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Just a reminder that Islam doesn't allow marriage without consent nor does it allow abuse or violence. Nor does this chapter represent the turkish culture

he turkish culture is beautiful ♡

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There was silence. Utter silence. It was if the world had lost its speech. As if it had lost the will to witness any more tragedies so it remained in silence at the pain. For silence was the man's greatest companion.

Or so I had thought.

I could feel my eyes flicker across the large crowd. The banquet playing and the hundreds of lights illuminating the hall to life. Each corner was roaring with laughter and happiness yet with each passing moment I was dying inside.

Oh god, what is happening to me.

I cried inwardly feeling my eyes flicker to the blurry hall. Swallowing back a sob a warm hand reached towards mine making me sit up in surprise. The sudden action turned in to a fatal one making me hiss in pain. Feeling my back wince in terror.

Glancing upwards, my eyes landed on the brown ones I had been accustomed to over the past week. Swallowing sharply, my hand slipped away from the man's seeing his jaw tighten a little yet he forced a tight smile.

Emre

It had been exactly a week since I had met the man yet he had made sure that he asserted his ' dominance' or so he thinks. One thing I knew for sure, was this man's ego was bigger than his head. I wasn't surprised to find the the man knew nothing past his wealth and his bachelor life. Every instance he made it clear that money and honour was everything to him and from the moment he opened his mouth. I prayed to god for the day it'll shut.

If it wasn't for his player ways and his ego, i'd learn to live with him, I hope. He wasn't that bad too look at but that wasn't the main point at the moment.

I knew moving my hand away from him wasn't something he particularly liked but as far as I knew. He wasn't my husband, yet.

In half an hour he will be

My conscious sneered as I inhaled a sharp breath and glanced from my hand. My stomach churned at the sight of striking blue eyes staring at me. The very same of Roshan's.

Roshan

Looking away from my parents. I felt my eyes sting with tears at their cruelty. I felt my heart whimper at the state they had left me in and I felt my inside turn at the state my back was because of them.

The memories of last week still fresh in my mind. I shouldn't have gone with Mustafa. I shouldn't have visited the shores yet it was too late now.

Just the memory left my body weak. My back crying with pain. Abi had been standing behind us, he had followed from the moment we left. If I once had love for that man, it was now gone and reality had settled in.

Pulling me from Mustafa the first thing he did was backhand me. His hand had never raised on me but it did last week; and it was all my fault. The memory played before me as I closed my eyes reliving it again.

I didn't quite understand when people said hell was on earth but now I knew what hell was like. Hell was being dragged inside your house. Hell was having your mother slap you across your face making your lips bleed.

Hell was having your back being whipped by the woman who supposedly gave birth to you. Hell was seeing Nourie crying out but being held back by Agha whilst I got hit.

'You're a traitor. You have dishonoured your grandfather'

That was all they said. And the sad thing was I couldn't escape. I couldn't leave the one place I called home and here I was, going to another hell.

Glancing down at my white wedding dress and the jewellery and diamond necklace around my throat. Anyone would be jealous of the sight yet all of these materialism were like a rope around me. Slowly killing me.

" Don't be sad my beautiful wife"

A voice spoke beside me making my eyes glance towards Emre seeing him give me a pearly smile. A dark look in his eyes.

" I'm not your wife"

" Not yet but tonight you will be"

The man said making my throat tighten, my stomach churning at what he was suggesting at.

Looking away from the man, I could see my future in-laws sitting at the table. Laughing and smiling. Their fake looks making me sick to my stomach.

A warm hand suddenly reached towards my shoulder making me tense and glance beside me. Despite all the pain, I felt a flicker of smile seeing Noursheen sit beside me. Her warm hands holding my shaking ones.

" There's a ticket in your bag and some money. Ask to go to the bathroom in five and Agha will take you away "

Noursheen whispered beside my ears as I felt my heart skip a beat. Cold shivers running down my spine. The lullabies of freedom suddenly rang in my ears as I stared at the woman. My eyes welling up with tears.

" Roshan left some money for you, Farya" She chocked out as I felt a lone tear run down my cheek. Wiping it away I could see the woman nod before she stood up, her eyes gliding forward.

