Perverse marriage

Chapter03

Chapter 03

" What things do you remember about me from our last meeting? " Controlling his temper, Hamza asked living through the past memories which always rush back into his mind with mere mention of it.

She felt it inside again that same strange attitude in his behaviour.

" I mean ahh, I mean we didn't talk much before marriage so I thought you are introvert, reserved type like me "

Hamza nodded.

" Yes, I am as it is whatever you guessed about me. Tell me how I am changed? "

Observing the stern expression on his face Sanam thought to drop it. Maybe it's not the time to get awkward with him.

" I am sorry, it's nothing "

" It's ok you can tell me "

" It's really nothing "

" OK "

Uff

" I will go and change then.. " Sanam informed, noticing his mind was somewhere else. Hamza nodded.

Once she went inside the room she took a breath in relief closing the door. That was intense. Then she took a glance at the nicely decorated room and their wedding bed. Feeling awkward she couldn't decide whether she should sit and wait for her husband like normal people do or if she should change and skip the wedding night ritual.

Ammi! I need you. Not even a day passed and she started missing her mother already. Thinking twice she decided to give a call.

But sensing Hamza entering inside the room she didn't call.

"You are calling someone? " Hamza asked, noticing a phone in her hand.

" Umm, Yes, I thought to call my mother " to complain about you for behaving so indifferently. 'last part she said in her mind.

''Really Sanam? At this time? On our wedding night? Let your mother rest for a while, she must be tired. '' He said walking near her.

" Han, but.. "

'' No ifs or buts, C'mon give me your phone, don't disturb my mother-in-law'' He smiled.

" it's OK don't worry I won't complain about you "

That made Hamza tense.

" Complaint about what? "

" Nothing, you must be scared of my mother " she tried to joke.

" Scared? "

OK maybe he didn't get it. You better not joke Sanam.

" Relax. I am just kidding. We can joke right? "

" Yeah "

" Umm OK then, I will call her tomorrow "

" No, I know you will not listen to me and maybe try to sneak. Give it to me. " he said it playfully.

Ah, why was he asking for her phone? C'mon I can give you my life but not my phone. Yeah, the phone is that much necessary to live your life peacefully nowadays.

Not feeling like giving it to him she started backing away and Hamza started taking steps towards her. When the back of her legs hit the couch behind her she fell on the couch. He came near to shadow over her.

" Give it to me Sanam "

" But why? I will keep it with me " she found him suspicious.

Hamza bends in her direction and she hides mobile, folding her hands behind her back.

Swallowing hard she took shaky breaths looking here and there but him.

She felt those vibes very very strange between them.

Observing him looking at her up and down pervertly Sanam averted her gaze. "please"

" Ok, relax , I am joking, keep it with you, " Hamza took his steps back.

Sanam watched him suspiciously stopping near the wall. She was confused about the way he was acting. At one time he acted playful and at another time acted so cold. Slowly she unfolded her hand looking twice at her phone and then at him. Hamza smiled at her. Taking the risk she got up and walked straight towards the bathroom but within seconds Hamza was on her and snatched her phone.

" HEY YOU... "

Hamza threw the phone on the floor so hard that the full screen broke into pieces.

Sanam was shocked. She couldn't comprehend why all of a sudden Hamza reacted that way.

Stomping his feet on the broken phone Hamza looked at her " Go and change now "

" What is all this about? Why did you need to break my phone? " For a minute she was blank and lost.

" Because you were not listening to me. Told you to give me but you didn't agree "

Sanam didn't take another minute to get alerted by his intentions. It was happening again. The conspiracy behind the marriage.

She ran outside the room holding her heavy dress all the while. The memories of her first marriage rushed back into her mind. How she was waiting for the groom on the wedding night but he didn't show up and on the second day of marriage her mother came informing her about all the lies and him getting arrested by the police following the divorce. What a mess that wedding was! But her second wedding was going to be messed up again she never ever thought!

Clumsily holding her long dress which was stucking again and again in her high heels she reached the main door and was going to open it when suddenly Hamza grabbed her arm and forcefully carried her on his shoulder.

She screamed and took the hold of the door handle for her dear life.

