Trigger warning: Abuse and forcing
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M
eher's POV,
Mazhar bhai dropped us outside the gate and at the entrance our IDs were checked by some senior students representatives and the allowed us in.
I could notice a lot of eyes on us and it was making me uncomfortable. I grabbed Zoya's arm as she was looking around as if searching for someone.
"Zoya...do I look weird? Everyone's staring at us and I feel soo awkward." I said expressing my anxiousness.
"Relax yaar. They're not staring because we're weird....but because we're beautiful!" She grinned.
"Hey... Zoya!!!"
I noticed a small group of girls waving at us....or rather at Zoya. I recognised them as our classmates but I didn't know who they were but Zoya seemed to know them very well. She's quick at making new friends unlike me.
They were talking and giggling, even taking selfies while unconsciously, my feet kept stepping back until I realised the difference between us. Maybe Zoya didn't even notice it as she was busy with her other friends. I just plastered a slight smile on my face as to not come out rude or anything. So, I just silently stood behind Zoya looking around and admiring the decorations and stuff.
Maybe it was my imagination but a lot of people were staring at me and whispering things to eachother. Well, I might be wrong. I'm always anxious in public after all, believing that all eyes are on me.... judging me, while the truth is, no one cares. Everyone is in thier own world to care about someone like me.
Just then my eyes stopped at the celebrity who walked through the gate making all the heads turn towards him and my heart lost it's composure.
He looked soo handsome, straight out of a movie poster. Looking at him at that moment I realised how true his words were. He was perfection! Right from the way he dressed to the way he walked.... everything was just.... Incredible. Anyone would laugh if they find out that I was the pathetic wife of such an amazing masterpiece of a man. Azlaan Khan.
A lot of girls surrounded him. Many of them were in such tight and short dresses.... they all looked soo sexy as compared to me. I could never compete with them. And they were all swooning over....my husband while I just stood back and watched.
Even that Kashish. My goodness! She's like some kinda mythical Greek goddess in beauty and my heart ached as a rough imagine of how good they could look together crossed my mind while she was clinging to his arm while hogging him all to herself clicking selfies on her newest iPhone model. He actually deserves someone like her more, because no matter how much I try, I could never be half as good as her.
Suddenly his eyes stopped at me, lingering for quite a while and he roamed his eyes from top to bottom. It felt nice that he was finally looking at me but at the same time it was nerve-racking. Still, I couldn't revert my gaze from him either.
Soon enough the girls came in between blocking my view and I sighed turning away. I almost squealed when Zoya grabbed my hand pulling me over into the endless game of selfies.
Why is it soo difficult for me to smile properly?
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Imraan's POV,
"Hey bro... isn't that Qadri? Whoa, she looks completely different today."
My eyes followed the direction of my buddy's and I couldn't help but stop and stare. It really was Meher....and she looked.... different, in a good way. Like.... really.... really good way.
There was something really wrong with me...or was it her? She always makes me behave in ways I usually don't.
"She looks pretty...not her usual shabby self." Hanzala commented.
"And that friend of hers, Zoya, she looks gorgeous. Hey, should I ask her out?" Afzal said grinning like a fool.
"You like her?" I was honestly surprised.
"I don't know.... but she looks pretty, so why not." He shrugged.
I shook my head. He's always like that, falling for every pretty girl he sees and I've just given up hope on him. However, I'm pretty sure, Zoya is smart enough to ignore his advances.
"Or should I just go for Qadri?"
At this my hand moved on it's own as I smacked the back of his head.
"Ouch! What was that for?!"
"Oh... I...uh..." I was dumbfounded.
Why did I do that?
"Pay attention on your career and not girls." I said then to hide my awkwardness.
"Chill bro! Atleast let him enjoy today Mr Hitler!" Hanzala said looking at me a bit surprised.
I shook my head and moved away from them.
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All us first years were taken to a hall were the function was. The seniors had arranged a lot of games and performances for our welcome. There was one thing really good though, there were no cases of raging in this college. The seniors were all good and disciplined.
I looked around and found Meher with her friends somewhere in the middle row. All of them were busy chatting but she was the only one quite. Just observing everyone with a poker face. So she gets uncomfortable in social gatherings huh?
The seat beside her got empty so I quickly made my way there.
"Hey!" I gave a friendly smile.
She looked at me blinking before replying meekly, tilting her body to a side and leaning away from me a bit.
"Uh...hi."
"You look different today... quite beautiful I must say."
At this her cheeks slightly flushed pink, or was it her makeup. She said nothing though, just smiled. Seeing her up close I realised, she looks better without makeup on. I couldn't tell her that of course, she's already soo introverted and self-conscious. She'll flip if I say something stupid.
"You remember me don't you?"
"Ah yes, I have to return your money."
I laughed.
