Forcefully His

14

I woke up and noticed that Farah was not in bed. I got ready and went down for breakfast where she was and we started having our breakfast.

Before I left, I kissed her forehead. When I returned back home, I saw her in our room, pacing and blabbering.

“I shouldn’t have let him kiss me, now he is taking my gratitude as my love…” I heard her blabbering. I entered the room and she stopped in her tracks, I knew I looked scary by the paleness of her face.

I walked towards her as she started walking backwards. This continued until her back hit the wall. I placed my hands on either sides of her face.

“What were you saying? Gratitude?” I asked her in a dangerously low tone. She did not reply instead, she kept looking into my eyes.

“GRATITUDE? Would you have let me f**k you in gratitude?” I shouted, I was hella angry. I banged my hands on the wall and left the room.

I knew, I scared her but her words had hurt me deeply. Not even her denial to marry me had hurt this much.

I got in my car and started driving aimlessly on the road.

FARAH’S POV:

I started crying after he left. I could see hurt as well as anger in his eyes. I knew I had hurt him deeply, but I did not know how to make everything right.

After a while, he came back and said sorry to me for his behaviour to which I did not reply. He took his pillow and slept on the sofa. I thought that everything would go back to normal, but I was wrong.

ONE MONTH LATER,

In just one month, everything had changed, he did not kiss my forehead anymore nor did he sleep with me on the bed. He would just answer the question I would ask and just tell me the important stuff. His this behaviour hurt me, I never thought his ignorance would hurt me so deeply.

One such day, he was late without bothering to inform me. Other times, he would tell me through the servants. I was getting restless at every passing minute.

Around 11 pm, I heard the door knocking. I went to the door and saw Musa come in with the support of his PA.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Sir got into a small accident ma’am. Don’t worry.” His PA replied when he saw that Musa wouldn’t.

Musa had gotten hurt on his forehead as well as on his right arm. They were coming back from the doctor’s who had given the prescribed medicine which was with them.

At the sight him hurt, I was the one who was hurt. At the thought of him dying, I wanted to die first. I realized as I cared for him he was not only my need, he was my LOVE. I loved him.