Out Of Wreckage?

Chapter Seventeen

Aslam left for work after he was fed and well attended.

I was horrified to even speak with him. He was indeed the most confused man I had ever met.
At the breakfast table, he was quiet and I didn't have the energy to ask him about calling my father.

I looked for a telephone in his absence but there wasn't any in this house.

My cheek was still hurting from the hit and my energy had drained again.

He didn't utter a word while leaving.

We were two strangers posing as husband and wife. We didn't exist for each other unless there was something that triggered him to behave or rather misbehave in a certain way.

I was just his maid who served him day and night. There wasn't any emotional connection between us. I didn't find him attractive and I don't respect him for what he did to me since yesterday or even today.

He was rich, settled with a good job but these things never mattered to me.

If it was not for my father, I wouldn't have married him.

I always considered marriage as a sacred bond between two equals who were affectionate and considerate of each other.

I had grown up in an environment where I could feel love between my parents, my uncle and aunt even when they never expressed it with words.

Maybe my idea of marriage was wrong or I'm the unfortunate one here.

My husband doesn't care whether his wife ate or not but it bothers him if I offer food to someone twice my age.
He can put such allegations which is so gross to even think about for someone, let alone his own wife.

The thought itself was displeasing. He didn't let me defend my own honour and when I tried, he silenced me with his physical power.

Once he left for work, I rubbed some ice on the affected area.

These two day were like a  nightmare and it scared me to think about living it everyday from now on.

I want to die instead of spending my life like this but I won't do it.
I can't lose hope as I know that there will be a silver lining in these dark clouds. This is what our life is all about. It teaches us how to survive even in these difficult situations.
I know this will pass too, I have full faith in my almighty.

Things will improve. Good times will come and until then, I'll try and try to win him over and change him to be a better person.

I just can't quit this soon. I have to make this work. I believe every person has two different sides of their personality. I'll force him to show his better side but the biggest question in my head is, how am I supposed to do it?

I'll talk to him but what if he gets mad again. I want to speak with my Abba but I also don't want another hit on my face or worse.

It will be a challenge but atleast I'll be contented that I tried.

I have to please him and then put my point forward but what can I do?

Cook for him!

Yes, he loves my cooking. He never complained about the food I cooked for him and thoroughly enjoyed it.
I can make him something special.
I remember, Ammi used to say a man's heart is through his stomach.
But another problem is what does he like to eat? We hardly know each other.

I should make something that everyone loves.

Biryani?
Yes, mutton biryani would be great and phirni for dessert.