" I told you already, This month I'll not get salary and won't be able to pay the bill of the apartment!" He stated, while wearing his wrist watch.

I stopped in the mid.

I was washing the dishes. I walked towards him, Scrubber in my left hand.

" What will I do Mourad?" I asked him.

I cannot asked money from Ammi and Abba

I have asked many a time, even I cannot asked from Bhai Jan, Bhabi has strictly warned him to not give me a single penny.

I sighed

Then the second thing -

Mourad holds my neck from the backside

My breath hitched.

The scrubber fell from hand to the sink

My hands immediately went to rescue from Mourad's firm hold.

" You dared to speak back?" He growled.

" I-I... I didn't-" before I could complete he pushed me hard towards the sink.

His hands firmly holding my head

He turned on the tap and pushed my head inside the sink

I struggle to breathe

My hands tapping the edges of the sink

He pulled out my head and then again put it inside the sink.

" Mour- Mourad... P-ple-please..." I pleaded.

But he sees no mercy and instead he pulls me back.

And holds my cheeks tightly

Very tightly that I could feel his fingers inside my mouth.

" You dared to talk back to me? You forget What I can do?" He asked, eyes blazed with anger.

I didn't replied

I was too scared to even meet his gazed

Hey Allah, Kya gunnah Kiya humne Jo yeh saza mil raha hai hame.

A single tear roll down my eyes.

He pushed me back and went towards the bedroom

He came outside with his office bag and looked at me.

He came towards me, his eyes soft.

He careses my face

Remove a strain of hair from my face

" Call your Family and asked money, you know already Yasmin, I'm short tempered. I'm sorry baby forgive me and asked Abbu to send atleast Ten thousands to atleast buy the groceries. Hmm?" he said.

And he went out of the apartment.

I was stunned.

He is Bipolar minutes ago he was punishing me and now caring about me.

I know, he doesn't want to hurt me but the condition is like this so he had to.

Hey Allah Mourad ka Khair Rakhna.

I quickly went to our bedroom

I opened to almirah to ger changed

There my eyes went to his shirts, neatly arranged and pressed. But there was a white shirt, with a lips marked on it.

My eyes widened in horror

Is Mourad cheating with me?

No

No

It can't happen

I stumbled back

I gasp

My hands went to my mouth

My eyes numb

He can never do this

He loves me

He said he will never leave me

I'm his Begum

It must be something else

Yes, I'm thinking overly

That's it

I took the shirt in my hands

The lipstick stain was real

It wasn't fake

Instead it was real

Someone's real lips

But...

Mourad could never cheat on me!

I trust him.

He had left his home for me

Why would be cheat me

But the stain?

The lipstick stain?

What about it?

I quickly dialed Mourad's number

It beeped twice but he didn't picked up

Damn it !!

Pick up the call Mourad!!!

Tears were streaming down my cheeks

My hands shaking as I try to call him again and again

And then after almost thirty plus missed calls the call was picked up

" Dadda... Chokit... Aryan Baby good boi. Chokit Dadda"

There came a baby voice

Does something happen to him?

No

No

Allah is with him, he will never let anything happen to my Mourad

" Baby? Please give the call-" before I could complete a female voice came, very melodious and sweet, just like my bhabi and Ammi

" Aryan whose phone did you pick up? I told you na not to play with your dadda's phone?" A voice came from the other side

" Miss, can you tell me where this call had dialed to?" I asked

" Sorry ma'am, The call had been dialed to Mr Mourad Sheikh" She replied

I gulped

" What his phone doing with you?" I asked her.

" Sorry? He is my husband."

He.is.my.husband

Husband?

Mourad? My Mourad?

...

" Bhai Sahab, please I'll give the money of these Vegetables immediately when He will get his salary" I requested the Vegetable seller.

" Behen ji, I have already given you so much vegetables like this and always you used to say when he will get salary you will pay. But till date you have not pay it" he snapped back

I lowered my head

" What are you doing here Yasmin? Ohhh don't tell me, you are buying vegetables in EMI system?"

I heard it

The voice belongs to none other than my Bhabi

She was standing with a full busket of vegetables.

" I- I was just"

why the hell I'm stammering in front of her?

" We already warned you to not go with that Bastard Mourad, now see what you are doing. Who will believe that you are sister of the great businessman Malik Ali?" bhabi taunted me

" He isn't a bastard " my voice was so low that no one could hear it but she did.

" He isn't? Huh! I know you are going to ask money from Ammi and abbu but don't you dare to ask! You chosed him that night over your own family and now see what you are and what we are!" Bhabi said

I lowered my head

Yes she was right

But why don't they understand that I love him

Till today...

A tear rolled down my eyes

" I'm so-sorry" I apologised and went from there

I couldn't bear this much humiliation

I Just can't

I

t's too much to bear

I lowered my eyes and went towards our apartment

Suddenly I bumped to a hard surface

I rubbed my forehead and it wasn't a hard surface

It was a human being instead