My Only Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 1

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My Only Orange

[Begins]

'Do you take Zulkafal Ahmed as your lawful husband?'

Why me?
Why is it always me...

'I do!'

Because I had to.
It's more like I didn't have any choice.
All I had to do now was just lead a life following the rules of a man who is twelve years older than me.
I can't!

'I do!'

I peeked through my lashes at my father's limp body. A lifeless body.
Why are you leaving me?
Please don't go...

He blinked with a painful smile plastered on his hollow face.

'I do!'

With their hands held up in the air, they prayed for my well-being but deep down I knew it's going to be a perfect wrath. I gaped down at my splayed palms that were all wet with my tears, and would stay wet for the rest of my life.

Shit
Pure shit...
That's where I'll be diving and would never ever resurface.

The stupid beep of the machine was now long gone. And ironically for the very first time that eerie silence gnawed at my senses.
He was gone to rest in peace leaving me behind with my misery.

***********
'He's asking for you passport?'

White cloudy sheets splayed long everywhere with His men murmuring His verses.
Women being the only nuisance, murmured a bit too coherently over my situation.

I stood up and with heavy steps, I measured the way to my room. Slipping out my document folder, I pushed the air and transpired out only to find the reason of my misery standing tall in hallway looking straight at me.

I was quite familiar with this feeling. I had felt the same when I witnessed a silver pistol in his waistband.

'You're not going to tell this to anyone.'

He whispered dangerously with his hand clasping my mouth in steel grip to muffle my scream.

Hell
That was my first.
I had never seen a gun.
And now that I have seen it, and that too with a man whom I never imagined would carry such stuff, I felt lightheaded.

I shook my head and he smiled perilously.

'Good girl'

'Is that it?'
His rich voice snapped me out of my train and I felt him tugging away my folder.

'Be ready by eight tomorrow!', he said gruffly and turned to leave.

I gaped at his broad shoulders that were way too high to reach. His grown hair bounced with every step he took. The click of his shoes against the marble promised his determination.

He was gone.
To come back
Again...

**********
After boarding the plane, I gulped down the sleeping pills to skip the wrath.