Ok, so I got 99 votes on the last chapter and here is the new chapter. Please be ready. Also, this story is to take an even more darker turn in the future. So,...do not read if you can't handle some situations.

Situations like one more bad character in her life. He is not introduced yet but he will soon be making his entry. And, you people will know.

"Kamran..." Fiza stuttered but before she could resist Kamran told her.

"Keep on walking. I don't want a scene here." Fiza didn't know how she was to save herself. She feared leaving with him but didn't have anyway.

"Please, Kamran..." Fiza stopped walking when they reached the parking. And, it was enough for Kamran to pull her hair and seethe.

"Are you trying to report me? Are you!" Kamran yelled in Hindi and Fiza writhed in pain.

"No, no...please, Kamran. You are hurting me."

"I will show you what hurt mean, Fiza. I will show you. Tell me what did you write here? I don't know fucking Hindi. And, why the hell would you write Hindi to pass it to a white guy? You better not lie to me for what's written in here or I..." He was about to punch her when Fiza yelled. "He...he asked me to write something in Hindi. And, I did..." Fiza didn't know what else to say.

"Why? How could you start talking to a guy the moment I left you and did he dare to touch your hand?" Fiza pressed her mouth and tried to breathe. She had her face hidden in her shoulder but Kamran wouldn't let go of his hard grip on her hair.

"Please, forgive me." Fiza knew if he gets to know that she left the house in the middle of the night. It would be more of a problem.

But her apology only made him lose his mind. "Did you really?...were you seducing him? Are you planning to fucking leave me? Are you looking for someone younger?" He dug his fingers over her chin and jerked her head violently. Fiza was sobbing with her scalp on fire and tried not to lose her balance. She got her grip on his wrist more. But he won't let go of her hair under her scarf which was losing its grip now.

Her sight was blurry with tears. She tried to resist his grip but knew she didn't have any way out. "Ah...Kamran please...please let go. Please...ah...ah...it hurts. I wasn't talking to him. He...he walked to me...please"

"And, you will fucking fuck anyone walking to you. Won't you?" Kamran was yelling in Hindi. And, each word burned Fiza's ear.

"Please...don't..." She pleaded.

Kamran dragged her to their car mercilessly without losing his grip on her head. Opening the back door Kamran pushed her into the car before getting into the car over her. And, before Fiza could register anything he punched her face making her cry out loud. "Ah! no, no, no..." She pleaded in the Hindi language.

Kamran started choking her with his hand around her neck all the while hitting her head into the seat.

Her scarf got messed up and he was quick to pull the scarf out all the while pulling a few strands of her hair along. Fiza tried to get his hold loose around her neck but couldn't. The resistance from her side only made him more violent. "What else do you want? Why can't you be satisfied? Why!" Kamran yelled this time in English. He got his hold around her windpipe even stronger.

"Do you think you can escape me? Do you think I will let you go?"

"Aaaaa..." Fiza pleaded without a sound when Kamran started punching her guts.

And, the moment she knew it was her end she found him out of the car. She was in too much pain to take notice of the commotion. But when she opened her eyes she found two men beating Kamran.

Fiza tried to breathe holding her waist. Her lip was busted open and her hair was a mess now. She had her knee-length hair all the way down when she made her way out of the car. She was a sobbing mess but was scared wondering if they were attacked.

"Don't...don't..." She wonders who these people are but seemed to be going down when she felt a pair of hands around her arms. She opened her eyes and noticed the same guy before. Jolting her out of her unconscious state.

"You..." She questioned disgusted.

"Are you ok? Do you want to report him?"

"Leave me," Fiza demanded and Mike let her go but tried to make sure she doesn't fall and kept his hands close.

"Why are you...attacking us?" Fiza asked him and could already notice Kamran trying to get up. The other man now came to her too. "Are you ok, love? God? You need to get it checked." That other guy was about to touch her mouth when she flinched.

"Please let us go. Do you want money?"

"Why would we want money? We helped you. We literally saved your life." Mike said while his friend who couldn't get Fiza's accent asked Mike. "You can get what is she saying?"

"Wait?" Mike told his friend Jackson before looking at Fiza.

"If he is beating you. You need to report him. To the police. Or he is only going to hurt you."

Fiza only looked at him weirdly before telling him. "I don't want any help coming from you. You better make your distance..."

Kamran started limping his way to them and when he was almost there Jackson came standing in front of him. "You want more!" Jackson asked but Mike told him. "Wait, Jackson."

"It seems she doesn't want any help. Let them go." Mike took a step back but Jackson looked at Mike before looking at Kamran and warned him. "If you touched her again. I will come back. I will know. You hear me. I will know."

Fiza was quick to walk to Kamran and held him. And, Mike looked at Fiza disappointed before telling her. "We had to intervene. It was only your business if it was at home." But then he looked at Kamran and told him. "If I ever found her walking out with a swollen eye. I will find you."

