All Chapters of Am I Married?: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Is it possible not to recognize faces when you're drunk? It doesn't even sound convincing. It's not like my features resemble to Samara. Her eye color, hair color, shape of face is different from me. Even our heights are different. I'm some inches shorter than her. No matter the substantial amount of hate Ashar deserves from me I still can't stop my heart to get sad at the realization that the sincerity, the desire I saw in Ashar's eyes that night was not for me. He couldn't just call it a mere one-night stand. It was not a one-night stand for me. No one would believe on his excuse that he didn't mean to sleep with me. He meant to sleep with Samara. The fact that he wanted to sleep with Samara is enough for me to understand what he wants. Even if I take a stand and prove somehow that he's lying, it won't change that fact. He doesn't want me in his life. So its useless to fight back. I don't want to force myself on him. I clutch the glass in my hand, s

"Right. You can't trust a man." I say with a bitter voice possible, directly looking into his eyes. He let out a hiss, "Sanaya, stop thinking so low of me. I'm not...I can't..." He sighs in defeat, "Let's get back to home. It's late." He grabs my hand. I instantly pull it back, "I said I won't go with you." I grit, "Get out of my sight. I hate to even look at you." He furrows his brows, definitely getting infuriated with my stubbornness, "Sanaya, you're making me angry now. Don't provoke me." He says in a threatening tone. I can't believe party is going outside and here I'm arguing with Ashar in some closed bedroom. "It's not working. I told you I'm not scared of you." He goes to my side, "I didn't say that to scare you." He steps further and stands just behind me. Confusion grows in me. "What are-" I stop when I feel he touches my hair and slide them aside. "I said it so that..." Then I feel his lips on the area which

I said in loud and clear words to Ashar that night that I liked him and he didn't even mention or talk about it for once. In case if he didn't hear it or pretending to ignore it then I swear I'll never going to repeat myself. I have my pride too.When regular class ends, I mindlessly leave the campus. Suddenly my path is blocked by those two girls who flirted with Ashar at Amelia's party. Confusion crosses my face. It's weird they found me."Elle, isn't she is the same wench who took our man?""I guess yes, Abby." She comes closer, examines my appearance.After a second or two, she srunches up her nose, "I don't get it why that crispy looking man was with her when she's no match for him?""Certainly." Her friend agrees.If they are trying to boil my blood then they are almost there. "Can you both please move aside from my way? You can bad-mouth me somewhere else."I try to walk past her, but the girl named Elle straightens her arm and

"Honey, I'm not going to let them put that needle in me." The loud, female yelling causes me to open my eyes slowly.I blink few times to get back to my senses completely. The strong smell of medicines touches my nostrils. Astonishment trickles through me. I sit up quickly and look around. I'm in the emergency room of the hospital."Baby, it's just the small needle. It's not going to kill you." Male voice catches my attention.I turn my head, narrowing my eyes. Two nurses are standing near a female patient's bed. One of them is holding a syringe. The patient seems to be around in her mid-twenties and the man who is standing at the other side of her bed is probably her husband.The female is yelling quite loudly on the nurses, catching attention of other patients in the ward."Don't you know I'm scared of syringe?" She hollers, glaring at her husband.Her husband moves his gaze around, looking embarrassed, "Stop it, please. Everyone is lookin

Matt kept his words. I begin receiving different treatment from Ashar's parents. I'm told to transfer my belongings to the room, offered to me previously; the room that has a king-sized bed. I'm still not used to it. My phone now remains with me and Aaron has also stopped following me around. I got my space and privacy. However, he does work for me as a driver; pick and drop me to and from college. I tried convincing Katherine that it is unnecessary, that I'm more comfortable in Melanie's room, but she eventually persuaded me that it would be good if I get myself a permanent room where she can come and see me anytime. Their change of behavior I would say something positive that has happened in a long time. It's like a relief from continuous struggle and stress. Katherine has taken the responsibility taking me to a gynaecologist for regular check-ups. She knows a good doctor so that's why she recommended her. I allowed her. Since nowadays my mind is not in con