||Aziya POV||

I sat in front of the mirror, staring at the girl, who looked beautiful with makeup but her eyes were telling other story. She was sitting in white dress which had golden work on it with red dupatta pinned on her head. I closed my eyes remembering last night incident.

I knocked on the office door of dad. "Come in," I heard the voice from other side of the door. I slowly entered in the room, made him look up at me. He glared at me making me freeze on my spot, "I-i don't.. want to.. do.. this marriage," I stammered in fear.

He stood up in anger making me take few steps back. He stood in front of me and slapped me, making me closed my eyes and pressed my lips together to stop crying. "If I hear this sentence again from you then the consequence will be very bad," He fumed in anger making me trembling in fear, "After this wedding don't you dare to come in this house or try to contact any of us because no one wants you here," His word making me freeze. "Bu-," "LEAVE!!!" he said in stern and cold voice making me nod my head.

I opened my eyes and wiped the lone tear which fell from my eyes. Few minutes later, someone entered in my room and took me out of my room. I was taken in the living room where few people were present.

When the imam sahab asked my answer, I was quiet, all the things since childhood started playing in front of my eyes.

I was standing in the corner doing dusting while my little brother was playing with toys. He, suddenly, accidentally broke an expensive vase, which mom loved. He looked up at me and at the same time mom entered in the living room. "WHO BROKE IT?" she yelled. Amad, my little brother pointed his finger at me making me look at them in shock.

Mom came and stood in front of me and slapped me twice on my both cheeks making me cry in pain. "You are worthless. How can you dare to touch my things? Do you know how expensive it was? Let your father come," she said and again slapped me.

That day dad didn't say anything but warned me not to do anything again like that. Imam sahab again asked but I didn't again answered.

I sat on my bed and stared out of window when I heard dad calling me. I quickly stood up and walked out of the room. He was in his office and said once I entered, "Once you will marry," he said looking at the file in his hands, "Our ties cut off. Never contact any of family member here."

I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder when imam sahab asked last time. That's it. "Qabool hai," I whispered trice closing my eyes. I was no more Aziya Shezad, now I became Aziya Murat.

After Nikah I was taken back in my room and changed my dress. Beauticians did my makeup but I didn't looked once up at the mirror.

After that I was taken down then out of the house in the car. I looked down at my hands the whole time and prayed for my future silently.

Few minutes later, the car stopped and I was again taken out of the car and heard many clicks of camera but I didn't dare to look up. I felt someone stood beside me and put a hand on my back.

The hand was rough yet warm making me feel safe first time in my life. I looked up at the person who made me feel safe and stuck my breath. I felt my whole world stopped.

We both sat on the couch which was on the stage. He was talking with someone and here again I was awe stuck after hearing his voice. His voice was cold which was giving me shiver but for me melodic.

We both were sitting in a car and he was driving and I sat beside him, looking out of the window. I was thinking again about my future and thought maybe this was a start, a good start, maybe he was not like anyone and never made me feel unwanted.

He opened the door of the car from his side and jumped out and closed the door with a loud voice making me feel scared. I looked up and saw him going inside the house without me.

I opened the door with my trembling hands and stood up. I gently closed the door unlike him and slowly went inside the house hesitantly. I had difficulty in carrying my dress.

The whole house was silent then I heard his voice, "What are you doing here?" His voice is cold not soft and gentle. I played with my hands and answered him, "I.. I-" "Are you gonna say something or just shutter?" He asked in anger.

I looked down at the floor as whispered, "I am your wife...," "You. are. not. my. wife. Get that?" He said loudly making me jump from my place. I felt hurt but, nonetheless, nodded my head slowly. I controlled my tears and fisted my dress.

He stomped near me and grabbed my hand roughly which hurt my wrist. He pulled me with him upstairs and I followed him stumbling on my dress again again.

He opened the door of a room and pushed me inside. "From now you live here," he said gritted his teeth and walked out of the room banging the door which made me jump again.

I looked at the door as it swing opened and closed then turned around looking at the room and let my tears flowed down.