Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don't belong. The feeling itself will shatter you in to tiny pieces. Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, that is a much greater hunger than a much greater poverty. And time is not helpful in such situation too. It will drag the things and make you shatter every day.

There comes a day when you realize that turning the page is the best feeling in the world, because you realize there is so much more to the book than the page you were stuck on. But what if that entire book is written in bold letters of your unwantedness. Her book was also written by someone who is the holding the trail of her angst and agony.

The greyness of the sky was bringing the news of the upcoming storm, the heedless wings swirling in the abyss, the crows crowed, seeking shelter from the upcoming rain and the freckles wind making

Arzoo sniffed and jolted, tears were flowing on her tear stained cheeks. Her face was so pale and lifeless, her plump lips were dry and chapped. Her whole appearance was calling her misery.

Breathing deeply, Arzoo drifted to consciousness. Her eyes felt heavy and her head and body ached badly reminding her of her misery, the pain in her shoulder was a reminder of his cruelty toward her. she cannot forget the way he beated her like a punching bag, which resulted to her broken shoulder. Then he throw her in this very store room like a trash, she was given medicine by the docter to keep her alive. His words were fresh and graved in his mind and heart,

'' I am keeping you live not because I care for you but because I want you to see the upcoming surprises so till then breath'' he said crouching to her level, and masking a cruel face where she was wailing from the pain in her shoulder.

She cannot forget the dark room where he called it his torture room, where he beat the pulp out of her. but she fought against it and rubbed her eyes to get rid of the drowsiness and the past hollowness. Drenched in sweat, remembering her nightmares. Her nightmares that were more constant now and it took a new face. It contains new obnoxious and vileness which was presenting her present life.

The torture room!

It still gives her Goosebumps and shiver.

she was sweating and needed to quench her thirst. Her mind was hazy and when she opened her eyes her vision was groggy. Arzoo stood up limply and quench her thirst with few sips of water. She could feel the coolness of water in going through her esophagus to her empty stomach. And it made it churn yearning for food.

It was hard for her to keep her eyes open. she was drained and she had no energy at all. Life has became a incubus for her. Struggling every day to keep herself sane and strong, was a task itself.

Fighting with the new challenge of her life where she knew that she is drained. But still was fighting within herself to keep herself conscious. It's been a whole month that she was suffering with the new challenge of her life.

And in this whole one month she was giving only one time meal. Bones were jutting out and could be count. Every day, she not only fought her hunger but also the physical pain which was given by the man of her misery by not giving her food and making her body weak that her whole body was embraced with aches, and the psychological effect of it. And it was taking its toll on her. Her resolve was breaking day by day but only one thing would strengthen her resolve, and that was her prayer. She would spent her most of the time in prayer. Arzoo had no peace of mind. Her conscience would held her for her current situation. She was blaming herself for her own life.

Why I never fight for myself?

And when I did why it was late?

Why I was quit?

And when I spoke it changed my life.

Why he never listened to me?

And when he did he took me wrong?

Why I didn't say no to this marriage?

Uncle loved me. I was happy in there. He asked me that if I am happy?

Why I lied to him that I am happy?

Why I didn't tell him that I am not happy?

I am not ok with this decision, that he doesn't want me. That he doesn't care about me.

Fighting with her own self, she refused to look at the mirror. It would show a pitiful pale face, lips dry and chapped and bones jutting out. Her beautiful amber eyes were looking dreadful with ugly bags. The chirping of the birds, were showing the liveliness of the life but her life was dark.

Taking a deep breath, she did her ablution and did her morning prayer. That was the only thing which would give her solace.

After the prayer, she made her way out of the store room where she was living now between the dust and broken trash with her broken self. The store room was on the other side of the mansion. She was completely isolated from his lavish life. She would get only one time meal and that too at night. she was being punished for the crime she hasn't done. She had lost countable amount of weight. Arzoo was broken but still she was trying to live her life where there was no life and hope for her but she felt like may be some day things will be fine. Sitting in the small garden in front of the store room, she was thinking about her life. It's been a whole one month when she didn't see him, she had no idea how is he?

She would see his cars entered in the mansion and would see his blur image from her dusted window. Somehow Arzoo was satisfied that he is fine and doing well with his life. If she was around him then he would lose his peace again. But seeing him would give her shivers down her spine. Arzoo was afraid him even more. she couldn't forget the look of him on that torture room. every night his dreadful eyes would follow her and she would end up to scream.

Amaan was still not happy with the turns of events. This whole one month has changed their life. But it was not a pleasant surprise at all. Amaan was in verge of losing his mind, he was restless and beyond range but for time being he was controlling his anger. Which was a difficult task itself. Hot anger blood was running in his veins making him boiled in vexation. But he was a man of control, he was very well aware to control his emotions. Sighing deeply he closed his eyes. He brushed his hairs with his hand. And got up to take took a shower. His breakfast was ready by his maids.

