Qubool Hai ~A MeeraSim OS~

Qubool Hai

His eyes. They're bloodshot. The soft hues of brown and black I've grown accustomed to over the course of the last few months, have all but been camouflaged by sanguine veins.

Have I gone too far?

As his nails dig into my arm, I feel a slight stinging sensation.

"Meri kya aukaat hai, aur us agreement ki kya haisiyat hai, tumhe abhi bataata hoon!"

He bellows, as he shoves me aside violently and glides to the door.

I try my best to veer away from the foot of the bed so as to avoid being hit by it, and by some dumb luck, manage to steady myself.

I hear him rummage through the drawers of our dresser impatiently. The sound is accompanied by the crackling of crumpled paper.

Is he withdrawing something from it?

As I turn around to face him, the fundamental shift in his gaze towards me is apparent.

It makes my stomach drop in an instant. I feel sick...almost nauseous.

What are his eyes trying to convey?

Hurt?

Anger?

My skin prickles slightly as I come to the realization.

His expression is that of intense scorn.

Are his emotions a reflection of my own? Why do I feel such fierce hatred towards him?

Why did watching Haya embrace him feel like someone had driven a dagger through my chest?

So much so that I'd ended up insulting him in the worst way possible. Did I mean what I'd said?

Did I truly believe the venomous words I'd spewed at him?

My emotions are so muddled at the moment, I can barely tell whether I've hallucinated my diatribe towards him or not. Maybe I've imagined it partially, for it dawns on me that I'm not too far away from a state of delirium. My vision seems hazy...foggy even.

I grow wary of the twitch in his hands as he simmers, crushing the paper he holds, his breath growing heavier with every passing second.

He takes a small step towards me.

I don't take a step back. My limbs are frozen.

Another step.

Only a few inches separate us, now.

I swallow as I realise what his movements remind me of.

A predator trying to corner its prey.

"Agar mere andar ka janwar jaag gaya, toh tum sambhal nahi paogi, Meerab..."

His words in our first few days together, echo in my head, filling me with dread.

I seek a distraction from his voice replaying in my mind, iteratively.

The door. I see that he's locked it shut.