The quality of patience goes a long way toward our goal of creating a more peaceful and loving self. The more patient we are, the more accepting we will be of what is, rather than insisting that life be exactly as you would like it to be. Becoming more patient involves opening your heart to the present moment. Even if we don't like it.

Hearing what Mrs. Zarina said, tugged Arzoo's heart. She wanted to reach to him.

But what she knew about him?

Almost nothing. She wanted to know him, but his words from last night were engraved in her heart and mind. She couldn't forget the words which he used for her.

Anabia and Mrs. Zarina's words, didn't help the pain which he gave her in her heart. She was broken, she was alone. She was left in a dessert with no destination.

She thought that this house is her house but, it looked like a mirage to her, who is in front of her eyes but still not there.

I hate you

You have been force upon me

You are nothing but a burden

You are a vestige

These words were in her mind and heart, all her hope to live a happy married like, came to a halt. Her organs were working normally in her body, but she looked like a dead person. Her eyes were showing no life, she was more calm than before. If anybody who could see her eyes, they could see clearly that how empty her eyes were. It looked like they were set on a distend look, but where were they looking?

She didn't have any answer for this too. But right now she promised to a sick and weak lady.

A promise that she couldn't fulfill by heart, but her mind was telling her something else.

You promise to an old and weak and kind lady but how will you do it?

Do you remember what he told you last night?

Do you remember what he thinks about you?

Burden

Vestige

Leech person

And so many. How will you fulfill the promise?

But you can do it. Just for the sake of this kind mother.

Mrs. Zarina's words give her heart and mind a slight hope which was enough for her. It looked like a drop of rain on a dessert.

She made her mind. He doesn't accept her as his wife, so she won't expect anything as his wife.

She will do all her duties as his wife and as this house's daughter in law. But she will keep her distance from him as much as she can.

and about the promise?

If her endeavors are true,

If her aims are true.

Then things will come to its place, she will put her efforts but try to be far from him and his life.

Arzoo has no interest in his money or fame, she is a simple girl. All Arzoo wanted from him was, love, understanding, and respect. But now she knows he will never give her that.

She was pacing in her room that she didn't realize someone entered the room. The next second she bumped in to something really hard that made her lose her balance, she closed her eyes, but lamentably she hold on the something hard, but her sense came crushing like a tornado, when she felt a hand gripped her tightly from her waist. She immediately opened her to see the man she didn't want to be close with.

Her heart was beating abnormally; her veil slipped from her head and made her hair on display. Her brown hairs were still damp. Amaan was holding her from her tiny waist. He could feel her heartbeat.

Fuck she is beautiful beyond words. She is just fucking perfect.

Perfect body, perfect features. Right curves in right places.

Her hair, damp, looking so delicious.

Their eyes were locked. But Arzoo was the one to avert her eyes from him. She tried to steady her balance and stand on her feet. But he pulled her more to him.

Arzoo froze on her place, her heart was not beating, but it was drumming now.

She took her hands back from his shoulders and put them on his chest to make some distance between them. Amaan was relishing her nervousness, he was reveling from her this state. And what more he enjoyed was her broken state.

He looked at her red face, her eyes were swollen and puffy, her nose was red, and her lips were tumefy.

He smirked.

This is just the beginning; you have a long way to go with me.

Only my words broke you this much, and then what will my actions do to you?

She started to slowly wriggle in his hold, but that only made his hold on her waist more tight and firm.

'' where the fuck have you been?''

She slowly looked at him, but his heated gaze on her and his tight hold, was making her shiver. She was barely 5,5 and he was strong, masculine man with the height of 6,2, freeing herself from his hold was impossible for her.

'' fucking I asked you something?'' he seethed.

Chill shivers run down to her spine, she swallowed hard and timidly looked at him.

With fear and beating heart she looked up to him. He was standing in his gym clothes looking at her intently. Anger was visible in his eyes. His jaw was clenched, his hair were disheveled.

Standing tall and masculine with so much anger and hate in his eyes, looking at her from head to toe.

She averted her eyes and looked down.

Her breathing was not normal and she knew that now it will take time for her to become normal. He squeezed her waist which was kind of a thread for her, so she should reply to him. She gasped and immediately looked at him. He raised his eye brow and challenged her to not obey him. Again she looked down but managed to reply him anyhow.

'' i....i w...was w...with aunty'' she stuttered but managed to reply him in a whisper, if he wasn't that close to her, he couldn't have listen what she said. This made him more anger, his nostrils flared as he breathed deeply. Amaan's jaw clenched, the muscles ticking in his mandible as his fingers balled making his nails white, and digging in his flesh, and the angry vein lines on his hands became prominent.

He roughly clenched her jaw with his strong hand, and made her to look at him. Arzoo swallowed hard as she stifled a whimper.

'' you have started your dirty plan already huh?

Aren't you satisfied with the results of your plans, that you are standing as my wife.

But you know what I am Amaan fucking Rahmani, you can't play with me sweetheart.

I will ram or cram you under my feet, and vanish you like you have never been in this world. You want to use my sick mother in front of me?

But guess what, I will fucking kill you before that. So pretend like a good wife and a good daughter in law otherwise there are consequences which you can't bare it a bit. You fucking don't know who I am and what I am capable of. If you know a bit of it, then I am sure your this small birdie and dirty heart won't tolerate the mere sight of it.

Get this in your fucking shit head''

Saying calmly, yet with so much hate and authority. His aura dark; his whole demeanor radiating power and dominance as his strong muscular hand jerked her jaw but didn't take steps back; he was standing close to her. His breath was fanning her face but his words squeezed her heart.

How can he think like this?

What kind of image I have in his eyes?

He hates me this much that he can kill me!

She was afraid of him, her demeanor showed only fear to him, her eyes were down and shivering. She bited her lower lip to control her sobs, but her tears were betraying her. She hated to cry in front of anyone. But ever since she got married to him, she had cried a lot. It's been only a day, but her tears were saying like they there in her eyes for years.

He roughly jerked her, he back hit the dressing table and she lost her balance. she fall with a thud. Her back got hurt but her heart more. She remembered his mother's word;

'' Work on this marriage my child just have patience with him

Give him love

Give him care

Be with him''

This squeezed her heart, he crouched to her level and pulled her damp hair in his fist.

'' from now on before you show your dirty face to others, you will clean this room. I will put my clothes out and you will iron it, you are my concubine not my WIFE.

You don't even deserve to be my concubine; you don't have that statues too. But unlucky me, now you are. Got it?'' he yelled on her face, she winced from the pain he was giving her but didn't utter a word.

Hesitatingly she nodded with tears in her eyes. He jerked her head roughly. He left to washroom but not before throwing clothes to her face .

She took the clothes and looked at him confusingly. It was a pair of female clothes.

'' wear this, now that you piece of shit is bound to me, you should wear clothes presentable. What the fuck are you wearing?

Even my concubine wear clothes better than you.

And pack you're this shit looking clothes, my designer will pack clothes for you. I know you don't deserve it, but it's ok. It makes you more indebted to me''

he smirked and left her in her dishevel state.

She looked back at the clothes; it was a long black skirt with white and black stripped, long sleeve shirt with a brown belt on waist. It was beautiful but the only problem was that it was tight comparing to her other clothes. It was not very tight but for her it showed her figure more visible. After wearing it, she realized her assumptions were true about this dress, her tiny waist was looking more tiny in this dress, her upper body was looking more prominent and so her lower body.

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How rude?

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