Holding on and Letting go [Complete]

20) She's a Phoenix(Part 2)

This chapter is dedicated to Ibitsha for her love for Ahid Khan❤
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Each log of burning memory pierced through her heart and stocked the fire raging inside her. If there was even a bit of soporific effect she was feeling right now, it flew away on seeing the photo frame. The Ayat that would impersonate her every time she'd be with someone would always leave her when alone and if there was even an inch of unflappability left inside her, it lost as she broke into realms of sweats.

It was him.

Him!

Ahid Khan!

As she bolted the murky views down, her body fell into a state of putrefaction. She was numb. It may not be under extreme duress that she agreed on this marriage but she was still coerced to do so. Had she not married him, she would have been getting nagged to marry someone else. And having making an abrupt decision in her haste, she had married someone she abhorred with all her might. Her marriage only served to replace one misery for another.

But he was in jail, wasn't he?

She saw him with her own eyes, didn't she?

She had even seen his mother, hadn't she?

The past was exuding into the present. Or was it all just a lie? Or not? What was the truth?

Did she get married to her molester?

So many questions. So many pieces of puzzle to be put together, all buzzing around her head. It was going to explode

During Nikkah all these factors never let any bell ring that would make her suspicious.

A) Immam said 'Ahid Ammar Khan.'

B) He was in jail.

C) Zeliha wasn't his mother. She knew his mother. She had seen her. She had talked to her.

But did he know it was her he was marrying? Of course he did. How could he not? Her name was the same.

Destroying her life once wasn't enough that he had come back to do it again...she thought. But being as intellectual as she was, she knew it wasn't a plot or something because it didn't make any sense. Everything happened the way it was meant to be. But she refused to believe that he didn't know it was her. Maybe not initially but on seeing the papers he would have come to know it was her. Then why didn't he decline?

His compliance wasn't making any sense to her but then again, nothing was making any sense to her. She was finally shepherded towards her destiny. Or was it a punishment? Or maybe his reward? But what had she done to deserve him? Or maybe he had done something to deserve her? Who knows?

With panic visible in her face, her breaths were getting heavier by each passing second, stretched by staccato when the doorknob croaked and she squeezed her eyes shut. He was here. How dare he? She couldn't believe his audacity. Well she could actually.

She got this sudden urge to hit him with a vase the moment he would step in. Isn't it what molesters and rapists should get? They should be hanged to death without any pity. This is what they deserve. Even death is an easy escape. Just a few seconds and Bam! They are dead. Without experiencing much pain.

Before she could reach the vase, the door creaked open but it was Zeliha who came in. Her face was contorted into expressions she couldn't decipher as she tried scrounging in her eyes. The silence was loaded and so palpable that her gaze could slit it.

"I'm so sorry, Ayat," Zeliha rasped as her voice broke.

She couldn't understand why she was sorry. Did she know everything? So was it really a plot? Hiring her and stuff?