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CHAPTER 1
I wake up and feel the emptiness on other side of bed. He still haven't returned I guess. We have hardly shared any minutes here together as far I remember. Then why there is a need for such a big bed only for one girl! People says after marriage husband and wife shares everything from time to things, to themselves but in my case my husband only cared to share his wealth with me that too obviously with limits. He almost every day sleeps in different room out of many which is in the end of corridor at same floor. There are many rooms here and many space to wander. What my friend said once was so true, she always said if the house is big the space between two increases if the house is small the love between two increases' how true does it sound.
Sighing at my own little wishes and reality I manage to get up from bed and walks to my bathroom. I get clean and fresh and come back preparing myself to start with house chores. No I don't have many servants around it's just Wajid who handles most of house work. He is younger and I take him as little child more than my servant. I help him whenever I can. He likes to study and so I have started taking his home school from few months. When asad is not around he is the one who manages to keep me busy whole day with his questions and errors.
I get ready for the day and climbs down the stairs to kitchen. Wajid is already there baking something in oven. With the delicious smell spread in the room. I can guess he is done with the food already so I simply walks to the dining and waits till he shows up on table with a platter of food in it.
"salaam." He says in his soft voice, giving me a smile which I returns with a sweet good morning!
He keeps the plate down in front of me and goes back to kitchen to get me a coffee. I without wasting any minutes take a bite out of the delicious parathas. Yum!!!!
"wajid, has asad returned home?" I asks spoiling the taste of my own food in mouth. Its not like I really want to know. But it has become my habit to start the day.
Wajid comes back to me with a cup of coffee and places it in front of the table.
I stare at the cup and immediately my face wears a mask of disappointment.
"wajid how many times I have to tell you. I like to have coffee only in my favourite coffee cup." I say angrily while stomping my feet on floor and making a way to the kitchen. I stand in front of cupburd where I know my cup must be waiting for me to expose to the light. I try looking for my sweet biscuit color cup with white cat imprinted on it but to my surprise I don't find it anywhere. Just when I am about to turn and fire wajid in anger I hear a voice and my eyes shots up in red.
"what are you doing here?" he repeats once again and with a very slow careful move I turn to face him.
"I..." I am about to answer when my eyes falls on his hand. Damn! He is having my cup. And look at his guts he his drinking coffee from my cup. How dare he!!!
"why is my baby in your hand?" I mutter under breathe. He stares with a brow raise twitching his lips a little upward before he turns to sit back on dining table.
"what why?"
"my cup." I snouts, anger building in me.
"come on zoya. There are many more cups in this house. You can drink yiur coffee from any one of them." He says shrugging his shoulder.
"but its my favourite cup asad." I huffs in annoyance. He surely had married me but he surely have no right to take my cup away. It's a gift by my bestie on my birthday. Ugh! How annoying is this man. I cursed him "I hate you." I stares back at him and mumbles out my detest watching him taking sip out of my baby cup.
Without my baby my day is ruined, now what is the point to stand and watch him maddening me more. So, I quietly makes my way back to my room. I can probably sleep for another hour and when I wake up I just have to assume all this never had happened. I have only climbed few stairs when he stops me. "zoya." He takes my name as if he has bitter melon kept in his mouth.
"yes." I simply not turn while talking to him.
"go and get ready. We are having some guest today. Got it?" he speaks as if talking to some worker and not his wife. Guest? Surely they might be some business clients I don't care to know their name. "hmm." I hums and walks back to my room. I drop myself on bed with a faint headache and groans in frustration for this monotonous life. Ugh!
Its already noon and his guest haven't showed up yet. I am ready in one of my jeans and red blouse. I look pretty in them. Wondering why haven't I worn a saree for him. Please! I don't want to please any one here, especially not him at least. He never showed any interest to my needs why should I bother for him. Isn't it simple?
I roam around the house when I hears his footsteps from main entrance. Oh yes I remember he had left to pick up his guest from airport. I smile inwardly wanting to see reaction as soon as he sees me in this attire.
I hear some talking and some laughs which is so weird in khan villa! My husband knows to laugh? Really? I squeeze my brows dying to see his companion who is making his tooth to show out of his stinky mouth.
