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notjustarandomhijabi
Ongoing, First published Feb 02, 2017
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"But I'm your-"  
"I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from his tone.

"You're only a signed contract, nothing more!"

 * * *

"What's that shit doing on your face? you better remove it! you can't be walking on the streets of Chicago wearing that, this isn't your filthy Pakistan!" he ruthlessly spoke with disgust. 

"You mean my veil?" She questioned with fear placing a hand on her Niqab.

"If it isn't obvious" 

"Please, don't call it that, it's my veil, my identity"

"I'm sorry what?" 

"I can't remove it Saahir, p-please don't make me do this, its a part of me" she begged on the verge of tears.

"I said take it off!" He yelled in a deep menacing voice and pulled it off her face throwing it mercilessly on the floor.

Fresh tears pooled from her eyes
Frustration built through him.
He grabbed her shoulder and forcefully dragged her  pushing her onto the floor. The floor hit Meeza harder than she had expected. 

"Oww" she yowled as the pain shot through her shoulder.

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