CHAPTER-6

After the Reception Party, at night, Inayat was putting her dresses in the cupboard. Aadil gave her a little space to put her things there. Even though he knew that she had four luggages beyond he gave her so little space just to make trouble for her. As he loved to do so.

After Aadil tortured Inayat, she didn't talk to him at all, not even a word. Just pretend in front of everyone that everything was fine between them.

“Where are my night suits?" After putting all her dresses in the cupboard when she couldn't find her night suits, she was surprised not to find them anywhere.

Suddenly something knocked on her head and she understood who was behind the disappearing of her clothes.

"AADIL!!!" She yelled from the closet and came out from there in rage. Aadil was doing some work on his laptop.

Inayat approached him and asked him angrily, placing her hands on her hip.

“Where are my night suits?"

He raised his gaze from the laptop and stared at her putting down his spectacles on his nose tip. He raised his left brow at her.

“They are your clothes. How would I know where your night suits are?” Inayat squinted her eyes at him in suspicion.

“My blood boils when you show me an attitude like this.” She snapped at him while glaring at him.

“Do you want me to get an ice pack or cold water for you from the fridge? To cool down your temper.” Giving her a fake smile he said to her. And got a death glare from her in return.

“Tell me honestly, what have you done to my clothes?” She again asked him but this time not angrily but making a crying face.

Obviously, she was worried now, thinking about what she would wear at night. As she has nothing to wear at night.

Seeing her crying face Aadil felt very happy from inside. “Umm, I...." He was saying but stopped to tease her. He loved to tease her. When he teased her, she made a cute, angry face, which gave him some kind of unknown feelings.

"Now tell me please." She asked impatiently, looking at him, putting all her attention on him.

But what he said next, she felt like she was struck by a thunder strike. “Last night.”

“I burnt all your night suits.”

Inayat blinked her eyes repeatedly, not being able to believe her own ears. How can someone do something like this?

"What? What did you say?" She exclaimed in extreme shock.

Now, at this moment, she didn't want anything; she just wanted to kill him with her bare hands. Only then would she be satisfied.

“I didn't like them so I burned them.” He nonchalantly said while putting his spectacles in their right place and continuing his work.

"Huh! Really!” Inayat exclaimed.

“You are acting as if it's not a big deal at all.” She was amazed to witness him so cool after doing such a heinous act.

“Obviously. They were just some clothes, not any treasure box. You are just making a mountain out of molehill.” He said, still looking at his laptop.

“Shame on you, Mr. Aadil Waziri. After burning the clothes of some innocent girl, you are sitting here with such pride as if you have done nothing wrong at all.”

Seeing her cute, angry face, Aadil laughed, throwing his head back.

“Oh My God, Inayat! The way you are saying it seems I have committed a great sin.”

“You tell me first what's going on in your head? At the party, you kept holding my hands all the time as if you would die if you let go of my hand. And then while photo shooting, you were so close to me. Have you lost some nuts, or have you rented your brain to someone?”

Inayat was bursting on him like thunder strikes. And Aadil was enjoying seeing her irritated because of his teasing.

“Oh, my dear wifey. We are married now. So I have every right to you. I can touch you whenever I want, wherever I want. And I can get close to you too. So what's wrong with this if I hold your hands?” Closing his laptop he placed it on the bed and said dramatically. Inayat scoffed at his sweet talk.

“You tell me first, If I don't hold my wife's hand then whose hand will I hold? My neighbor’s daughter’s?” Aadil was holding his laugh back very hard while pulling her legs.

“Oh, Hello! It was you who told me that I'm not your wife. So how did you suddenly remember that I am your wife?” Inayat’s anger was hanging on the last thread.

“Yes, I admit that. It was indeed me who told you that I don't consider you my wife. Because I wasn't in my sane mind at that time.” Inayat was moved by his words. She never thought in her nightmare that Aadil would change so much and that too on the same day.

‘Is he bipolar?’ It was the first thing that crossed her mind when she witnessed his changed behavior with her.

“But now I'm repenting of my wrong behavior with you. I know I did wrong to you. I shouldn't do that to you. You are not at fault for what happened to me. In Fact, you become the scapegoat in this marriage.”

Inayat squinted her eyes at him suspiciously. It was hard for her to digest what he was saying. Because she had witnessed his dark side too. He had already choked her to death in the morning. It wasn't easy for her to believe his words so easily. She was confused thinking if he meant what he was saying.

“So I decided to give this marriage a chance and make it work.” The last lines were enough to blow her head. Her jaw touched the floor.

“Then let's start our relationship with a fresh start?”

Inayat moved close to him and touched his forehead. “You don't have a fever. Then why are you talking nonsense all of a sudden? You didn't get your head hit somewhere, did you?” She asked him, not taking his words seriously.