Oh NO!!! I scream inwardly , spotting my family walking from entrance with him. so this were his guest?? How stupid and monster he is! Why didn't he tell me my family was making a visit today. Where to hide? Where to run? I starts making calculation and maps in my mind. And even before I could run my father spots me. Excellent! (please mark the sarcasm in it)
"sa...salaam abu." I say placing one hand on my jeans and then switching on my feet awkwardly. Shit its so embarrassing. What my father must be thinking of me right now? And it happened of what I feared the most. He definitely didn't like the idea of me wearing a jeans in my husband's home. He got a disappointment in his eyes and I buried myself to my little hole ashamed. Asad I so hate you more! I yelled mentally.
How I wish I could pick up that butter knife and stab him in his throat. He annoys me to think so insane. Ya allah!
Asad nicely asks them to sit while he makes his place exactly near my father. My brother haider is sitting with my mother razia to separate couch opposite to where this mens are.
"its great to see you both." My brother breaks the ice for everyone. And I am so thankful to him this glares and silence on me were killing me.
"yeah. Same here." I and asad said it together. We passed a surprise and funny look in each othe direction while nodding our head in yes.
My father is very particular about few things. Its not like I have never worn jeans in my life but when I got married I was requested to follow few rules society have made and one of which is my attire.
"how...how are you abu?" I speaks in almost in audible voice looking at every body in room.
"we are fine." My brother again answers for abu and the two keeps their eyes lock on me as if I can expect a good lecture as soon as I am left alone with these two.
"how are you doing?" my brother asks with a smile and I stares at my husband in detest. I so hate him!
I bite my tongue from saying how incredibly horrible my life is with asad. Its wonder that we managed to stay alive so many months together with out murdering each other.
"we are fine, haider." Asad speaks for me.
"well that's good. " my father said something but not for me but for asad. Ugh! I roll my eyes mentally.
"mr gaffur. I and zoya had a plan of picnic today. Actually it was me who asked her to wear a western for the occasion and I forgot about your visit." My suddenly hero of my husband says from nowhere for me and see the miracle my abu and ami's eyes softens and they give me a broad smile in approval finally . it's the first expression they gave me other than stares, after they had stepping in villa.
The rest of the discussion went in blured. They were here only to invite me for some small success party my dad was throwing at home. I shut the door as they left.
Now its again me and this ridiculously big house. I can ignore asad for what he did to me. I should not irritate him more. I decide.
As I am going back to my room I feel asad walking behind me.
"yes?" I asks quite confused at what he wants.
"I want some sleep." He plainly says and continues walking , this time since I have stopped he is taking me along with him.
"huh?" I shake my head in surprise on seeing he is destined in my room.
What is he upto? I shiver at the mere thought but plays tough in front of him.
"your room is on-." He cuts me off before I could finish.
"its my room as well if you have forgot. I have a right to share this room with you. now mind moving your but." He says rudely shoving me aside so that he can use my washroom. I stare at him blankly till he disappears. Why is he in here? Whats happening I ask myself.
Its only few minutes and he comes out with an open shirt buttoning it as he walks. I stands there blankly watching him shifting on my bed. He tucks of the bed sheet proper before he lands himself on it comfortably.
He opens his eyes again and taunts, "Staring at some is creepy and rude. If you don't know?" he smirks at the end and I pull my eyes on the carpet trying my best to not roll them on his remark.
"why are you sleeping here?" I ask closing my arms across my chest.
"Because I can sleep." He replies shutting his eyes once more.
"but-."
"I pay for everything here zoya. I have all right to sleep use and do what I want." he snorts and I feel tears surfacing in my eyes at his voice.
"fine, then I will shift to other room." I says and takes a walk away to the door.
"you cant. This house belongs to me. All things here are mine." he waits before his adam apple moves. "Including you zoya." He opens his eyes in a flick which takes me by my surprise. What does he means by that now??
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Hey,
This is first chapter of story. 9 more to go. Tell me your honest view.
