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I still have exams lol. I just writing 2 extra chapter in advance 🙈

I was too nervous. I low key didn't want to post this just yet. Buttttttt......

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SHEHRYAAR'S POV

*Crunch*

I scrunched my nose as I paced up and down on the concrete pavement. Lack of sleep left me feeling tired and currently my whole body was telling me to slow down but the anxiety wasn't letting me.

Another loud crunch made me groan loudly as I plopped down on the wooden deck. "Honestly, stop!"

"Stop what?" Sanam narrowed her eyes at me as she stuffed more pringles in her mouth and chewed with her mouth open. This girl!

"This!" I pointed at her mouth but that only made her pick up more chips. This time she grabbed a five or six of them and bit into them at once, letting the crumbs fall in front of her.

"You mean this?" She asked, innocently, and I rolled my eyes.

"Tumhein pata hai tum kitni irritating ho?" I asked her and she shook her head.

"No," She raised an eyebrow at me, "Kitni irritating hoon?"

"Bohot zyada," I scowled at her and she rolled her eyes at me.

"Yeah, maybe that's why you are sitting here with me?" She stuffed more chips in her mouth and smirked with her mouth still full, "if I am irritating, then it says a lot about you!"

"Oh please! Mere paas aur koi choice nahi hai," I told her leaning back on the wooden deck. Keeping an arm under my head, I lied down and looked up at the sky. The large tree next to the deck covered most of my view, but in a good way.

"You don't have friends. It's not my fault! She scoffed and giggled when I narrowed my eyes at her.

"But I gave you a choice," Sanam spoke as she replaced the lid on the green cardboard box and kept it beside her bag. She kept her hands on the deck and leaned back. "Call Hussain and tell him what happened. Apologise to him. Finding out that you know the truth might fix their relationship too."

"Who knows? He will stop being angry all the time." She shrugged her shoulders like it was that easy,
"Baat karne se sab theek kiya jaa sakta hai, Shehryaar."

"Hmm," I sighed in agreement, "I just don't know what to say. I can't believe I pushed my own brother into this."

"Stop exaggerating," Sanam narrowed her eyes at me, "yeah, you didn't give him a chance to prove his innocence but like you said, he married a nice girl. So don't feel guilty."

"But he didn't choose this for himself. So I can't help it," I told her honestly and she rolled her eyes at me again.

"Well, technically he did! He could have ran away if he wanted to," she pointed out and sighed. "Just call him and talk to him. Its not that big of a deal. He will understand," She insisted, "besides they have been together for month. I am sure pehle kuch ho na ho, ab toh bohot kuch ho chuka hoga!"

A goofy smile appeared on her face but she was quick to replace it with a frown.

I raised my head a little bit, surprised by her remark. "Bohot kuch matlab?" I tilted my head to look at her properly.

Sanam widened her eyes at me before looking up at the sky. "Matlab jo hota hai."

I sat up straight, making it harder for her to hide her face. "Kya hota hai?"

She consciously tucked her hair behind her ears and then rolled her eyes, trying to look calm but the blush that was creeping up to her neck, gave away her discomfort.

"Lunch break khatam hoti hai!" She gasped suddenly, jumping to her feet, "I have to go. Bye!"

"For the last time, you own this place!" I pointed out as I watched her stuff all the food in her bag and race towards the back door of her clinic.

"That's exactly why! Maine kaha lunch time over, toh over," she yelled without looking at me.

She slammed the door shut behind her but I didn't miss the scowl that she gave me before disappearing behind it.

HUSSAIN'S POV

I closed yet another drawer in frustration and opened another one. Is it a first aid kit or a treasure box? Mil hi nahi rahi!

I opened another drawer and tipped everything out. Not a single band aid in my room!

Sighing, I decided to ask Pakeezah instead.

"Where is the first aid box?" I yelled from the top of the staircase and waited for a few seconds for Pakeezah's response, but she didn't utter a single word.

"Pakeezah?" I tried again but she didn't respond. Rubbing a palms on my face, I punched the wall beside me as her behaviour made it hard for me to contain my anger. I am trying to help her!

Zero appreciation for everything I try to do for her and every time I try to fix things. One little argument and she stops responding. Is not addressing her as my wife in public that offensive? Then what about what she did to me? If I can try despite of everything, why can't she give me some time?

