Chewing on her fingers, she was sitting anxiously on the off white couch. Anxiety rolled off her face. She could hear the water running in the bathroom that meant he was taking a shower. And she didn't want that shower to be over ever. She, now, wasn't having the courage to face him.Afraid and scared. And you've earned a punishment, my wife.His dominating voice again ran within her ears.What would he do?She kept on thinking that, making more and more chills to walk on her spine.Her eyes moved left then right, moving to and fro among the four walls. Her throat had caged her breath and her whole body was cold.The fear of punishment was making her heart beat to rise rapidly.Would he beat her?Slap her?Rape her?How he would punish her?The scenarios running in her mind made series of goosebumps to rise all over her body. Her body getting more and more cold.All the anticipation flooded inside her and she felt tears running to her eyes but she blinked them in.Disturbed, she sto

That night.Those green eyes.Her first time.And what he did to her.How he treated her.It was all unforgettable."Moosa," the man's voice reached her ears and her mind was clawed by the painful memories of the pastIt was unbelievable. Surreal!Unrealistic!Impossible!!!"Ayaan," Moosa acknowledged and walked down the wooden stairs. His gait strong and powerful, while Roshanay stilled at a spot. Feeling all the life draining out of her body slowly and steadily. Her heart racing a mile a minute. Within seconds, she began to feel suffocated and felt hot tears rushing to her eyes.She knew they were uncontrollable.They would break free through the barrier of her eyes, wouldn't matter how much would she try to cease the. Control them. Those watery tears would gush through her eyes like water running wildly through the waterfall. Not wanting anyone to witness her state, she stepped back. Taking one more step backwards, she turned around and ran towards the room. ......"Roshanay you

"So how did you manage to get your hands on him?" Farah asked Roshanay with a poker face. Just three of them were on the breakfast table as Moosa was having a word with Ayyan in the drawing-room, next to the dining room.As soon as her words registered in her ears, Roshanay looked up at her and found her smirking. Her curly hairs giving her a more evil look and face caked with makeup reminded Roshanay of her uncle's only daughter, Hafsa.Her brain put forth the propositions how to deal with such people and the best one of those were, to ignore her and she looked down again, continuing her breakfast"What are you saying, Farah?" Alizeh said, appalled at Farah's absurd question."What? Don't shut me up Alizeh. I know how to deal with these people," Farah told and Roshanay's grip on the fork tightened. Her words penetrated her heart."Are you even looking at what you're saying? My brother would mind a lot if he heard it,""Oh your brother?" Farah turned towards Alizeh, who was sitting be

Roshanay jumped at her place, the sound of loud bang penetrated deep within her eardrums that caused her heart to quiver. Even it was still quivering, she wasn't recovered from the fear and the pain. She held her bruised hand, which was turning blue at the places where the wood of pencil had been pushed badly. She could still feel the pressure on her fingers.She wasn't able to massage her fingers because it would hurt more. Only the slight shaking of the hand provided her some relief. Troublesomely, she looked at the door then back at her hand.........At noon, her door knocked and Alizeh came in. A broad smile danced on her face as she sat beside her."Thank you, Alizeh. Come sit," Roshanay said, patting the place next to her and Alizeh sat down."Thank you, for what?""You... defended me this morning. Thanks for that and many more things,""Aray.... you're welcome but shut up. No need to thank me. And about Farah, she is a nice girl but she was quite hurt when Moosa bhai suddenly

Sleeping, she didn't notice when the door got opened and he came in. As soon as he entered, his eyes landed in her angelic face. She was looking beautiful while sleeping and unknowingly, a small smile crept on his lips. Shutting the door behind him, he walked towards her slowly so she won't wake up due to his heavy footsteps. Moosa stood infront her and closely analysed her face. Sometimes, he himself wasn't able to comprehend why she would resemble Nur so much?Those were the moments, when he would always want to look at her. His eyes would be struck at her face for hours and hours because she would resemble Nur so much. Just like now, her nose and her closed eyes looked as if she was sleeping here instead of her. His days and nights at his work were spent just thinking about her. The first time he saw her, the first time he held her in his arms, the first time their eyes met. About all these scenarios, there was something astoundal. It had been minimal time with her but he couldn