8 Parte Ongoing "Mera haath chordein, it's.. hurting." Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to get rid of his deadly grip on her wrist.
"Kyun? Jab woh tumhara haath pakadta hai, tab toh koi shikayat nahi hoti! Tab tum kuch nahi kehti!"" Tightening his grip on her, Rafey seethed.
The pain he was causing was intolerable. Tears fell from her hazel eyes, her pale cheeks streaked with them, wishing for a certain pair of light brown eyes to come and save her from this tormentor.
"Woh mera shauhar hai! Uska haq hai mujh par, jaise mera us par." Eeshal yelled at him, her anger slowly replacing the fear.
"Achha. Ab woh tumhara shauhar hai, toh main tumhara kya hoon? Jo sab humare beech th-" The words got strangled in his throat, and then a loud slap rang through the room. It shocked Rafey, as he never expected the timid, extroverted girl to strike him so hard across the face.
"Tum sirf ek galat faisla the, aur hamesha galat hi rahoge! Main tumhari jo 'mohabbat' thi, uske chakkar mein itni andhi ho gayi thi ke main tumhare asli chehre ko samajh nahi paayi."
Eeshal gritted out the words, not knowing what the outcome of her honesty would cost her.
Fury and rage surged through Rafey. He jerked his grip off her and pushed Eeshal harshly against the wall, making her yelp as her head started throbbing in pain.
Rafey wrapped his fingers around her throat and pressed harder, making her squirm for air.
His next words were not something Eeshal was prepared for.
"Tum meri ho, Eeshal! TUM. MERI. HO. Agar main tumhe nahi paa sakta, toh koi aur bhi tumhe nahi paa sakta..."
These were the last words she heard before everything went black.
