All Chapters of Obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

There was no holding back this time. She would bring those words on her lips that were inhibited to her mind to this day. She had already fallen in that pit which she had been fearing so now it was no holding back. "And you know what? I curse you, your family who brought up a bastard like y-" she spated back but her face swung to left as he slapped her tightly on her cheek. She cried out, breaking in a fit of sobs. "You will curse me more, Sheharzaad if you didn't tell me what relation you had with him," he said in a low rumble. "I won't," her sentence started in a whisper of sob, making her realize that her fear was again controlling her and this was enough for her to break the dam and pull out the anger that she had felt all the way on letting herself of being under someone's control, "I won't! I won't! I won't! she suddenly screamed, "I won't obey you! I won't submit to you! I'm not answerable to you! I'm a person of my own and I will do what I want. I will have as many relat

The wall. The mucky, stained wall was what her eyes had been fixed on.Observing different patterns, bloody patterns, dangerous weapons on it had been her prime interest since last week. Those different patterns would often divert her attention from the human body hung to the ceiling. Her face was on purpose kept towards her and her eyes staring at Sheharzaad. Staring deep in her soul, stealing all the life left in her. Her feet that were dangling in the air with her hair sprawled open. Her skin which was now turning blue and the smell of the dead mass already arising from it. Once or twice she had spotted insects crawling on the dead woman's feet. The dead woman who was none other than Khaleda. The week that she had spent here, all alone with that dead body, with minimal human interaction, with little to no food. The only thing she had began craving was to find someone with whom she can atleast say a hello. The men who would come to serve her food won't even look towards her. In

Imagine. Imagine being locked in a cell for weeks. The only sight you get to witness, would be a hanging dead body. And when that body was taken away from your sight, your eyes get blindfolded, leaving you in a dilemma that which condition was better.Witnessing a dead body?Or being blindfolded for an immeasurable time?That you would cry tears of joy when a ten-minutes meal is served to you so you could witness the outer world, which was nothing but a dark cell.And not only this, while you are locked up in that cell, with a blindfold on, the only sense you are left with; your hearing. And only certain words being fed into your ears for hours and hours. Hours that would seem like days. Weeks. Years. The words that would contain, etiquettes, ethics, rules and regulations of what belonging to him would mean. The words that would be played in your ears like a tape of belonging to him. And you would be made to repeat those words. You have to put up a facade that you agree. You would h

She kept on crying as more and more tears propelled out of her eyes, not letting the beautician do make-up on her face. Tear after tear spilled down her eye. Her nose red and face blotched..It was happening. It was going to happen now. Her biggest fear was coming true. But this time, it wasn't just about a one night stand anymore. She would have to spend many nights, countless nights as many nights he would demand.She was his mistress at last. The contract has been signed.When she was done praying her namaz, she had slept and when her eyes opened, she found him sitting on the sofa near to the bed. His eyes were staring at the floor and legs wide open on which he supported both his arms. His hands held a paper and a gun.At that point, she wanted to scream. Cry. Wail. To marry her. Instead of making her sign that contract.She wanted to shout that she wasn't involved with Hannan.It was all happening because he thought she wasn't worthy of being his wife anymore due to her invol

One and a half month.He had kept in her for a whole month to sabotage her thinking, taking a control over her mind. To cover up his insecurities that she won't think of any man ever in her life again. And in this month he had been actively examining her when he had decided to make a decision about her at last.It was either her signing that contract or getting her friend killed.As he sat in his office, waiting for the time to elapse and night to commence with his eyes fixed on a feminine ring which didn't appear to belong to the present-time. It manifested, past, memories, unspoken tales.And miracles.Miracles of what seemed to him selfishness but to the world appeared selfless love.Such a selfless love that the love of a mother for her children got faded infront it.Such a selfless love that utmost love of her husband was dimmed infront of it.No doubt it was a miraculous love.Now fixed proudly between his fingers, the world was unaware the journeys this ring alone had witnesse