《The Wandering Fate》CHAPTER 32 ( a )
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When something bad happens you have three choices.
You can either let it define you.
Let it destroy you.
Or you can let it strengthen you. but to become strong, one needs to build strength.
Everything heals. Body heals.
Heart heals.
Mind heals.
Wound heals.
Soul repairs itself.
Happiness is always going to come back, bad time doesn't last long.
But was the bad time over?
Lying in Amaan's bed, looking at him wiggling with anger and tension, something deep inside her heart was touched. The kind of sensation was burning her from inside. In her miserable situation, she wanted to be with him and see him close to her. They way he hold her, sooth her pain, give her the name of his wife!
It was too much for her. Never in her life could she imagine him being possessive and protective toward her. Felt content. Forgetting the past events, she didn't want to remember what that lady said about him. Right now this man and his presence was the truth which her heart was accepting it with full right. Arzoo could sense his posture; he was stiff talking on phone with someone. But today this man accepted her as his wife not to show to people but on that secluded and dark room, he accepted it with full right.
Right now this was the reality she wanted to hold to herself. He was her reality.
Meeting him was fate.
Becoming his abhor was his choice.
But feeling tingling sensation was her choice. And it was new for her. like a new born baby, she was wrapping her new found feelings in duvet of uncertainty as she also knew that he is the same. His loath has not change a bit for her but he only cared for her nothing else. Or he felt pity on her?
Sighing deeply, she smelled his cologne from his blazer which she was still wearing. The smell of him was not helping her or her new found feelings.
What's happening with me?
Why his smell feels like home?
Why I want to be with him, close and save.
Hold on your reigns Arzoo, he doesn't like you let alone love. He just felt pity for you. remember you are just a vestige for him nothing else.
She snapped opened her eyes and took off his blazer but only to feel embarrassed in front of him. Arzoo saw him looking at her intently, that's when she realized that her front was torn apart. She covered herself with the sheets hurriedly. She looked back at him but only to see a blaze of fire in his eyes. His eyes were dilated and dark. His broad shoulders were leaving a shadow behind which was haunting her pitied form. Amaan was standing with his hands fist tight. His demeanor was showing anger nothing else. Amaan could see her disheveled state, her clothes were torn showing her lingerie and her disheveled hair, her bruised face and forehead. Her puffy eyes and swollen lips cause of slap her lip was cut and bruised. Amaan came and sat beside her. Not averting his eyes off of her. Arzoo looked down again. Couldn't take the intensity of his eyes, he was staring at her like he was searching something inside her. His eyes were showing something which she couldn't decipher. She could feel that his gaze is not normal. Amaan hold her chin gently and turned her face to him. Looking at her face features, she could see his face was becoming hard to read. his nostrils were flaring and his jaw was clenched.
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He traced her lower lip and looked at her eyes which were already looking at him.
'' did he kissed you?''
His voice was not normal. It felt like he was suppressing his eminence anger and that resulted to change his voice. She shivered from his question. It was not a normal question; never she thought to answer such question or to be in such a situation to even reply question like that. He pressed her cut on her lower lip and raised his eye brow. Arzoo hissed and tears willed up in her eyes. But she gulped the lump in her throat as she couldn't come up with words her voice was betraying her. she shook her head as negative but the pressure increased on her lip making her to close her eyes.
'' speak with words'' there was so much anger in his voice which was making her more nervous.
'' n...no'' gulping the lump forming in her throat, she managed to reply to him.
Amaan left her lip and looked at her eyes. Her lip were numb from the pressure he put. He got the first aid box and started cleaning her wound on her fore head. He was gently patting her wound but she felt his touch was not of care but of something else.
He was always like an enigma for her, she couldn't understand his feelings or his actions.
'' where did the fucker touched you'' he asked during his work,
To say she was uncomfortable, would be an understatement as she was ill at ease and discomfited in front of his question. But what was scaring her was not his questions, but it was the aura around him which was indicating her of the question raising behind the curtains of his mind. That she could read but couldn't reach to it. And it was not good as it can take a look of tornado any time but before that happen, she have to talk to him. collecting her less courage and energy which was still left, she looked at his eyes.
'' a...amaan I n..need to tell y..you something'' probably this was the first time she took his name. but it was for away for him to think something for her as he was blazing with anger. Amaan paused for a second and began again. He did her bandage and looked at her to continue. With shaky hands Arzoo took his calloused hand in her, taking him off guard for a second before he mask it again with is blank expression.
''I have n..no idea how it h..happened. I was just walking w..when he pushed me t..to that place and s..said dirty things. T...then he pushed me and t..tied my hands. I struggled but he s...slapped me. ( hiccup). He...he tore my clothes b..but before he do something else I k...kicked him and untie my hands (hiccup) I r..ran but my foot, something pierced it and t..then he pulled my skirt and I fall. i.. screamed b.but he covered my mouth. t...then you came there and saved me. i..i know you don't like me but.... ( hiccup) i....i don't want you to think something else a...about me'' she managed to say her truth in between her hiccups. Throughout that time Amaan was looking at her but he was not blank this time. But there was anger in his eyes. He looked at her foot. There was a deep cut like nail something but the blood had dried now.
