It doesn't take much effort to do what everyone else is doing. A dead fish can flow downstream, it takes a live one to swim upstream. It's easy to be common. The pressure comes when you decide to be uncommon. For Arzoo life was going very fast. It looked like someone is forwarding her life very briskly and nimbly, and that person is no one but her husband. It looked like she had to fight a battle within herself more than once to win her own self. She was both. Hellfire and holy breath. And the flavor one would taste depends on how they would treat her. But she also knew that Amaan is hell adamant to break her. Arzoo was trapped in a golden cage coated with family's honor and name. Which she was feeling the weight of it. But couldn't utter it to anyone. Night was crawling to come and so her nightmares. How will she sleep with him in the same room?

They never shared a room before. In AFG Amaan was usually busy in his study room and would sleep there but what now?

He will come to his room. Like he said it's his room so he will come to his room anyway.

What should she do now?

Is she ready to be with him?

But is he ready to be with her?

Her presence is disgusting him so he will not ever touch her. But this room!!!!!

What now???

It looked like ALLAH (j) listen her prayers and right at the time when she was tiring her brain's wheels, Mrs. Zarina called her to her room. It was a simple yet elegant room. The walls were in cream color followed by a white bed and white and cream curtains. It was a beautiful room. Not big as Amaan's room but a simple yet luxurious room. upon seeing Arzoo she beckoned her. Arzoo went and sat beside her.

'' Arzoo my child, I am going to be operated tomorrow so I need something from you. Hope you will not deny me'' she said in a weak and gentle voice. Arzoo hold her hand and give her an assuring smile to continue.

'' Amaan is like a lion. I know him as I am his mother. His short temper and anger issues, they are not new. I always wanted him to change and have control on his anger but'' she heavy sighed and looked at an unknown place and continued.

'' he is like this no matter how much I and your father in law tried but he had never changed. This mansion is his mansion sweetie. He lives alone here with all his maids and we live in other state. I always wanted him to live with us. But since he travels a lot and he has a busy life so he prefers to be alone. Anabia will soon go back to London to her husband and if I survived from this operation, then I will leave this mansion. It's not like I don't like being here. Which mother doesn't like to be with her kids?

But he chose this life for himself. He prefers to be alone. And no matter how much we try!

We can't change him. We got him married to you so that he come out of his shell and his business world and start to have a normal life better than a robotic life. But I know it will take time'' this was like blow to her face. She lost all color, she was not expecting this.

How will I live alone with him?

What will he do to me?

She was ripped out of the trace when Mrs. Zarina cupped her cheek and she looked at her with a worrisome face.

'' I know what you are thinking. But give him time too dear. I know he is a good son and I know he will be a good husband too. but you need to give him time. Be with him. Make him realize that you are his wife. One of the reasons why I am leaving you two alone is that I want to give you guys' privacy so that you too get to know each other better. Trust me everything will be fine.''

She gave Arzoo a sad smile and patted her head while Arzoo's mind was in chaos. How will she live with this angry man all alone in a whole mansion, her breath got stuck in her throat and she had to swallow hard.

Oh god what should I do now?

I can't live in a whole mansion alone with him. Being around him is like being around fire. And he will burn me.

Please god I don't

Arzoo was feeling scared and all kind of petrifying feelings and scare witless. Her heart was thundering and every nerve of her body was telling her that she was in an unwanted place. Where she was not allowed and not meant to be.

I will be ok!

Is that what my heart wants me to say while my mind is telling me to run to the hills but not here.

The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see, The wailing on the streets corners,

The tearing at clothes.

No!

The worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort.

A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived.

For most people there souls contains more scars than their tissues. And same was with Arzoo. Her heart had scars. Scars of seeing her parents blooded bodies, scars of seeing sympathy in people's eyes for her, scars of noticing that wrong eyes toward her. And the recent scar which was fresh and day by day it would get more fresh was, her own husbands words and behavior toward her. Every scar was fresh for her but this scar was bleeding day by day. What can you do, when the only person who can make you stop crying, is the person, who is making you cry and giving you profound scars. Some scars don't hurt, some scars are numb. Some scars rid you of the capacity to feel anything ever again. Amaan was giving her scars like that. They were hurting her but at the same time they were making her numb. They were there but still they were deadening.

Sitting in his room and smelling his scent was intoxicating her. Her nostrils burned and she couldn't take his scent any more but looked like time was against her as always. The moment she stands up to leave his room, at that exact time he entered his room. Her breath was knocked out of her lungs. She felt numb and at the same time she felt sensitive. Her numbness was failing to receive the commands of her sensitive mind to run. She was sweating in the cold weather of US. The night had already crawled and sky was bitch black while the shining moon and gleaming stars, were making it prepossessing. But it looked like this night was not beautiful, but it was long.

