Please tell me I'm not as
forgettable
as your silence is making me feel.
- anonymous
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Arya's P.O.V.
The chilling air of Islamabad hit up my faintly quavering self full force. The nostalgic scent of my Homeland caused a swift rush of vehemence. After a tiring flight of 12 hours I had landed at my ultimate destination.
I pulled myself out the parking and grabbed a cab back to home. I could never wipe the haunting sight off my mind, not for a second. It had evaded my dreams too.
I entered the wooden double doors and trudged inside to the mahogany door after ascending two stair steps.
The knock at the door and me eyeing everything around brought a set fresh of memories to my mind and tears to my eyes. I brutishly rubbed my
Arya's P.O.V.Two weeks had passed since I had returned from there- away from them. I felt forlorn for no one had attempted to talk to me or to find where I had gone all of a sudden. Not Alim, but Zara and Tom had the contact number of my house.I was perplexed by what I wanted. One moment I would be praying to be always far away from them and sometimes even if they're all I would wish for being with Alim."Arya, come on. Get up. It is 2 o'clock right now," I heard Mom's voice.Mom put the blinds aside and the bright dazzling sunlight entered the room to succeed to the pitch blackness."What have you done to yourself Arya," Mom's voice laced with concern entered my eardrums. I chose not to reply because it was what everyone had been saying to me for quite a few days now."Get up and freshen up yourself. I'm waiting down for you." Mom ordered and left the room.I half-heartedly rose up and proceeded to do what she
I was sitting in the meeting hall; thinking.It was my third week in Pakistan. I had sent divorce papers to Alim as good as a day ago.He must have received the court notice.I thought to myself.Suddenly the door of the room burst open and my worst nightmare came true. In a 100th fraction of a second he was in front of me.My sympathetic system kicked in and eyes widened at their own accord. The heartbeat accelerated to such an extent that it stopped for a bit.Before I could blink my eyes, my arm was harshly gripped in his much larger hand and he started dragging me outside."What are you doing? Leave me. Everyone is watching," I whispered shouting.He neither answered me nor left my arm.Then I decided to take my last chance of escape."You are hurting me, Alim."Dang.. it didn't work.He pulled me inside my office and slammed the door shut and came up to me. I stepped back. Before I could think how he knew a
Several moments of quietness swept between us. I held his gaze with my blurry one. I trod away and sat on the bed when he released me from the hold he had."It was a mistake," I said quietly to no one in particular.Not even to myself!"IT WAS A MISTAKE," I roared frenzied."I'm such a bitch," I added agitated at my own self. Alim was saying something but I was unable to process. He took a hold of my figure but I thrashed around. "I surrendered to you- I surrendered just because I wanted pleasure! what a slut I am."An echo of slapping rang in the room."Stop calling yourself such useless names! You understand?" His hold on my body strengthened and he cupped my chin in between his thumb and index finger.I was too stunned to respond."You are my wife. I have every right on you. And you have every right on me. I'm all yours. Just yours. I'm sorry for what I said earlier," his voice softened but I was numb to feelings. "I love you, Arya.
And when will you come to me in a dream and make night sweeter than night?_Khalil Gibran"Who are you talking about?""Who is she?"Alim asked me again frustrated."Eh..." I was wandering in my mind to say something."Ali we are going," Alim announced loudly."What?" Ali's surprised voice came. "At least have dinner Arya Alim," Maryam added walking to us."No, some other time now we have to leave urgently," Alim told wrapping his one arm around me."At least, let me say goodbye properly," I said looking at his weird self.I hugged Maryam and Alim paid his greetings to Ali when I heard them mumble between themselves."What about captain Usama?" Ali asked."I'll tell you later," Alim replied, patting his back.
