It wasn't meant to be ✔️

PREVIOUSLY NAMED 'Maybe it was never meant to be...'

"Why did you do this to me? WHY ME? AN ALREADY BROKEN girl? Why did you show me a fake world and destroy it along with me? Why Ismail? Why?" I broke out in tears. I had been silent for far too long. I needed to speak up for myself. For how long would I live like this, a puppet, a slave, a useless nobody, someone who'll never have any importance in his eyes despite being in his Nikah.

He took a threatening step towards me, to which I flinched in response. He smirked knowing he will always have control over me. "Cause my jaan, it's much more fun to show a living corpse a new world and then lead them to hell then it is to do so to someone normal, I guess." He stated shrugging his shoulders.

I took the vase from the table and smashed near his feet. "Why? Why did you marry me to ruin me? Why can't you see that you've ruined me enough. Just kill me. KILL ME NOW!" I shrieked

His eyes darkened as I said those words, I regretted saying them as soon as I saw his reaction. He calmly bent down. Anticipating his next move as a slap or a punch, I wait with my eyes shut tight but nothing comes. I opened one eye followed by the other and see he is picking up the pieces of glass from the vase I threw, calmly and placing them on his palm and his long fingers. He realised I was staring and smiled, an evil one.

"I won't kill you cause I need you for MY needs, but I can give you a taste of death, if you're that eager." He lunged towards me and wrapped the same hand that he had placed broken pieces of glass on, around my neck. I could feel blood oozing out of my neck but his grip kept tightening, not caring about my pain or tears. He kept going. I don't know what was hurting more my lungs from the lack of oxygen or my neck from the glass pieces that were piercing into it.

After what felt like a century, he released my neck. I dropped back gasping for air. But he wasn't done with me yet...