Her Silence Screamed A Thousand Words

Episode 37

Dua's POV

I slammed the bathroom door shut and slid against it. I sat on the bathroom floor and let the fountain of tears flow.

"How can I let him see me? How can I sleep on his bed? Why did this happen? How will I explain this to him? I hope he doesn't remembers anything." My thoughts were running wild and I couldn't control them.

I got up and ripped my shirt off my body. Looking at my body I felt disgusted. The brown skin mocks me. The acid was powerful I still remember vividly. The burning sensation could be felt even now. Tears flowed freely making me feel miserable all over again.

I hit the marble counter with my fist. Not once. Not twice bit countless times until the corner cut a gash in my palm. "WHY!!!" I screamed in my head.

I lost my balance and fell on the white marble floor. I cried clutching my hair into my fist. I wanted to rip my skin off my body. The more I want to hide myself, to hide my body the more he's barging in my personal space.

Flashback.

She sat in front of him with fear oozing off her body in the form of stromy waves.

She was shaking and breathing heavily. The doctor informed her that she lost her child yet again. She also informed Kashan that they need to stop trying for her sake and give rest to her other wise she will lose her fertility once and for all.

"You know its good that those babies die. No one would want a prostitute for a mother. Its better if they die and never be born ever and I'll make sure of that. Don't you worry" Kashan said fisting her hair and making her look up in his eyes.

Those baby blue eyes that held her captive. That made her heart flutter with just one look but not any more. Now these eyes only hold hate, anger and lust in them.

A tear rolled down her eye and slid down on the side of her face.

"Besides how would I know whose child even is that." He said gripping her hair more painfully.

"Allah gawah hai Kashan yeh bacha tumhara tha" she said looking in his eyes deeply. She could hear anything, take every punishment but never tolerate her child being called illicit.

(Allah's witness that this child was yours)

"Ohh really how would I know. The lord know how many men you f**k on a daily basis" he groping her breast painfully. The newly stitched skin ached badly.

"And who allows the men near me. Don't blame me for all the things you let them do to me. You. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO ALLOWS THOSE FILTHY HANDS TO TOUCH ME. YOU!! ARE THE ONE WHO USES ME FOR YOUR SICK PLEASURE AND YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T USES F**KING PROTECTION WITH ME. BELIEVE OR NOT THESE BASTARD CHILDREN ARE YOURS. YOURS AND YOURS ONLY!!" She yelled. A part of her past self surfaced.

"HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME!!" He yelled and slapped her square across her already swollen face. He punched and hit in every mean possible.

"Hit me all you want but don't you ever dare to say a word against my unborn child. If my children would die rather than having me as their mother then they would also not appreciate you as their father. YOU SICK BASTARD" she yelled but stopped when she felt something burning her skin from between her breast to her stomach.

"YA ALLAH!!!!" She screamed in agony as skin mixed with blood trickled down her body. She screamed and cried for Allah's help.

She felt him throwing ice cold water on her making her raw flesh burn even more. She screamed and shouted but none came to help her.