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He leaned down to hold her right wrist and started pulling her to the other side. Fiza was shivering but held her knees to her chest fast. She tried to pull her wrist out of his hold only for him to pull her even more savagely. "Please..." She pleaded but the moment she found she could run she tried to get up only for Kamran to pull her hair and throw her on the floor over her face. "Maa..." She writhed in pain but was disgusted finding Kamran approaching her back. "G? No!"

Holding her hair he banged her head on the floor making her go dizzy. She wanted to touch her head to feel it but could sense him pulling her trousers down. Only helpless sobs left her mouth while he mercilessly tried to violate her rear.

And, once getting his way gritted in her ear, "This is your reality now. I have all the rights to your body. And, you should be giving it to me like a good woman. Or do you want to get on the streets? And, fucked by dirty dicks? Huh? Agh..." He kissed her temple making Fiza close her eyes tightly. She bit her mouth when he went on her more aggressive. "You know what you are right? You are a used woman now. I am fucking you. Do you think any other man will ever accept you wholeheartedly? You got a life ahead of you Fiza. And, you better spend it like a good woman. Under one man. I am your man." His voice was coming out laboured while his hot breaths on her side face were burning her soul.

"Give in to me. Submit to me, you bitch!" He straightened himself and pushed her shirt over her head to make her back all naked to his eye. She was bleeding through her ass but he only smiled. "Be a good girl. Just like this. Stay still..." Kamran held her thighs and hummed in ecstasy. "...if you want to use this mind of yours. Use it to make me happy. Use it to avoid making it hard for us. Remember, Fiza. Whenever you make me upset. I will fuck your attitude out of your butthole. Do you hear me?" Fiza only remained silent. And, could feel his hands rubbing and pulling her as he pleased.

Fearing he would do it again she apologized. "I am sorry. Please forgive me."

"I will make you sorry. It's not your Fiza. It is all mine. It should be mine. Get this straight in your head. I am your family now. And, if any of your brothers ever came here to pick you up. I swear to kill him and go to jail. Do you want this to happen?" Fiza didn't react to this one. She knew she didn't have to worry about it. No one will ever come for her.

Someone knocked on their door and Kamran straightened up.

"What! Are you planning to stay like this your whole life?" Kamran hissed making Fiza's hand come to life when she held her shirt down. She slowly tried to sit down but closed her eyes feeling the sharp pain in her rear. "Get fucking dressed now!" Fiza hurriedly dressed herself too before trying to get to her scarf.

Kamran was already in his jeans and was panting when he walked to the door. "Who is this?" He said before opening it.

And, it was the building manager. "We need to check a leak in your apartment. It is leaking to..."

"Now is not the right time."

"You don't pay me enough to give you the right time. I don't have any other time. Get aside." Fiza was clueless about what they were talking about. The man had an English accent.

Fiza slowly walked to her room and seeing Fiza walked to the room Kamran nodded. "Fine, but make it quick."

Kamran opened the door wide while the building manager nodded to the mechanic who was still getting his things done. Kamran who hadn't seen the mechanic was shocked when he turned around and found Mike walking to his kitchen. "You! How dare you!"

"Oh...how your face doing man. I did quite a number on it. Didn't I?" Mike remarked.

"You know what? Stay here. I will call the police right away." Kamran warned.

"Will you? Because I am sure your wife will be a mess to show now."

"You!" Kamran yelled.

"Stop it!" The manager warned and looked at both of them.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"This man..." Mike started but Kamran was quick to cut him off.

"He can't stand at my place. You better come with another mechanic." Kamran told the manager but Mike was quick to look around. "Where is she?"

"Who?" The manager asked,

"His wife."

"What?" The manager knew Mike wasn't lying when he looked at Kamran.

"You said your wife is dead. You were supposed to tell if another person was living here. These are the rules. But..." The manager recalled he always had a padlock on his door. "...don't tell me you leave her here locked? What if a fire breaks out? Nobody will ever know she needs help."

"I was about to tell you about her. I married recently. She has just moved in. You can tell the place is the same. She hasn't even unpacked her stuff."

"Oh, I should have guessed seeing this place clean. I suspect she hasn't moved in recently, Kamran. Who can clean this dumpster in a day or two...well, you better bring her down in the evening. I would like to put her on the register. And, God forbid if I found her in locked again. She has to have a way to call for help if a fire breaks out..."

"Of course, she needs help," Mike recalled what ensued last night's trouble. "...ask him to show his wife now. He was beating the shit out of her in the parking lot yesterday when Jackson and I..."

"Mike, that's not our matter if they are husband and a wife. You better stay out of it." The manager warned Mike and Kamran only got more courage.

"The next time you look at my wife I will kill you. He is lying, Mr. Ford. He came at my wife at the clinic and we..."

"Enough of it. Did I ask you about your wife? You better bring her visa and passport. And, the proof of your marriage." Mr. Ford said and Kamran nodded, "Fine,"

Mike rolled his eyes before he started walking to his bedroom all the while announcing for the sake. "I need to see the bathroom!" It was evident he didn't.

"Wait!" Kamran roared while the manager followed the men telling Mike. "Mike, stop it."