Aadil held her hand and pulled her near him. Due to sudden pull Inayat fell on his chest. Her face hid with her fallen hair, so Aadil tucked her hair behind her ear. She was nervous because of the closeness between them. Some unknown feelings were growing inside her. Butterflies were dancing in her stomach.

“I don't have any fever. I just come to my senses now. I was such a fool that I was going to push away such a beautiful wife that God had blessed me with.” Inayat felt like throwing up after hearing his words.

"Innu, I….." He was saying something but Inayat didn't let him complete what he was saying.

“Don't you dare to call me, Innu. Only my dearest ones call me by that name. It's Inayat for you. Keep that in your mind." He even liked her threatening. Everything about her felt interesting to him. Aadil just smiled at her words.

Then he leaned near her ear and whispered, “You are mine from head to toe. I call you Inayat or Innu, it doesn't matter at all. If my wife doesn't want me to call her by this name, then I won't.”

He said with a big smile. Inayat was getting confused with his behavior. How can someone change like this?

"Umm." He started thinking something and Inayat tried to free herself from his grip. But it was impossible for her as he was holding her very tightly like if he loosened his grip she would flee away from him.

“Umm….Yeah. I got it. I found a suitable name for you. So from now on, I will call you Aayat. How does it sound? Do you like it?” His eyes were twinkling with happiness.

“I know it's a nice name. I don't care if you don't like it. I like this name, and from now onwards, I will call you by this name only. Obviously, when we are in our room.” He winked at her in the end, making Inayat cringe.

“Let go of me. You have lost your mind.” She was trying her best to get herself free from his tight grip, and this time, he let go of her.

“You know what? You were right before, and even your decisions were right, too. Who knows, what kind of witch possessed you and messed up your brain.” Inayat said while making faces.

“Oh, my dear wife. I'm absolutely fine now. You are worrying unnecessarily.” He sat up on the bed with crossed legs.

“Leave it. You just tell me what I will wear now.” She asked him and Aadil stood up from the bed and started walking towards the closet. Seeing him going there, Inayat kept standing there confusedly.

“Come here.” Aadil summoned her loudly to come inside so she went there. He pulled out two begs from his cupboard and handed it over to her. She was too shocked to react, so he shoved them in her chest and she held them.

"It has some nighties inside it." He informed her what was inside the beg. And she looked at him shocked.

"Are you in your senses?" She asked in an amazed tone. And he nodded.

"Yes. Aayat. I bought them for Kainaat. If you like them you can wear them. If not then, you can wear them too.” Saying that he pointed at the other bag in her hands and continued.

“It has some pajamas. You can wear them too. I won't mind.” Saying that he walked out of the closet. And Inayat kept looking at the closed door still in shock. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Huh! Is he really fine? I'm sure he's possessed by some witches. Otherwise, how can someone change so fast? Or does he have multiple personality disorder?” She shook her head and pulled out one pair of pajamas to go into the bathroom to change.

After changing her clothes she came to the room holding her mattress and pillow in her hand, only to find him in his night suit. He changed his clothes in the room.

Aadil looked at her and then at her hand. "What's all this?" He exclaimed in a surprised tone.

“Along with your brain, your eyes have also become damaged. Wear your specs then you will see clearly what I'm holding.” She rolled her eyes in irrigation and then went to make her bed on the floor.

“Ayat, I can see that you are making a bed on the floor. But I don't understand why are you doing all this? You are my wife. You will sleep on the bed beside me. Forget what I said yesterday. Didn't I tell you I wasn't in my right mind? Now come here and sleep with me.” He said, patting on the bed beside him and gesturing to her to come.

“Oh, God! I don't want to live anymore with this man.” Inayat was praying looking at the ceiling.

“What are you asking from God, Ayat? God, don't listen to her prayers. She's a gone case.” Aadil also joined her and continued.

“How can you leave a man who is so kind, innocent, and not to mention heartbroken? Have you ever thought about how I will survive without you?” Seeing his overacting Inayat felt like crying now. He was deliberately playing with her now.

“Please have some mercy on me. You can marry again after my death. Just leave me alone.” She pleaded.

“Please, don't say like that, Inayat. Neither I will marry again nor I will let you go away from me. And if anyone has to die between us then we will die together.” It was enough to lose her temper. Before she did something and regretted later she just stormed out of the room, closing the door behind her with a thud.

Aadil sat on the bed and started laughing like a maniac holding his stomach.

“Why didn't this idea cross my mind before. Instead of torturing her physically I can torture her mentally and like that I won't feel guilty too. The satisfaction I feel by irritating her it's really amazing. Inayat Siddiqui, get yourself ready. I will make your life so hell that you will leave the house yourself. It will be really fun.” He said with a devilish smirk and laid down on the bed pulling the comforter to cover him.