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''a...amaan I''
'' why were you crying?'' he cut her and asked her the question which he had in his mind to ask but she had nothing to tell him since she was not in a state to remember what that lady told her. but it looked like he opened a Pandora box in front of her. she looked at him with glossy eyes who was already looking at her with anger in his eyes. His hand was still in her hand. he pressed her hand which was a gesture to reply him.
Arzoo swallowed to her dry throat and looked at him back. she was forming words to tell him but nothing was coming from her mouth. she wanted to tell him what that lady said to her. that he cheated on her.
That he degraded her.
But her mouth was sealed and nothing was coming out of it.
But before she could tell him something or anything, his phone rang. He looked at the screen then at Arzoo. He left her from there but not before telling her or better warning her.
'' I will be back till then take some rest'' Arzoo was innocent but she was not naïve. She clearly understood what he wanted to say to her. It was not his care for her, but it was a warning.
She was meeting her storm again, at the turn of tide. A great storm was coming her way and she could feel it. She couldn't cross the sea, merely standing and staring at the water. But it looked like her heart and her mind were in chaos, the rhythm was not the same between them.
'' ya ALLAH why I am restless, please help me'' tears made their way from her eyes.
Arzoo felt disgusted and find the urge to take a bath, standing under the warm shower in his bathroom which was nothing more than a lavish room itself, she took a relaxing shower and changed in a simple black silwar kameez collecting it from her room. putting the prayer rug she performed her midnight prayer.
Faith is not a delicate flower which would wither away under the slightest story weather. But her faith was shaky now. She was getting negative feelings which were giving her goose bumps. While on the other side, Amaan's cars were entering his other state which was a 30 meter ride from his this state. Famous for his gym and success parties or his other get together which he was against it to do it at his this home state, but there was something else which very few people knew, and that was his famous torture room.
Upon seeing him the guards opened the black hawk large gates for his cars to enter. His driver opened his door and he made his way like a lion made his way to his predator. Calculative yet determent.
'' hey Amaan darling how are you doing?
Long time I haven't seen you'' this seducing voice irritated him to no end. He turned and saw the least person he wanted to see. Huffing he glanced her. As always she was looking like a whore ready to make new clients. But what irritate him was, he was not expecting her. She was not allowed to enter his state then how come she came here and with whom?
Glancing at her clothes, upwardly he compared her to Arzoo.
Her shyness and her modesty were attracting him.
She was wrap in her modesty only for him.
'' what am I thinking''
He mentally scold himself to even think about her and again gave his attention to the least good person in front of him.
'' what the fuck are you doing here?''
Arrogantly he asked her in his usual dark tone, but she just laughed on his that rude remark and went closer to him un like his liking.
'' well I came here with someone, but my whole reason to come here was to see your precious naïve wife, and so I did. But sweetheart i am confuse to feel pity on you or on your wife?''
She was saying while tracing patterns on his lapel. He jerked her hands and gave her a warning look. Challenging her to dare not speak about his wife.
She laughed on her success to make him irk again. Taking a step back she looked at him in the eye. He noticed there was some kind of confidence in her eyes. Wondering from where she got it?
'' relax sweetheart I didn't said anything to her about our stunt. And perhaps I want to suggest you something. Don't dig grave for me, see for your precious little wife. May be she needs you too look at her.
Remember once you shoved me off when I wanted to come close to you, but after just one night, you just trashed me like I was no one, while I wanted to be with you, but you showed me my real place, my identity that who I was. But whatever I am its this suicide who made me. I earn my money. There is no difference between you and me. We both work hard to earn our money. The difference is our places and our works bu..''
'' what the fuck are you talking about'' he hissed under his breath but in response she just chuckled.
'' you fucking know what I am talking about.
But remember one thing Mr. Amaan Ahmad Rahmani, your wife is a gold digger. She will leave you one day when you will least expect her. I can see that she is not finding her peace of mind in you, in fact she is finding that in someone else. It looks you are not keeping her satisfied aren't you hm?''
To say he was angry would be an understatement as he was beyond angry and furious to comprehend what she just said to him.
His eyes were red in anger and his jaw clenched that his mandible bones were ticking. He clenched his fists hard that his nails were digging in his flesh. He dangerously came closer to her while she backed out in fear.
''don't.
Do not sprout shit about my wife. You fucking don't have idea what I can do with you''
He was provoked to be galled and enraged and Farida could see how angry he was. She mentally smirked knowing she has done her work. She was in a need of hurt Amaan some way as he did when he insulted her badly that it shattered her already shattered pride. And the way Rizwan told her that he needed her help to use Arzoo and then put the blame on her character. And would get away easily while taking pleasure at the same time they both will get their chance to hurt Amaan were he least expected.
'' I don't have to sweetheart, as I saw your wife crying in your own party while you think people were not noticing her?, bull shit.
They did notice her. showing her victim card to all, she was doing nothing but to disgrace you.
Then I saw her running out while holding someone's hand who gave her a napkin. They both left the hall'' she said it in a very experienced laid to him. before she passed by him with a triumph look on her face, he grabbed her arm tightly that his nails were digging in her flesh. She hissed and looked at him. there was so much exasperation and indignant in his eyes, that made her swallow and shiver. All the courage flew away from the window.
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