Negative thoughts and tensions are like birds. We can not stop them from flying near us, but we can certainly stop them from making a nest in our mind, but in this situation nest was already build and bird was also roaming around. But everything was running away from her in her head. How can she control her life when the one with whom she is bounded by religion and law, was not paying her heeds at all. How can she believe that the relationship they are sharing is not based on the length of time they spent together. It's based on the foundation they should built together. But what was she bantering with?

She was his concubine, not wife?

So what relationship was she thinking about?

Ali saw her turmoil and as always he felt bad for her. He needed to help her since he knew that what relationship did Amaan was sharing with Arzoo. He was not considering her as his wife and Ali knew that very well. He mentally sighed.

'' let me help you, although I know that he will curse me for doing so, but i am ok with it. But if you go inside then I don't know what will he do with you'' he told Arzoo with a assuring yet concern voice.

Arzoo shivered. She was aware of his anger. Her back and arm were still paining.

She nodded to the kindest man she can call a brother or a friend. And give him a small smile. But Ali could see how much hurt she was. He shook his head and entered his GYM.

'' hey bro '' he tried to act teasingly around him.

Amaan was busy on his punching, he glanced at him and continued his punching.

Ali saw how hardly he was punching. He does that when he is extremely angry. Then he burst his anger on punching someone or punching is punching bag in his private gym.

This is so hard to talk to him right now, If I take Arzoo's name! then I don't know what will be his reaction. But I have to help that poor soul. At least this I can do to her if I can't do much. He took a deep breath and looked at Amaan intently.

'' Amaan there is a situation and you need to be involved as .......... A husband''

He hesitatingly said it. And that stopped Amaan's punches. He catched the flying punching bag but not before punching it hard one last time.

He was panting and sweating. Sweat beads were falling from his temples and his hair were stuck to his forehead.

He took off his gloves and cleaned his sweat with his towel. Amaan looked at Ali with a motion to continue.

'' its not my place to tell you, you should ask this from your wife who is waiting for you in the lawn. I think you should talk to her and listen to her'' Ali said with lace of concern in his voice for Arzoo.

Amaan took his water bottle and start drinking water. He took few deep breaths and looked at Ali.

'' she wants to go?''

He asked in a calm voice which was not dreading than his angry voice. Ali nodded his head.

'' look bro, it's your life. I am your best friend but I have nothing to say in your personal life. Except telling you to give this marriage a chance. She is very innocent for you. Don't damage her, don't break her yo...''

'' you are done?''

Amaan didn't let Ali finish as he irritatingly stopped him. Amaan glared at Ali.

'' she is not my fucking wife, I have married her but she is way too far from my statues to be my wife.

She is a burden on me. But don't worry she is indebted to me and I will fucking make sure she pay her debts'' Ali had nothing to say to him because he knew that nobody can change his mind but only if Arzoo change his mind toward herself. He knew Amaan is not a bad person. But right now he hated the fact of his marriage. Arzoo was too innocent, maybe she change him or he will lose her.

Amaan was striding to leave his gym.

'' where are you going?'' Ali's voice halted his steps. Amaan glared him and left his gym.

Ali was in dilemma to follow him or leave him.

They are husband and wife, I don't think there is place for me to talk. he smiled on this and left to his room.

Amaan entered the main lawn and looked at Arzoo whose back was facing him. She was looking to a distance and deep in thought. She didn't notice and Amaan was standing in her back.

'' where the fuck you think you are going?''

His deep voice jolted her and she turned abruptly. She looked at him with wide eyes. She couldn't believe but to notice how handsome he was looking in his messy and sweaty state in his gym tracks.

His hairs were stick to his forehead, sweat beads could be seen on whole face. But he had a towel around his neck probably for cleaning the sweat. He raised his eyebrow telling her to reply.

She immediately looked down and started fudging with her fingers.

''I ...... I am n.....not going b......but aunty s..said that I should go c....cause its my...my last day in here ''

She managed to muster some courage and said this one sentence with much difficulty. She breathed when she realized she was holding her breath. She was biting her lip and tugging it between her teeth.

Amaan jaw clenched and he clenched his fist. His mandible was ticking and his eyes were seeing red now.

'' you fucking don't know the gravity of your situation do you?

You forgot what statues you have in my life girl?

Let me fucking remind you''

Arzoo's hands were sweating, she was trembling with fear in front of him. It's been a day from their marriage and she is so afraid of him. She was taking back steps from him when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his chest. She collided to his hard chest. This increased her fear to another level. Hesitantly she looked at him and found a sinister smirk on his face. Her breathing hitched when she felt his hands snaked around her tiny waist. But the hold was tight, he was digging his nails in her waist leaving marks there. She hissed but didn't look up at him. She bited her lip to control herself from escaping a sob. He was intentionally hurting her. Her hands were on his hard chest to make some distance between them.