"I didn't come here for that. I just wanted to talk...just casually." I shrugged.
"You don't have to return the money."
"How...can I do that? You..."
"Do you even know my name?" I cut her off changing the subject.
Now she was frozen. Damn, her reaction was soo cute.
I grinned.
"It's Imraan." I informed.
"Oh." She smiled.
She doesn't smile much, but her smile is kinda cute.
There was an awkward silence then I noticed there was conffetti on her hair and unconsciously I was leaning towards her, taking it out but when I looked at her face she was gaping at me like a scared little bunny.
"There was conffetti in your hair." I said blowing it away.
"Oh... thanks "
"You're welcome."
"The keychain... it's really cute." She said, for the first time making conversation and she seemed a bit more confident and there was this satisfying joy in her eyes talking about it.
"You like it? That's good. I can get you another one if you want. It's from our own shop actually, so no worries." I informed.
She seemed like she wanted to ask about it but she was hesitant. So I answered myself.
"My dad was working in Gulf but because of thier new policies he had to lose his job and coming back he rented a gala and started a small shop."
She was nodding understandingly.
"What about your dad?"
"He works in Gulf too. He's here on vacation."
And we continued our casual conversation. She's always soo meek and silent but in reality, she surely like to talk a lot.
Azlaan's POV,
I and an another junior professor were appointed as supervisors for this dumb fresher's party. Tsk! They call this a party? It's nothing compared to the once we had back in London.
And I'd literally turned into an eye candy for all those young girls. Not that I'm complaining, but I was getting bored too soon.
"Hey hotshot!"
I smirked as Miss Oberoi walked towards me swaying her hips.
"Miss Oberoi, is this a way to talk to your professor?" I questioned amused.
She smirked back.
"You don't look like a professor at all. Rather you look like an appetizer to me."
I laughed.
"A what? Miss Oberoi, you have quite the sense of humour."
She was laughing with me. Just then I noticed Meher and she wasn't alone anymore. She was being quite chummy with that Imraan and he was touching her. Huh! Quite the conservative wife she is!
Kashish followed my gaze.
"It's that loser girl... with that annoying know at all huh. Looks like they've got a thing going on." She giggled sardonically.
My jaw clenched.
"Sir, I see you have quite interest in that girl." She commented whilst glaring at her direction too.
"No....she's just a dumb student of my class." I rather snapped.
So she was flirting with other guys huh? Looks like I need to give her some private disciplinary lessons.
Meher's POV,
Speaking to Imraan comes out soo naturally. He's a nice guy and it doesn't seem like he like to judge me or criticise me in any way. He knows well how to hold a good conversation with someone and I don't feel that shy or anxious while talking to him even though it was the first time we were actually having a proper conversation. Not to forget, he's soo handsome and smart too, yet he seems soo down to earth. He's mother is a tailor and he's from a middle class family living in a one BHK apartment. I never knew that until now.
"Meher, come let's take more pictures outside. The dance performances will start soon. I wanna see them but I'm bored now and I need to take a lot of full length pics in my new dress." Zoya said.
"Oh...uh..." I momentarily looked at Imraan as it felt rude to me to leave in between like that.
"Ah, my buddies are calling me. I'll see you later then." He smiled.
"Ok."
Zoya's friends began dragging her outside while I silently followed behind. Suddenly, I heard the sound of fabric ripping and froze like a rock when I realised, it was MY dress and I could feel the wind brushing my calves.
I turned back trying to check the back of my dress and my heart jumped to my throat when I saw my dress torn in two and I legs being visible. Also, the edge of my pretty dress was stamped under a very expensive looking sandle.
"Oops, my bad. Looks like the dress was too cheap to tear soo much." One of Kashish's friend mocked.
"Oh come on Mia, maybe she cannot afford a better one. Don't make fun of the poor." The Kashish cooed.
"Hey Qadri! Ever heard about waxing? Your legs look that of a gorilla." Those two girls were making fun of me while Kashish was glaring at me soo spitefully it made the hair on my nape rise. Without a word, I quickly gripped the torn part of my dress and ran out as a lot of eyes were turning on me.
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The ladies room was too far away and if I would even go there, anyone would spot me on the way so I just rushed to our own classroom which was currently empty.
I closed the door and checked on my dress. It was torn soo badly that my hands were shaking. Mumma was going to grill me alive. Also, how was I going to go back home in this condition?! I was soo scared and anxious. Then my slow brain reminded me awfully late to call Zoya. I checked my phone and mentally facepalmed as there were 5 messages from her and my phone was on silent.
I unlocked my phone to call her. Just then the sound of the classroom door shutting loudly made me jump and the phone fell from my hands as my heart was racing painfully with the sudden fear. When I looked back.... it was Azlaan.
It only increased my fear instead.
"So this is were the shameless rat was hiding huh?" He was smirking.
