Ayat let out a sigh of relief and thanked Allah as she heard the door close. She leaned her head back on the wall, tears falling out her chocolate brown eyes. Her tears finally came to an end as she slowly tried to stand up.
A hiss escaped her lips as she touched her bloody stomach.
Ya Allah, how much longer must this go on?
She held the wall for support as she limped into the bathroom. Her ankle was paining a lot, but it didn't hurt as much as her stomach did.
Once she walked into the bathroom, she looked into the mirror in her bathroom as she touched the bruise on her face.
It was blue, turning purple.
It wouldn't be gone till at least the next 2 weeks.
More tears rushed out her eyes as a sob escaped her pink lips.
She cried over her cursed fate.
But, she still didn't lose hope. She knew that her Allah was going to make things better and easier for her.
For after rain, there's a rainbow. After a storm, there's calm. After the night there's a morning. And after an end, there's a new beginning.
Ayat sighed as she calmed down. She limped towards the shower and turned it on. After taking a shower and a lot of hissing, she changed into a new pair of clothes, only after bandaging the bruises on herself.
Life had always been perfect for little Ayat growing up. She had loving, caring parents. A best friend that would do anything for her. Good grades. A nice house. A loving younger brother.
Everything.
The first time she had met her husband, she fell in love. He was so nice, so caring and handsome. He also had a stable, well paying job. Everyone was happy with this union expect for her best friend, Eshal.
She had warned Ayat numerous times that her husband was not what she thought him to be. But naive Ayat didn't listen.
This caused a huge rift between the two.
Eshal threatened not to come to her wedding. And true to her words, she didn't come. As much as it hurt Ayat not to see her best friend at her wedding, she ignored the pain.
After her wedding, the best friends grew apart. They no longer talked to each other and became strangers.
Everything for Ayat was going wonderful. Her husband loved her more then anything, and always stuck by her side.
During her second month of marriage, she received devastating news. Her parents and brother had died in a car crash. The news broke her fragile heart. The parents that had always been there for her were no longer in this world. Her little brother whom she always cracked stupid jokes with was now with Allah.
However, Umar, her husband was there to comfort her. After almost a month of mourning, she returned to her previous self.
One day, during their 8th month of marriage, Umar came home drunk.
It had surprised Ayat since her husband was never the type. Or at least to her it seemed that way.
When she asked about why he did it, he slapped her. That was the first time she had ever been slapped by someone other then her mother.
Umar apologized profusely the next day, claiming it to be a mistake, telling her it would never happen again.
But it did.
She faced abuse for the next 19 months.
And even if she did try to escape, where would she go? She had no friends and no family. Plus her husband had strong connections so he could instantly find her. There was no hope for her.
After changing, she went into the bed she shared with her husband and immediately went to sleep. The next morning, she woke up at 6 am. She looked to her left to see Umar peacefully sleeping.
She immediately got up and took out his work clothes, that consisted of a plain white shirt and a navy blue suit.
She ironed his clothes and put them on the bed before heading towards the bathroom, hurriedly doing her morning routine, all while limping.
When she came out, her husband was wide awake, on the bed gripping his head. His cold eyes snapped up to hers as she looked at him. After a moment of staring, he got up and Ayat moved back, out of fear.
The action did not go unnoticed by Umar and he smirked as he went into the bathroom.
She let out a sigh of relief before limping down the stairs to start breakfast.
She decided to make paratha's because it was something Umar loved.
(South Asian fried bread)
No, she wasn't make it out of love for her husband, she was making it so he could be in a good mood and not try to hurt her.
She warmed up the kadhi from the night before on the stove and also fried an egg.
(A south Asian dish made of gram flour, yogurt, water and vegetables)
Right as he descended the stairs, she placed his breakfast on the breakfast table.
"Wah. Aaj tou time per khana banadiya." He taunted her. Ayat gulped before looking down at her feet.
(Wow. Today you actually made food on time)
Yesterday, when he came down, the food wasn't prepared which earned her delicate cheek a slap. It was quite normal for her. Him slapping and abusing her for the stupidest reasons.
She stood by his chair, her head down. It was a rule for her to stay standing there, even if he didn't need her.
After Umar finished breakfast, he got up and walked towards his fragile wife. He lifted his hand up as she flinched and closed her eyes, shaking in fear.
Umar smirked like he had done previously and tuck a stand of hair behind her ear.
He just stared at her shaking form before he grabbed his phone and walked out the house.
Ayat's body relaxed as she heard the door close. She picked up all the dishes before she started cleaning.
Their house was pretty big, but not as big to called a mansion.
Their house had 4 bedrooms, 4 and a half bathrooms, and two living rooms. She didn't always clean all of them the same day, only the really messy ones.
After cleaning, it was 3 pm. She decided to get started on dinner, wanting to be done with everything early.
She made biryani, a dish she absolutely loved. Another reason she made the dish was because her husband always wanted her to make good extravagant food.
He hated daal or vegetables alone.
(Lentils)
After finishing making dinner, Ayat decided to read the Quran, hoping it would ease her heart. After 30 minutes of continuously reading, she put it back in it place and went to change her bandages.
However, before she could, the doorbell ringing stopped her in her tracks. She frowned in confusion as she went to open the door.
Umar was standing there, his tie open and hanging from around his neck, his shirt tugged out and a bottle of alcohol in his hands. He shrugged past his wife as he took another swig out the bottle.
"Umar," Ayat whispered as she stared at his huge form. He turned around, his eyes blazing in her direction.
"What?" He sneered at her.
"A-aap jaldi-," she was cut off as her husband held her chin tightly in his grip.
(You came-)
"Kitni dafa kaha hai muhjse sawal nahi karnay hai," he shouted as she flinched at his loud voice.
(How many times have I told you not to question me)
"Mera y-yeh matlab nahi tha," she stuttered as her Shaw started to hurt.
(I didn't mean it like that)
"Tou phir kya matlab tha?!"
(Then what did you mean)
He pushed her back as she fell onto the floor. She backed away as he moved closer.
"I'm not in the mood to see your ugly face or hear your voice." He slurred and stumbled away.
A sob escaped Ayat's mouth as she held her hand close to her chest.
She cried over how horrible her life had turned out, similar to how she had done the previous nights.
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Hey you guys! I'm finally back.
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