Her Arrogant Beast (US#3)

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I opened my eyes and saw him getting out of the car. He came to my side and opened the door, and grabbed me by my forearm. He pulled me out of the car and closed the door with a great force.

Poor door.

He opened the door of the house and dragged me inside. He was taking long strides while I was practically running behind him. I was feeling myself getting nervous and sweated in fear.

He stopped in the middle of the living hall and looked at me dead in my eyes. He was looking dead serious. No softness. No playfulness. No gentleness. Just blank and cold eyes.

“I am so--,”

“For what? You said sorry to me everytime when you never meant it. How many times you say sorry to me? Do you even know what is the meaning of sorry? Stop being so childish and start behaving like mature for once in your life.”

He cut me and raised his voice at me. I looked at him with wide eyes for the hundredth time in a day. His last words were hurting my feelings directly.

“I was just trying to make everything right between you and her,” I tried to give him reason.

“Making things better! My foot!” He yelled grabbing my both arms and squeezed them.

Your foot on the ground.

I shut my mouth in front of him and swallowed the sentence which wanted to escape from my mouth. I winced when my arms were hurting. I pulled myself away from him and made a distance between us.

“She is your--,”

“Mother? No. She isn't my mother,” He raised his voice, again cutting me.

“Why can't you und--,”

“I do understand what I am doing and what you are doing, and what she is trying to do.”

I was feeling anger bubbled inside me because he again cut me and talked to me in loud voice.

“For God’s sake. Stop being so nosey and putting your nose in my business. You are my wife so be act like a loyal wife and never ever try to come in between my personal matters,” He yelled which hurt my heart.

I felt my heart cracking and clenching tightly. I controlled my tears and looked at him in anger.

“Firstly, I think Mr. Arash Ali, a wife always knows the personal matters of her husband and always try to solve it,” I said narrowing my eyes at him in anger.

“Oh really! Then a wife never lie to her husband,” He said taunting me.

“Secondly, I am not the who is being so childish. It's you, Mr. Arash Ali, who is acting like a stubborn child. You can never deny the truth that she is your mot--,”

“Shut the hell up! If one more time you called her my mother then--,” He almost raised his hand but stopped it in the middle and also stopped yelling at me.

While I was looking at his raised hand in disbelief and was feeling hurt. He fisted his hand and dropped it. I looked at him in disbelief, brokenly, shockingly, hurtly, and fearly.

He was staring at me with his straight look. He moved back from me slowly and turned around. He kicked the table with so much force that it fell on the floor and the glass shattered.

Tears flowed down through my eyes one by one as I watched him walking away from me in anger. I helplessly watched him walking out of the house.

Once he was out of my sight, I fell on the floor and cried loudly. I never knew he would raise his hand on me. We just took one step towards each other but now it was like we were on the start again.

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I waited for him from the afternoon but he didn't return back. Now it was getting dark outside and I was getting scared of being alone in the big house.

I had been crying since our fight. I was feeling guilty to lie him but he also shouldn't raise his hand at me. Remembering that making my heart ached in pain. I never knew he would do such thing.

I sat on couch and pulled my legs up, and wrapped my arms around my legs. I didn't know why but I was feeling like it was the last time I was seeing him in the afternoon.

I looked to my right and picked my phone. I dialed Ali’s number but the number was unreachable. I dialed again and again but it was useless.

I left many messages for him.

Me: Come home. Please.

Me: I am sorry! Next time I will never lie to you. I promise.

Me: Sorry, Ali. Please forgive me.

Me: Please at least call me when you see my messages.

I waited one more hour. The clock was striking twelve in the midnight. I was feeling scared now. I picked my phone and dialed Danial number.

.........

“Do you know where is Ali?” I asked once he answer the phone.

.........

“Sir is not in the country. He left in the evening for an important meeting,” He informed me.

.........

“Oh! Thank you!” I mumbled in disappointment.

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I hanged up the call and put it aside. He left without informing me. I didn't expect this from Ali. I stood up from the couch and went to our room. I opened the door and entered inside.

I closed the door behind me and slipped against it. I looked around the room and saw his lingering scent and his things in the room.

I slowly got up from the floor and reached to the bed. I laid down and hugged his pillow, and cried my heart out on it.

It was like my Ali turned into his previous self who I hated.

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