" Leave me, what are you doing! Leave me "

" Help me! Help me please. " She struggled in his hold while screaming for help. Ya Allah! What is wrong with this crazy boy!

Hamza tried to pull her away from the handle but when she restricted him he landed a slap on her backside and she became still for a moment. When her hold on handle became loose Hamza quickly carried his screaming bride inside the bedroom.

Where was everyone? The guards or the maids of the house ? Why they were not listening to her screams? Why nobody was stopping him?

Sanam thought to herself, and maybe the possibility of the reason was their bullshit wedding night and definitely Hamza told them especially to leave them alone for the rest of the night.

Upon reaching the room Hamza threw her on the bed. Sanam got scared and scooted away from him as far as she could and looked for something to attack.

"Don't you even dare to come near me "

" I don't even want to. You just stay put. Can we do that? "

Hamza raised his hands showing no harm to her.

Sanam gulped and not believing him took the vase in her hand.

Anticipating Sanam's attack, Hamza held her hand and shook her hand hard. The vase fell on the floor with a loud noise. Dominating her he pinned her on the bed underneath him.

"You monster get away from me "

" Calm down "

Sanam struggled to get up and tried to push him away, balling her fist she hits hard on his chest. Hamza caught her both wrist and looked into her eyes intently challenging her to carry on the attack.

" What are you? Why are you doing this to me? "

" And what did I do to you that you needed to do this to me? "

" Han? " She was confused. His grip on her hand tightened.

" I---I want to go, leave me, leave me please. "

" Where do you want to go? "

He looked so dangerous with a hard and stern face watching her with a tick in his jaw. He looked at her hands twisting in his hold and then his eyes fell on his name written on her palm within mehandi design and a sense of possession registered his mind.

Sanam looked down on her hand which started to pain.

" ..... ..... leave me" she pleaded.

Sanam was so so afraid of him and wanted to cry on her helplessness.

" Why don't you listen to me Han? " He moved her both hands forcefully above her head and held in his one hand.

Sanam looked at him in horror when Hamza adjusted himself on the top of her then brought his free hand to remove her loosened diamonds studded passa (maang Tikka- head jewelry). She flinched and stared deeply into his eyes in fear.

Sanam saw his eyes were reflecting so many emotions at one time. The mischievous was lost from his eyes, pure anger, lust, grudges, pain, tardiness, madness were there.

"Why? Why are you doing this? " Sanam asked, scared of him.

Hamza smiled wickedly at her and tears started forming into her eyes. She closed her eyes to avoid any kind of eye contact with him. Ya Allah! Was he for real!

Fear crawled inside her when his fingers touched her skin. She felt his fingers grazed along her cheek, neck and then slids under the neckline of her dress and he pulled it down with so much strength..

Her heart drummed aloud, beating so fast that it will come out anytime soon.

Why was he doing this? She knew she was not that beautiful that he would go all insane to have her? Yet she didn't understand why he was behaving like this to her? Her mother trusts him so much.

Also she had done nothing wrong to him. They always talked nicely to each other.

" Whose name is this? " Hamza was stunned eying the name tattooed in Arabic with black ink on her right shoulder.

Coming into her senses Sanam gulped and looked at Hamza who was looking at her Tattoo intently. She debated in her mind. She would have told him if he asked her nicely. She turned her head to the other side.

" You can pull the dress more down, maybe then you don't mind whoever is it. "

Listening to her bold reply he gritted his teeth and fisted her dress material.

She closed her eyes. Why always so unlucky!

Ammi please save me........... She prayed silently and then her mother's voice reached her ear.

"Sanam, Sanam where are you?" Madina came hurriedly.

Sanam heard her voice and gets relaxed for a bit when Hamza freezes in his motion and shouted for her help " Ammi, Ammi I AM HERE , PLEASE HELP ME"

Madina with her guards entered the room and was shocked to see the scene in front of her eyes.

Hamza was on top of Sanam grabbing her hands above her head.

" HAMZA.. LEAVE HER NOW" Madina didn't get it. What the hell he was doing!

When Hamza didn't listen she walked towards them and eyed one of her guards to put the gun on Hamza's head.

