Maryam Chaudhary
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We had such a great time at the mall, indulging in some shopping and even taking break to play a game of bowling. To our surprise, we both ended up winning against Ali. Speaking of Ali, it was quite amusing to see him at the mall with a woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties. They seemed to be on a date, which added an extra layer of entertainment to our day.
The highlight of out time at the bowling alley was definitely watching Ali's reaction when he lost in front of his date. The expression on his face was priceless as he tried to maintain his composure while we couldn't stop laughing. Even his date couldn't resist poking fun at him, especially after he slipped and fell while attempting to knock down the pins. It was a moment that had us in stitches.
As we made our back home, still chuckling about the hilarious scene at the bowling alley, I couldn't help but tease Ali about the look on his face.
"The look on your face was priceless", I said to him, giggling as we carried our shopping bags into the house.
As we entered the house, we saw everyone surrounding the person sitting on the couch. My heart raced as if something terrible had happened. I walked towards the couch, gripping my shopping bags tightly as my hands sweated with fear.
Haider turned and greeted me saying, "shukar hai bhabhi, aap aagayi". All heads turned towards me, and I saw Danish sitting there, covered in blood. The sight sent a shiver down my spine.
I walked towards him, noticing that he is already looking at me. I couldn't deny that I felt a sense of satisfaction seeing him covered in blood, a punishment he rightfully deserved for hurting my parents. However, despite my feelings of anger towards him, I couldn't help but feel nauseated at the sight of blood. It was a conflicting of emotions as I approached him, knowing that he was finally facing the consequences of his actions.
As I stood there, I couldn't help but feel conflicted as I looked at him. His head was wrapped in a bandage, his hand in a sling. Despite his injuries, a mocking smile crept on my face, giving a sense of satisfaction I couldn't quite explain. Seeing him in this state, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vindication and satisfaction. Knowing that he was finally facing consequences for the pain he had caused my parents brought me a twisted sense of joy.
However, I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt for finding pleasure in his suffering.
Should I ignore his wounds or act like a caring wife? These thoughts raced through my mind as I stood before him.
"Jaan", he called me, holding my hands and kissing them. I couldn't help but feel disgusted by the smell of alcohol on his breath. I despise smokers and alcoholic men.
"While coming from a club this evening, he got into an accident", Azaan said, making me look at him with concern.
"Ok", I said, at a loss for words.
"He got wounds on his head and his right elbow got sprained", said Haider, attempting to fix Danish's shirt as he groaned in annoyance with his hand in a sling.
As I looked at him, my attention was drawn to his neck where there was a hickey, not a hickey, hickies. It dawned on me that he was not only a heartless, ruthless, cold-hearted, possessive, controlling bastard, but also a cheater. The funny thing is, he says he loves me.
"I want to change my clothes", Danish whispered, making everyone look at him.
"Toh jao change karlo", I said, trying to walk away from him, but he held my hand.
"I want to change my clothes", he repeated, blinking his green eyes innocently. His state was messy, with his shirt buttons open, face covered in bruises, and pants torn near his things. It was clear he needed a change of clothes urgently.
Haider's awkward smile didn't falter as he spoke, "I will help him in changing his clothes". I nodded, attempting to free my hand from his grip, but he held on tighter.
Danish insisted, "no, jaan will help me in changing my clothes", and as he pulled me towards him, I stumbled and fell top of him. His behavior was making me feel extremely embarrassed.
"Nahi Danish, Haider will help you", I uttered nervously with an embarrassing smile. As I stood up from him and glanced around, I noticed everyone looking at us with awkward expressions. In that moment, I wished the earth should swallow me.
Never in my life have I experienced such discomfort and embarrassment as I did in that moment. I couldn't understand why was he so insistent on me changing his clothes, and why wouldn't let his brother's help him instead. It was a perplexing and awkward situation, and I felt as though all eyes were on me as I nervously played with the hem of my dupatta, trying to hide my embarrassment with a forced smile.
"No, I want you to change my clothes", he said firmly, gripping my hand as he attempted to lead me upstairs to our room.
"Nhi, bhai hum kardenge na aapke kapde change chale", Ali insisted, gently pulling away from Danish's grasp.
"How dare you", Danish exclaimed, his eyes narrowing as he watched Ali holding my hand. I quickly withdrew my hand from Ali's and approached Danish, who continued to glare at Ali.
"Kya, how dare you?", Ali asked, his brow furrowed as he looked at Danish. Just as Danish raised his hand to slap him, he suddenly fainted. I breathed a sigh of relief seeing him on the ground, too drunk to stand.
"Kya namoona hai?", I muttered under my breath, my eyes fixated on Haider who was struggling to carry the unconscious Danish. Shaking my head I made my way to the kitchen where Maria was drinking water. Approaching her, she handed me the water bottle, and I took a sip.
As Maria and I stood drinking water, Azaan and Ali entered into the kitchen. I looked at them, wanting to ask them a question: "when did he go to the club?", I asked, glancing at Azaan who was sipping water from the bottle, standing beside the fridge.
"I don't know", he mumbled, turning his head. I could tell he was lying by the way he was behaving.
"I will tell you", Ali said, taking the bottle from my hand.
"Yeah, tell me", I said, waiting for his answer.
"Last night, around 2 I think", he said, causing confusion.
"Woh raat bhar ghar par nahi the kya?", I asked, looking at Ali.
"Nahi, woh ghar par nahi the", Ali said, wincing as he felt the sting of Azaan's smack on his head. Azaan, while glaring at Ali, retorted, "Woh ghar par hi the", causing me to glance back and forth between the two of them.
"Jhoot kyu bol rahe ho Azaan bhai, woh ghar par nahi the", Ali protested, rubbing the spot on his head where Azaan had hit him.
"Who did he go to the club with?", I asked with a quickened heart rate.
"With his ex girlfriend", Ali replied, then swiftly fled as Azaan chased after him. The revelation left me stunned
Did he spent the night with her at the club.
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