Shameless rat?
He lesuirely strode towards me and my eyes widened as I remembered our last meeting alone.
Will he hurt me again? But I never said anything to anyone. He doesn't look happy either. What do I do?
"Um...my...my dress was...uh... I... I'll leave, sir." I looked down mumbling words that just came randomly in my mouth as my brain was numb and tried to walk out but he gripped my arm and pushed me hard on the huge green board and I winced shutting my eyes in agony as the below border of the board hurt my lower back.
"Quite an actress you are! Acting like a scared little puppy but you're a vixen underneath. You love flirting with any good-looking guy you see huh? Tell me, how many boyfriends have you had in the past 10 years. Binding me to this stupid marriage while you yourself are playing around huh?"
I watched him dumbfounded. What was he even talking about? I hardly even talk to the opposite gender. He's the one who's always surrounded by beautiful girls.... and even other female professors.
"I... I don't..." I tried to explain in my meek voice that wasn't ready to come out properly. I was petrified to be honest.
"Shut up!" He rolled his eyes sounding bored.
I yelped as I felt his hand slipping inside my dress over my thigh from the torn part of my dress. He was reaching higher and higher but it felt weird and I tried to push away his hand. He's my husband, I should feel good right? Maybe it was because of the timing and place. I felt ashamed and really scared.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it? Oh I know...you want that Imraan to touch you like this?" He gripped at my thigh painfully making me whimper and I heard the fabric tear a bit more.
"Were u acting like a pitiful girl in front of him to get in his pants?" He grunted glaring soo viciously into my eyes.
I shook my head horrified.
How could he even say such a thing?
Tears brimmed in my eyes by then.
"P.. please... someone might see..." I was begging.
"Let them. I'll just say she's just a whore who tried to seduce her teacher to improve her grades."
My hand raised on it's own as I slapped him across his face but regretted it immediately and my hands flew to my mouth.
I slapped my husband?!
It were his words that enraged me. I don't mind him not letting know anyone about our relationship but.... calling me something soo dirty? It was for him that I'd been protecting my chastity for, I could've been like those girls who like to hang around with non mehram boys but I feared Allah, and I yearned for my husband for more than a decade who didn't even make a single call to me to check if I was even alive!
He finally let go of my thigh and rubbed his cheek but now I was shaking with fear. His changed soo maliciously that now I was pretty sure he was going to kill me.
"You dared to slap your own husband?" He chuckled without humour and it scared me even more as tears streamed down my face.
"I... I'm s... sorry..." My voice was a whisper.
A scream escaped my mouth as he fisted my hair pulling at it painfully.
"Az... Azlaan... please...." I cried.
The music was too loud for anyone to hear us from inside.
"Don't take my name you pathetic little bitch!" Releasing my hair he gripped my chin harshly as his fingers digged in my flesh and my jaw ached, he pushed my head back on the board with a loud thud. It really hurt.
"You think just because you dressed up a little and wore a dress from London, you can be pretty? You're soo ugly that no amount of makeup and dresses can fix this disoriented, sory excuse of a face of yours. And I'm stuck with this shit for life! Don't you feel sorry for me?"
All I could feel was pain, helplessness and my blood running cold in my veins due to fear. I couldn't see him anymore so I shut my blurry eyes. The love and hope that I had was being ripped out from my heart mercilessly.
"You just want men around you don't you? You wanna have fun with then huh? Then let's have some fun too shall we?"
Next thing I knew, the sobs that I was hiccupping on hitched in my throat and my eyes opened wide as his lips were slammed tightly over mine. It was painful and forced and.... I hated it. So I managed to push him away with all my strength.
"Please don't ... Azlaan.... I don't... I don't want this.... please.... I'm sorry..." I was crying but he was laughing.
"No, you are my wife, aren't you? So humour me!" He ordered and gripped both my wrist pinned them on my either sides turning my cries and struggles futile. I couldn't even feel the strength to scream, the door was locked even.
This isn't what I wanted!
He forced his mouth on mine again and all I could do was let him have his way.
It was nothing like I used to imagine. No butterflies, no gentle touches, no smiles or blushing. Just pain and humiliation.
I felt soo pathetic and useless.... ashamed of myself.
He stepped away from me panting, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, my smudged lipstick on his sleeves while I sank on the floor devoured of strength and the little self-esteem I had.
"Did you enjoy that?"
No!
"That's the price you have to pay for being my wife."
Please No!
"You're my little toy from now on Meher Azlaan Khan!" He laughed and unlocking the door, walked out of the class leaving me on the floor.
My body was trembling as I hugged my knees, cold wind brushing my legs from the torn dress from behind so I hugged my legs tighter and cried my heart out....
I don't know how long had it been when I heard a familiar voice.
"Meher....is that you?"
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