LOGIN“You helped your sister to run away with her boyfriend, right?” Aadil Waziri yelled at his newlyweds wife Inayat and he shook her head. “I didn't know she would run away.” She defended herself. “That means you knew. Then you could have told me about that. I would have backed out. I would never marry her forcefully. Now see what you have gotten yourself into. You spoiled both of our lives. You are stuck with me forever and me with you. But you have to pay for it. I will make your life hell. You are really my wife in papers but I will never claim you as my wife.” Pointing his finger at her he snarled at her. “Then why did you agree to marry me? You could have said no to this marriage.” Now Inayat lost her temper and yelled at him which enraged him more and he grabbed her jaw firmly, looking deadly into her eyes. “Because I want to ruin your life. You have to pay for your sister’s faults all your life. Welcome to my hellhole.” Saying that he let go of her face with a jerk and started laughing like a maniac.
View MoreInayat leaned against the closed door, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed her palm flat against the wood like she was trying to hold something back. For a moment, she closed her eyes. She couldn't believe Aadil shifted here for her. And he was staying in the same building, not just that he was staying next door. Only a wall between them.“No, no, no, this can’t be happening. Can't he leave me alone. Why is he so hell bent on making my life hell. He can't stand my peace.” She whispered under her breath.Her grip on the door tightened before she suddenly pushed herself away and walked inside, trying to calm her racing thoughts.“This is temporary. Just one month then it’s over. He will be out of my life.” She muttered.She repeated those words like a mantra as she walked toward the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. Her hands were still slightly unsteady.Before she could take a sip there was a knock on the door. Her entire body
Inayat couldn’t sleep the entire night. She kept tossing and turning, her mind replaying everything; Aazan’s confession, her own words, the meeting she had planned for tomorrow.Every time she closed her eyes, something felt unsettled inside. By the time the sky began to lighten, she gave up.With an annoyed sigh, she threw the blanket aside and got out of bed.“Great,” she muttered. “No sleep at all.”Dragging her feet, she walked into the washroom and splashed some water on her face. But the moment she looked up at the mirror, she froze.“What the…”Dark circles were visible under her eyes. She leaned closer, inspecting her face.“I look like a panda,” she groaned, rubbing her eyes. “Perfect. Just perfect.”As if the emotional mess wasn’t enough, now she had to look like she hadn’t slept in days. She straightened up, exhaling slowly.“Pull yourself together, Inayat,” she murmured to her reflection. “It’s just a meeting.”After freshening up, Inayat changed into her jogging clothes
“What? Aazan proposed to you? What did you say to him?” Aajiya asked, completely stunned after hearing what happened at the coffee shop over the video call.She wasn’t entirely surprised. Somewhere, she had always sensed it; the way Aazan looked at Inayat, the quiet care, the unspoken concern. Anyone who isn't blind can tell he has feelings for her. But still she never expects him to propose to her. She understood why he proposed to her now. Because Inayat was going to divorce and he didn't want to lose this golden chance to slip away from his hand. Inayat let out a slow breath and leaned back. “What was I supposed to say at that moment?” she said, still shaken. “Do you have any idea how shocked I was?” She ran a hand through her hair in frustration.“I always saw him as my best friend. Yes, I feel safe with him. I trust him. But that’s all. And it's natural in friendship.” Her voice softened, but the certainty remained firm. “I can never see him as my life partner.”Aajiya studied
“Inayat, I know Aadil made a mistake. Can’t you forgive him?” Mansha Begum’s voice carried hope and helplessness.Aadil’s parents had arrived in Delhi early that morning. They hadn’t even rested properly. The moment Aajiya informed her mother about the divorce, they couldn’t sit still. They had to see their daughter.Because that’s what Inayat had become to them.A daughter.“Mummy, please don’t force me,” Inayat said softly, but firmly. “I have made my decision. I’m not changing it.”Mansha Begum moved closer and held her hands. “We never treated you differently. We always saw you as our own child. For our sake… can’t you give him one more chance?”Those words stabbed Inayat’s heart.For your sake.It would have been easier if they had blamed her. If they had accused her.But they were pleading. And that made it harder.“Please don’t do this to me, mummy,” Inayat’s voice trembled. “You all loved me so much. I will always be grateful for that. But I can’t continue this marriage. If yo
After finishing their lunch they sat in the living room to have some desserts. Warda made kheer as it was Inayat's favourite."Dad, we should leave now. It's been a long time since we came here. If we don't leave for home now then it will be dark when we reach home. Aadil hardly gets time to rest.
INAYAT…..We both went downstairs and found Dadi Jaan and Dada Abbu sitting in the living room. We greeted them."Dear, be careful on your way. And Aadil, drive safely." Dadi Jaan said with a smile. And I passed a warm smile to her.We both reached outside of the Mansion and he hopped in his car wi
INAYAT…..“Aadil, you are here? Do you need something?" Mom asked him and I turned my face away, not having the gut to face him.“Mummy, I wanted some water. May I?" He said and I could sense his gaze fixed on me. So I kept myself busy with the kitchen work.“Innu, give Aadil some water. He's your
INAYAT…..WHAT THE HELL! Look at his attitude. What does he think of himself? Always bossing around me. Please someone tell him, I'm his wife not a slave. He can't order me like this. Can't I have some private moments. I also have a life. He can't control my life like this. I didn't give him the r












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