Arham's pov
"Amal utho...kab tak soti rahogi"
(Amal wake up....till when will you sleep)
i tried to wake up this beautifull angel sleeping beside me
"ummm please let me study...i want to be a designer i beg you...i beg you" she said in her sleep
i rolled my eyes, she kept talking in her sleep all night, she kept saying please let me study please let me study, i should probably beat this thought of studying out of her mind.
i have to make her scared of me so much that she wont even dare to think about anything i dont approve of and i should start that right now smiling at my wickedness i woke her up
"UTHO!!!" i yelled
she sat up straight looking at me shocked
"time dekho....breakfast kon banayega??" i asked her rudely
(look at the time...who will make breakfast?)
she looked at the clock it was 12:00
"you didnt go to office yet?" she asked
"its Sunday but since you cant seem to wake up i am hungry till now"
"UTHO AB!!" i yelled loudly and she flinched
(GET UP NOW!!)
shakily removing the blanket she got out of the bed and ran downstairs
i smiled triumphantly
itne din se pyar se reh raha tha toh izzat raaz nahi aa rahi thi,
mere naam se b kaapegi,
mere ijazat k bina nazar tak uthaneko dus baar sochegi
(i was staying with love since so many days but respect doesnt suits her i guess,
she will shiver at even hearing my name,
she would think ten times before even raising her eyes)
Amal's pov
i reached in the kitchen, with shaky hands i began to cook, but since i was so scared stuff just kept falling from my hand
i saw arham coming towards the kitchen and the pan that i was holding fell
"what is this noise?...cant you work properly, making so much noise"
without replying i focused on cooking,
he is in a bad mood today,
one mistake and he will beat me into a pulp,
i turned around drank some water and tried to calm myself down.
I quickly served the food and went to call him
"chaliye naashta laga diya hai"
(come...breakfast is served"
i sat there looking at him trying to comprehend why is he in such a sour mood.
"get ready I'll take you shopping" i looked at him confused is he bipolar? few minutes ago he scared the crap out of me
"i am nominated for design icon award of the year you will need something designer and fancy to go there"
i looked at him shocked
"design icon award" i whispered to myself
"yeah it is a prestigious award in design commumity..."
"i know" i said in a low voice before he could complete his sentence
"i will go take a shower" i ran upstairs
opening the wardrobe i took out my journal hidden between my clothes
i flipped to the page where i had my bucket list and there it was
to win atleast one design icon award when i become a interior designer
*flashback*
"oye what do you keep writing in this diary" sam asked
snatching the picture i was cutting he asked
"what is it?"
"give it back" i demamded irritated
"what is this?...
why are you cutting pictures of a light bulb" he asked stuffing his face with sandwich
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my endless love
Romancethis might come across as another attempt for romanticize abuse but have faith and read till the end Amal's pov: "please leave me" i pleaded to him but he just tightened his grip on my hand. "why?" he asked clenching his jaw staring at me and that w...
