Author pov

     Shehnaaz came out of washroom after changing into something comfortable like floor length blood red colour silk nightgown with lace around neckline and borders of grown. It has thin straps as name of sleeves but her inner gown was covered with same colour robe which she was wearing over it

     She let her hair open and run hand through them slowly opening curls that she did in morning before putting them in messy bun. After doing her little skincare she came out of closet and at same time her husband also entered room

     She locked eyes with him who did same and set down at edge of bed to take off his shoes while his gaze checks his wife out. Shehnaaz couldn't help but roll her eyes and set down in her bistaar which was her lovely sofa. She pulled duvet over her body and grabbed her phone from table to scroll through Facebook or Instagram

    He stands up to make his way towards closet and get changed into something casual. She hissed and pushed his hand away when he patted her cheeks on his way. She heard him chuckle as he closed door of closet behind

"Psycho ho kya ap!" She shouted getting irritated and angrily pulled covers over her "Ajeeb pagal admi!" She murmured

   She was now comfortably watching reels and smiling when she got call from someone. Her friend whom she told she will hang out other day and literally vanished, non of her friends actually knows what's her situation right now only one knows who's calling her she just told others she's here on vacation because she doesn't know how to break this news to them

   She was supposed to build her career in fashion designing. She was to be top fashion designer in whole country than she was to marry out of love. Her life has changed dramatically

"Yeh mustafa kon hai?" Deep voice behind her spoke. His breath fan across her neck and goosebumps rise on skin of her body

"Jo bhi ho apko kya" She said and was about to press red button to decline call but he snatched it from her hands

"Kya kya kar rahe ho ap-"

   He covered her mouth instantly with his large hand making her eyes wide. She tried to reach for her phone but he answered it and pulled it away from her

"Hello? Shehnaaz kahan gayab ho yaar! Na call attend kar rahi ho na text ka reply!" Boy on other side of call spoke with worry in his tone

    Sidharth poke his inner cheek getting pissed by idea of some guy visiting her house. His eyes took shade darker while looking at his wife who was still struggling. He harshly pushed her further into sofa making her back hit back of sofa. He kept his one knee beside her thigh and got dangerously close her face. She gulped

    She stopped struggling and looked at him with big eyes. He brought phone closer his mouth while keeping eyes on his wife

"And who the fuck are you call my wife?" His manly voice made guy frown in confusion. Shehnaaz protest was muffled by his hand over her mouth

"Shehnaaz kahan hai and is she okay?" Mustafa's voice seems to get serious as he understood he's speaking to husband of her friend with whom she was arranged into marriage

"She's perfectly fine" Sidharth answered glaring down at his wife

"Mujhse use baat krni hai pass her phone" Mustafa's chill voice made him scoffed at audacity of some guy telling him to do something. Mustafa sighed hearing scoffed of man on other side of phone

"What's point in forcing someone into marriage she doesn't even like you everyone deserves to chose partners they desire" Mustafa blurt out

"You should talk about liking and disliking after seeing how she reacts when I'm touching her" A playful smirk made way to his lips as he winked at his wife who's glared at him

"After she gets divorce from you we will figure out if she reacts same to my touch as well" Mustafa decided to be brave

Shehnaaz's knows mustafa only joked to anger Sidharth but shiver ran down het spine when shade of her husband's eyes took darker as he gripped on phone tighter

"Run. Mustafa you better run as fast as you could kyun ke agar mere hath agaye tum tab tumhe nahi tumhare pure khandan ko zinda dafan karoga Lahore ki gaaliyo mein" With that he hung up phone with eyes on Shehnaaz and finally let go of her face

"What-"

She flinched when her phone was thrown across room furiously and it landed on white tile shattering device into hundred pieces. Her eyes grew bigger as she watched her phone damaged, she pushed him off her with anger within her but it compares nothing to wrath he was feeling right now

"It is never happening keep that out of your dumb head Shehnaaz before I do it for you and you won't like my way of doing it" His flaming eyes fixed on hers who's were getting filled with tears out of anger and frustration she was feeling

"Kya karoge maroge! Do it phir bhi mein jaane ki he baat karugi the day I get it my way mein is ghar mein ek pal nahi rukugi!" She matched his tone

He took intimidating steps towards her making her take step back until she falls back on couch. His huge figure hover over her tinny one and he held on arm of sofa and one over her head with his darken gaze stuck on her face which she has lower because of how close he was. She didn't look at him

"Wo din ayega he nahi" He promised. She slowly tilted her head with few strands falling on her forehead and lifted her watery eyes filled with hatred to meet his cold eyes

"Mein wo din layu gi aur agar kisi ne mujhe us din rokne ki koshish ki khuda ki qasam sare ghar ko aag laaga doongi" She also promised with rage

He watched her knowing she can do it only she can do something this crazy. He moved little back from her and picked up jug of water from table with calmness, she watched him with her expressions not changing for once until he poured cold water in jug over her head slowly making her gasp

"Zyda gussa bhara haina tum mein thandi hojao" He spoke casually

He kept back jug on coffee table and without sparing her another glance he walked out of room slamming door behind

Shehnaaz set there in silence for while before pushing her wet hair up. She stood up and made her way inside washroom but instead of washing face or changing she filled small bucket with water and came back in room to throw water over his whole bed. If he can play she can as well

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Sidharth leaned against his black colour Land Cruiser with cigarette between his fingers. His eyes were on fields in front of him but his mind was somewhere else. Someone dare to tell him how he's gonna have his wife after she divorced him

He opened his phone to call someone because his hand was inching to beat the shit out of guy named mustafa and for that he needs to know where that motherfucker lives. And before he could dial number message popped on his screen

Maya:
I'm going on date

He sighed out heavily and kept cigarette between his lips. Like he cares and ignore that text but another popped right after

Maya:
Are you jealous isliye
reply nahi derahe haina

He once did mistake same as Zain and went for girl from well known family instead of some prostitute, he didn't know she was emotional fuck now she won't leave him even after rejection multiple times. She has no self respect for herself and it was pain in ass

Sidharth:
Yes very much I am fuming in anger
that can't type anymore

Even she knows he's being sarcastic. He met her at wedding of her elder sister, she was aware of having zero chances with him since she knows their rule of not marrying out of caste

Maya:
Biwi kya mil gayi mujhe
toh bhool ge gaye

Sidharth:
Yahi plan tha
originally

Maya:
Is she better
than me?

He really hates her so much but will he tell any other woman and let his wife down? Never. But will she do same? He saw trailer hour ago when her friend decided to speak bullshit

Sidharth:
Yes. Better than
every living
and dead
woman

He groan when she was now calling him but since he has nothing better to do he picked up while flicking his cigarette making ash drop on muddy ground

"Karachi kab arahe ho?" Maya's voice was replica of Catherine ZetaJones

"Monday" He spoke

"Great. I'll be seeing you right?" She asked with anticipation. He hummed before hanging up call