Sarah texted me that they were planning to stay at her grandma's place. Dad was on a business trip. So I was alone with Anabia.
I was watching Netflix when my stomach grumbled. I sighed and made my way towards the kitchen
As I was about to enter the kitchen, I stopped, realizing She was already there, trying to cook something.
She felt my presence as she tilted her head. She was wearing a pink long shirt with white beads and white trousers. Her head was wrapped in a pink scarf. I realized that she was hot... no hot was not a suitable word... She was beautiful...
She was biting her lips nervously as I was staring at her continuously without uttering any word.
Why I was checking her out like this.
"You want something?" I came back to my senses as I heard her angelic voice. Angelic..really???
"Umm... I'm starving. Where are maids " I said looking in the kitchen as I didn't find any maid or cook?
"I told them to leave cuz I wanted to cook something " she replied nervously.
"What the heck...I'm not going to eat your crap " I said with a scowled face.
"Okay," she sulked a little and exited from the kitchen.
I opened the refrigerator but there was no sign of food.
Sighing, I ordered pizza, and grabbing a bottle of water I laid down on my bed.
It's been an hour but there was no sign of my pizza. I was frowning.
"Daniyal, here is your pizza" I was cursing the pizza boy when Ana entered my room with the box of pizza.
"Place here," I said in an ordered tone. She placed the pizza on my bed and turned to leave when I called her.
"Listen."
"Hmm" she looked at me with confused eyes.
"My name is Daniel, so next time I don't wanna hear Daniyal from the pretty mouth of yours " I scowled, I just didn't like it when someone called me Daniyal. It reminded me of my mother. Only she had the right to call me Daniyal. I'm now Daniel for everyone. I knew they sound familiar but it made a huge difference when you pronounce it correctly.
"But.. I got married to Daniyal " she almost mumbled to herself.
I sent her a death glare.
"I can show you my nikaah's paper. It's "Daniyal " in my husband's corner," she said shrugging her shoulders.
I was already in bad mood and now these silly arguments. I stood from my place and held her wrist.
Anabia's POV
As I saw his face, I felt a shiver in my spine. I was scared, I tried to run but he pinned me against the wall. Tears started streaming down my face and I gave him a disgusted look. He was now torturing me physically.
"Let me go" I whined and a signature smirk appeared on his handsome face.
You hate me right?" I shook my head and he pulled me closer to his chest.
"Feeling is mutual honey " his hot minty breath reached my ears.
He gripped my arms tightly and I winced from the pain.
A tear fell from my eyes, I tried to push him but he was way stronger than me.
"Daniyal, it's hurting " I cried out.
"I know right " he smirked at me.
He leaned into me and his lips were about to touch mine, I pushed him away with full force.
"What were you doing with me Daniyal " I yelled. His face was red, he held my wrist and pushed me to the walls.
"You think I'll do this to you, really? " he let out a loud chuckle and gave me a disgusted look.
"You're just a piece of trash that my dad bought for me to play but I don't want to lower my standard so don't worry, I'm not gonna touch you" his words shattered my heart into pieces. It's fucking hurting...
I was his wife, his unwanted wife.
I ran to my room and locked the door. I sat on the floor in shock and fear. This was the first time when someone touched me like this. I looked at my wrist.. a bruise was forming. I rubbed my wrist to get rid of his touch but his voice was hitting like a hammer on my head.
******
The next day I overslept. I didn't have to pray. Girls problem...
I wasn't feeling well. I looked at the mirror. My eyes were red and puffy from crying. I decided to skip school.
I took a shower and headed downstairs. There was no sign of Daniyal. He had gone. I sighed and started sipping my coffee.
"Thanks " I smiled at Mia(maid).
"You want something else Ma'am," she said in a robotic tone.
"Just call me Anabia or Ana, and I have not that much appetite. Can you give me some painkillers ?" I asked her as my period cramps were killing my stomach.
"Sure" she nodded and after a few minutes, she came with a glass of water and pills.
I thanked her and took the pills. I crawled to the living room and settled myself on the couch. I closed my eyes and once again I drifted off maybe cuz of weakness or the pills I took.
I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. It was almost evening. My stomach was grumbling. But I need to freshen up so I moved my steps to my room. As I was about to enter my room I heard a weird noise from Daniyal's room. I peeked through the door and I froze at my place.
Emily and Daniyal were doing disgusting things and the room was filled with loud moans of Emily and Daniyal.
I ran to my room and closed the door. I knew he was not a practicing Muslim, I knew he was a bad boy, I knew this marriage was nothing to him, I knew he had a girlfriend. But I never knew that he used to sleep with other girls.
Allah! What I had done wrong that you punished me with him...
I always wanted a husband like me... but Daniyal...
Once again, I was crying vigorously...
Daniel's POV
I didn't know what had gotten into me that I hurt her. One time I was admiring her that how beautiful she looked, how sweet her voice was, and the next second I wanted to see her cry, I wanted to hurt her.
The next day I drove to the school without thinking about her. My eyes were glued to the door. Why the heck I was waiting for her.
She didn't come. I was now frustrated. I was thinking about her too much. I needed some distractions so I asked Emily to come with me to have some fun.
After the wonderful sex with Emily, I realized that it didn't affect me at all. I was still thinking about her. Why the heck I couldn't keep myself from her thoughts.
I didn't know what had gotten into me that I entered her room. She was sleeping on the bed clutching her stomach. I was staring at her beautiful face. Her long thick eyelashes... if they are real..? I wondered. She was not wearing a hijab. I must say that she looked more beautiful without her hijab on.
Maybe I was the lucky one who got a chance to see her hair. Her hair was spread on her face. I urged to stop myself but nothing worked out. I touched her hair... I gasped... it felt like I was touching some silk fabrics. I tucked some hair behind her ears and decided to leave.
This girl was driving me insane...
What you were doing to me, Ana?
I saw a prayer mat and a holy book was lying on the couch. She was quite religious... I think.
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