'' the sun is out and so the breakfast but the man usually wakes up before the horizon'' the chirpy sound of Ali made him to look at him who was standing beside the breakfast table waiting for him.

Amaan was wearing his formal suit of grey suit with black dress shirt and black tie. Amaan gave Ali a cold look and beckoned him to sit with him and have breakfast.

'' no man I have had a coffee you know me I am not a person of breakfast'' Ali denied him politely and sat beside him instead to have a glass of water. Ali could see that Amaan was restless and his anger issues are out of control now but what made him wonder was that how he chose to avoid Arzoo and completely isolate her. It's been a month that he haven't seen her and made sure that except Jenny nobody can meet her. Jenny would give her the one time meal and then would keep an eye on her throughout the day, at times she would feel bad for the innocent girl, but she knew that she cannot go against her boss. Ali knew that Arzoo had only dinner not breakfast or lunch. He was feeling very bad about her and he wanted to help her. but before that he wanted to see her.

Clearing his throat he was trying to get Amaan's attention and make him realize of his mistake which he was doing ever since Amaan started his torture on her. but every time he was give him a cold glare or would shout on him. hoping this time that it will work, he was looking at Amaan who was having his coffee while reading news paper.

'' Amaan she will die. It's been a whole month. Why don't you just simply accept that it was not her fault! That was supposed to happen. She wa...''

'' Ali don't make me warm up. Shut the fuck up'' saying in his usual authorative voice, he didn't let Ali complete.

'' I am still kind to her cause I am ignoring her, but it's for short time too. She will have to pay. She had things to pay for it but now she made my life blender. So how can I leave her like this?

If I am calm, I have a reason behind it. But soon I will make her life a fucking hell. She is living peacefully now..'' Amaan stated in his calm yet authorative tone but Ali didn't let him complete.

'' you call it peacefully?

She is living in a fucking store room which is full of trash and broken stuffs. You beated her like a punching bag and made her drench in blood with broken shoulder and uncountable bruises, and throw her in that fucking store room. and you didnt listen to her pleads. She is afraid of darkness and she has phobia of cold. But you have made her life in that fucking isolated store room far away from this wing of your mansion. She has no heater, god knows how she is living with her phobia. At top of that, you are giving her one time meal!!!

You are fucking killing her!!!" Ali shouted and declared his concerns for her which further made Amaan furious on him. putting the news paper aside he looked at Ali intently, while Ali was equally glaring diggers at him standing in front of him. Amaan relaxed on the chair and put his hands in his lap intervening his fingers.

''you have lots of information about her, which I didn't know'' he said with a smirk but soon it vanished and changed to vexation.

'' of course I do. Because she is my sister and you have no idea how bad I feel about her. where I am living my life peacefully but she is living in a trash. But alas that she herself forbid me to help her or say something about her to someone. She made me swear on her.'' Ali said in a sad tone which was reaching his eyes and Amaan knew his friends since childhood. He knew that he is really disturbed but his plans were beyond anyone now. He stood up from his chair, buttoning his suit jacket and made his way to the porch where his driver was waiting for him. Not before he passed his remarks to him.

'' then know that your so called sister is my so called wife. I fucking don't care what she does, or how she feels or what phobia she has. But for now she is living peacefully. I haven't done anything with her. When I should do'' Ali was left perplexed and lost but his mouth was hanged open. While Amaan turned and give him a last digger and smirch the land beneath his feet.

'' your fucking sister is my wife, legally and by religion, even when I hate to admit it but at the end of the day it is true. And I haven't forgotten that just because of her! I have lost someone very precious to me. Now she will face it. She has doomed my life and I will fucking smirch her soul out of her body and trust me my friend, this is the beginning of her life'' he seethed beneath his teeth and turned his heels to go but Ali's voice halted his tracks.

'' don't you think that it should be over now?

Send her straightly to her uncle, to her country. It will be a punishment, humiliation anything you name it. But just free her from this prison and free yourself from her if you cannot accept her. what is the need to keep this relationship?'' Ali pleaded his concerns for his friend who was far away to even listen to him but still he tried again. Amaan turned and looked at Ali in a most composed way, he smirked sadly and said.

'' then I will lose my most precious thing.

And I haven't even started yet Ali, let alone being over'' he turned and his driver opened the car door for him. Ali sighed and followed him. Ali sat on his car but not before looking at the store room which was far away from this lavish wing of the mansion.

'' I wish that day didn't happen what happened Arzoo. Now I don't know what to do to help you but I should do something in spite of this that you have tied me with your swear. But your life is more important than any swear. And I have called you my sister. So as a brother I will help you'' He mentally made a determined decision.

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