Warning: keep a tissue box near you. You'll surely need it.

Aanya:

I quickly prepared the lunch. Everything I made was Hussein's favourite. I made chicken biryani and gulab jamun for dessert. After packing the lunch for both of us, I went to get ready.

This is the first time I'm going to his office. And he is the owner of this company. The great CEO. So, I need to look presentable. I decided to go with a red coloured long cut kurti and a black palazzo. The dress fitted me perfectly but not as a second skin to me to make me look inappropriate.

After getting ready, I went out and saw that Kareem was on his duty. He was surprised when I asked him to take me to Hussein's office but was quick enough to mask it and obliged to take me to Hussein's office. He said that it takes nearly thirty minutes to reach his office.

We were driving in silence. My mind was disturbed. My instincts were on alert. They were warning me. My heart was restless. I could sense something bad was going to happen.

But I shrugged it off. Maybe I'm overthinking. So, instead of thinking, I decided to enjoy the view of London. It's so beautiful. So clean yet so busy. Everyone was busy in their own world. I smiled at the people.

Soon my smile turned into a frown when I realised that Hussein never officially introduced me as his wife. Infact, he might not have told them about this marriage. I grew more and more nervous as we got closer to the destination.

After a good ten minutes, we finally reached the company. Before stepping down the car, I gave myself a pep talk saying that I can do this and I'm the wife of their boss so no one can misbehave with me.

After taking a deep breath, I stepped down the car only to choke on my breath. I'm sure my jaw was touching the floor. I couldn't help but gasp at the enormous building that stood infront of me.

My husband is working in this huge building. No, he is the owner of this building. He is the owner of this company. I could just imagine the power he held. I was overwhelmed with the thought. I felt proud of my husband.

I straightened my back and held my chin high and stepped inside the office. I had to resist the urge to let my jaw fall on to the ground once again. To say that the interior of the office was beautiful would be an understatement. Everything was marvellous.

"Excuse me, miss?" I was brought back to the reality when someone interrupted me.

I turned around to find a lady who was dressed in a formal dress, a shirt and a skirt. She had a slender figure. I think her figure is zero size. She had light yet sophisticated makeup on. But she had a frown over her face. And it was then I realised that she was waiting for me to answer her.

"Hello." I said timdily as I didn't listen to the question she asked me earlier.

"Hi madam. How can I help you?" She asked me softly.

"I came here to meet my husb- I mean, I came here to meet Hussein." I said. Her eyes slightly went wide with surprise probably because I addressed her boss with the first name.

"Okay. But you need an appointment to meet Mr. Hussein, miss-" she trailed off.

"Mrs. Hussein. But you can call me Aanya. And I came here to meet my husband." I said.

I expected her to say something in return. Atleast, I thought that she would react to my words. But she did nothing. Absolutely nothing. She remained there rooted in her place and all she did was to stare me. I shifted from one leg to other feeling uncomfortable under her gaze. Not knowing what else to do  I cleared my throat which successfully brought her out of her trance.

"Sorry, mam. Welcome to HCC Madam. I'm Mr. Hussein's assistant, Stacey. I...I will escort you to his office." She said.

"Nice to meet you Stacey. And thank you so much but you can just tell me the directions and I will find him on my own." I said, politely rejecting her offer.

"Umm, Mr. Hussein's office is on the last floor. Floor number fifty." She said.

I thanked her and proceeded towards the elevator. There were two elevators, one for the employees and the other one obviously for the employer aka Hussein.

I took the private elevator not wanting to witness people's reactions after seeing me. I pressed the level fifty and waited for the elevator to take me there. I let out a breath that came out as a whoosh as I was holding it for awhile.

It didn't take much time for me to reach the level. I stepped out and was welcomed by utter silence. There was no noise at all. I could literally hear my heart beat.

Everything was so clean and shiny as if the whole floor was newly constructed. There was one huge conference room at one side while on the other side there was small cubicle probably for Hussein's assistant.

I moved forward and saw my husband's cabin in the middle. In the middle of the door laid his name plate with his name written in golden bold italic font and under it was the CEO title. I ran my fingers over the name plate again feeling very proud of him. And why wouldn't I be proud? For his age Hussein had accomplished many things. At the age of 26, my husband, my Hussein is running his own company.

I looked at the lunch bag in my hand and grinned imagining his facial expression when will see me here. I bit my lip when the events from today crossed my mind. I could feel my cheeks growing warm and changing their colour. Not wanting to delay it any further, I slowly opened the huge door and peaked inside.

