The next morning she woke up on her side of the bed and found his place empty. On the cue, she heard shower running at the back that meant he hadn't gone to the office yet as he was taking a shower. Most of the time, whenever she would wake up, she would find the room empty yet full of his scent. Despite being married they would have minimal talk rather she would hesitate talking to him and often she would find his eyes on her as if she was observing her keenly and enjoying it. But what he said last night had left her in a dilemma. Was he beginning to love her?Love is a thing that was not supposed to be done with a woman like her. She thought it must be a mere attraction because she was sure after coming to know about her past he would hate her. She would suddenly become untouchable and filthy for him. And as Ayyan said, he would punish her badly.The word punishment alone froze her heart. Her mind recalled the scene when he was stabbing the dagger mercilessly into that man's chest.

"I want you to be ready by tonight for me," he demanded, whilst raising his brows.She just fearfully looked at him, not giving a response."Got me?" he raised his brows, stressing at his words. "Yes, yes,"He just nodded her head and disappeared in the walk in closet. She stood there and didn't move an inch. Her brain contemplating to digest the news. Everything was coming in on her. She felt tangled, caught up in a web. Her toes were tightly curled and so was her hands as she stood frozen there. He would kill her, cut her into pieces. Chills were rising on her spine thinking when he would come to know who she actually was. What she had done in the past, she was not only a non-virgin but a prostitute. The thought was buckling her knees. As soon as Moosa came out, he found her struck at the same position where he left her."Roshanay," he called her out that broke her reverie and she looked up at him."J-jee?"(Yes?)"What happened?" he asked, his voice soft."Kuch...kuch nahi," Sh

Her eyes fell on the skin sleeveless sleepwear. Yet it wasn't a sleepwear, it was more like a lingerie. Just a piece of clothe that sized just above the midway of her thighs, leaving only her intimate part covered. To cover her bosoms there was a thin small pad and the dress had no covering elsewhere. The neckline was deep and the clothe was of net.The dress alone was making cold sweats to pop on her forehead.She was analysing the dress when she noticed one more note. She took it out and opened it.'Wear it and wait for me tonight. I'll come at 12,'She immediately folded the note and threw it on the bag before putting the bag away from her as if it was scalding her. Anxiety within her rose so much that she began to walk here and there. One eye on the clock and it was 5 already.She didn't know what to do now. Everything was closing up on her. She wished she had the power to make the time stop.Only one idea popped in her mind to escape from the horrible thoughts wandering in her mi

He held her close to him, in his arms as they both sat on the sofa. She had been crying softly and still her small sobs weren't ceasing. Her whole form was shaking with her little hiccups as she was wearing one of his shirts that reached her mid thighs.When he had demanded to know the reasons, she had started to cry and wasn't even stopping yet now her sobs alleviated to tiny hiccups as he waited patiently."What happened, Roshanay?" he asked, tracing her brows with his thumb.Her drenched lashes opened and revealed her amber eyes to him."I'm v-very scared," she muttered at last, "Very scared,""Of what?" His voice was soft.She looked down and scooted away from him so there was space between them. Looking up and down at him with fear in her eyes, she found it hard to utter the words. The words of truth.'That I was a prostitute'These words were at the tip of her tongue but she didn't have enough courage to utter these.Her body, badly beaten and a hole in her head due to the bulle

Why?The question was, why...Why her heart was beating like a drum.Why she felt her heart breaking into pieces...Why was she feeling the tears accumulating within her eyes.Why his statement was hurting her.Hurting her so much that she was able to feel the pain in her heart.Was he betraying her?She wasn't in love but still it pained her.She was forced in the marriage but still it pained her.She hadn't accepted this marriage but still it pained her.Maybe she had began to....She brushed off the thought.He was cheating on her with Farah.A lone tear escaped her eye as she sat alone in her room. She cleared the tear as soon as it fell.Prostitutes like her had no share on love.Non-virgin unmarried women like her did not deserve to get married.Tainted women like her were only supposed to quench the thirst of the sexual arousals of men.She had been taught this whole life.Her whole life these words were being fed to her.The partial reason she had not and would not accept this