"I said leave her '' Guard pressed the pointer of the gun on the back of his head, but Hamza got angry at her and squeezed Sanam's hands tight in response.

"AHHH Ammi! he is hurting me "Sanam pleaded.

"I am giving you the last warning Hamza or else i'll give orders to shoot you, " Madina warned him again.

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"HOLD ON, what is happening here? Madina, tell your guard to remove the gun from Hamza's head. " Hamza's father Shabbir came suddenly and got shocked to see all that craziness.

"First you tell your son to leave my daughter " Madina hissed at Shabbir

"Hamza leave Sanam right now!"

Shabbir ordered Hamza but as stubborn and crazy he was at that moment Hamza didn't make any move and squeeze her arms with more strength.

"Ammi help me!" Sanam cried in pain.

Shabbir couldn't take that anymore.

He took the charge and snatched the gun out of her guard's hand and pulled Hamza away from Sanam.

Sanam hurriedly got up and rushed toward her mother and

hugged her tightly to cry her emotions out.

"What was all this?" Shabbir asked Madina weirdly.

But nobody said anything to him

and Madina and Hamza kept glaring at each other. To gain their attention Shabbir shouted again.

"What was all this?"

Madina eyed her guards to leave the room. When all of them left Madina talked to Shabbir.

"I don't know ask your son about

it " Madina Snapped.

Shabbir glared at his son.

" What the hell is happening here?"

Hamza answered him arrogantly.

" Nothing dad, Sanam was showing me her tattoo on the shoulder when she came " Hamza pointed at Madina and smirked at Sanam while buttoning his shirt buttons.

He had no shame, still talking like he had done nothing wrong in front of his dad! How shallow was his attitude!

"No he was.... he was... harassing me " Sanam accused him in her trembling voice.

How dare he try to do such a thing to her daughter.' Madina became angry hearing from her daughter and walked towards Hamza.

She raised her hand furiously to slap him, but in time Hamza grabbed her wrist.

"AA don't you dare to raise your hand on me, and for what reason? What did I do? What is the need to follow your daughter on her wedding night? Did you forget to give her some adult education? Is she really 28?"

Hamza dared to held her hand and talk lowly about Sanam.

" You just shut up Hamza! She knew how to differentiate between harassment and a love thing."

Madina defended her daughter and snatched her hand from his hold.

" So tell your overprotective mother what we were doing on our wedding night exactly. "

" You broke my phone "

" It was an accident I told you not to disturb your mother but you keep asking me to bring your mother here on our wedding night. " Hamza had the guts to prove her wrong.

Shabbir was beyond irritated with Hamza's stubbornness which was making the situation more complicated. They didn't agree to take Madina on the wrong side. He couldn't understand what his son wanted exactly!

" Keep quiet Hamza. Let me talk to

her " Shabbir had enough of him.

" There is nothing to talk about I am taking my daughter with me"

Madina was not ready to take anymore of his shits!

"Let us talk first as they just got married today and you are talking about ending it " Shabbir tried to talk and reasoned with Madina.

" Yes, let's end this, I will file for a divorce today because this marriage is nothing but just a waste of time" Madina knew there is nothing much to talk about after what she had witnessed. If Sanam was not there she would have ordered to kill Hamza because she didn't want to traumatise Sanam afterwards. She will surely teach a hard lesson to Hamza.

"Don't talk about divorce yet, first try to sort the things out between them" Shabbir tried to convince her but again Hamza interrupts him.

" Don't forget we are legally married, she is my wife so she has to live with me till the divorce happens." Hamza had audacity to claim his right on Sanam in front of her mother. He didn't stop there and walked toward Sanam grabbing her arm he pulled her in his direction.

"Come dear Sanam " Hamza mocked her but Sanam held her mother's hand from the other side.

"Mom i don't want to live with him. " Sanam pleaded her mother afraid of Hamza holding her from the other side.

" Leave her hand " Madina yanked Hamza's hand away from her daughter and Hamza laughed at her.

" Hamza you just go outside"

Shabbir shouted at Hamza irritated with him. The heck on Hamza was up to was beyond that he could understand.

" No need for that. I am taking my daughter with me and that is final " Madina declared it finally and went outside the penthouse.

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