[Prologue]
A Woman Called Nothing
He was raining kisses on her, showering his love like tonight was their only night together. She closed her eyes breathing in the essence of the moment. She was surfing waves and conquering summits in the reach of his arms. Her senses on fire from the overwhelming pleasure. Then suddenly, a soothing release. Her heaving chest gradually settled and she smiled as her mind came back to consciousness. Eyes still closed, she whispered an inaudible name, one he'd never heard before: "A No Named Nothing".
"Did you say something?" he asked.
She opened her eyes in shock and pushed him away.
"Who are you?"
He retorted with nervous laughter, "what kind of a joke is this? I am sorry honey but I don't think we can go for round two. You got me tired enough the first time".
She looked around the room frantically for any curtains or bed sheets to cover her bare naked body. The love in her eyes was long gone as she stood a corner, candle stand to her neck, "come any closer and I will kill myself".
"Jo, calm down. I am sorry if I hurt you. Why don't you get dressed and we'll go to the doctor's, okay?"
That didn't convince her. It was all a haze. Nothing made sense except the sharp pain stabbing her in the skull was getting intense with every word.
"Who are you?" she screamed till her cries filled the stale air of the closed bedroom.
"Jo, this is me, Jalal. Jo, I am your husband. Are you okay? Should we call an ambulance?"
"No, I am not okay. I don't know you. And who is Jo? What am I doing here? What did you do to me?"
He was just as confused as she was. Just minutes ago they were making passionate love to each other and now she refused to believe a word he said. He quickly dialled the first number he could think of.
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"I came as soon as I heard Jalal. This woman has always been trouble. What did she do this time? Bust a neighbour's car? Or get another speeding ticket? Please tell me it's not drunk driving. You know I am busy at the law firm". A middle aged woman juggling multiple gadgets in her arms descended in the house.
"Maham Anga, please take a look. She's been sitting there naked, refusing to talk to me. I mean I don't know what is going on. I want to call 911 but the way she's going she will accuse me of a murder and a half. I am scared. I want my wife to be okay".
She huffed and puffed like this was routine. Still busy staring at her tablet screen, she burst into the room mumbling, "I swear Jo if you are acting, I am going to whoop your arse tonight. I don't care..."
Her rant was stopped midway with a stronghand strangling her neck.
"Tell me where my house is. Tell me why you have me locked up".
"Uff Jo! Jo, your name is Jo. Jo mane Jodha. Are you two playing April's fools in December? What the actual...you know what, I do not have time for this. You're insane and so is your dotting husband. I am out".
"NO", Jo toppled over the vanity with the strength of ten men. "I am not Jo. I told you don't call me that".
"Oh yeah? Then just what is your name?"
"NOTHING. My name is Nothing", she cried trying her damndest to recall her identity but nothing would give. She had no name. She was just a woman called Nothing.
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