Junooniyat

CHAPTER 52

Maryam Chaudhary
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As I sat in the car with Danish, there was an awkward silence that suffocated me. I couldn't help but close my eyes and try to take a nap in hopes of escaping the uncomfortable atmosphere. I rested my head on the window and let my mind wander.

Thoughts about whether I should give this marriage a chance or just leave it as it is flooded my mind. But then I reminded myself that I'm married to him now, willingly or not, I'm someone's wife and that thought was hard to digest.

As I let my thoughts consume me, I slowly drifted to sleep. Suddenly I felt Danish caressing my cheek and heard him say, "we're here, jaan, wake up", I jolted awake, as If his touch was burning me. I quickly remove his hand from my cheek. He opened the car door for me and stood there with his with his hand stretched out.

I hesitantly took his hand and stepped out of the car. Standing in front of the mansion, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the biggest house I had ever seen in my life. The beige-colored mansion resembled a beautiful palace, with a grand fountain in the center. I was in awe of its beauty and couldn't help but stand there, struck by its magnificence.

"It's your home now", Danish whispered as he held my hand and led me inside. I followed him, still in disbelief. As I entered the mansion, I realized that it was just as big from the inside as it was from the outside. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling only added to the beauty of the place.

I couldn't believe that this was going to be my new home. With each step, I fell more in love with the mansion. The walls were adorned with expensive paintings, the furniture was elegant and the floor were made of marble. I couldn't wait to explore every inch of this place and make it my own. Despite the awkward silence earlier, I couldn't deny the fact that this was definitely a dream come true.

I couldn't help but stand and stare at the walls covered in breathtaking paintings. Amongst them, there was one that caught my eye. In this particular piece, a man was captured in the act of painting, with his back facing the viewers.

It felt so real, as if the man was truly there, bringing the artwork to life. I was mesmerized by the beauty of it all. The man was engrossed in creating a masterpiece, and I could almost feel the passion and dedication emanating from the painting.

The colors were vibrant, and the strokes were so meticulous that it felt like the paint was coming to life on the canvas. I could almost see the Mona Lisa taking from under the man's skilled hands. It was truly a sight to behold and a testament to the artist's talent.

This painting captured the essence of art, where the artists passion meets with the canvas, and together they create something magnificent. I stood there, lost in admiration for this artwork, and it made me appreciate the true beauty and power of art. This painting will forever hold a special place in my heart, and I'm grateful to have experienced.

"Can you please now stop fucking looking at the painting and follow me", Danish asked in a angry tone. My attention was pulled away from the painting and I obediently followed him, feeling a mix of frustration and resentment towards his behavior.

He is so mean, why does he have to be so mean all the time", I thought to myself, recalling how he had even pinched me in the car earlier. The memory of the painful pinch lingered in my mind as I loooked down at my arm, noticing the red mark left behind by his aggressive gesture.

It was a stark reminder of his cruel and hurtful actions, leaving me feeling both physically and emotionally wounded.

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Allah hafiz 💕💕

🥀No offence but if I could go back to the day I met you I would have just stayed home🥀