Amaan turned and looked at her petrifying petite figure. He didn't know that he will have this much effect on her and that too soon. He tilted his head looked at her from head to toe. She was indeed pleasingly alluring. She was standing in front of him and a long purple sweater dress with black leggings. Her black veil was securely wrapped around her neck. Her hairs were wet and open it looked like she just came out of a hot bath. Her scent of blossom and vanilla was going through his nostrils to his body. Filling him up with want and desire for her. but his mind was not allowing it. He couldn't let her capture him. He couldn't fall for her..... never.

He was wearing his black suit fitted rightly to his body, showing his muscles budging out. His huge body was covering her small one. His hair were disheveled, he had brushed it with his hands many times. She looked at his face and he raised his perfect brow realizing the severity of her situation. He took fluid steps toward her while she took back steps. She stopped when she felt the sofa but he keep coming toward her. She looked down and started biting her lips. He could see she was beyond afraid from him. His hand came and put the loose hair strand behind her ear but it flinched her and she closed her eyes shut. There was a mole right at the left side of her delicate crystal neck which urged him to touch it. He traced it with his hands but his touch was making her horror-struck.

'' what the fuck are you doing in my room?'' he calmly asked her which further terrified her. Amaan came more closer to her making it hard for her to balance herself. His breath was fanning her face. She looked at him and saw his black orbs which were like a puzzle for her, she couldn't read it.

Arzoo lost her balance and was about to fall on sofa but a strong hand was wrapped around her waist and pulled her to himself. She collided to his hard and strong chest. She could smell his strong cologne,

'' I asked you something'' he tight his grip on her waist and pulled her more to himself, she was fighting with her fear to answer him.

'' n....nothing'' she stuttered but managed to reply him. Lamentably her hands were on his shoulders to balance herself. She tried to free herself from his hold but it triggered his anger toward her. His grip on her waist got tighter which was making her shiver in pain. He clenched her jaw roughly and pulled her face more to himself. Their faces were inches away from each other. His eyes were red and his jaw was tightened. His demeanor was exclaiming supremacy, and leverage which was thawing with vexation and indignation, leaving no space for any other emotion rather than pique and spleen. Tears find their way back in her eyes. They were cascading from her eyes to her cheeks then rolling like pearls while absorbing in her veil around her neck. She felt vulnerable and lost. His roughly calloused hand was pressing her delicate jaw. Arzoo felt extreme pain and shut her eyes. She thought that her teeth and her jaw were breaking in pieces.

'' it seems you have forgotten your place. But don't worry I will remind you that you are my concubine. My kept, my property. I can have my ways with you and nobody can stop you me you know why?'' he seethed under his teeth while she was shedding tears and bearing the utmost pain. He was giving her to her heart and her body.

'' because I married you on legal notes. You are my so called wife. But I am not that low standard to touch a person like you. I am very wild person sweetheart like lions are eating his preys, I can eat you while I get wild...... you know what I mean. I become a beast. But you are just my concubine. You do not stand in front of me. I have a maid like you who can look after my house and family. and sometimes when I get bored I can satisfy myself by torturing you but..'' he freed her jaw and looked at her tear-filled and terrified eyes. His hand moved to her waist and joined his other hand and pulled her more to himself. Their bodies were mucilage together. She holded her breath and felt discombobulated.

'' if I want to get satisfy by my needs then I can have it other ways with better girls than you. You do not have that caliber sweetheart. You are made just for me. And that to become my concubine'' he pushed her to the wall and she slipped and fall to the ground. He smirked while looked at her shocking eyes staring at him. Amaan turned to leave but halted on his track when he heard her.

'' w...why me?'' she merely whispered and stand up limply. Amaan fisted his hands and turned to her calmly. He raised his eye bro to her and strides toward her. while she pulled herself more to the wall and closed her eyes. He pulled her hair roughly making her wince in pain. Amaan throw her to the center of the room. she fell to the hard wooden floor. He pulled her hair again and made her stand on her feet.

'' because you are a vestige to me. You are a bloody remainder in my life that was keep nagging to until now. You are a fucking imprint of honor who I should carry on till you die because my family wants you as their daughter in law. You are nothing but a parasite and barnacle blood sucker. But you know what I will suck the life out of you. You will pray for your own dead but it will not be granted.

Let me mother be ok then I will fucking dare you to live with me. But you have to live with me. You know why?

Because you are fucking mine. You will pay for all the times. But you are not helping yourself since you are making your list long. You are my indebted and I will fucking make you pay for it GOT IT!!!'' he roared to her face. Making her lifeless and pale. There was no trace of life in her face since she was standing almost like porcelain doll. Her eyes were wide in shock and her mouth hanged open. She was not believing for what she was hearing. It looked like the floor beneath her feet and the sky above her head, refused to be with her. she was left alone as waif and ragamuffin, straying with her unbelievable life.

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eid mubarak to all.

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