"Whatever!" I yelled loudly, "mat karo baat! Even I am not interested!"

I slammed my fist against the wall again. The large painting that proudly sat against it moved slightly and fell on the floor, making the glass frame shatter. It took the bronze china vase with it, creating a pool of mess near my feet. I stared at them for a moment, somehow feeling calm.

What is wrong with me?

Suddenly I heard a loud noise coming from downstairs like Pakeezah had thrown something on the floor in response. The anger came back faster than it had calmed down. Choosing to ignore her, I went back inside my room and slammed the door shut, loud enough for her to know that she is not the only one who has the right to be angry.

As soon as I threw myself on the bed, my phone rang. If that was not enough, it was from Shehryaar, which meant I had to act normal when I clearly wasn't.

"Hello?" I forced myself to speak as calmly as I possible could.

"Hussain?" Shehryaar said my name in a small whisper. It was almost impossible to hear his voice.

"Kya hua? Sab theek toh hai na?" I found myself asking instantly.

"Yeah," I could imagine him nodding at me, "its just that I found out some things a couple of days ago... I just... I just don't know how to tell you."

"Found out what?" I frowned as I sat up straight.

"You know how Ruksaar and Raheel came here two days ago?" He asked me and continued without waiting for my reply, "well, Raheel told me about the deal and what his father did. I know he put you in a very tight spot. I am sorry I didn't support you. I am sorry, I should have helped you convince dad, I am sorry I didn't take your side. I am so sorry, yaar!"

Sorry. It is a funny word. People think it can fix everything, but can it, really?

I looked up at the ceiling, and pressed my lips together, trying to hold back the tears that were suddenly threatening to fall out.

"Does dad know?" I asked him finally after a long pause.

"Yeah, he does," Shehryaar sighed, "we have been trying to figure out how to talk to you for the last two days."

"Now you know how she trapped me!" I spat, tightly gripping the wooden bedpost. I could basically break it at this point if I really wanted to. "Jab mujh par ungliyaan uth rahi thi, he didn't even think twice before slapping me. Now he can't even give me a call? You guy have known for two days Shehry! How is this even fair?"

"Its not, I agree," He sighed, "but we really didn't know how to do this."

"Like this." I pointed out the obvious, "by giving me a call, by apologizing."

He sighed loudly again, "I know you are angry."

"The word Angry doesn't even justify the feeling," I told him, "I felt humiliated and ashamed of myself every single moment even though I knew it wasn't my fault."

Another loud sound of something crashing against the floor came from outside.

"Aur yeh larki jisse mere sir pe chor diya! Kuch bhi karlo iske liye, humesha kam hi rahega!" I snapped unintentionally, "first she pricked herself with some stupid flowers and now she won't stop throwing things around. Isse dekh kar kya tujhe kabhi laga tha yeh itna gussa bhi karti hogi?"

"Is that Pakeezah?" Shehryaar asked me, making me groan.

"Aur kaun ho sakta hai?"

"Are you guys still fighting?" He asked me. If it was two days ago, I would have told him things are getting better, but today; no way.

"Yeah we are. And now you know why," I told him, "I can't stand her anymore because—"

"Stop it, Hussain! It wasn't her fault. You can't blame her!" I couldn't believe he was still supporting her.

"Look, I know you are upset right now but you can't blame her for what her uncle did to you!"

"And I can't believe you are still supporting her!" I yelled, not being able to take it anymore. Pakeezah threw something again, most likely breaking glass this time, and in that moment, I snapped.

"She is so done," I informed Shehryaar and disconnected the call before he could convince me otherwise.

PAKEEZAH'S POV
*Meanwhile*

"Pakeezah?" my heart fell into my stomach as every muscle in my body twisted, already remembering the pain this one particular person has given me and anticipating every possible way he could hurt me again.

The hair on my arms stood up as a spine-chilling shiver ran through me. I froze on the spot, unable to move; Not even my eyes to look up at him.

"Yeh phool aise kyu phek diye?" He asked in his thick, dominating voice, "kitne pyaar se bheje the humnein tumhaare liye. Pasand nahi aaye kya?"

I could feel him approaching me but I couldn't bring myself to react as if I had lost control on my own limbs. Suddenly a hand touched my head and my entire body flinched, but I still couldn't bring myself to even shift one inch.