My smile wiped off from my face. All the colour and the warmth left my cheeks making them grow paler with each passing second. I felt as if someone has slapped me so hard that I couldn't bring myself to breath. I placed my hand over my throat, rubbing it vigorously, helping it to breath.

The sight infront of me was something worst than my worst nightmare. Never in my life I had thought that I would witness such thing.

There, infront of me, stood my Hussein, my husband with a lady in his arms. He had his hands wrapped around her waist while she roamed her hands all over him. They were clinging onto to each other.

"Hussein, Darling. I know that you're married to that bloody woman. I also know that she is not capable of satisfying you and give you the pleasure like I do. She is so inflexible and so rigid. Why did you even marry her? Look at you, I can literally feel how tensed you are. Come on, I will help you to get rid of the tension." She said and started to kiss his neck.

Not being able to watch them, I shut the door behind me. Fat tears were rolling down my cheeks. I was feeling like someone has ripped off my heart.

I heard the sound of heels clicking so I quickly wiped off my tears. I saw that it was the same lady who met me in the lobby. She approached me.

"Are you okay Mrs. Hussein?" She asked with a voice laced with concern.

Not able to trust my voice I simply nodded and attempted to smile at her but failed miserably. She just stared at me. I didn't want to give her any idea about my inner turmoil. After gulping a couple of times, I spoke again.

"I think Mr. Hussein is busy in a meeting. I don't want to disturb him so I'm leaving. And this is his lunch box." I said and handed it over to her.

Before she could say anything, I left that place. When I pressed the ground level button in the elevator, I saw that my hands were shaking uncontrollably. They were sweaty and cold. So cold that I could hardly feel the touch.

Tears were threatening to set free. But I blinked my eyes again and again to stop them. I can't risk anyone seeing me in such a vulnerable state. I refused to show the world what I was going through.

As soon as I reached the ground floor, I rushed out of the building where Kareem was already waiting for me. I heard him gasp at me but he knows very well when not to intervene. He simply opened the door for me to slide in.

Once I was seated in the car where no one could see me, I let my tears to flow freely. I let out a sob as the scene from earlier crossed my mind. I covered my mouth with my hand to muffle my sobs. My kurti was soaked with the tears.

"Are you alright, child?" Kareem asked, reminding me that I wasn't alone in the car.

"Y..yes. I'm fine. Pp.. please take me back." I said trying to control the shakiness in my voice. I bit my lip to stop it from quivering.

We both didn't say anything after that. I stared blankly out of the window with my tears leaving a trail of the wet stains over my face. No matter how much I try I couldn't just stop them.

Today morning, I was so happy. I was praising my life. I was the one who said that life is beautiful but now look at me all broken and hurt. I'm an emotional mess right now.

"Child, we have reached home." Kareem said bringing me out of my thoughts.

Home!!

This is not my home. I misunderstood that this was my home. I wiped off the tears and the stains before stepping down the car. I slowly walked inside the house with Kareem behind me. From my peripheral vision, I saw that Ruby who came excitedly out of the kitchen, halted in her steps after seeing me in this state. I could feel their gaze on me but I couldn't bring myself to meet their gaze. So I simply went towards our room.

After stepping inside the room, I closed the door behind me and leaned onto it. The ache in my heart intensified as the images of Hussein and that lady crossed my mind. His sweet words rang in my mind.

I love you Jaan!

No.

You're my life, heart!

No. No.

I'm hopelessly in love with you!!

Liar! Liar! Liar!

I fell on to my knees and let out a scream. I clutched my kurti over my chest as the pain intensified. I hit my chest with my fist trying to get rid of the pain. My tears were flowing uncontrollably. It became hard for me to breath. I looked up with teary eyes and shouted.

"Why?! What did I ever do to deserve this, Allah? Why is this happening to me?! Allah, tell me. Please." I questioned my lord and wailed.

"I loved him with all my heart despite of everything. I trusted him even after knowing to what extent he can go to destroy a person's life. Why does this always happens to me?" I screamed.

"How could you do this Hussein? How? You said that you loved. You said that I was your life then how can you cheat on me? I gave everything to you Hussein. My heart, my body, my soul every single thing. But what am I getting in return? "

"Betrayal!! How can you cheat on me when you claimed that you loved me? How can you, Hussein? How can you do that to me?! All I wanted was love from you. I wanted to be the apple of your eye. "

"Am I such a bad person? Am I not a beautiful girl? Why does everyone hate me? Why is that I should always give love to others? And why can't I get the same love from others? Why can't they reciprocate my feelings? Why do people always use and throw me as if I'm a used tissue paper? Why is that I always get hurt at the end of the day?"

