "Don't talk to me." I said, almost sobbing. "Ok that's fine but let me at least help you." He opened the door and helped me get my wheelchair into the wheelchair space in our car. I turned my face the other way and began crying silently.
"Hey, hey Zahra please don't cry. I know I hurt you so much and I'm so sorry." Ali replied to my sobs as he gently touched my hand which was resting on my lap. I stayed silent until we got home. I wiped my tears and put on a fake smile for my in laws. I had only been married for a few days and so I didn't want to worry them. I went straight to Ali's room, closed the door, took my handbag, shoes, socks and hijab off before unbuckling my seatbelt and shuffling onto the bed. I lay down on the bed and turned on my side before sobbing into my pillow.
"Zahra please darling, just let me in and I'll explain." Ali said as he knocked on the door. "Come in." I sobbed. He gently walked in and sat down on the bed. "Just answer this one question did you love her?" "I don't know, I don't think so. But there is something I am certain of now and that is that I love you. I always have from the moment we met and I always will love you. Those tears pain me." Ali gently wiped my tear stained cheeks. "I'm going to tell you everything...
