Chapter 8

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Okay today was definitely tiring, I so wish to take a hot shower and change into some comfortable clothes. My body is itching to get rid of this heavy outfit and Jewelry but I have to wait for my husband. Who hasn't arrived yet in his own room. I can't believe I have left my own house, my family, my old room and from now on this strange place will be termed as my own. The moment we arrived at Ahmad Villa, I was welcomed whole heartedly by everyone. Lot's of after marriage rituals were done, some were fun and some were simply meaningful.

I really had a good time with my new family. But I can't say the same about my husband, who seemed quite distant ever since. I could feel his frustration pretty clearly and my heart sank thinking about the different scenarios. I know our wedding is not been done like the other normal individual, it was sudden and mostly it was rushed. But why do I have a feeling that Asad is more troubled by this decision than me. 

I don't know how long I have been sitting here, waiting for my husband. But there was no sign of him. I have roamed around the whole room, the interior was just totally opposite of my liking but can't blame him, it's a bachelor's pad so how can I expect a lady touch here. But now since I am also going to live here, maybe he will allow me to make some changes according to my taste. I just hope he does.

The night was getting darker and I was getting tired, but Asad was still not here. Allah, where can this Man be, doesn't he know he has a wife waiting for him in the room. Will it be rude, if I change my dress? of course it will be Zoya, what are you thinking. You can't change yet. I settled on the bed again, resting my body on headrest waiting for my husband. And soon my eyes dropped close engulfing me in a slumber.

"Thud.." A loud roar of door made me open my eyes immediately. I checked the time on my phone and it shows 3:00 clock, soon will be the time for Fajr. I looked beside me and the place was still empty, the light of washroom was on confirming Asad's arrival. Did he just arrived now? I can't believe he has came this late on his wedding night. My stomach turned up with fear. I straightened myself waiting for my husband to arrive and soon after few minutes, he came stumbling from the washroom in simple lower T-shirt. Wait why can't he walk straight?

It looked liked he wasn't aware of another human's presence in this room. I won't blame him, the lights were off and it was pretty dark in here, apart from a night bulb. Suddenly his foot came in contact with something and he groaned in pain. "Fuck.." My ears scrunched up on the swear word and in seconds the room was lighten up making my dear Husband aware of my presence making his brows turned up.. "what the fuck are you doing on my bed.." He growl but neither his words nor his posture was straight, making me confirm one thing for sure, He is drink. 

My husband is totally drunk on our wedding night, scratch the wedding night, he has actually drunk alcohol Astagfirullah.. "I am asking you something, speak up.." He growled again, his eyes spitting fire and mine filled with tears. "I .. Um.. Najma.. we.." I don't know what exactly to answer him, I am his wife, where else I am suppose to be? 

"Get up.." He ordered and my eyes widened, "I said get up.." And this time I actually stood up shaking with fear, thinking about many scenarios about my wedding night, this wasn't the one I actually thought could happen. "Now listen to me carefully, you whatever your name is. You are here because of My Mom, I love her and so I am going to see your ugly face everyday in my home, but that doesn't mean I can stand you in my room or worse in my bed. So never step foot on here and dare you step foot outside this room."

I was full on sobbing right now, his whole body was reeking of alcohol and I so want to get away from him, running as far as possible. "Nobody in this house can know what goes on inside this room, so you better keep your mouth shut and act as a happy wife. Actually didn't need to be acting, I know how delighted you are to marry me, the heir of Nawabs. I know how you small people play games and trap us to fulfill your dreams. Well I don't have much time to waste on you, I am already tired, I am going to sleep and I don't care, where are you going to sleep but stay far away from my bed and yes, if you told any of this to anyone or my Mom got hurt because of you, I will bury you alive.." 

It felt like my whole world came crashing down on me. It's a bad dream, yes it has to be.. This can't be true, no no please open your eyes Zoya, you are just dreaming. The moment he slumped down on the mattress barking the orders of switching off the light, I knew it isn't some bad dream but a harsh reality. The person I got married to just few hours back, hate me to no limits. He drinks alcohol, that's the most haram in our religion and he can't even bear my existence in his life. What did I do wrong Allah? am I getting punished for something? Was I not a good child?

I know I am being stupid right now, blaming everything on you but tell me apart from you who else can help me out of this situation? Who else can answer me? Allah I have always learned to keep faith on you, to hope and expect only from you. But tell me what do I expect now? The person who was suppose to be the one loving and protecting me, hates me. This wedding is just a game for him. How am I suppose to survive this? No, no I can't.. I can't.. Please help me Allah Miyan. Please guide me to the right path.. Please help me..

I broke down on my knees crying softly. How can my life turn upside down in just few hours. Everyone was envying me of getting Asad Ahmad Khan, will they still envy me when they will know the truth? will they still want him as their husband, knowing his real self? Ya Allah please help me please take away this pain and soothe me please..

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