"Yeh kaise kapre pehne hein? Tumhaara shauhar tumhein dhang ke kapre tak nahi dilwa sakta?" He commented and I remembered the bathrobe I was wearing. Suddenly I felt the urge to run, go change or hide in a cupboard. Or even... Or even die.

"Where is the first aid box?" Hussain yelled from upstairs. His voice knocked some life into my legs and I jolted to my feet instantly. Taya's fingers tangled in my wet hair and he didn't bother moving when I stood up, causing him to tug on to my hair.

"Pakeezah?" Hussain yelled again which led Taya to tighten his grip around my hair. He pulled my hair mercilessly and I let out a loud cry.

"H-Hussain u-upar hein. Chale j-jao Yahaan se," I managed to say, "Main chillaungi."

Taya tilted his head slightly and then smirked at me. "Chillao. Awaz nikalti hai tumhaare gale se toh chillao."

I pushed myself as much as I could but, the fear didn't even allow me to squeak. I couldn't scream. I felt helpless.

"Whatever! mat karo baat! Even I am not interested!" Hussain shouted, anger audible in his voice. Then something fell upstairs and I heard the glass shattering.

No please! Come downstairs. Stay angry forever, come fight with me, but please come! Helpless tears trickled down my cheeks as I managed to look up at the staircase.

"Hum tumhein ghar wapis le jaane ke liye aaye hein aur tum ho ki aise darr rahi ho!" Taya frowned at me, like he was offended, "Ghar chalo Pakeezah."

He ran his cold and hard hand down my head and settled it on my shoulder, squeezing it tightly. I could feel his fingers leaving bruises on my skin already.

"Don't touch me!" I told him, mustering up the courage to push his hand away, and quickly moved towards the staircase.

"Hu—" I almost screamed when a large palm covered my mouth, supressing my scream, and I was pulled away from the staircase. I refused to move but Taya was still strong enough to drag me. Trying my best to get Hussain's attention, I tried reaching out for whatever I could and finally managed to kick the side table. The lamp swung for a moment before falling on the floor, making a loud crashing sound. My heart skipped a beat as I desperately waited for Hussain to appear any second.

But he didn't!

"Dimaag kharab ho gaya hai tumhaara?" Taya snapped at me in a hushed tone as he forced me to stand straight, "hum pyaar se baat kar rahe hein tumse. Aur tum!"

"Nahi karni mujhe aapse baat!" I let out a cry, trying so hard to maintain my balance. Every part of me of shivering right now. It took everything in me to even look up at him.

"Humein bhi shaunk nahi hai!" he informed me, "le jaane aaye hein tumhein. Aur tumhein chalna hoga!"

"Maine nahi Jaungi!" I shook my head at him, trying to figure out an escape route, as I stepped back.

"Kyun? Kiske liye rukna chahti toh?" He asked me, "Hussain ke saath tumhaari Khushi nahi hai. Saath chalo humaare."

"Nahi!" I screamed, helplessly, "please mujhe jeene dein."

"Bohot ziddi ho apne baap ki tarhan!" He commented as he reached out to grab my wrist but, I jumped back before he could touch me and ran towards the kitchen.  I threw myself across the kitchen counter, trying to get hold of whatever I could and ended up knocking off the mug stand. All of them rolled off the benchtop, shattering into delicate crystals.

"Mujhe marna Manzoor hai, par aapke saath nahi jaungi!" I told Taya as my hands fell on a knife but, Taya snatched it before me and I lost my balance, falling on my face, taking the chopping board and a pot of hot curry with me. A piece of glass dug into my forearm when I tried to regain my balance.

Taya patiently watched me as I pulled myself off the floor and sat up against the cabinet's door. Keeping the knife on the bench top, he shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed. "I tried being nice to you. Phool bhi bheje the humne par tumhein pyaar se ki gayi baat kabhi samajh hi nahi aati."

"Mujhe nahi jaana. Please," I begged him again as I pulled my knees close to my chin and wrapped my arms around them.

"Please!" He repeated, mockingly, "suna hai angrezi bolna seekh gayi ho. Shayad issiliye bohot zubaan chalne lagi hai tumhaari. Padhi likhi larkiyaan badi khatarnaak hoti hein!"