"I am going to report you two. I will report you." Jackson told them.

"Why not we call a cop and get this girl checked for any domestic violence?" But Kamran was quick to cut off.

"This girl is my wife. Get in the car now." Kamran told Fiza who limped her way into the car. Fiza was too puzzled by the situation and didn't realize it was the legit help coming to her way. She only found two men arguing with Kamran for five more minutes not knowing what they meant or wanted.

Kamran was quick to get into the car and drive away. Fiza felt her insides swollen. She was overwhelmed and shivered fearing Kamran. The realization that soon they will be home and Kamran could hurt her had her moving in her seat. Kamran had his eye and mouth swollen too. He had to spit blood out several times on the way.

To her relief, he didn't say anything rude or hurt her on the way. But she couldn't help but feel Kamran will hurt her once they are home. She was having a panic attack and constantly struggled to breathe.

She never once realized Kamran will consider her responsible for his injuries. In her view, they both were attacked by those boys who she couldn't understand what they meant.

Several times she thought to talk to Kamran but her fear got the best of her. Kamran pulled the car in front of the building and walked out leaving her alone in the car. Fiza opened the door and walked out slowly. She made her way up to the apartment fearing what was waiting for her. But the moment she took the corner she found Kamran standing at the door waiting for her.

"Did you find anyone on the way? Who could help you?" Even the words were enough to make her eyes wet.

"G...I never cheated on you. I...will never cheat on you."

"We will make sure of it," Kamran said making Fiza static in the hallway. She feared going in.

"You...you are hurt too. Let me help you?" Fiza offered.

"Am I the one who needs help right now?" Kamran asked,

"G...I will never do this again. I will never talk to anyone, ok? I..." She started crying profusely. Hoping he took pity on her. She was helpless.

Kamran took a side on the door and Fiza bit her lip hard. Walking ever so slowly that Kamran had to hold her wrist to pull her in. "G!..." Fiza yelled out of fear and welcomed a punch in her ribs. Kamran had her in place holding a fist full of her hair.

"Please,...please..."

"Please what? Is this what I deserve for feeding you? Now I will have to get beaten up by your lovers?" Saying this he hit her head into the wall. "Ahh..."

The walls echoed with her cry for help but no one came. Kamran kept her head there before hissing. "Did they fuck you? Did they take turns on you? I was away for a while. Wasn't I?"

"No,...please no. I am...am not like this. Kamran, you know me. Don't you?"

"Yea, you have given me quite an idea of what you are today." Kamran hissed hitting her head into the wall again before pulling her hair and jerking her head to him.

"Kamran no, I...I swear on my God. I didn't. I don't even know them. I don't know why..."

"Why would anyone risk hitting someone in this country? That too for a girl like you. Have you seen your face in the mirror? It had to be you giving favours to them. Did you suck them? Did you suck on their penises?"

Fiza cried profusely. She was broken at that moment. Completely shattered.

Kamran pushed her to the floor and Fiza was quick to look at him and get back. "Please, don't do this. Please...I don't know them. I am...I am only yours. And, you know that."

"Remove your shirt, NOW!" Fiza jumped before she started stripping. She was sobbing hard but didn't let her hands stop for a moment. But seeing him removing his belt afterwards she gulped. "Please...please...G. Not the belt...it hurts. I will do whatever you ask. I promise, Kamran. It hurts. My ribs are hurting too badly. My head..."

"You think I am not hurt? Do I deserve a wife like you? I want to remove all of it they have touched. You earned it." Fiza shook her head. "No," And, the moment he rose his hand to hit her she got up from the floor and ran for the bathroom almost instinctively. She closed the bathroom door with her shivering fingers and cried profusely sinking down.

She jumped when Kamran banged and kicked on the door. "Get the fuck out of here. You hear me!"

"What! Are you washing yourself from down there? Is this what you are, Fiza? Two men fucked you when your husband was sick. Did you believe I won't be able to keep you when I am sick? Is this the reason?" Fiza pressed her hands over her ears and sobbed harder.

"Please...please, no." Fizza cried profusely. Holding her knees to her chest she pressed her back to the door and shook violently. Kamran kept banging on the door for a while before he gave up. And, Fiza fearing his anger didn't open the door until it was very late in the night.

She didn't breathe coming out of the bathroom. And, only let out her breath when she spotted him sprawled on the bed. For a moment the urge to run out of there was strong. But then she knew only more trouble will be awaiting her. She dressed and spend the whole night sitting on the floor leaning against the kitchen wall. She hated how she believed her family will do something for her. The feeling of helplessness was cutting her deep. Being at the mercy of others was nothing new to her. She had been slapped before by her brothers or sisters. But nothing compared to Kamran.

Kamran

The name had become a terror for her. She still remembered how he treated her at the airport. At that time she believed he was indifferent. Only if she knew...

