"You're taking sleeping pills, Roshanay," These words alone made her color go pale. It wasn't a question. He wasn't asking. He was telling. And it meant that he knew she was taking pills to sleep. "I-I-I.." she was suddenly short of words. "Don't dare lying to me," his voice turned icy cold which made her scoot away from him."I'm... sorry," she whispered, looking scaredly at him."Why?" he just asked, implying he wanted to know the reason behind her action. She looked at him for few seconds."I...I've trouble sleeping," she blurted the lie that first came in her mind. He tugged at her arm bringing her back to her previous position before he held her chin, "you're lying to me," he said boring his eyes in hers, "I know you're hiding something from me, Roshi," his voice was a hot whisper, "pray that I don't find it before the time you're going to tell it to me," he placed a chaste kiss on her lips."I'm not lying," her voice turned shaky since tears were clogged in her throat. Only
Her feet moved fast as tears kept on spilling down her eyes. Laid on the floor of the kitchen was the broken pieces of the mug and the coffee concoction spilled around. Resting against the kitchen shelf was the man dressed in black. In his hands, was her dupatta (scarf) as an evil smirk was formed on his lips while staring at her scarf. Roshanay rushed towards their room, eyes glistening with tears, fear gripping her heart. Her steps fast to reach her safety. The door of thei room came infront her vision and she suddenly stopped in front of the door, breathing heavily. Light sobs jolting her body so she placed her palm on her mouth. Nose red and face blotched. More and more tears spilled out of her eyes.Even being someone's wife.... not just someone but Moosa Khan's wife.... she still has to face it.When will this get over?Will I ever be able to live freely?Out of fear?And with respect?She tried to quiten herself down. It was not the right time to let her emotions let loose.
Roshanay's whole form quivered with utter dread. Her puzzled mind pushed into a state of dilemma. Whether it was the shock or the fear which wasn't letting her move from her position. The horrors of the scene unfolding infront of her, finding their way in some deep pit of memories in her mind. Her paled face depicted her inner turmoil of how the terror has completely paralyzed her. This scene was almost like a deja-vu. In the same dark basement, stood infront of her, in all his glory, Moosa, holding a dagger in his hands. His eyes bloodshot red. His face so concentrated, eyes entirely fixed on the task he was performing as if it was a source of dopamine for his mind.He was relentless. Merciless.She witnessed an anger-an angst in him which made him much scarier than the last time in the same state. He wasn't stopping. As if the dark whispers of devil in his ears were propelling him, instigating him to dwell on more towards the darkness as with each elapsing second, the dagger pierce
With her face hidden in her knees and hands wrapped around her legs, she sat on the floor helplessly as tears made their way out of her eyes. She has been sitting on the floor and crying for almost an hour or more now. Her hair sprawled around her body acting as a curtain. The broken trust in Moosa's eyes was eating her up, fueling her guilt. The terror of his words was setting its foot in her heart.Not even a shadow of a man?Little did he know, the past life of her wife has been nothing but exposed to them. Her heart was breaking at this fault in her. Moosa was enraged just by knowing that a man touched her even when she was not at fault but what will happen when he would actually come to know about how and in what state did those men see her? She should be sad? Or scared?A mix of both these potent emotions was swirling up within her. She has begun to loathe herself now.Ideas as severe as suicide or eloping were brewing up in her mind but she knew all of this was not possible.
The next morning was quite. Everything seemed a bit settled to her especially after that talk with Moosa last night. Since for the past three days, she was running a fever out of fear that he will reach the depths of the truth she had been hiding. She was expecting him to barge in the room anytime and confront him about the lies she had fed him but none of it had happened and a new day came in her life after a horrible night. And with these thoughts, she was already thinking of telling Moosa the truth because in all honesty, she didn't want to lie to him and break his trust again.She was a bad liar and a bad truthful person as well. If truth harmed her, she won't admit the lie but won't say the truth either. The situation where you're tongue-tied and this tongue-tied-ness made her reach to this stage. Only if she had told Moosa everything earlier, then maybe things would have been different. The door to the room opened and appeared Moosa infront of her sight. She quickly took hold
Dark onyx eyes stared in oblivion. Infront of him was a vast garden as he sat on the bench, observing the flowers bloomed. Life has changed for him. But the flowers still bloomed the same way as a decade ago. The azaleas and roses were fresh. As fresh as the memories in the back of his mind. That killed him each second. Every moment of his life. Playing with his mind like the eyes of a beautiful women toying with a drunk man's heart. He was sitting in the same garden where it all began. The fire of revenge, love, agony and death erupted from this very place which now looked calm but was the cause of multiple deaths and murderer of not just body but souls, generating lifeless bodies, humans walking yet without their essence-soul. It was ironic. These soft petals, these beautiful flowers could do so much damage. There was a famous saying which was whispered about this place that for a lovers two unite first at this garden would be a bad omen to their love story. He never for once pai
"Nerve-wracking? Is everything alright?" Roshanay asked, concerned. "Yes. Yes. But you know...well.... he wants to meet me,""He?""He.... Remember?.... he....Ibtesham," Alizeh tried reminding her. "Oh him," Roshanay formed an O after realizing, "when?""Well in a week or two. He is coming back from London to Pakistan. He just informed me and I thought of sharing the news with you,""Be cautious, Alizeh. Rather I will suggest you to tell Moosa about him because if he will come to know on his own, it won't end up in your favour,""He is coming to Pakistan for this reason only,""For what reason?""Paving this relationship to our marriage,"Roshanay nodded and after a moment of silence, she spoke, "how did you two meet?""Well, his family lives in London. He often comes to Pakistan to deal the business wing here. One day, he came as an audience at our university for a play in which I performed. And then he approached me. I straight up denied but slowly with his persistence, I have to
Moosa entered the room and first thing, his eyes fell on her sleeping form. Her long hair sprawled on the pillow as her face was turned to the window of the room which opened to the balcony. He retrieved his car keys, phone and wallet and placed these items on the table before taking off his coat and throwing it on the sofa. He went to the washroom and took a shower and within minutes was out of the restroom in fresh pair of a grey T-shirt and a black trouser. He headed towards the bed where she slept. As soon as he got near her, he instinctively neared to inhale her scent. She smelled of fresh flowers and it made him inhale more of her fragrance, enriching his nostrils. This tiny movement around her seemed to disturb her slumber as her eyes got opened and she turned towards him. "Moosa?" she whispered, before looking at the clock. It was 11:30. Did not he tell her that he was going to be late? "Was someone missing me?" he asked, humorously making a smile appear on her lips. "M