His to be Forced

Chapter 3

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Aiza POV

Soon it is departure time and no one from my family come to me to hug me. They hate me now that much? I thought and control my tears at bay. I don't want to show anyone my tears more. I have now enough of that.

He grabs my hand and takes me out of the hall. He opens the door of the car for me to sit. I sit in the car and he closed the door.

He starts the car and I look down at my hands, and start playing with my fingers. Tears falling on my hands and I quickly wipe them.

After a long drive, he finally stops the car and few seconds later again start driving the car. But again few seconds later, he stops the car and went out of the car. He opens the door of my side and I also went out of the car.

He walks ahead and I behind him. There is no noise there but I don't look up at him. He takes me in a room and turns on the lights.

"Go change your clothes and sleep. I have some work so I'm going out." He said and is about to went out.

"There are some clothes for you in the closet." He said and again went out of the room.

I look around the room and it's very big room. I turn around and see two doors. I go to the first door and open it. It's a very big walk in closet. I look around as I enter and notice a section of night dresses which are pajamas pants and T-shirts plus some simple shalwar kameez.

I remove my jewellery and put them on the vanity which is in the corner of the room. I also open my hairs after removing dupatta, and it fell down till my waist.

I notice another door and open it, and see washroom. There is doors inside the washroom, one lead to the bedroom and second to the walk in closet.

I take a warm shower to relax my mind but my mind drift off again to my family and their strange behavior. My salt tears are mix with the water making it invisible to notice.

After taking shower, I change in the shalwar kameez, and go out of the washroom in the bedroom. I lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling thinking about what happened with me few hours before.

As I think about my childhood, my happy time with my family, then my horrible past, and the turning point of my life, and my future, my eyes become heavy and soon darkness consume me.

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I wake up and look around in panic then it click in my mind that I'm now a wife of someone and this is his room. I look at the clock and see its Fajr time.

I quickly get up and do my wadu. I look around for a prayer mat and notice one in the corner. As I pray, I hear someone enter in the room. After offering the prayer and make dua, I look up at the bed and notice it's my husband who is laying on the bed with eyes close.

I put the prayer mat back on its place and turn to the bed. He is sleeping with his wedding suit and shoes. I slowly go near him and knee down on the floor. I slowly remove his shoes and put this feet on the bed, and put duvet on him.

I look up at his face and carefully observe his face, and an unknown smile appear on my face. I quickly shook my head as I come back in my sense.

I get up and go to other side of the bed. I take few extra pillow which are on the bed and make a pillow wall between us, lay on my side, switching off the lights.