Biya PoV:
Today I got a call from the university that I got selected..
I am supper excited and preparing meals for a candle light dinner to tell this good news. It is my dream to be a independent women so if he leaves me it wouldn't be a problem by then. And also I have a problem that I can't be a mother so that means he will definitely marry someone that is beautiful, bold and attractive unlike me who even doesnot know how to sit.I arranged all the things on the dinning table. Lighting all the candles and decorating everything with red rose petals. I know he loves rose aroma.
I know he is comming towards the dinning hall so I turned off all the lights so that hall looks more romantic and also appealing.Oh my god I forgot to share I wear a black dress with gold flower embroidery on neck line and I looks really beautiful in it..
"Hey Biya! Why..? Omg You look so stunning." Ayaan said to me with a beautiful smile and hugs me.
"I am so hungry. Yummy what a delicious smell." He said while sitting on the chair.
He himself looks handsome even in a simple attire. His smile, his dimple, his messy hair and his eyes I want to dive in it so mesmerising ..
I sit down infront of him and thinking of ways how to share this big news to him that I got selected in the university with 70 percent scholarship.
"Hey! You seem so happy. Is there any good news to tell me?" Ayan said to me by gripping my hand and kissed my hands.
"Yes! I GOT ADMISSION IN UNIVERSITY WITH 70 PERCENT SCHOLARSHIP." I said to him.
Without saying anything he left the table.
I started to follow him where he is going. He stops in his tracks and gripped my hand harshly.
"Listen here very carefully I HATE YOU SO BADLY. I TRIED TO LOVE YOU BUT I CAN'T WHENEVER I SAW YOUR FACE. THE HATRED RISE WITH SO MUCH FORCE IN ME FOR YOU. I CAN'T BE WITH YOU. DONOT EVER SHOW ME YOUR UGLY ASS FACE. GO AWAY FROM MY LIFE." He said with so much hatred and then he throws me on the floor.
I just left behind with tears, I started to love him and he said he hates me that much.
"I am ugly. I am not beautiful. I am ugly ass even with makeup." I wispered to myself.
"Why? I donot have right to be happy, to be with someone that I love, to get what I want."
Why every time womens have to compromise , sacrifices her dream , why every time guys cheated and even if a girl just talk with some guy than why they label her as a slut.
These kind of thoughts are wandering in my head. I know I will never be answered. Why man has to be raised that he is the king but why they donot teach her how to love, how to care, how to respect a women? Why? Just why..
Third person POv:
Poor Biya. Donot know when will be her sufferings going to end ?
Or may be not.Ayaan brings her girlfriend with himself this time as a wife.
Ayaan married 2 time but this time with the one he loves unlike the situation with Biya . She tries everything to be happy with Ayaan but what she gets lonely day and nights.
"Biya come here."He shouts.
"Meet my wife Sarah. My love my everything. From now on you should not come in my way or Sarah and donot mess with her and also hide your face with scarf ." He said with a mischievous smile.
"Ooh Sarah no need to know about her . She is nothing important to discuss." After saying this he left Biya in a misery and left with Sarah...
Biya left everything for just a pshyco but not now She will stand for herself. She will study and not gonna sacrifice her dream this time. She will face all the hatered although she can't divorce Ayaan but she will show him that a girl doesnot need a abusive jerk as a life partner all he do is abuse, used her and mentally turmoil her and leave her for someone else.. or should she will wait for him may be he will realize and came back to her and leave all her dreams behind..
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Married To A Rich Jerk
Spiritual"Biya I am married to you because of the business proposal you do not have any rights on me from now on and now leave my room ." I do not believe he just used me and now throwing me out. "Get out !" Ayaan said. I just can't hold my anger and tears a...