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"No.. I mean yes, he's taking good care of me." I felt an amused look plastered on Humza's face where as a casual smirk crossed mine.

"Alhamdulillah. I knew this was the right decision." Rafia aunty ruffled Humza's hair as he groans a bit. She kissed my forehead and I don't know why it felt a little foreign. Does she like me?

To be honest I have never felt loved. Nabiha didn't even call me ever since I came here. What kind of love was that?

"Anyway I am leaving mother. I'll be late. You guys please don't wait for me." Humza glanced at his watch and began to strode away.

"Where are you going?" Aunty questioned him and he soon halted in his tracks.

"To Huzaifa's party. It's for his sister." Well I remember Huzaifa. The head of security.

"Take Anaabiya with you. She'll enjoy." Humza's jaw clenched and unclenched as aunty asked him to take me along.

"I already asked her. She said she is not feeling good." My mouth opens and then closes as I couldn't think of anything to say.

Maybe he is going along with one of his mistresses. I swear maliha always told me that she could have hired the famous assassin named Anyah to get rid of all of them at once. (Anyah this was for you ♥️)

He on the other hand

is such a liar. He is snubbing his lies at my face. I wouldn't want to go along with him but now that he doesn't want me to go, I will.

"Actually I am fine now. I would like to go aunty." I wasn't still talking to Humza directly and I could see his eyes darkening as I sniggered.

"But mother I am already late." He never called his mother 'ammi' or 'mama', just something that I have noticed lately.

"Why aren't you people talking directly to each other?" Uncle interrupted noticing the distance betwixt us.

None of us utters a word. Humza looks distracted, as if he didn't even hear that. "Listen You two. I know this is tough, marriage is tough but give each other a chance and I don't want to hear anything else. Anaabiya go get ready. You two are going together." Aunty warned us and I honestly didn't have the guts to go against her or hurt her.

Humza raises his hand out of exasperation, as if he couldn't believe it. Frustration quite evident on his face.

I ambled back to my room hurriedly and took out the first dress that I saw. It was a cream and pink 2 piece. It had a beautiful embroidery at the end near the intricate golden lace and near the neck. I took a pink hijab and wrapped it around my head securely. As for makeup I had applied a lip gloss and nothing else.

I made my way down into the foyer to find Humza, aunty and uncle seated on the furniture.

"Masha allah look at our daughter. Isn't she too beautiful?" Uncle and aunty spoke as my cheeks turned a brighter shade of crimson.

"Can we leave now? I am already too late." Humza spat. He didn't even look at me.

Well, like I care.

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The car ride was a curse. It was as if he was driving alone. He didn't even look at me once and it was now getting on my nerves.

The car came to a halt as we reached outside a pub. My eyes now popping out of it's socket.

No way am I going in there but I had taken an oath that I wouldn't speak to him. Plus he didn't force me to come here. Why did I even want to take a revenge?

To hell with the oath. "Drop me back. I can't go in." For a second, I thought I saw his lips slightly twitching as if in victory. My ego was hurt but then his face again went back to being expressionless.

He looked at me for a second and then opened his car door. I was still in the car looking around here and there. There were a lot of cars parked and I swear I hadn't seen any hijabi here as yet. People are going to judge me. Not that I care but I didn't want them to form an opinion of Islam.

I expected Humza to open the car door for me like it was supposed to happen. I mean that was the rule. Right? You had to pretend in front of the world but in my case, I think it was going to be different.

We had to pretend in front of his parents for god knows what and here we were on our own.

I waited for Humza to come to my side but he didn't. He was walking towards the entrance. Such a douche. I scurried away immediately. I didn't want to be alone. I almost ran and reached behind him. I knew that he was aware of me walking behind him but he didn't say a word. Is this his revenge?

Why was he wearing his formals? Like this was some business meeting or something. I have never been to a bar and I feared it the most.

As we walked in I realized there were a lot of people dressed in the same manner as Humza. Maybe it was there dress code.

I groaned in frustration. I knew nobody. Why did I even come? There were other ways to irritate him. Why did I choose this one?

"Hey brother." Huzaifa came happily chirping like a 9 year old boy but his eyes widens upon seeing me.

"Assalam alaikum sister. I didn't know you too were coming." He beamed. Atleast I knew him. I am thankful for that walk in the garden. People here kept on throwing daggers at me specifically girls all around. I Chose to ignore them all.

