Ayat's POV
I sighed as I sat on the couch in the living room, my whole body hurting in exhaustion. I closed my eyes as my body started to relax.
It had been a week since the party and a week since I saw my best friends brother. Well, more like ex best friend.
However, his dark eyes were impossible to get out my mind.
Thankfully though, he didn't talk to me and didn't come anywhere near. I had feigned sickness to Omar and requested him to take me home early. Although he didn't believe emu sickness part, he still drive us home earlier then intended.
The whole ride home, I thought about the strong gaze of his. During numerous times at the party Zaryab had been staring at me. I, however, didn't dare to look at him.
Back to the present, I had been more mentally and physically exhausted these past few days. Yesterday, when I made dinner, I accidentally added a bit too much salt in the korma. To make it worse, one of Omar's colleagues was over for dinner. He had been mad. Really, really mad.
Instead of beating me up, he made me clean up all the salt he had thrown everywhere around the house. I didn't know what was worse, a beating or cleaning that salt up from every corner of the house.
The other day he had thrown a stapler at me which led to a huge bruise on my leg. It had pained me a lot to walk and do my everyday activities. I think that's why he had chosen this punishment. He wanted me to slow down and he thought that I wouldn't be able to finish cleaning before he came home. He told me that I had to finish cleaning up before he came home or else something very bad would happen to me.
But I wouldn't let that happen. It was now 5 pm and I had just finished making dinner. I still had to clean up the dining room and the living room.
After 2 minutes of resting, I got up once again and started cleaning both rooms.
After an hour or so, I had finally finished cleaning up all the rooms and hallways that I had started cleaning at 7 in the morning. I then decided to take a shower since I smelt really bad.
I took out a baby blue colored kurti with cream colored pants and a matching dupatta, before hurriedly heading into the bathroom to shower.
After showering, I blow dried my hair before heading down the stairs.
I let out a sigh of relief as I didn't see Omar's car in the driveway nor in the garage.
If he had found out I had taken shower while he was home, he would be furious. Asking questions like, "why would you shower now?!" or "did you not get time before?"
Sighing once again, I headed to the kitchen to make salad with the keema pasta with red sauce I had made. I also decided to warm up the the breadsticks that were previously in the freezer.
After 30 minutes, Omar came home. He had a frown on his face and I immediately knew he was not in a good mood and I didn't want to test his patience.
After muttering a Salam, I grabbed his lunch bag and took it to the kitchen while he went to change upstairs.
(Greeting)
Taking out the tiffin, I placed it on the counter and placed the bag in the cabinet. I decided to wash the tiffin later and serve dinner now.
Everything was already in the serving bowls so I just placed all the dishes in the table, and sat in the seat, waiting for Omar.
Looking at the clock, I realized he hadn't came down in 15 minutes which was odd. I decided to go and check on him.
Slowly, I walked up the stairs, with my heart thumping out of my chest. I walked into our room to see Omar sitting on our bed with his head in his hands.
"Omar?" I whispered, too afraid to speak any louder. "Dinner is on the table." I waited for his reply but it never came. A frown placed my face as I stared at him in question.
"Leave me alone."
Well that was an odd request, but I happily complied as I had no reason to be sad. In fact I was glad he said this.
I walked out our room and headed to the dining room. I ate dinner alone, which once again, I was fine with.
After eating, I placed the leftovers in the fridge. I didn't bother taking some out for Omar because he specifically said to leave him alone.
A few months back, he told me to leave him alone. He had still to do his lunch so I decided to give it to him. And even though I was just looking out for him, he slapped me over, and over again, repeating why didn't you leave me alone when I asked you to.
I shuddered at the memory before brooming the kitchen and the dining room in case anything had fell.
I was dreading tomorrow as it was the weekend, meaning Omar would be home. Ya Allah, I hope everything goes smoothly tomorrow.
After cleaning, I headed upstairs to our room and changed into my pj's which consisted of a white cotton shirt and matching pajamas. I could tell Omar was awake by his breathing pattern. I carefully got into to bed and let out a small hiss at the feeling of my bruise from the stapler.