" The imam is here" A voice spoke beside me making me tense. Glancing upwards at Noursheen I knew it was too late as I felt my mother reach towards my shoulder. Practically pulling me up.

Glaring at the woman, she gave me a disappointed look as if I was in the wrong.

" May Allah curse you"

I whispered to the woman seeing her eyes flare with anger. Squeezing my shoulder she gave me a tight smile before she leaned in.

" He has. He's given you" She spoke as she adjusted her hair before taking a seat beside me. Abi was the one to follow as he sat down whilst on the other end Mr. Vidit and his wife took a seat next to their son.

My eyes flickered upwards at the imam now sitting opposite me. His greying hair and kind eyes reminding me of my grandfather.

" Imaam Mebarak when you're ready" Mr. Vidit started as the man placed a maroon book before me, as he opened slowly. Whispering a small prayer.

This was it

Imaam Mebarak continuted to recite a few verses from the Qur'an as I sat there feeling my heart drop by the passing second. I could see the elderly man's eyes flicker towards mine from time to time, as if somehow he knew something was wrong.

The hall went utterly silent as Imaam Mebarak sat upwards. Making me hold on to my breath. I guess this is when he officially gets us married.

" Emre Vidit, Son of Suhail Vidit do you take Farya Khizan, Daughter of Abu-Bakr Fatih Khizan as your wife?"

" I-"

" God have mercy on us"

A loud voice cried out making my eyes snap upwards landing on Emre's aunt staring horrified at the screen above us. The crowd before us shifted, whispers of every kind filling the hall all of a sudden.

I could feel my mother tense, cursing under her breath as she stood up walking forward, enough to see what was on the screen. The woman's face paled, her eyes widening with horror as they slowly snapped towards me.

Abi was the second one to follow as Mr.Vidit and his wife too followed. Their faces swarming with anger.

" Fatih, when you said your daughter was innocent and naive. You missed the fact that she was having an affair with your enemy"

Mr. Vidit spoke as he stared at the screen making me tense. Glancing towards Noursheen the woman too looked as if she had seen a ghost. I could feel Emre stand up as he looked at the screen, his face morphing in to a disgusted look.

The hall filled with family and guests all stood up; and it only took a second before the it erupted in to a wildfire. Standing up from my seat, I walked towards the centre of the hall. My knees weak and my hands deathly sweaty.

I could feel the world around me spin. It was as though someone had sucked the breath out of me as I staggered backwards. My body turning utterly cold.

I could feel a metallic taste splurge at the back of my throat as I stared at the pictures of Mustafa and I, at the coast last week.

The man was cupping my face as I stared at him. My face was all red from the crying. His thumb was grazing against my cheek and his eyes were filled with pain as he stared down. The act looking so intimate making it as though he was my... lover

" Your daughter is warming Mustafa Aydins bed and you're tying my innocent son against her "

Mrs. Vidit started as she walked towards me. Staggering backwards I felt the woman spit in the floor beside me. Her raging face glaring at mine.

" I-I don't. I didn't" I tried defending my words barely coming out.

" Even if you kill her. The shame will forever stay with you Fatih. Your son was a druggie and your daughter a whore" Mrs.Vidit spat making Noursheen step forward. Her face utterly livid.

" Another word Bushra and I'll tell the world how your son has a illegitimate child with a white woman. Oh wait I just did" Noursheen growled making the woman snort and look away.

" Say what you want but at least my son will marry again. Whereas her, who will marry her" The woman spoke as she tried to strike me, making Noursheen step forward.

I could feel my eyes travel towards Abi who was looking at me. His face utterly pale, as though any minute he'd fall on the floor.

Oh god, let this be a dream.

I could feel tears run down my face, as I cried for my innocence yet no one listened. Why wasn't anyone listening to me?

Emre who had been utterly quiet suddenly took a step forward. His blazing eyes staring ahead of me. It happened all too fast as the man suddenly pulled a gun out. Pointing it straight at me. Leaving my body paralysed, the taste of death nipping at my lips.

Till a deep voice reached my ears. Knocking the breath out of me.

" I will marry her "

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