"Ya Allah!! How long will I be punished like this? How long are you going to test my patience? How many more people are going to play with my heart and with my feelings? How many times am I going to get hurt? Is loving someone wholeheartedly a grave mistake? Is that why I'm being punished like this? Tell me?!" I questioned my almighty again.

"I can't take this pain anymore. It's hurting. It's hurting alot. I just can't do this. Please someone help me. Help me to get out of this things. Please someone take away this pain. Please. I beg you. Ya Allah. Please help me!!" I cried while hitting my forehead.

All those sweet words. All those promises. All those make out sessions. All those sweet little gestures. All those caresses. All those concerned filled words. Everything was a lie. Everything was an act. An act he played so well that I fell into his trap and gave my heart to him.

I slapped myself repeatedly at my stupidity. I slapped myself for being such an easy person. I slapped myself for letting my heart and my feelings to dominate my sane side. I slapped myself for being an emotional fool. I slapped myself for loving him. I slapped myself until I couldn't feel my hands touch due to numbness.

I cried and cried until there were no tears left in my eyes. How can I be so naive? How can I believe such a person so blindly? But I can't blame myself for believing him for he was an excellent actor. I'm sure no one could have doubted his intentions.

After all my energy drained out, I got up from the floor and went to the washroom. There, standing infront of the mirror I looked at myself. My face and hands were stinging. They turned into deepest shade of red. My face had marks of my fingers due to repeated slapping. The skin on my left cheek was cut and I could see faint traces of blood. My eyes were so red and puffy as if I were high on weed.

My reflection stared back at me. My eyes held no emotion. They were blank and cold as if they were lifeless. I slowly moved towards the shower while stripping of my clothes. I didn't even bother to pick them up. Not that I was in the state to think about it.

I hopped into the shower and turned the shower on. I set the water at hot and allowed it to burn my skin. Even though I felt the pain I couldn't care less about it. Because the pain through which my heart was going through was more painful than the physical one.

I stayed there in the shower until the water turned cold. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. Not sparing a glance at me, I directly went into the closet and changed into my clothes. Again I didn't look at myself in the mirror. I was scared to look at myself. I was scared because if I ever looked, then, I might start hating myself. I might hate myself for the condition I'm in right now.

Suddenly, I heard some commotion downstairs. I heard someone yelling my name. I frowned as there was no one who would call for me. I grabbed my stole and ran downstairs. I was at the last step when I halted in my steps.

"Aanya, meri bacchi (my daughter)!!" my mother cried out opening her arms for me.

All the built up frustration, all the pain, all those bitter events came rushing down making me an emotional mess. I immediately ran towards my mom and flung my arms around her, hugging her tightly.

"Ammi!!" I started to sob into her chest. I was literally wailing like a baby who was forced to stay away form her mom.

"Meri bacchi. I'm sorry my baby. I'm so sorry." She said and hugged me back and cried her heart out. I didn't know why she was saying sorry. All I knew was my mom was here, my family was here when I needed them the most.

I felt a hand over my head. I looked up with teary eyes to see that my father was caressing my head.

"Papa!!" I cried out and immediately hugged him coming out of my mom's warm embrace.

"I'm sorry Aanya. I'm sorry I couldn't fulfill the duty of father." He said making me scowl at him.

I broke the hug and saw that both my mom and even my dad had tears in their eyes. My eyes went wide in shock. I quickly wiped off their tears.

"Why are you guys crying? And why are you saying sorry? And papa how can you say that you didn't fulfill your duty as father when you're the best father in the world? Don't ever say like that. I'm blessed with the best parents in the world." I scolded him while sniffing.

"No, meri bacchi. We are not the best parents in the world. We are the worst parents. We destroyed our child's life with our own hands. We are sorry Annu." Ammi said while sobbing.

"But why didn't you tell us about him? We could have done anything to save you -" I cut off my father.

"What are you guys talking about you? What is it that I didn't tell you?" I asked them.

"About Hussein. About what happened in that party. About this marriage." Papa said. My eyes widened at their words.

"Wh...what do you mean?" I asked them. I exactly knew what they were talking about but I refused to acknowledge their words and the meaning behind their words.

"You know what we are talking about Aanya. We know that Hussein didn't marry you out of love. We know that he forced you into this marriage. We know how he blackmailed you by telling that he would destroy Ansari's life. And how helpless you were and accepted his proposal." My father said.

"H.. how?" I asked them. I couldn't find any words to speak to them.