Mike opened the door and for a moment his whole world came to a still. Fiza who had leaned her head on the bed. Opened her eyes all alert. Her face was blue and black.

Noticing him she quickly got her hair behind her ear all the while getting up from the floor. "What?..." Fiza questioned and Mike wondered if his actions from the last night were to blame. But he thought he was helping a man from a cheating wife.

Kamran was quick to pull Mike's jacket from his back and take him out of the room. For a moment Mike did lose his balance and got his shoulder to the wall. "I will kill you," Kamran roared but Mike this time was quick to land a punch on his jaw. And, he did his best to make sure he got it good.

"Mike!" Mr. Ford took a few steps back and let the men fight. He turned around before making a run to call for the police. Fiza wonders why this man followed them to their place. She wonders if he is here to steal something. Or trouble them again.

Only in a few punches, Mike had Kamran groaning in pain on the floor near the kitchen. On the same spot where he had Fiza a moment ago. "Kamran? Oh my God, leave him. Let him go. Leave my husband, please." Fearing an intruder's intention she yelled.

"Don't! Please, Don't!" Mike's punch got stuck in the air before he looked at her. Kamran had his head mushy inside. At least, this is what he felt.

"Please don't hurt us. Leave." Fiza had her accent different but Mike still got her.

"I..." Mike didn't know why his voice was stuck in his mouth. What it was about this girl that had him fighting with another man? He never supports women. Let alone fight for them. But then realizing she was fearing him he got his hands up. "I am not here to hurt you." He said slowly to make her understand but she only shook her head.

"We don't have anything worthy of stealing. Please leave us."

"No, you don't have to be scared. I am not a thief. I..." This time he didn't say it slowly and was eager to explain this to her. And, Fiza couldn't get a word he said.

"Stay away from me." Fiza took a step back. She looked at Kamran who was already unconscious but called for him. "Kamran!"

Mike only took a step back. He knew what he looked like with the tattoos on his neck and long hair. Even he wonders why he so wanted her not to be scared of him. After suspecting she must be going behind her husband's back Mike hated her. But now he was convinced she was trying to reach her family back in her home.

"I am here. I am not walking to you. Just relax. You see, I lost my control after seeing you." He said it slowly but it got Fiza more puzzled.

"What do you mean? What do you want?" She only took a few more steps back.

"I mean how are you looking right now? He hurt you. Didn't he?"

"Why does it concern you? Why are you interfering? Look, you better leave our place. Or I will call for help."

"You know what? Do it. Call for help. Because you didn't when he was hitting you in the parking lot. Why don't you call for fucking help now?"

Fiza couldn't get the last of his words because he didn't say it slowly. But was quick to tell him. "What do I ask help from? He is legally my husband. What can I do about it?"

"You aren't living in India. I don't know how things are there but here in the USA. You sure can do a lot..." He was cut off with the police coming and Mr. Ford was quick to get to Kamran and hold his head.

"Wajahat? Mr. Wajahat?"

Two officers were quick to get to Mike and he didn't resist. "I know I have the right to speak. Or let me call my lawyer."

"Mike, why is this you again? Did you hit this man?" One officer asked.

"Yes, we indeed got into a fight. But I was trying to help this lady here. Talk to her slowly. She is an immigrant. She understands English fine if you say it slowly for her." Mike explained.

"Miss? Can you tell..." But looking at her face the officer asked. "Who did this to you? Did Mike hurt you?" It seemed the police were already aware of Mike.

"What?" Fiza asked now very intimidated by the officer men, Mike and Mr. Ford. And, the moment she heard Kamran groaning in pain she was even more alert of her actions. Not knowing what could upset Kamran.

"Miss? Who hurt you?" The officer asked again.

"Her husband? And, I am sure he was doing a number on her when we knocked at his door." Mike added,

"So, you didn't see anything and only jumped to conclusions?" The officer who was getting a handcuff on his hand commented.

"Well, those hand marks didn't imprint themselves. Can't you see? Who would have hurt her?"

"Tell them everything, Fiza. What happened last night? We were attacked?"

Fiza looked at Kamran but didn't get what Kamran was trying to convey. But the officers were quick to pick what Kamran was trying to do.

"Don't try to be smart Jerk. Let the lady speak her mind. Miss, did your husband hit you? You only have to say it."

Fiza gulped and Mike groaned. "I told you to ask her slowly." But this time Fiza had already picked the officer's accent. It looks like Kamran could get into trouble here if she told on him.

Only the gist of her taking the matter of her home to the police was going to bring immense shame to her family name back home. Her mother will get to know about it. Parveen will create havoc at her home. And, even if she doesn't think about her family. She can't do this to herself. She can't take such private matters to the police. This culture was indeed different but her values couldn't allow her to talk about what her husband had done to her to anyone. She couldn't discuss such a private matter with anyone. Let alone, to such burly men.

"No, not my husband. He hadn't hurt me." Kamran let a breath of relief pass.

"Then who did this to you? Clearly, someone had hurt you. These marks..." Fiza couldn't help but look at Kamran for help who gestured to Mike. It widened Fiza's eyes a little before she made up a lie.

