My Destiny

Chapter 1

As salamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu lovelies!!!!

Another muslim story..

But its a ss with epilogue.

In sha Allah.

Enjoy reading :)

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Mahra ;

I am roaming my eyes in this royal room sitting on the king size decorated bed with rose petals.

Seeing this big room I get surprise but not that surprise when I see this mansion after stepping down from the couple decorated car , I thought this mansion as a museum first and everyone has laugh on me .

Not my fault as I had come from a very small house and in this mansion It will take so much time to adjust here...thought the family is very nice and friendly....I have met all of them except him.

My husband!!!

Obio before nikkah there is not allowed to meet or talk.

But I had seen his photo which his younger sister Soha has shown me....and I fall for him that day only...his elder sister Tayba is very sweet and beautiful...i know everything about him , his likes, dislikes, temper and all things all thank to his bhabhi Farhana and Tayba aapi......his neice is also very cute, when she called me chachi i felt so strange but now i used to it bcoz she squeal seeing me and my sister in laws are also very kind and sweet , they had tease me to the core seeing my mehndi colour and I had blushed it to the core.

Now remembring that thought I look at my mehndi clad palm and trace his name.

Zohaib!!!!

I blushed and remember my ummi's words she has said to give him his right and take good care of him.

I start loving him.

And I am ready to submit myself to him on our very first night bcoz I know the mens are wait for this day since they jumped into adultary and am ready to give him his right though our nikkah has got fixed 1 month ago and we have never talk to each other not even on phone.

Am thinking all this but my trance got disturb as I hear the sound of unlocking the door and my heart start beating at chennai express.

I saw his mujra (footwear) start coming towards bed and I shiver thinking that he will sit beside me and hold my palm gently in his and peck my mehndi clad plams and I saw him as he reach near bed and Ma sha Allah he looks more handsome than the photo.

And my thinking got true but in opposite way as he hold my arm harshly and pull me from bed and I shiver bcoz my feet touch the cold tiles.

"What you think of yourself?...How dare you to sit on my bed?...oh i see you are my wife right but am not giving you any right of my wife so Never ever try to get my wife's rights." He yell-whisper in my ears and I become confused and he further continued " you want the names of Ahmeds na you will get it....you will get the all rights of being Ahmed but never get the right of being my wife mrs.Zohaib Ahmed and I know you are also the gold digger who just wants my property, name and fame like other sluts who begged me to fuck them in naked streets." He insult my character saying I am gold digger and a slut.

I stood there numb....

This all he know about me?

I feel so disgusted even to utter the word like slut.

And he make me one.

Ya Allah.

Plz help me.

"Listen to me carefully Meh---Mub." He fumble with my name and more tears start their waves from my eyes.

My husband don't even know my name.

"Whatever listen to me carefully....don't you dare to tell my family about this conversation...you will stay in this royal Mansion, roam in branded new cars and do the shopping from expensive and royal malls like a queen but don't you dare to come near me...we will behave all lovey dovey couple infront of everyone but alone in between this four walls you are nothing to me." He said in his hoarsed tone and I cry more.

"Don't show me your these fake tears...I know you cheap girl melt mens by this salty liquid of yours." He pointed towards my tears and I wiped them harshly.

Ya Allah why did he married me?

" bcoz I love someone else?" He said and my world got shattered and I don't feel the cold tiles under my feets and I stood there numb " and bcoz of you nerd I didn't get my love bcoz Allah knows which magic you done on my ammi that she is head over heels for you and she tied you with me forcefully"

I didn't care how he read my heartily talk with my creator but what he said in answer make me shower in hot acid water.

He love someone else?

He is forced in thsi marriage.

He didn't get his love bcoz of me.

My own husband is telling me he love someone else on our very first wedding night!

Ya Allah.

"Go and sleep and wipe these corcodiles tears for Allah's sake" he shout this time and I shiver in my place with tears in my big eyes.

I ran into washroom and close the door and stick myself with that and sank on the floor.

I don't care the cold floor is hurting my bare feets.

I don't care that the expensive make up which his sister done on my face is spoiling making me look like ghost.

I don't care that my expensive lahenga which his mother has give me on my mehndi is getting mess.

I don't care that my face is turning red bcoz of crying.

All I care about is He love someone else....I am a homebreaker....I snatch his love from him and marry him... for what ?.

For his property.

For his royal mansion.

For his new branded cars.

For his metal cards.

For his this royalty.

Nahhhhh!!!!!!

I was happy in my small house.

I was happy in my small world.

I was happy with my mother.

My mother Who said that I will get everything here from assets to love.

And here am crying sitting on the expensive tiles of the bathroom.

I so wanted to ask him.

Why did he marry me if he love someone else?

Why did he hurt me on our first night?

Why did he make me cry on our first night?

Why didn't he wipe me tears like my ummi does?

He is also like my father.

Heartless.

Ruthless.

Arrogant.

Bastard.

Ya Allah I will never forget these 2 men and nor forgive them ever.

I hate them both and I will never ever forgive these 2 men in my life.

My destiny is very cruel.
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