The next morning I get up even before the alarm goes off as this is an unfamiliar place. Yesterday, Zaan brought me to his penthouse after the reception and gave me a room of my own. I haven't seen him since.

I finish my morning routine and go into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Zaan. I see Riyana, the house-cook already has made breakfast, I sigh out of disappointment.

"Riyana, not to sound rude but please inform me the next time you are cooking okay? Sometimes, I like to cook for my husband."

"Sure ma'am. I apologise for the inconvenience today, I completely forgot I had to ask you."

" No problem, take care next time."

I go towards Zaan's room. Surprisingly, it isn't locked. So I just walk in to not disturb him in case he is sleeping. But I see his bedsheets are ruffled and hear the shower running. So he gets up early while he isn't partying.

I choose his outfit for the day from his closet. It's a black shirt with tie and a blazer over it. I also keep black pants on the bed. I remove his favorite Titan watch from the collection and keep it beside the kerchief on the bed.

I walk down and make apple juice for him, I know he likes apples. By the time breakfast is set on the table, he comes down wearing a red t-shirt and a black coat over it along with jeans. I don't know how to react so I just let it slide.

H sits down on the table, I begin serving his breakfast when his hand stops me. He slightly jerks my hand away, " You don't have to do it for me. I don't like favors."

" I am doing no favour. It is my responsibility as your wife. So let me do it."

"Stop it! Stop riling me up for no reason. Look, I was forced to marry you. Mama threatened me saying I would see her dead if I don't accept to marry you. She is too dear to me, so whatever brainwashing you did on her. It was successful. Now that you have my name, just let me be. You can live here, but just like a stranger. You have no role in my life as far as I am concerned. Also, don't expect any husbandly affection from me." He shouts and walks out of the house with his wallet and car keys. He didn't even have his breakfast.

Come on, Noorie. You should have waited for a while to give your 'I am your wife' speech. Now he went out with an empty stomach. I won't be able to eat anything as well so I just decide to go to college even though I planned on taking leave for a few days but I don't think it's needed now.

I take one of his cars as there is no driver here and ride myself to the college. Today, we have a fresher's party for the incoming batch. And my batch is doing the show. I was asked to participate but I just chose to volunteer with the decorations.

I go into the auditorium. Most of the decorations are done. I spot the event manager, Rizwaan who is my classmate and go to him, " Hey, most of it is done but tell me how can I help for the event?"

" Hi Noorie, yeah it's mostly done but you can go there to the food stalls. They still have to dish out the sweets and arrange it. I will catch you in a while"

"Okay, I will be at the stalls."

"Hey Ashfa, so you are also doing this stall duty, eh?"

"Yeah, looks like I can take up cooking as my profession if I fail med school"

"I thought you finally decided to stick to being a doctor "

"Yeah but just in case, ya know. Get me those plates arranged in that corner Noorie, it will get easier to serve that way"

" On it, boss!" I mimic and she chuckles.

"By the way, how is married life going Ms.Iamhitched? And where is your wedding ring?"

"Shoot, I forgot to wear it. I removed it while bathing and forgot to pick it from there. Anyway, married life is good. Not many changes though"

"Sounds like you are still single babe!"

We both laugh at that and continue our work with teasing here and there.

The function goes on smoothly and I had fun roasting the juniors. Phew, it's finally over. Now I can go back home quickly. It's already 2:00. I want to make lunch for Zaan and send it to his office if he doesn't come home.

Just as I reverse my car from the parking lot, I spot Rizwaan standing there alone doing something on his phone.

"Hey, all good? Why are you standing here?"

"Hi again. It's all fine. I don't have a ride back home today. I am waiting if I can catch one."

"Hop on, I will drop you. Where do you stay?"

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose."

"Come on, it's fine. I will drop you."

"Right, thanks. Drop me at the O'Connell street."

"Okay, I am heading that way too."

He is a fun guy, I deduce from the conversations. Though I had seen him in previous classes, this is the first time we have had so much conversation. I drop him at his stop and continue my journey back home.

After reaching, I decide to cook Zaan's favorite, Hyderabadi Biryani. I then call bade papa to send his driver at the penthouse to collect lunch for them all.

I text Zaan,

'Hi, I have sent your lunch. Please have it.'

He reads it fifteen minutes later and there is no response. So i just keep my phone away and decide to read a storybook.

Books are love. They help me escape reality whenever I wish to, creating a calming effect.

It's evening but still Zaan isn't home. He usually comes home by now. Hope, he hasn't been caught up with much work.

Riyana helps me with making dinner. I wait for him to come home. I asked Riyana to go home as it was getting late. Finally, at 9:30 I hear the opening of front door. I think he used a spare key. He comes in but not alone. There is some girl sticking upto him like a cheing gum. She is dressed in a dark red bodycon leaving nothing for imagination.

He looks up and our eyes clash, I display the pain I am feeling right now before him, for him to see the destruction he is causing. He is married for God's sake. Does he not fear Allah?

He gives me his infamous poker face and without glancing back goes up into his bedroom. That girl giving me a once over and snickering as if eyeing some trash. Yeah, I look like trash before her in my plane salwar suit.

I hear the rattling of door as he shuts it, doing God knows what in there with that bitch. I can hear her moans, which are getting louder by the minutes. What are you doing here Noorie? Stop standing here stupidly and throw that bitch out.

I hurriedly walk up to his room and throw the vase seated beside his door right across the door. It shatters completely into irreparable pieces like my heart. The next moment, the door opens. Izaan's buttons are opened and and I can see lipstick marks on his neck.

My rage doubles as I straight walk towards that bitch who is trying to cover herself as if there was something hidden before. I drag her out with full force, pushing her out my house.

"Before shagging, ask the man if he is bound or not. Otherwise I will make sure you die a painful death before you destroy another marriage." I shut the door in her face.

Just then I am pulled back by a strong grip on my wrist, pushed against the wall roughly," Just who do you think you are interfering in my life like that?"

"Your own fucking wife incase you forgot", I shout back with venom filled in my voice. He needs to know what he has done.

"No you are not. I have needs and you can't stop me from fulfilling them"

"I am here to fulfil your bloody needs, you don't have to bring random whores into my house to have them fulfilled", I seethe.

"How did you even think I could be interested in something like you. Have you seen yourself? You are nothing even close to my type. My body automatically shuts down with just a look at you. Getting attracted to you is a far off thing."

He walks into his room slamming the door shut. I slide down against the wall, my sobs getting louder.

Just what I expected my husband of two days to tell me. That he is turned off with a mere look at me. Am I that hideous? I always thought I had average looks but can I be that bad looking? That he can't even see me as his wife?