"We saw that party's video in which he forcibly kissed you and you slapped him. Actually, your brother and Rehan came across this video tape. We were shocked when we saw it. Initially we thought that maybe Hussein forgot about it and maybe he really wanted to marry you out of love. But then Alina and Tina both of them told us how Hussein blackmailed you to marry him just to avenge his insult."

"It was really hard for us to believe their words for we have seen love in his eyes for you. But when we gave it thought we released that indeed Hussein must have forced you into this marriage otherwise you wouldn't have said yes so immediately as we all knew that you wanted to study further." Ammi replied to me.

"Aanya, please tell us what actually happened between the two of you?" My father asked me.

I just looked at him not knowing what to do. Hussein and I, we both were over this revenge thing. We both decided that's it's best to bury the secret and move on.

"Aanya tell me bacche." My mom pleaded me while holding my hands.

Not wanting to meet their gaze I kept my gaze on the floor. I was about to lie them. I was about to take Hussein's stand but then I realised that Hussein is cheating on me. I realised that Hussein might have lied about his love for me. I didn't felt the need to defend him.

I decided that I won't hide anything from my parents. So, I told them everything. Right from the kiss in the party to how he blackmailed me into marrying him. I told them how he left me alone in the airport when we first came here. I, literally told them everything. But I just couldn't bring myself to tell them about him cheating on. Despite of everything, my heart stopped me from commenting on that thing. So I just chose to remain calm.

"Enough is enough now. Annu, I won't let you stay in this hell anymore. We are going back to India right now. I can't let my daughter suffer like this. I made the mistake by trusting that man but I won't commit another mistake now. You're coming with us to India. You will leave this place and Hussein forever." My father said.

"W...what do you mean, papa?" I stuttered.

"What I meant is that, you're going to divorce Hussein." He said.

I felt as if someone stole the earth from underneath my legs. Suddenly, I felt dizzy and I lost the strength from my legs. My legs buckled and I sat on the couch with a thud.

"Aanya!! Are you alright?" My mom who immediately came towards grabbing my hand to support me.

"Dd... divorce?!" I whispered.

"You want me to give divorce to my husband?!" I asked my parents.

"Annu, I know this is sudden and quite shocking to you. But, annu, life is giving you another chance. You can set yourself free from this unwanted marriage. And you don't have to worry about Hussein because we are here to have your back. We will support you. You can come back and continue your studies. You'll be happy, Annu." My mom explained me.

Happy?!

What is the meaning of being happy? How can I be happy when I was married off without my consent and now within four months of my marriage, when I finally fell head over heels for my husband, I'm made to divorce him? I can't see myself happy in all this.

"Here are the divorce papers. Think about it." My mother said handing me those papers on which the future of our marriage depends.

"There's nothing to think about it Aanya. I won't let you stay here with that bastard for one more second. You'll divorce him and you'll come with us. That's final. Go and pack her luggage." My father ordered me and my mom.

They both left me alone giving me some privacy. I stared at those papers. Never in my whole life I thought that my fate will show me such a day. As I stared at the papers, my  heart ached while remembering all the beautiful memories Hussein and I made in the past four months. It reminded how happy I was with him. It reminded how much Hussein cared for me. How much he loved me. It reminded me how much I love him.

But my mind, it reminded me of all the sufferings and pain I went through just because of him. How much he has hurt me. And last but not the least, it showed today morning's images of Hussein and that lady. She was talking bad about me yet Hussein didn't say anything. She was touching him, kissing him and yet he didn't do anything.

How can I trust him again? How can I love him? How can I live with such a person?

But why do I feel that there's something wrong?!

"Did you sign it Annu?" My father asked me.

I looked at him and he encouraged me to sign the papers. I wiped off the tears and took the pen from him. Taking a deep breath, I signed off the divorce papers sealing our fate.

I got up and gave a final glance to house and left with my parents. I saw Ruby coming forward to stop me but I just shook my head stopping her in her steps. I didn't dare to look back when the car started.

Our journey together as husband and wife, came to an end. Aanya and Hussein's marriage is now completely dissolved. Maybe this is the end to our story. Thinking this I just left.

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Hello guys!!

As promised I updated earlier this time. I hope that you guys are happy.

Or maybe not.

This chapter is very close to my heart guys. It's really special to me. I literally cried during this chapter. Everything I wrote was from the bottom of my heart. Everything, every emotion in this chapter is something I felt in my real life. So obviously it's special.

And just by the way how many of you cried while reading this? Did any of you expect something like will happened?

Poor Aanya. I feel so bad for her. She is going through the worst phase of her life.

And what do you think about Hussein? How is he going to react when he'll come to know about the divorce?

Next chapter is in Hussein's pov. So stay tuned.

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