Love Stories

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For a moment, he felt bad for putting her in this condition. He slept peacefully in his warm cozy bed and he made her struggle through the whole night. It wasn't fair. Acceptance or no acceptance of this relationship but he couldn't deprive her of basic necessities.

He walked back into his bedroom and took out another quilt from the cupboard. Unwillingly, he covered her with the quilt. After his morning routine, he filed the fireplace with pieces of wood. The fire warmed the whole space in a few minutes.

Zarrar looked out of the window while making his breakfast. It was raining outside and there was no sunlight.

Zohal opened her eyes slowly, she wasn't feeling cold anymore. She found something over herself. After getting her conscious she realized, she had a quilt on her body and fireplace was lit.

No one else than Zarrar could do this, her heart softened.

She sat up on the sofa and looked around. She found him starring at her. He couldn't stop himself from looking into her pink eyes, she must have wept last night, he thought.

"Thank you" She said to her as their gaze met.

"I just didn't want you to die. Nothing else!" He asked her firmly.

"Whatever the reason is but at least you cared for me" She expected him to say something but he remained silent. She decided to prepare breakfast after freshening up.

"Hmm" She joined her fingers together in nervousness.

"What do you want for breakfast?" She asked him, who was sitting in a chair close to the window, holding a cup. His eyes were fixed outside.

It was her first day in this new life. She didn't want to complicate things more. She knew she had to compromise like she had been doing all her life. So she held herself together to face him.

"Privacy" He muttered.

"What..??" She couldn't understand him.

"Didn't I say not to disturb me" He asked her harshly.

"I was just asking a simple question about breakfast. I didn't mean to disturb you in any way" She explained herself confidently.

"Silence" He raised his hand in the hair stopping her to say anything further.

She didn't say anything to him again and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for herself. She was starving from last night. She didn't understand why he wasn't bothered as he also didn't had meal last night.

He kept sitting at the same place. He behaved like he was alone in this tiny space. For him, she didn't exist. At least, not yet.

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Zohal opened the main door with a small smile lingering on her lips.

"Aslamo alaikum" She welcomed him warmly.

Without saying anything he passed by her. Her smile disappeared the next moment.

"You should at least reply to my Salam. It's called manners" She asked him softly.

"Do. Not. Except. Anything. From. Me" He cleared himself again to her.

She took a deep breath to not feel hurt by his behavior.

"How was your day?" She tried to initiate a conversation they never actually had.

"Pathetic. Just as you" He calmly insulted her. Opening the door of his room, he walked into his room, behind him the door closed making a loud sound.

Her eyes watered at his words. He was intentionally hurting her. She had done anything wrong to him for him to have any reason to misbehave with her.

"Today I prepared chinese for dinner" She told him calmly as he came out of the bathroom.

Without saying anything he settled on the sofa, she served him dinner. She sat near him holding her plate in her hands.

"Didn't I tell you I need privacy. Move from here and settle somewhere else" He glared at her.

They had been living together for a week now and they had the same routine from day one. He would ask her to stay away from him and she wouldn't as it was her right to be with him. She was his wife, he had to accept and respect that. Zohal wasn't gonna leave him on his own. She wanted to make everything alright in her life.

She didn't want Gul Bano to win in her evil plan. She won't let anyone destroy her life.

"I didn't have dinner. I was waiting for you" She asked him sweetly.

He silently threw the spoon back into his place. Before he could get up from his place she held his hand.

"Zarrar!" She called him sweetly.

Her soft touch and the way she called his name for the first time, stopped him at his place. He felt a strange feeling inside his body. He didn't want to be near her and she was doing everything to be near him.

"Please mat jain" She requested.

(Please don't leave)

"Why did you touch me?" He held her wrist in his hand and asked angrily.

"Ek bat samjh main nahi ati tumahre dimagh main. Mujh se door raho tum!!" He snapped at her.

(Can't you understand a simple thing. Stay away from me)

"Biwi hoon apki. Har haq hasil hy mujhy. Ap mujhy sy mera haq nahi cheen sakte" She reminded him.

(I am your wife. I have all the rights on you and you can't snatch them away from me)

"Meri biwi nahi, majboori ho tum" He increased his grip on her hand.

(You aren't my wife. You are just a compulsion)

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