HIS & HERS
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"Good morning, Mr. Ayan," she greeted.
"Morning. Is this the appropriate time to arrive at work?" I inquired.
"Sorry, duty calls. What would you like for breakfast? I heard you came in early today," she beamed.
"Just leave," I half-yelled.
"Suit yourself," she said, turning to leave.
"If you come in late again, it will be your last day at work," I fumed.
"I will gladly do that," she retorted
"And who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that?" I yelled at her.
"And who the hell do you think you are to yell at me?" she retorted.
"Just get out of my sight before you irritate me."
"You are the one who is irritating, not me," she said, turning to leave, but Nasim was coming in, so he stood by the door.
"What is going on here?" he asked.
"Excuse me," she half-yelled.
"No, I won't," he said.
"Get out," I yelled. She screamed and picked up a cup from the center table, throwing it at the wall.
"You didn't just do that," I yelled in disbelief.
"Watch me do it again," she challenged.
She picked up two cups this time and hurled them at the wall. Frustrated, I swept everything off my table in a fit of anger.
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The sound of the shattering glass sent a chill down my spine, forcing me to withdraw deeper into the corner where I was tucked in. "Mansur, please stop. At least for Aaliyah's sake." I begged, the tears streaming down my cheeks. He swung around to face me, his eyes blazing with rage. "To hell with you and that bloody girl." he yelled. Do you hear me, Salma? To HELL with you and her. This is my house, and I can do whatever I want." he yelled, throwing the bottle at my dressing mirror. The glass shattered all over the room, the larger pieces landing on some of the bottles on the drawer beside the dressing mirror in which I kept my incense sticks. This caused them to shatter as well, the glass falling everywhere across the room. I could hear Aaliyah crying in the next room, but I could not go to her as Mansur was blocking the door. "You will learn your place today." he yelled, unbuckling his belt. I shut my eyes as the tears continued to flow, knowing all too well what came next. The first strike was always the one that hurt most.Complete
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"We need to talk " he said and I nodded my head. "We both know this marriage was forced on us right?" He asked making me nod my head already afraid. "I just want you to know that in this marriage we're just going to be friends,I have a very deep past and I'm trying hard not to let it make me hurt you in anyway" he said lowering his gaze from me. "Try your possible best to stay away from me,but of course I'll do my duties as a husband and also do yours as a wife but don't think it'll lead to anything more than friends." He said and stood up and as he reached the door he stopped as if he just remembered something . "LASTLY STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!" He shouted before banging the door leaving me in shock.Complete
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"Listen to me Qurratul Ayn, before you go, I want to know; did I ever offend you? Is my love for you too little?" I can feel his hand hovering over mine. He wants to hold it, but he knows better than to do that. "Please, I don't want to do this now. My flight is in thirty minutes." I can feel the tears wetting my Niqab. "No! I want to know. Where did I go wrong? Was it money? I didn't feed you well? I didn't clothe you? My love wasn't enough for you? I need to know, all those years! You're seriously willing to throw them away like they were nothing?" A sob breaks out but I manage to hide it behind a cough. I take a silent deep breath and turn, my Niqab swaying and making a whip sound. "It's not like, they really were nothing! Look, I don't have it in me to explain myself. You said you'd give me whatever I want? Then leave me be. I never loved you okay! I never did, it was all a sham, a facade!" His hand that was looming over mine falls limp beside him and he staggers back. "You're lying." He laughs. It's as if he's trying to convince himself. I scoff. "You think so? Well take a look at this." His eyes fill with tears and he takes one of his hands and place it on his mouth. He can't believe that it's actually true. "Okay, Fa'iza." My heart breaks. He never calls me that, ever. "I know something is wrong, and wallahi I'm going to find it out and bring you back to my house in six months. I promise." I feel my heart squeeze knowing his promise can never come to pass, ever. Death is nearing me so nothing can be done. Absolutely nothing. * Ten years of loving, doting over each other and marriage, Fa'iza upped and suddenly said she wanted out of the marriage. After months of persuasion and blackmail, Bello let her go, but before she left, he made a promise. Would he be able to fulfill this promise? STARTED: COMPLETED:Complete
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The sound of the shattering glass sent a chill down my spine, forcing me to withdraw deeper into the corner where I was tucked in. "Mansur, please stop. At least for Aaliyah's sake." I begged, the tears streaming down my cheeks. He swung around to face me, his eyes blazing with rage. "To hell with you and that bloody girl." he yelled. Do you hear me, Salma? To HELL with you and her. This is my house, and I can do whatever I want." he yelled, throwing the bottle at my dressing mirror. The glass shattered all over the room, the larger pieces landing on some of the bottles on the drawer beside the dressing mirror in which I kept my incense sticks. This caused them to shatter as well, the glass falling everywhere across the room. I could hear Aaliyah crying in the next room, but I could not go to her as Mansur was blocking the door. "You will learn your place today." he yelled, unbuckling his belt. I shut my eyes as the tears continued to flow, knowing all too well what came next. The first strike was always the one that hurt most.
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