Humza didn't wait at all as he went towards a group of men standing near the end couch.

"Ummmm sister come with me. I'll introduce you to Iqra, my sister. You will love her." He was enthusiastic about it. Huzaifa was a savior. Humza didn't even look back to see where I was. The music was nearly deafening me by now. Bodies covered in sweat danced in the middle of the slightly raised platform. I thought it was a bar but it looks like a disco. Though I have been to neither of them.

We walked towards the group of girls sitting on the red furniture. "Iqra this is Humza bhai's wife, Anaabiya." Huzaifa introduced. "Hey I am his sister. I have heard a lot about you." She engulfed me in a hug.

"Treat her well I'll have to go back there." He pointed to where Humza was standing charmingly speaking to a lot of men.

"Hey you are such a pretty thing. I bet Humza bhai couldn't stay away from you that's why he brought you along." The other girls began to giggle and I realized that some of them were slightly drunk.

"Come sit with us."Iqra sat on the red love couch and patted on the seat next to her which I took with ease. She asked me a few more questions.

The girls then continued to talk about the places they have been to, boys they have been with and so on.

I looked around searching for Humza. The crowd was no more around him. He was seated on a seat near the bar and was drinking. He looked so vulnerable that I was distracted. He looked hurt. He was constantly looking at something or rather I should say someone.

I traced his gaze and it fell on a beautiful women dancing on the dance floor with a handsome man. She had big eyes and chocolate brown hair. It tumbled behind her back elegantly. She was a little voluptuous. She swayed from left to right. Her smile was breath talking. Why is he looking at her like that?

An old crush maybe.

Just then a very young girl came running towards us. She was so excited and now that she opened her mouth, I had answers to a lot of questions.

"Guys guess what? I just entered and I saw Hazel here. She is here with her fiance. I think we would get some entertainment today. For all we know Humza isn't over her. It's quite evident in his eyes." What was that pang that I felt for deep down inside? I shrugged it away as soon as I felt it but it didn't stop.

It was obvious that she had no clue who I was. Girls around me including Iqra glared at her whilst I looked at Humza again. He was still looking at the female dancing in the middle of the night. She was Hazel.

"Excuse me." I excused myself and walked towards Humza before he drank too much. I sat beside him and he still didn't even look at me. I thought people here would be harsh at me for wearing a hijab but all they did was glare at me. What I didn't understand was that nobody uttered a word because of Humza.

"Can we go back now. Are you done drinking?" I questioned him and he only looked at me with pure disdain.

"Hello beautiful." A man around the age of 27 to 30 came to me. He was drunk and I was bewildered. I looked at Humza for help but he was busy eyeing Hazel.

"Is she with you sir?" He asked Humza and he only swayed his head from left to right saying a no. I felt my blood boil. He refuses to recognize me. I am his wife. This was a wrong decision. My entire life was full of wrong decisions.

"He's lying. He knows me." I panicked.

"C'mmon girl. Lets dance." He gripped me by my wrist and began to pull me. "I don't want to dance." I shrieked. I was horrified. Nobody came for help. I looked at Humza.

"Humza." I shouted for help but he looked at me plainly and then again he was back to drinking.

I tried to free my hand but I couldn't. His grip was tight. "Leave me." I cried. I can't even see Huzaifa around. What kind of people are these? Nobody came up to help me. Tears fall incessantly as I felt violated from his touch. His body was completely sticking to mine. It was do crowded. I know people could barely hear me or see me due to the heavy sound and the Disco lights.

I looked at the bar again. Humza wasn't there anymore. He left?

Why ALLAH? I wanted a man who could protect me not a man like humza. The man in front of me kept on nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck and I could do nothing about it. I was disgusted by myself as the man's hand kept on tracing my back. There was nobody who would want to protect me. I was going to collapse on the floor just any moment.

Just then, in a speed like thunderbolt, the man was torn apart from me and my savior looked me with concern. "Are you fine?" He asked and I nodded. Tears didn't stop.

My hijab had slightly moved from it's place, still managing to cover my head. The left side of my sleeves were a little torn.

How many more worst days was I going to receive? My savior continued to punch the man till he fell on the floor. I didn't stop crying for once. This had never happened to me.

It pained me more to see that it wasn't my husband who protected me.

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on 2.1.2018