this might come across as another attempt for romanticize abuse but have faith and read till the end
Amal's pov:
"please leave me" i pleaded to him but he just tightened his grip on my hand.
"why?" he asked clenching his jaw staring at me and that w...
i kept staring at my reflection in the mirror i looked pretty i never looked this beautifull in my whole life but today i didnt cried a single tear because i didnt feel anything... i felt nothing... it is the day the when the devil is going to take my soul.... i sat there blank and expressionless i wish i died, death was better than this.
that man is destroying everything in me slowly slowly, step by step.
he humiliates me in a way that is unexplainable he destroyed my self esteem, my dignity, my pride, my basic rights he destroyed everything. he is my life partner and i cant dare to look him in the eye i cant dare to share my problems with him or talk to him normally i wish i just died rather then selling myself to him.
when i got out of the car i saw a grand hotel i remember abbu said simple nikah ceremony.... typical desi parents i shook my head smiling
abbu came by my side and mum by the other they both smiled at me teary eyed i turned and hugged them both
"my precious daughter....I'll have to give her away today" abbu said
"I'll have to live alone at home all day now...both my daughters are married" mum said
ambreen api came and joined the group hug "oho abbu..mum you are making her cry her make up will get ruined lets save the tears for the last okay, now come on her husband is waiting to say qubool hai if we dont go in he will come and drag her out" she said jokingly but the sad part is it is not a joke he can and he will do it
with that mum, abbu and some cousins that were holding my dress helped me walk...we all entered the hotel when we reached to the door of the hall, abbu offered me his hand and ambreen api and mumma came behind me to hold my dress and the cousins just left... soft music started, doors opened.. me and abbu started walking i looked down the whole time i was nervous not because of so many people, because he was sitting there probably looking at me with lust i kept thinking of how will i stop him from touching me today....there's no way he will listen to me...as i went near stage and looked up he was already standing there offering me his hand which just like everything in my life right now i had to take i had no other option as i climbed up he didnt leave my hand instead he just came close inhaling my scent he said "tonight my love..."
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i looked at him disgusted we both sat at the couch we signed the papers qazi asked me qubool hai which was the most painfull thing in my life i couldnt control my tears and everyone thought its happy tears
when it was time to go home i felt something should happen and i wont have to go with him in his house, in his room
during ruqsati i hugged abbu and cried longer than normal brides.. he came near me and whispered "let's go now if you cry so much people will think its a forced marriage" i looked at him shocked so he is not going to accept the fact that he forced me in this i thought he glared and looked towards the car and even though i didnt wanted to i sat in quietly trying not to cry he came towards the drivers seat and we drove off i kept looking at my family through the mirror we reached his home in 5 minutes, it was closer to the hotel... his family stood there to welcome us when all the rituals and traditions were completed everyone escorted me towards the car i looked at them confused when i reached he was already sitting in i sat in he started to drive. worriedly i asked "where are you taking me"