Thanks to potterned for commenting every time i post something. 😆
And everyone who liked or commented so far. I am thankful to them as well 😳
Enjoy reading
I wake up and feel the emptiness on other side of bed. He still haven't returned I guess. We have hardly shared any minutes here together as far I remember. Then why there is a need for such a big bed only for one girl! People says after marriage husband and wife shares everything from time to things, to themselves but in my case my husband only cared to share his wealth with me that too obviously with limits. He almost every day sleeps in different room out of many which is in the end of corridor at same floor. There are many rooms here and many space to wander. What my friend said once was so true, she always said if the house is big the space between two increases if the house is small the love between two increases' how true does it sound.
Sighing at my own little wishes and reality I manage to get up from bed and walks to my bathroom. I get clean and fresh and come back preparing myself to start with house chores. No I don't have many servants around it's just Wajid who handles most of house work. He is younger and I take him as little child more than my servant. I help him whenever I can. He likes to study and so I have started taking his home school from few months. When asad is not around he is the one who manages to keep me busy whole day with his questions and errors.
I get ready for the day and climbs down the stairs to kitchen. Wajid is already there baking something in oven. With the delicious smell spread in the room. I can guess he is done with the food already so I simply walks to the dining and waits till he shows up on table with a platter of food in it.
"salaam." He says in his soft voice, giving me a smile which I returns with a sweet good morning!
He keeps the plate down in front of me and goes back to kitchen to get me a coffee. I without wasting any minutes take a bite out of the delicious parathas. Yum!!!!
"wajid, has asad returned home?" I asks spoiling the taste of my own food in mouth. Its not like I really want to know. But it has become my habit to start the day.
Wajid comes back to me with a cup of coffee and places it in front of the table.
I stare at the cup and immediately my face wears a mask of disappointment.
"wajid how many times I have to tell you. I like to have coffee only in my favourite coffee cup." I say angrily while stomping my feet on floor and making a way to the kitchen. I stand in front of cupburd where I know my cup must be waiting for me to expose to the light. I try looking for my sweet biscuit color cup with white cat imprinted on it but to my surprise I don't find it anywhere. Just when I am about to turn and fire wajid in anger I hear a voice and my eyes shots up in red.
"what are you doing here?" he repeats once again and with a very slow careful move I turn to face him.
"I..." I am about to answer when my eyes falls on his hand. Damn! He is having my cup. And look at his guts he his drinking coffee from my cup. How dare he!!!
"why is my baby in your hand?" I mutter under breathe. He stares with a brow raise twitching his lips a little upward before he turns to sit back on dining table.
"what why?"
"my cup." I snouts, anger building in me.
"come on zoya. There are many more cups in this house. You can drink yiur coffee from any one of them." He says shrugging his shoulder.
"but its my favourite cup asad." I huffs in annoyance. He surely had married me but he surely have no right to take my cup away. It's a gift by my bestie on my birthday. Ugh! How annoying is this man. I cursed him "I hate you." I stares back at him and mumbles out my detest watching him taking sip out of my baby cup.
Without my baby my day is ruined, now what is the point to stand and watch him maddening me more. So, I quietly makes my way back to my room. I can probably sleep for another hour and when I wake up I just have to assume all this never had happened. I have only climbed few stairs when he stops me. "zoya." He takes my name as if he has bitter melon kept in his mouth.
"yes." I simply not turn while talking to him.
"go and get ready. We are having some guest today. Got it?" he speaks as if talking to some worker and not his wife. Guest? Surely they might be some business clients I don't care to know their name. "hmm." I hums and walks back to my room. I drop myself on bed with a faint headache and groans in frustration for this monotonous life. Ugh!
Its already noon and his guest haven't showed up yet. I am ready in one of my jeans and red blouse. I look pretty in them. Wondering why haven't I worn a saree for him. Please! I don't want to please any one here, especially not him at least. He never showed any interest to my needs why should I bother for him. Isn't it simple?
I roam around the house when I hears his footsteps from main entrance. Oh yes I remember he had left to pick up his guest from airport. I smile inwardly wanting to see reaction as soon as he sees me in this attire.
I hear some talking and some laughs which is so weird in khan villa! My husband knows to laugh? Really? I squeeze my brows dying to see his companion who is making his tooth to show out of his stinky mouth.
