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Four days has passed in extreme pain and suffering. Her back still felt like burning and every time she moved the skin got stretch and the bleeding would start all over again, and the cramps due to period worsened her overall condition.

That night when Alizey woke up after the horrible whip lashes, she was still on the floor drowned in her own blood. Only she knows with how much pain she had to bear just to reach her room.

The lights of the lounge were on, so she knows Alex is home. And that only frightened her to the core. She didn't have any ointment to apply on her wounds neither she had the courage to search the house for it. He would probably get it as an excuse to lash her again.

In these days Alex was cold towards her, he not only smoked more often in the same room as hers but also forced her to eat pork as he got to know it's forbidden for Muslims. He forced her into eating and when she didn't oblige he forcefully fed her. She immediately vomited as soon she ran into her room.

He made her do all the house chores, not even bit of concerned about her wounds, he was behaving awfully brutal towards her.

She was worried sick about her family and friends, she didn't know how they are. Here she is tolerating all this torture for them when she didn't even know if they are fine or not.

She felt tired and depressed with everything, the bruises on her body given by Cane in the party and from Alex rough treatment has faded but the wounds of lashes are still present barely healing.

She did her Esha prayers and was sitting their crying in front of her lord. Her heart felt content as she started reciting Quran, she was too engrossed to realize that someone just came into her room.

A loud clapping sounds had her head whipping up to the person standing at her gateway. "You don't have to pretend bruja. I already know your reality so why being all religious and stuff." He marched towards her with his emotionless eyes.

Alizey immediately stood up as she took three steps back. "L-leave me a-alone. I've completed all m-my chores." She stammered, clutching Quran close to her chest.

"FUCK! I'll never get over your acting skills." He snickered coming closer to her.

"And I don't fucking want you acting this praying shit in front of me." He slammed his hand beside her head on the wall making her flinch as he snatched Quran away from her placed it on the bed, roughly.

Her eyes widened at his ridiculous behaviour, and she gave him a hard push as she fumed in anger. "How dare you throw the holy book like this." She yelled.

He only smirked at her as pushed her back, his both hands on each side of her head. She hissed out in pain when her back came in contact with the wall and the next thing he flushed his own body against hers.

Alizey tried to push him, but he simply held both her wrists above her head making her cry out in pain, but he was too engrossed to feel her softness against his body, to even bothered about her wounds.

"You've such a nice fucking body." He rasped near her ear. Alizey's eyes widened in fear, this is the first time after their so called marriage, he's showing his evil intentions again. She didn't want him to do anything to her, his disgust towards her was far better than this vulgarity.

"Aren't you disgusted anymore." She seethed at him. It was like her words diffuse certain sort of bulb in his head as his hold became excruciatingly painful making her cry out in pain. "Let go! Leave my wrist! You're hurting me!" She screamed at him in pain.

He only tightened his hold and with his other hand, he holds her chin roughly making her lips pout. "I am disgusted bruja! But no one said that you can't touch an already used whore because whores are whores for a reason you know." He spoke with such menace eying her up and down that she felt her heart constricting painfully in her chest.

With tears flowing down her eyes she screamed at him. "I'm not a whore!" Earning a dark chuckle from him.

"You're still irresistible bruja. Your body is a fucking sex appeal even in all this layers of clothing." He spoke huskily in her ears.

"STOP! Please stop!" She yelled at him in tears. Instead of doing that his lips landed on hers in a bruising kiss, he was so rough as he bit her lower lip sharply drawing blood. Panting she cried out in pain "Get off of me!" She yelled again.

This only made him angry as he pushed his lower body in hers, and held her hips with his other hand as he made her feel his hard arousal.

Alizey cried out in horror feeling his hardness. "Don't worry bruja. I'm not going to fuck you yet!" He spoke huskily near her ear, as he left her there crying out in sorrow, disgust and in utmost fear.

***

As the days passed his anger subsided immensely, she didn't know how, but she did saw him talking to Muskan few days back in the garden. Maybe inquiring about Alizey's visit to her place. But nothing can remove his suspicions from her. She saw how Muskan glared at him and left angrily. It seems like they are friends but Alizey couldn't believe that he can be a friend to someone like Muskan.

In all these days the front door was unlocked for her and keys are always placed near the door on display and not once she tried to go out not even the garden. The marks on her back is a great reminder of the consequences.

He didn't force her to do all the chores anymore but still she do it, and she always had to double lock her bedroom door before praying.

Never had she thought that a day would come, when she had to perform her prayers while hiding.

She was sitting in the lounge near the large window looking outside in the garden, it was raining , she always loved the rain, and she desperately wanted to get drenched in it but his unspoken punishment stopped her from anything at all.

She is scared of him after that lashes scenario, she just tried to avoid him as much as possible. It was like the life in her is slowly fading away.

When she thought she can change him for good, when she started feeling something for him, his rage destroyed it.

But still she had a little hope and fight left in her. She isn't going to lose this soon, she'll fight for her family, for herself and for him to.

Her thoughts got broken when she felt him sitting beside her. She held her composure and stay rooted to her spot only to indicate him that she isn't scared of him but from inside it was completely opposite.

