Married To A Rich Jerk

#8

Ayaan POV:

I love Biya very much before but now I only hate her because of her past.

You know my mom was a sweet lady always teach me to treat a girl with love and care. My father was very abusive, he use to abuse my mother but at that time I couldn't help her. After my mother passed away he always said that the womens are always your weakness so you have to make her your strenght. I did not understand at that time of my life.

I always feel bad after treating her with brutality but today I beat her very for good and she deserve every inch of beating. Why just why she is so closed with Sikander what is going between them? Is she cheating on me? Is Sikander is more handsome than me?

Whatever she has to be in her limit. But atleast I should have apply the oinment on his bruises. Oh shutup ! She does not need this . She shouldn't be treated like a princess. She is a gold digger thats it!

I can't bear the fact how Sikander is complimenting my wife. I do not like the shine in her eyes when she saw Sikander than me.
I should go check on her as if she is ok.

I am going to knock on her door where I listen noises of someones talking , I just stand on the door to listen up the conversation.  I know its not bad to listen wifey conversation.  Wink**

"Listen you need to stay away from me. I do not need a friend. I do not need anyone." Whom she is talking with in a hoarse voice which seems like she is crying from eternity.

I do not know what the other person says . May be she is talking on the phone .

"Sikander!" She says in a broken voice pleadingly..

Ooh so she is talking with him. I just can't take more to open the door and threw her phone it smashes the wall.

Grip her hand. But why is she wincing by just griping and why blood oozing out? Should I check her arm. No! Remember she is talking with Sikander. I left the room throughing her on the bed.

Biya POV:

As I was wincing on the cuts. My phone rings and without checking the id I picked up the phone.

"Hey! Bhabs." Sikander said

"I am not in the mood to talk." I said wince in pain.

"What happened Biya Ahmed please tell me. Why are you wincing in pain." He said in a caring tone.

"It is none of your bussiness. Listen stay away from me I do not need you. I do not need a friend." I said in a determine tone but from my heart I really need a friend that will be here for me.

"I know you do not need a friend but I need you.....as a friend." He said in a sweet tone.

"Sikander." As I said sikander someone barged in and throw my phone in the wall . I am shaking very badly and I know how his anger his.

Ayaan grip my hand that has freshly cuts and blood start oozing again . I wince in pain. He throws me on the bed and leave.

I just check my phone it has cracks but still working . Thank god.
I just let the blood ooze from it . Laying on the bed. What a wonderful day. Note : sarcasm...

I will not cry now I have to be strong for myself. I go to the bathroom wash my blood from the hand. Start sketching . It is the only way I can be away from this world by imaging. Imagination is my only world in the darkness, where I can't see the shadow, where I have to take care of myself , since I have noone who would have care for me.

But you have Jahan sikander. No he is not my friend..

My stomach crumbled making embarrassing noises. I should eat something. When I enter in the kitchen I see is the least I expected.
Ayaan is cooking some meal. I am going to my room since there is no way we can cook in the same place. But a voice stop me from my tracks.

"I know your hand is bleeding so you can't cook in the pain lets have lunch together I cooked amazing Italian pasta that is your favourite."

I am day dreaming may be.

"No you are not..." he said

I just guesture a blank posture. Stare him blankly. But why to miss a free favourite Italian food. Without saying anything I sat on the table waiting for the food to be cooked..

A.N : What you all guys thing Ayan is a Bipolar..