'' you are my fucking concubine, but I guess you don't know what concubine means''

He whispered in her ear making her shudder. She wanted to escape from him but how?

They were in such position and that too in the lawn. If this was a normal relationship, she would feel embarrassed by their current position, having fear if someone might see them. But right now she desperately wanted that someone come there and save her from him.

He snuggle his nose in her hair inhaling her lavender scent. She shuddered more and closed her eyes tightly.

'' it means a woman who lives with a man but has lower statues than his wife.

A mistress

A kept woman. But you are not the lucky one to be my mistress or my kept woman. You don't have that statues. But...'' he paused not noticing that his words broke Arzoo's already broken heart. Her eyes were threading her to glister with tears but she was trying hard to not let them down her face.

He pressed her more to himself where her tiny body was completely plastered to his big one. It was hard for her to breath because of the position they were in.

'' you are my concubine who will look after my house, my needs, my family's need. And a concubine askes for permission before going somewhere from the person who own them. And I own you. So you should fucking take my permission before anything. Understood?''

She was to lost in her pain that she didn't replied to him. He put more pressure to her waist and she whimpered but shut her mouth immediately and nodded to him. He jerked her roughly that she fall on floor hitting her tail bone to the ground hardly. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. He crouched to her level and raised his eyebrow challenging her to defy him.

'' ca.....can I g...go w...with noori?'' she croaked at the end and a hiccup escaped from her mouth. She immediately put her hand on her mouth and wiped her tears, still sitting on ground.

Amaan took a frustrating sigh and lifted her chin with his index finger.

'' ok but unfortunately for me and fortunately for you that your name is linked with me so, you better look good. Change this mess and..'' he paused while looking at her amber rose with his black deep eyes. He could clearly read fear in her eyes which was satisfying him more.

'' I am afraid of no one and by now you know that but you don't know the real me. So I don't care what you say behind my back to anyone, I fucking care about my mother only. If you dare to fucking mess with me or my family then'' his eyes were red in anger and his pressure on her chin increased. She hissed in pain and was sure that it will leave a bruise there as well.

'' you have no idea what I will do to you sweetheart, I will fucking vanish you or tarnish you under my feet. Get this in your fucking head.

One night only, tomorrow you will be here by morning before I open my eyes. But if I didn't see you tomorrow before I open my eyes!

Then trust me you will not like the consequences'' with that he jerked her chin and left from there.

She stood up with wobbly feet. Tears were falling from her eyes but she cleaned her face.

'' Arzoo''

She heard Noori's voice calling her. Before Noori could see her she immediately cleaned her face and formed a fake smile.

'' where are you? I have been searching for you for so long.

Ok go get ready we are leaving Hamid is waiting in his car'' but she stopped when she saw Arzoo's puffy face. It concerned her.

'' Ya ALLAH what is this?

What happened to you?

I mean look at you, you look..''

'' I am fine Noori, it just that I felt nostalgic because tomorrow I will leave this country and you all, leaving mom and dad behind. I don't know when I will be able to see their grave again.''

She cut Noori and told her the half truth. Yes she was sad of leaving her lovely people behind. She had fear of living alone with a man he hates her till his core. How will she be able to live a life with him?

Noori hugged her and with that hug Arzoo broke down. She was so engross in her broken state that she didn't realize that Hamid had also joined them. Arzoo broke the hug but she was still crying when Hamid side hugged her. She put her head on his chest but didn't hug him. Hamid was cooing her and calming her. But one pair of eyes was looking at them like a hunter looks at his pry.

Amaan's jaw clenched, his teeth were gnashing with each other and his nostrils were flaring. He clenched his fists hard and that cause to the breaking of the protein bottle which he had in his hand.

He didn't like seeing Arzoo feeling comfortable with a man. As for as he knew her, she was a coy and timid girl. But seeing her in someone's hug, was boiling his anger to no limit.

He wanted to barge in and smash Hamid's face. But he knew he couldn't do that.

He rubbed his jaw roughly and left from there. He had no intention of looking at her after he left. But he came back to pass the lawn and take his laptop from his study when he saw Arzoo in Hamid's hug.

A day have been passed from their marriage but he was not liking Arzoo with other man. No Amaan was not in love. He was a very possessive man. When he own something then that is only his. And right now as he said he owned Arzoo, so he wanted her just for himself.

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Is he possessive or jealous?

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