"Goodbye, Maryam, and must-visit us when you come to States."Ali and Maryam were the last guests who departed.I was looking at the peaceful night, the purple sky adorned with incalculable bright stars gleamed exactly like the glint in my eyes."I love you," his sensual voice sounded in my ears and a blush coated my cheeks."Let's go inside," I suggested."No, we are going back." He shook his head immediately in negative."Its almost 1 am, Alim.""I have to go back. Ibrahim must be desperately wanting me beside him by now," he stated casually."You can go," I did not stay there any longer and stomped my way in the home."Arya, darling," I heard Mom's voice when I was in the shower."Yes, Mom," I called from there."Baby, hurry up."The mild hot water ran over my scalp and
He is the air she breathes!_f.t.It was evening now as we were returning; we had spent the whole day in the hospital. Alim said he didn't need go to the office for Uncle Ahmed and his son Suleiman was covering up for him."Arya?" Alim called putting a hand on my forearm."Yes," I said without turning to face him."Look at me," he pleaded in a soft voice.My eyes so wanted to do as he said- to look at his devilishly handsome face and forget the world but the head of my mind shook itself and made my eyes shut tight in response."What's wrong?" His voice chimed."You can never do anything wrong, so there is nothing wrong," I spat venomously turning to face my husband remembering the embarrassment and hurt I
One day you'll ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you'll walk away not knowing that you are my life._Khalil Gibran"I'm sorry, Arya. I'm really sorry," Logan kept on repeating.I had no courage left in me to stop him from blaming himself. I was too stunned for my own good.Whore!Slut!These words circled in my mind continuously and made me spin hurtfully. I felt nauseous. My heartfelt like climbing in my mouth. My stomach churned, reflexively I put a hand on my mouth and gagging sound escaped my lips."Arya," Logan halted the drive, and seeing my posture he immediately got out and opened the door of my side. I ran to the pavement and emptied the content of my stomach."Take it." He handed me a bottle
Could you lay with me underneath the stars!Something hot dripped on my bare shoulder and I squirmed around to come face to face with a weeping Alim. His eyes were embellished with dark red lines. Tears continuously poured from his big black orbs, moistened hair on his cheek and chin. "Alim." I placed my hands on both sides of his face and tried to set us up. He had his arms tightly wrapped around me."What Happened?" I asked him gently. He did not reply but snuggled his nose in my neck and then -then I felt his fingers skimming over my abdomen.And a tear of ecstasy leaked from my right eye. "Don't cry Alim. It's a blessing of Allah we should welcome it with big smiles on our faces." I said putting my own arms around him and face on his broad shoulder."This is the best
"Farya, for God's sake wake up!" I yelled from the washroom but my one-year-old girl was not taking any notice of me and was sleeping peacefully even though she had been sleeping for the last seven hours since her Dad had left for office.I had also just woke up after having an afternoon nap and I was worried about her being hungry but she did not care.She was literally a daddy's princess! She has weird habits or she is too much attached to Alim.She never wakes up even if I'm shouting in her ears and as soon as Alim whispers something even to me she is up in an instant.Gliding her hands in the air, asking him to pick her up. Sometimes I get jealous of this duo but whatever I love both of them so much and they neglect me so much.Ahh.. sigh. After washing my face, I pulled my hair in a messy bun and walked out of our room.
Contentment; a single word easy to understand hard to get. Some people are not contented even when they have the world at their feet. Their heart yearns for the sky then. Some are not contented even when they have the universe. It is because contentment is not related to wealth or objects. It is that one person who becomes everything to you and you don't even realize. Contentment is in that one embrace which you get at the end of the day. Contentment is that one kiss which you give in the morning.Contentment is my husband. Life has not been perfect for us. It was full of ups and downs. Hate and love. Embrace and separation. Joy and tears. However in the end we always found contentment in each other. His embrace is my heaven. His heart is my favorite place to live. His company is what I yearn the most. His smile is what completes me. He is my imperfectly perfect husband. He is my happy place; my contentment.