I laid down and turned off the lamp light.
After a few minutes, I felt Omar grabbing me and pulling me to his chest. My heartbeat immediately started to spike up. It had been so long since he had even touched me that hadn't been for a beating.
Truth be told, I loathed his touch. With all my heart.
"Sad to see you cleaned up all that mess," he mumbled in my ear as I stiffened. "I was really looking forward for your next beating." As he spoke this words, his hands trailed down, towards my private region.
"Omar, please don't, I'm very tired," I said, trying to move away from his touch. Before I knew it, he grabbed my arm harshly and climbed on top of me.
*trigger warning*
"You are no one to reject my touch." He sneered in my face. "This is my haq."
(Right)
No it isn't, I wanted to scream back. Forcing yourself on your partner without their validation is haram. It's a sin. Wether you're married or not.
(Sin)
He roughly pulled my pajama's off as tears ran down my face. I pleaded for him to stop over and over. However, he didn't listen.
Why Allah, why?
I let out a loud hiss of pain as he thrust into me. Over and over again.
Sobs left my mouth, my hole paining.
After a minute of him going at it, I felt numb. I couldn't feel anything.
I felt hopeless.
I was hopeless.
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3rd persons POV
The next morning, Ayat woke up alone in bed. Remembering last night, tears sprung in her eyes.
This was the first time Omar had forced himself in her. She couldn't believe that the man she had fallen in love with would stoop this low.
She headed into the shower and rubbed her skin till it was red. She wanted his disgusting touch off of her. She wanted all of him gone.
After an hour of sitting under the hot shower, Ayat wore another pair of pajama's and walked downstairs, too lazy to wear something. She almost burst into tears when she realized her husband wasn't home.
Husband.
The word left a bitter taste in her mouth.
After staring out the window for ages, it was finally night time.
She was surprised Omar hadn't came back home yet.
Just as the thought ran through her mind, she heard the front door opening.
She turned to see Omar coming in, a woman following closely behind him, their hands clasped.
Although she no longer loved this guy, she was still hurt by his actions.
"Oh you're here." Omar muttered, before he turned around and kissed the girl on her lips.
Ayat looked away, her heart breaking.
"Who is she, babe?" The girl said.
"No one important."
Ouch.
"Why don't you head to the kitchen, I'll be right with you." Omar said to her while staring at Ayat. "It's right down the hall, to your first right." She nodded and walked away all the while Omar walked closer to his wife.
"Look at you," he sneered. "So pathetic."
"Get out." He whispered.
Ayat looked at him in bewilderment. "What?" She whispered.
"Get out of my house." He said once again, an evil glint in his eyes. "I no longer want you!"
"W-where will I go?" Ayat muttered in disbelief. "Please don't do this Omar," she begged him as tears ran down her face.
Omar lifted his finger and traced her now red cheeks, before her grabbed her arms and dragged her towards the front door.
He looked her in the dead in the eye "main tumhe talaak dayta hoon," Ayat froze, disbelief arising in her eyes.
"Omar." She whispered in shock. He repeated the sentences 2 more times. "Omar! Please don't!" Ayat yelled at him as he threw her out the front door. "Omar!" She banged her fist on the door as her closed it and locked it.
"Please open the door!" She sobbed. How could he do this to her?!
"Please." She whispered into the night. After waiting outside for almost 2 hours and of banging on the door , begging him to let her in, Ayat got up and walked towards the main road.
Where would she go now?
She had no family, no friends. Her husband divorced her. She was all alone.
Truly alone.
While walking, she tripped over a root of a tree. She fell and twisted her ankle.
More tears rushed out her eyes as she gripped her paining ankle. After a minute or two of resting she got up again and headed towards the road.
Too lost in her thoughts, Ayat didn't notice the car coming speeding at her. Just as it was a few feet away when she looked up and her eyes widened, she too stiff to move.
She let out a scream as the car collided with her, sending her flying back.
The noises around her started to muffle as she slowly lost consciousness, slowly falling into darkness.
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Ok so a lot happened in this chapter
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