Out Of Wreckage?

Chapter Fifteen

Warning. The chapter is going to be sensitive. Those who aren't comfortable can skip the last part
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Lucknow.
I had left my everything to start something new with this man by my side in this new city.
I had not stepped a foot outside my state until today.
This was a new beginning and I was trying to mentally prepare myself.

Aslam had his joining from the same day. He could have booked flight tickets but he didn't for some reason.
Throughout the journey, we didn't talk much.
He was busy with his newspaper. I was mostly staring outside the window.
I wanted to ask him, initiate a conversation with him but he was least interested. If he spoke at all, it was in monosyllable.

His car came to pick us once we came outside the railway station.

He quickly handed a thousand rupee note to the porter for carrying our luggage and got inside the car.

His driver carefully loaded our suitcases in the trunk while I occupied a seat next to my husband.

I peered at him. His eyes met mine.

I smiled at him which he didn't return.
His expressions were again hard to read. He didn't seem happy or sad or angry.
His face was total blank.

I quickly averted my gaze and adjusted my handbag in between.

"Drive quickly. I don't have all day. I've to be at work in two hours." He scolded the driver who was already frightened with his tone.

"Yes sir. My apologies."

I felt shiver run down my spine.

Soon, the car passed through gigantic gates.

His house in Adilabad was nothing in comparison to this place.

There was a huge garden and a seating area outside.
This place was actually on the outskirts of the main city which is why the serenity is quite peaceful.

I was astounded to find such a big house. This was much above my expectations.

Aslam finally looked at me.
"There are no servants in this house. You'll be all alone. You can do as you please while I'm not here. There is a security guard outside the house who is not allowed to enter this premise and don't look for people around here. You shouldn't talk to anyone unless I tell you to. Not even my driver or the security guard. Do you understand?" He spoke loud and clear.

I nodded my head. "Yes."

He smiled and scampered to the room.
The house was well furnished and spotlessly clean.

I kept my hand bag on the coffee table. I was edgy to follow him.
Instead, I flopped on the couch.

He returned in his officer's uniform exactly after twenty minutes.
My muscles tensed up the moment I saw him.
A revolver in his hand!

I was quick on my feet. His eyes fell on me.

"I'm off to duty. Stay home and cook for me." He instructed.

"I.." I stammered.

"What?" He barked.

"I want to talk to Abba. He must be worried. Is there a phone here?" I asked him.

"No. I'll inform him." He replied and stormed out.

I wanted to speak with my father. I have not heard his voice since the last twenty four hours.
I miss him so much. I miss everyone. My family, my neighbours and my friends including Hamza.