He pulled his hand out of his pocket and picked up the knife from the counter again. "Unhein khulla nahi chorna chahiye."

I watched him as he brought the knife close to my leg and smiled at me. I mumbled a desperate request but he didn't stop. At first I felt a small pinch but then he slowly dragged the knife down my shin, making sure it penetrated my skin.

Before I could cry out of pain, he pressed his hand over my mouth and my painful whimpers muffled behind his cold touch. He watched the blood ooze out of the fresh wound before looking up at me again.

"Koi faida nahi hai. ab tak aana hota toh Hussain aa gaya hota," He taunted me as he removed the knife. I could see my blood on it.

"Tum humaare saath abhi, issi waqt chalogi. Aur koi humein nahi rok sakta!" He ordered, authoritatively, as he stood up. Before I could even understand what was going on, he grabbed my hand and yanked me to my feet.

"Waise bhi, tumhaare jaane ke baad Hussain se zada khush aur koi nahi hoga!" His comment broke something inside me. How true was that!

It was in that moment when I lost all control on my limbs again and Taya dragged me across the kitchen floor and through the lounge. It was like deja vu. Before every beating, before every time he locked me in the basement, he would drag me on the cold hard floor like this. Unable to do anything, I would just shiver in horror and wait for it to end.

"Pakeezah?" A hushed whisper was enough to snap me out of my nightmare. My feet halted instantly just before Taya could drag me out through the main door. My head snapped in the direction of the staircase and ray of hope lit up in my heart.

"Hussain!" I cried out, feeling relieved, as I tried to yank my hand out of Taya's grip.

"What's going on?" Hussain rushed towards us, staring at me in horror and confusion, "Kya ho raha hai yahan."

"Hum isse wapis le jaane aaye hein. Tumhein azaad karne aaye hein!" Taya told Hussain, who frowned in response.

Something got stuck in my throat for a moment as fear washed over me. What if he lets him take me away? I had never felt so scared in my life before. Not even when Taya was dragging me out of the house. Not before any of the beatings. Not even when I lost my parents.

"I don't want to go!" I cried out again as I tried pulling my hand out of Taya's grip. I looked at Hussain, still struggling to pull my hand.  "Hussain please, main kahi door chali jaungi. I will never show you my face again but please don't do this to me. Mujhe nahi jaana inke saath."

"Iss larki se azaadi chahte the na tum. Aaj mil rahi hai. Aur waise bhi, yeh shadi tumaare career ki sabse badi problem hai! And you know that!" Taya reminded Hussain.

Hussain's frown deepened, like he was actually almost convinced with what Taya was saying.

"Nahi," I shook my head, begging this time, "please aise mat karo, Hussain. Yeh mujhe maar daalenge! Please mujhe bacha lo! I promise tumhein phir kabhi apni shakal nahi dikhaungi main! Kaheen door chali jaungi. Apne haathon se gala daba dena mera! Par aisa mat karo mere saath."

I winced when Taya tightened his grip around my arm. My hand was beginning to turn white due to lack of blood circulation.

"Ghar chalo Pakeezah," Taya spoke again, his voice laced with authority. My toes curled, as I resisted the urge of digging them deep into the floor.

"Nahi!" I screamed as loud as I could this time, "nahi hai woh mera ghar! Nahi jaungi main!"

For a moment there I managed to yank my wrist out of his grip but Taya quickly grabbed my upper arm again and pulled me closer, forcing me to look into his eyes.

"Tumhein chalna parega!" Taya shouted at me this time, glaring at me, and my entire body shook. It was that look he gave me the first time I had cried and the next day I woke up with hardly any hair on my head.

My entire body shivered as I looked at hussain, pleading for one last time.

"Hussain please," I begged again, "woh Mujhe maar daalenge."

"Soch hai tumhaari," Taya scoffed in a mocking tone, rolling his eyes at me as a faint smirk appeared on his lips, "pagalo jaisi baatein mat karo. Tumhein maar kar mujhe kya milega?"

Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks again as My mind wondered what else he might do it me. For a moment I felt like I had no energy left in me to fight. I couldn't pull my arm anymore or even remotely try to push myself away from Taya. My eyes settled on my Husband who was doing nothing to save me.

Like he wanted me to go!

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OH NO!!

Just had to leave you wondering! I am evil. mwuahaha.

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