The most tragic fact about loneliness is that unlike sickness and diseases, there is really no cure for this experience of feeling rejection, of being an outcast. Further down the road we realize that as much as family and friends could try all their best to help, loneliness is one battle you only win by yourself. The one who notice the storms in your eyes, the silence in your voice and the heaviness in your heart, are the ones you need to let in. Arzoo could feel her uncle's happiness. He was happy seeing her. And that feeling was much better than the loneliness in her heart. She couldn't open up to them about her feelings like always. She would keep it to herself.

They all were seated on dining table where her all favorite foods were prepared by Noori. These four people were so engross in their talks that Arzoo couldn't help but to feel nostalgic.

I didn't realize that I was making memories, while I thought I was having fun. I wish I could go back in life. Not to change anything, but to feel few things twice................or think or even change few. I wish I could change my life's decisions. I wish I could stop dad before naming me to him. I wish I could stop him before declaring me as a criminal in his court. I wish I could tell him that I am not as he thinks about me. I wish I could remove myself from his life, I wish I could give him satisfaction of a better wife as he deserves.

'' Arzoo '' she jolted when Noori nudge her. She took a deep breath and look at her surroundings. She didn't realize that she was zone out.

'' you are ok my child?'' asked Mr. Jamil in a concern voice. She nodded her head with a small smile. Dinner was done when Mr. Jamil called her to his room. She was afraid how to answer him when she clearly knows she cannot lie to him.

With lazy steps she enters his room. He was sitting on sofa reading something when he saw her approaching him. He beckoned her to come to him.

'' Arzoo my child!

How's life going on?

Are you happy?''

He asked her with his loving voice which made her throat heavy, but she had to control herself. She can't breakdown in front of this kind old man. He was her father, mother, and teacher, everything to her. She took a deep breath and looked at him.

'' I am fine uncle, everybody loves me there, and respect me. Aunty is like a mother which I never had. She treats me like her child, or more than her own children, although she is sick but she manages to look after me. And uncle, he is so caring and loving. He adores me a lot. Anabia is exception. I see Noori in her but she is way more naughty. Ali brother is amazing. He is always there if I need any help.

Life is good uncle when you have such good people around you..''

'' and amaan?'' he cut her in between and asked about the same person who was the cause of her misery. She was feeling dreaded from this question. How can she tell him that how he treats her.

'' is he good with you?'' there was perturb in his face and voice for her. Arzoo was looking pale and it was concerning him.

'' he.....he's fine uncle'' she closed her eyes after lying for the first time to him.

I am sorry uncle. I have to lie to you. Otherwise you will not bear it if I open up to you.

I can't give you more tensions. Life is difficult for me but I have hope that things will be fine soon.

She gave him a small smile and took his hands in her hands.

'' I am good uncle, and if life is being difficult with me then I am sure a time will come when I will remember this time with a smile on my lips. I am sure everything will be fine. It's just so new to me. Everything is new to me, but soon I will be used to it and I will make it right.''

Mr. Jamil couldn't help but feel proud of her. When she has grown up. He couldn't believe it.

'' you will be leaving tomorrow from here to your house, a complete new place to you. But I want you to be strong and if something bothered you then tell me. I will always stand by your side'' he said while patting her head lovingly. Arzoo put her head on his chest and closed her eyes. A tear dropped from her eyes, but she wiped it before he could see it.

Arzoo went to her room, the essence of the room was same like it was before. She spent her last night in her home with so much talking, and smiling trying to not show that pain which she had in her heart.

Noori noticed that when she sits, she feels pain. And she remember her back pain also and the bruise in her arm. She couldn't help but think that something is not right with Arzoo.

'' you feel pain. Are you ok?'' she asked her with her concern yet a doubt in her eyes which was challenging Arzoo to deny her. Arzoo got nervous but tried her best not to show it.