"Muskan and her husband Yasir are my good friends from a long time. They invited us for a dinner at their place tonight, get ready till eight. The dress is already in your room." He spoke softly observing her.

She didn't say anything, only nodded her head slightly. He sighed as he was about to leave she spoke up. "Don't think I'm being submissive because I'm scared of you. I'm just going for my own sanity." She mumbled in a trying to be stern manner.

"Your house haunts me." She added as she sadly stood up slowly and left from there.

It didn't miss him that how she called it his house rather than theirs.

At seven, she took shower and did her magrib prayers. After praying, she checked the dress and it was no dress but a beautiful frock like coat.

There was a black hijab with black heels as well which she wore. She didn't do any makeup, just applied her gloss and that's it.

She doubts that this clothing of hers is of his choice. Alex is like a man who would prefer short dresses on such clothes, but she didn't want to ponder on him more. She was glad that she was fully covered.

When she went down Alex was already there wearing black jeans, black turtleneck and black leather jacket, a silver chain hanging around his neck, his hairs combed back, slight stubble gave him a rugged look and his stormy gray eyes stood out in all black, even his shoes were black.

'What is it? A black day?' She mumbled under her breath but looked like it was loud enough for him to hear, because he chuckled slightly making his wolfish teeth to sparkle.

Looking down she tried to tell herself, that he's good for a time being only and can be a beast in any second, she just has to keep her hopes and heart at bay.

She noticed him staring at her up and down and nod in approval. She wanted to step back because of his scrutinizing eyes, but she has to be tough.

After he was done checking her out, he holds her left hand in his and slipped a beautiful ring in her ring finger. And slipped the other larger ring from the pair in his own ring finger.

She snatched her hand from his large calloused one and tried to remove the ring, but he didn't let her as he holds her left hand and intertwined their fingers and squeezed it slowly as he started walking out.

She tried to get her hand free from his but it was impossible. She quietly followed him as he locked their door and went to Muskan's home as soon as they went inside Muskan hugged Alizey tightly as she exclaimed. "Girl I thought you disappeared!-"

Yasir her husband who was standing beside her nudged her. "Oh! I'm sorry where are my manners. Come inside first." Muskan led Alizey to the lounge whereas Yasir gaze Alex a brotherly hug.

Soon they all were sitting in the lounge and Asad was playing on the floor. Alex took of his jacket his shirt was like second skin giving perfect shape of his muscles. Both men talked about business whereas Muskan took Alizey with her in the kitchen.

Muskan has noticed that the things between Alex and Alizey were tensed, so she tried to confront Alex few days back about the things. Muskan and Yasir are Alex's good friends she knows Alex considers them as family, often she would call him for dinner at their place as he says it's a blessing to eat homemade food and now out of nowhere a girl as sweet as Alizey popped out and is said to be Alex's wife, she couldn't understand anything other than pure suspicious.

Alex didn't answer her properly that day, so she decided to call them for dinner which he refused right away, so she made Yasir to convince Alex which he did with great difficulty and today Muskan was adamant to clear their problems and her suspicions.

Dinner was set as Muskan called the men to join the table, Alizey went in the lounge and picked Asad up in her arms who giggled happily while squishing Alizey's cheeks, and she giggled at his adorability.

She felt eyes on her and instantly her eyes met with the stormy gray ones, her smile faded instantly as she turned to leave.

Asad wasn't leaving Alizey's lap as she sat there with Asad on her lap and Alex beside her, Muskan and Yasir were sitting in front. "Asad likes you Alizey." Yasir commented seeing the smiling face of Asad who was playing with the loose ends of her hijab, and squishing her cheeks once in a while.

Alizey smiled. "And Alizey also likes him a lot." She said kissing Asad's cheek who giggled in response and everybody smiled except for Alex who's full attention was on her.

Soon the dinner ended and now they were in lounge talking about different stuff. Muskan kept on ranting and Alizey kept on listening.

"So Alex, when were you planning to tell us about your marriage? And not to mention, you didn't even bother to invite us. How rude!" Muskan chipped in, now getting full attention of Alex and Alizey.

The way Muskan was talking to him was clear that she didn't know he's a criminal but her question made Alizey nervous.

Alizey knows in which circumstances they got married. Ya Allah it's not even halal and now she really didn't want him to tell Muskan and Yasir about the things he thought of her as.

"Well it was in a rush but you already met Alizey so many times, so I thought you knew. And I never said that I'm not rude." He spoke in his deep voice, while smiling.

Alizey felt a bit relieved that he didn't tell them the truth, not once she looked at him. "Huh! So many times! She barely came out of that house, the first time I saw her few days back in your garden, at that time I didn't know she was your wife and how can I even imagine it when she's a Muslim and your not. I offered her to have tea with me, so she came, and we eat cookies and must I say Alizey ate all the cookies like she was starving for days." Muskan chuckled while recalling as she continued.

"And the second time was when she asked for a Quran from me, we only met twice, and she never leaves the house, I thought she's introvert but anyway don't convert twice visit to so many times. Huh! You men think we are free of work all the time, that we'll sit and chat around daily." Muskan scoffed.