You were always out of options, Fiza. Always. Her inner voice echoed.

Fiza couldn't believe but recall all the times when her siblings told her how they only meant well. For every discipline she used to get at the pretext of her own well-being was nothing but a façade. She could see it through now. No one ever cared for her.

But then her mother's face made her blink. Her hands longed to touch her.

"Maa,..." She knew her mother will be devastated learning about her situation. She will die in a minute.

Fiza inhaled sharply. A sharp pain arose at the pit of her stomach. She wouldn't want her mom to know any of it. Not ever.

Run Fiza. Just run out of here. You will figure it out. What if you find Abhan? What if he helps out getting you back to India?

She winced at the thought. She wonders why he will help her without any return. No one helps if it doesn't benefit them. At least, this much she has learned. And, then Fiza recalled all the times when her mother told her how important it is for a woman to have a man's support. It could either be her father, brother, husband, or son.

Fiza bit her lip wondering what could happen if she ends up having Kamran's child. She couldn't let it happen but there was only so little she could do. She worried about what little she could do to improve her situation. What could help her accept it?

Fiza thought of a woman who used to get beaten by her husband in their neighbourhood back in India. Mentioning her or her state was taboo for any unmarried girl. They were always told they don't know much. Everyone believed if she was fed and housed she should compromise. Fiza never imagined ending up like her. But now she knew why that girl would spend most of her time at someone else's place. Because right now Fiza too didn't want to stay anywhere Kamran was.

At five in the morning, she offered her morning prayer and started making a good breakfast for Kamran. She wonders what she could do for the wrong accusations he was blaming her for. His words kept repeating in her thoughts. She wonders how could he speak such a language. That too with her?

Maybe I should talk to him. What can I get by being silent? I had to tell him he is doing me wrong. Even if he doesn't decide to listen to it. My silence is only making it worse. For how long I will mourn over the fact that he is what he is?

She literally had no words to label him. There were no words for men like him in India. At least she wasn't told of any.

She made some coffee for him and was perplexed waiting for him. She knew he will wake up at any moment. She literally jumped listening to him groaning when he woke up. Her breathing accelerated while her eyes remained focused on the door.

But the moment he walked out and looked at her. She knew she wasn't ready for the rage she found in his eyes. Nothing could convince her to be a punching bag. "You!" Even with his limp, he was ready to charge at her.

"Kamran, I did nothing wrong. Kamran!" She cried out loud when he pulled her hair with his right hand and jerked her face up screaming at her face.

"How dare you avoid me! Do you really think you have any other way?"

"Kamran, please...please...I didn't know them. I don't know why they attacked you. Why are you hurting me? What have I done wrong..." Kamran slapped her across her face and only pulled her hair more to jerk her head to his face.

"You really thought you can have any man's attention. Didn't you? I could see the lust in your eyes for those younger men. Deny it!" Every word from his mouth was like acid dripping at her heart.

"No, I swear no. Please...please don't talk to me like this. I am not used to such language." She said the last of it firmly looking into his eyes.

"What the fuck is it? How dare a woman like you talk to me looking into my eyes? Deny that letter too. Weren't you trying to report me?"

"Kamran I wrote that letter for my family. I thought I will convince you to post it while we are out. I haven't talked to them ever since. Why will I write a letter in Hindi to communicate with a white guy? Think..."

"Shut up! Do you think you are smart? Or..." A moment of realization passed his face.

"Were you telling your family about us?" And, fear in Fiza's eyes was quick to give her away. "I..." Her lower lip shook violently.

"You want to get away from me? Where will you go, Fiza? To your first husband?"

Fiza was quick to shake her head. "Ka...Kamran G...please let me go. I...I don't think I can live with you. I tried but..."

"Do you think anyone wants to live with you? What kind of man do you think I am? A random man gets me a letter saying my wife is cheating on me. What do you think would have happened to you if we were in India? I would have slit your throat first and then investigate the matter. Tell me what I SHOULD BE DOING FIZA! HOW SHOULD I REACT? AND, NOW IS IT ON ME?" Kamran pushed her to the floor and her elbow hit the floor first. "Ah..." Fiza shivered realizing they were on the same spot where he belted her last time.

"But I am innocent, G. Why are you..."

"Yea, you are innocent! You are innocent of telling your husband to leave you. Why don't you stop being clueless, Fiza? This is your reality now. I am your worldly God. Am not I?" Fiza shook her head in denial as if asking him to not hit her.

"Yes,...but...but...I can't do this anymore." She held her hands in front of him. "...let me go, please,"

"Leave you for who? You are mine. And, I don't want to leave my wife. I never leave my wife. Do you know what I should be doing? I should be teaching you to whom you belong."

"Kamran..." She pleaded and tried to get back. Only to get her back plastered with the cabinets. She got her eyes still when she found him stripping out of his clothes. "Kamran no, Kamran G...please, no..."

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