'' I told you that I slipped so yeah I have some pain but I am fine don't worry, lets sleep its 1 in the morning and I have to go early in the morning.'' She said nonchalantly but a concern and worry was in her voice.

'' why early?

Aunty said your flight is at 2pm then why early?'' she asked Arzoo with curiosity.

Arzoo lost words. What could she tell her that Amaan ordered her to come before he wakes up. While playing with words she was trying to muster something and tell her when Hamid entered in her room.

'' it's simple Noori, she wants to do her packing or she wants to be there. That's her real house now''

Said Hamid with an adoration in his eyes for his sister. While Noori nodded.

'' Hamid brother can you drop me early in the morning there?''

Asked Arzoo with a hope and fear in her eyes. While Hamid nodded and didn't ponder on it much.

It was 4 in the morning when she woke up with the sound of Azaan. She did her ablution and her prayer.

She collected some of her books from her room. And started to get ready. Today the weather was cold but not snowing. So she wore her blue jean and paired it with black turtle neck sweater with same black color cardigan and black scarf around her head. She finished her look with black shoes. It was around 5 when she was done. Arzoo knew that Amaan usually wakes up around 6 so she better be there before he wakes up.

Arzoo went to her uncle's room and find him awake reading quran. He looked at her and got confused.

'' where are you going so early?'' he asked with curiosity in his voice.

Arzoo went inside and sat beside him.

'' uncle I have to go early. Amaan said I should come early. So..''

He didn't let her complete and patted her head.

''ok my child. I will come there with Noori and Hamid before you leave. So go now'' he said with a smile which encouraged Arzoo. Hamid was already ready and waiting for her in their small yard. Arzoo looked at Noori who was sleeping peacefully so she didn't bother to wake her up.

After some 30 minutes of ride, the car was entered to the big black gates of the Rahmani mansion. The car ride was quite since Arzoo had a fear in her heart and Hamid knew that she is upset of leaving everything behind so he didn't bother her. Hamid dropped her but he went from there. He will come later with his father and sister.

The guard opened the gate for her and she entered. Lawn and halls were empty and silent. She sighed with relief. Arzoo silently entered her room but only to froze on her spot. Her blood froze in her veins. Her heart was beating so wildly that she taught it will explode any minute in her chest.

She started shivering seeing Amaan standing beside the window and turned to see her. He was wearing grey sweatpant with black vest. His hands were in his pockets. Amaan was looking at her intently. It looked like he is looking straight at her soul.

He got satisfied seeing her fearful condition. It gave him an immense satisfaction seeing the effect that he had on her. He could see that she was trembling.

In that cold weather she was sweating. She was afraid of him.

Fear is the brains way of saying that there is something important for you to overcome. But there was nothing for her to overcome. She was afraid of Amaan beyond the words. The way he was looking at her was making her weak on her knees.

Amaan was looking at her intently. He looked at her from head to toe. His blank expression morphed in to an angry one. He took slow and fluid steps toward her. Making Arzoo to take back steps until her back touched the cold wall. She wanted the wall to swallow her at once. His every step was making her heart stop.

'' two days of our marriage and you are already showing your real face hm?'' he snarled as he neared her. Towering over her quivering frame. Gently grasped her chin, he tilted her head upward and stared in her big mesmerizing but painful amber eyes.

He arched his brow motioning her to reply. But she had nothing to say to him. She had no idea what is he talking about. He would be awake around 6 but now it's close to 6 and he is awake.

Arzoo knew that she is in deep trouble now.

Every time Amaan see her, he couldn't deny how beautiful she was. Her all features were like a beautiful and flawless painting. Her creamy and soft skin, her deep Junoesque amber eyes, sharp nose, cherry rose and plump lips, and sharp jaw. Amaan was not a man to fall easily. His reasons were engraved in his mind. He couldn't forget the reasons for which he had to marry her. Her presence was nothing but a vestige in his life. The image which she had in his eyes, were blocking all his other senses.