ItArya's p.o.v....I woke up at 12 in the morning and found Alim was nowhere to be seen. After doing my business in the washroom I came out of the room only to come face to face with a serious Peter."Peter?" I called out his name in surprise. I wasn't expecting him to be here."Hello," he said curtly while nodding his head.I also said a meek hello and walked towards the kitchen.I was still not on good terms with Peter. First of all that event of him almost killing me was fresh in my mind. Second, he was not that friendly and we never really talked. Third, he was always glaring at me.Entering the kitchen, I found Logan sitting on a chair and eating something."Logan!" I squealed excitedly
Some scenes can be offensive for some readers. Please avoid reading if you can't handle physical abuse!.....Alim got out of his Escalade with Suleiman. He took off his shades and by the nod of his head gestured for Suleiman to go with him.They both walked together into his farmhouse. Or should we say the farmhouse he was using as a warehouse?There stood a man with a gun in his hand, waiting for them."Where is Melana?" He asked curtly."She is in the room upstairs. Henderson is guarding her and Kingsley has been shouting since you left to let him out and see Melana."He nodded his head. "Ok. I'll take it from here. You can take the day off if you want a
Note:This story is a male protagonist based. The idea of Arya forgiving him was disturbing to some. I won't say what she did was the right thing today. She should stand up for herself but she didn't. That was her character. From the start of the story she has been a dependent girl, she depends on Alim for everything. Every little thing. Whether it be her clothes or food. And when this incident of Alim forcing himself upon her happened, she was traumatized as every other girl would be. Later she blamed it upon herself that she was at fault by taking pills and not consulting Alim regarding that.On the other hand, Alim was unaware of Arya's perspective. He was regretting what he had done to her. He was ready to divorce her for her happiness but she herself forgave him....This is how the story is. This is describing their situatio
Mature content ahead!...She was unconscious, lying on the hospital bed. He had been sitting with her since they had returned from the warehouse and came to the hospital.They had left that place at dawn and now it was almost 4 in the afternoon. Alex along with Melana and his men was already shifted to his own warehouse back in the States. Dikiy Voin's men wanted to take them but Alim refused. So they returned to Pakistan.Now Alim, Arya, Logan, and ten other men were left behind in Russia.When he noticed Arya stirring he got up and left the room. He didn't want her to see him. He didn't know what will be her reaction now. He himself hadn't forgiven himself. How could he expect her to forgive him?The Doctor had earlier came up
He was in his office, attending a meeting but his mind was wandering far off. Suleiman was eyeing him continuously and sometimes glared at him to make him pay attention to the matter at hand but he didn't pay any heed neither to him nor to the meeting.When the meeting ended, Suleiman got up shook hands with the men, and then turned around to face him."What the fuck you were doing?" He hollered."Nothing," Alim replied."Either go get her or throw her out of your damn mind. I can't watch you sulking around like a bitch.""Today is our anniversary." He heard Alim saying."So?" His anger was not decreasing a notch.He was done with his behavior. He wanted him to man up and take a firm decision. Either let the girl go and move on himself or get the girl and have peace.But his friend was doing nothing. He was doing ne
The life!Life is that one place where you enjoy yourself. It is that one feeling that makes you alive. It is that one sin you want to commit overnight and repeat to build heights. It is that one person you want for your good and terrible spans of time.Alas! I haven't lived life for the entire 29 years of my life.I lived it and lived it to the fullest in the one year only- when she was with me. Beside me, holding my hand. Lying by me at night.I remember that day vividly when I saw her for the very first time. It was like if my breath was sucked out of my body. I didn't believe in the shit like soulmate but seeing her I was hell sure she was my one and only.It wasn't her beauty that triggered me. Although she is beautiful beyond measures, she is solely made to give the hard competition to the goddesses of the world.Her Raven hair falling on her shoulder
Arya had returned to her home in Pakistan along with Minahil. They had flown in Alim's jet. When Alim had suggested that Minahil had put a fit, not wanting to oblige. Then Zara had come and persuaded her saying, "Arya is not ready to face anyone else in this condition," this made Minahil back down reluctantly. She was sitting with her mother in the lawn, Arya was asleep in her room."It has been almost a day why Arya hasn't come out of her room? And why you came back so early and on top of that with Arya? Did she have a fight with Alim?" Mrs. Safina, their mom, questioned Minahil."Mom, she is fine just a little tired," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant."Is this a little tired?" Her mom gasped. "You should be more tired than her but you are all fine." He