Oh NO!!! I scream inwardly , spotting my family walking from entrance with him. so this were his guest?? How stupid and monster he is! Why didn't he tell me my family was making a visit today. Where to hide? Where to run? I starts making calculation and maps in my mind. And even before I could run my father spots me. Excellent! (please mark the sarcasm in it)
"sa...salaam abu." I say placing one hand on my jeans and then switching on my feet awkwardly. Shit its so embarrassing. What my father must be thinking of me right now? And it happened of what I feared the most. He definitely didn't like the idea of me wearing a jeans in my husband's home. He got a disappointment in his eyes and I buried myself to my little hole ashamed. Asad I so hate you more! I yelled mentally.
How I wish I could pick up that butter knife and stab him in his throat. He annoys me to think so insane. Ya allah!
Asad nicely asks them to sit while he makes his place exactly near my father. My brother haider is sitting with my mother razia to separate couch opposite to where this mens are.
"its great to see you both." My brother breaks the ice for everyone. And I am so thankful to him this glares and silence on me were killing me.
"yeah. Same here." I and asad said it together. We passed a surprise and funny look in each othe direction while nodding our head in yes.
My father is very particular about few things. Its not like I have never worn jeans in my life but when I got married I was requested to follow few rules society have made and one of which is my attire.
"how...how are you abu?" I speaks in almost in audible voice looking at every body in room.
"we are fine." My brother again answers for abu and the two keeps their eyes lock on me as if I can expect a good lecture as soon as I am left alone with these two.
"how are you doing?" my brother asks with a smile and I stares at my husband in detest. I so hate him!
I bite my tongue from saying how incredibly horrible my life is with asad. Its wonder that we managed to stay alive so many months together with out murdering each other.
"we are fine, haider." Asad speaks for me.
"well that's good. " my father said something but not for me but for asad. Ugh! I roll my eyes mentally.
"mr gaffur. I and zoya had a plan of picnic today. Actually it was me who asked her to wear a western for the occasion and I forgot about your visit." My suddenly hero of my husband says from nowhere for me and see the miracle my abu and ami's eyes softens and they give me a broad smile in approval finally . it's the first expression they gave me other than stares, after they had stepping in villa.
The rest of the discussion went in blured. They were here only to invite me for some small success party my dad was throwing at home. I shut the door as they left.
Now its again me and this ridiculously big house. I can ignore asad for what he did to me. I should not irritate him more. I decide.
As I am going back to my room I feel asad walking behind me.
"yes?" I asks quite confused at what he wants.
"I want some sleep." He plainly says and continues walking , this time since I have stopped he is taking me along with him.
"huh?" I shake my head in surprise on seeing he is destined in my room.
What is he upto? I shiver at the mere thought but plays tough in front of him.
"your room is on-." He cuts me off before I could finish.
"its my room as well if you have forgot. I have a right to share this room with you. now mind moving your but." He says rudely shoving me aside so that he can use my washroom. I stare at him blankly till he disappears. Why is he in here? Whats happening I ask myself.
Its only few minutes and he comes out with an open shirt buttoning it as he walks. I stands there blankly watching him shifting on my bed. He tucks of the bed sheet proper before he lands himself on it comfortably.
He opens his eyes again and taunts, "Staring at some is creepy and rude. If you don't know?" he smirks at the end and I pull my eyes on the carpet trying my best to not roll them on his remark.
"why are you sleeping here?" I ask closing my arms across my chest.
"Because I can sleep." He replies shutting his eyes once more.
"but-."
"I pay for everything here zoya. I have all right to sleep use and do what I want." he snorts and I feel tears surfacing in my eyes at his voice.
"fine, then I will shift to other room." I says and takes a walk away to the door.
"you cant. This house belongs to me. All things here are mine." he waits before his adam apple moves. "Including you zoya." He opens his eyes in a flick which takes me by my surprise. What does he means by that now??
***********
Hey,
This is first chapter of story. 9 more to go. Tell me your honest view.
Thanks to potterned for commenting every time i post something. 😆
And everyone who liked or commented so far. I am thankful to them as well 😳
Enjoy reading
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