'' I ..... I don't ....k...know wh...what are you t...talking about'' finally she managed to reply him while looking down. Her heartbeat was fast and so her breathing. She was sure he can feel it too. her lips were trembling but she was continuously biting it to stop the trembling.

Amaan smirked and gripped her chin densely between his index and thumb fingers while his nails were digging in her chin making her to close her eyes tightly and wince.

'' you really don't have any fucking idea what I am talking about?'' he replied calmly while his tone laced with possessiveness. Arzoo looked at him with confusion. His eyes were void of any humanly emotions. he released her chin and gripped her waist and neck tightly. Before she could understand her situation, he smashed his lips on hers, her eyes wide in shock and her heart pounded. He bite her lips harshly making her to grasp while he continued his torture on her lips his hand left her neck and grabbed her hair tightly and roughly. Arzoo knew that this touch is not love but it shows his hate for her.

This was first time someone was touching her, she had no idea what to do.

She grasped as he pulled her hair harshly. He bite her lower lip much harder. She tried to scream but he swallowed her voice. Her whole body was shaking. She put her hands on her chest to push him. But she was a tiny creature in front of him. She was 5,5 while he was 6,2.

She was feeling pain. She was feeling violated. He was kissing her with all his anger while looking at her in the eyes. While her eyes were tightly shut.

What looked like hours, were merely minutes when he left her lips. Both were breathing heavely. He didn't left her. Still he was standing close to her and her hands were still on his chest.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. She saw blood on his lips. And the way her lips were stinking, she knew that it's her blood. There were many emotions in her eyes.

Fear, nervousness, confusion, and shyness. He read it all and he was amazed by her eyes but soon he masked it again with his expressionless face.

She looked down but her tears betrayed her again.

'' what happened sweetheart? Does my touch disgust you?'' he asked her in his stern voice. She didn't look up. Somehow she got a bit censure in his tone. But she shrugged it off. Why would he inculpate her and for what sin. But her thoughts came crashing down when he snatched the floor beneath her feet.

'' Hamid's touch doesn't disgust you right?

You enjoy him hugging you?

Did you hug him last night too?

I am sure you did. Cause for the nightmares which you have I am sure he must have come to your room and hugged you. Or you were in his room.'' he snarled while digging his figures in his waist.

After hearing him, she instantly looked up at him. For a few seconds she couldn't believe what she heard. Observing his words was impossible for her to digest. Tears were streaming down from her eyes to her cheeks. Her mouth hung open. She was breathing fast while he was calmly looking at her expression.

How can he think like that?

How can he say something like that about her?

'' how.... C...can you s....say that?

He....is m..my bro..Ahhh. he didn't let her complete and throw her harshly on floor. Making her wince in pain. He crouched to her level and pulled her hair making her to look at him.

'' fucking don't lie to me. I saw how you were clung to him. But you know what my name is fucking engraved with yours. And I will make you pay for all of this.'' He seethed with anger and hate in his voice for her. She sobbed and winced as he pulled her hair harshly.

'' its n....not t..true he's m...my brother p....please d...don't s...say something like t....that'' (Hiccup)

''SHUT UP!''

She flinched and looked at him in too much fear. His eyes were red in anger and his nostrils were flaring. The bones in his mandible were ticking. He was gnashing his teeth together. He roughly clenched her jaw, she closed her eyes shut.

''Don't make me break this pretty mouth of yours. Because I hate liers'' he left her jaw and roughly made her stand by pulling her elbow.

'' I am telling you once and for the last time. From now on that boy is no one to you. I am not a man to let you go that easily. Fucking you don't know me. But I will make you know me. I own you little shit. So you will follow as I say to you get that'' he grithed throw his teeth.

''GET THAT!'' she flinched ant vigorously nodded her head. Jerking her he left to his private gym.

While she hugged her knees and cried her heart out.

What else is left for me to see?

My heart is paining god what should I do?

His words are killing me.

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