"I accompanied my husband to the clinic last night. We were attacked by a few thieves. And, when they didn't get anything. They punched us. Please let my husband go. His health isn't good. He even has a wound. Please believe me." Those last three words had a strange kind of frustration in her voice. She was desperate to make these men buy her lies. And, leave her alone because she couldn't tell the truth. The truth was such a shame.

"Tell them the truth. Or I will be charged with Felony." Mike requested but Fiza stood there motionless. Wondering what she could do.

The officers had already started taking him away while Mike kept explaining to the officers. "I saw him last night hurting his wife. It was me they met last night in the parking lot. I didn't charge at him without knowing the situation fully. I know what kind of man..." His voice only faded in the background and Fiza felt guilty. It seems something wrong has happened. But what could she do to help him? She couldn't do anything to help her situation. She was helpless. This is what she was told and has been all her life.

Mr Ford had already helped Kamran to sit on the couch and asked him. "You ok?" Kamran nodded with his eyes half open and thanked him. "I will be fine. Don't worry."

"It's fine. You can come in three days to register your wife. Take your time." Kamran nodded before resting his head on the couch. Mr Ford left nodding to Fiza who gulped before slowly following Mr. Ford and shutting the door after him.

For a moment Fiza wanted to ask Kamran what they would do to Mike but then looking at him doing fine she didn't dare. It seems he was acting more in other's presence.

"Come here," Kamran said and Fiza's stomach dropped. "G?"

"What G? Thank God you have a brain working. Don't you dare buy this Western agenda? They will get me behind bars and you will be left under the protection of strange men. Under strange men. Imagine it for a moment. Do you want that? Do your values allow you to sleep under strange men?" Kamran said all of it in Hindi meaning everything.

"But...but that man. Will he be charged wrongly?"

"Wrongly? Are you my wife or his? That man isn't feeding you, Fiza. That man isn't providing a roof over your fucking head. He hurt me! He is going to pay for the damage he caused. There is no wrong being done to him. And, I told you to walk to me. Didn't you hear me the first time?"

Fiza couldn't help the sob. It was as if it could save her. It always worked on Salma Bhabhi. She always dismissed her and stopped bashing her whenever she sobbed. How much Fiza hoped that Kamran would take pity on her.

Kamran was quick to grab her wrist the moment she was close enough and let her fall on him. "Remember one thing, Fiza. Men always want your body if they provide for you. Do you want other men in your life? What will it make of you?"

Fiza wonders why he was saying those words. But when she didn't reply he started breaking her wrist. "G! It hurts." She tried to get her wrist away only for him to stare at her mouth. "Tell me for once Fiza. Do you want to be a woman or a whore? And, stick to what you decide to be for life. Do you get me? Because you are giving me every reason to doubt your intentions. None of my wives ever had a man speaking for them. Tell me what you did for him. Did you ask for help? Did you gesture for him to help you?"

"No, no, I swear I didn't. I never asked him for any help."

"No, if you can leave the home in the middle of the night. How can I trust you? Tell me?"

"Please, forgive me."

"No, I can't. I will have to open my eyes and ears all the time with a woman like you. You can't be trusted..." Kamran held her face and pinched her mouth with force. Making an audible whimper leave her mouth.

"...if we were in India it was far more convenient to kill you and throw your body in a river for the fishes to eat than to lead a life where I will have to be suspicious of my wife."

"G? Please." Fiza tried to manage but he jerked her face. "...I am not finished, Fiza. And, don't you dare think I will let you taint my male pride? If I will have to kill you I will kill you here. Give me one more chance and I will. I will Fiza." Hot tears escaped Fiza's eyes while her whole body shook like a leaf. Her lower lip shivered violently in fear. Kamran looked horrible. Fiza was convinced he wanted to take out his pain and humiliation on her.

"I am sorry," Fiza was tired of crying too much. And, felt guilty before her God to get Mike into trouble. Kamran let go of her face with a jerk and hissed. "When was the last time you acted like my wife? Or provided me with the peace I deserve? You are a disappointment and a waste of my money..." He caught her face again making Fiza sob harder. "...not good in household chores, weak in your health, a disappointment in bed and now this. Now I will have to deal with other men because of you. Tell me, Fiza? Why do I never feel welcome in your arms? I thought you would be fine in a day or two but not for once you initiated it."

"I am sorry."Fiza pleaded. Kamran knew she feared him more than she was sorry for his pain. But after seeing how she supported him he could tell it was enough. He wanted to be feared and knew it would be enough to keep her.

Hello, I hope all of you are doing fine. I have tried not to end the chapter on a cliffhanger. But the next chapter will have a great shift in their lives.

Also, the reality behind her first divorce will blow you completely. So, do expect a great twist.

By the way, do you like Mike being in her life instead, isn't he cute? But no, he gotta be out of the picture for a long time now while other huge turmoils unfold.

All of the incidents until now are only setting an environment. A vibe that she faces at her home. The real trials and the world is waiting. Will Fiza be able to juggle between the world outside and her home? How far her naivety will take her? Will she learn and build a spine? Or how much will she have to lose to realize she only got herself?

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