She could feel the pain slowly overcoming her soul. The agony, the grief, taking over all that she once thought was alive in her. She felt so empty that she was sure her whole body will echo if someone was to shake her. But she stood, rigid as though a hundred years old tree, clinging onto the only thing that made her alive; her eyeglasses. 

Through those glasses, she had seen things she had wished she could erase. She had hated the things she once loved, places she once cherished and the man she grew up to love. 

It didn’t matter who he was to her, his role in her life or even the title he possessed. She was going to take revenge, she was going to make him regret, she was going to make her father cry right before her eyes!

But what if he chose to add more pain to her aching wounds? The day he declared her married to a gateman, the strings left attaching her with him were forcefully cut off. And she was certain even if it would take her till eternity, so long as she stayed married to the gateman, her father would never know what happiness felt like!

Married To The Gateman

"You need to calm down, Fareeda and..." He began, but she cut him off as she screamed at the pitch of her voice.

"I can t keep calm! I don t want to stay calm so as long as I stay married to you. Don t you get it? I can t be your wife, Mujaheed!" The whole walls of the living room echoed with her crying voice.

"But you are already my wife. Will you listen to me for a second?"

"Stop referring to me as your wife! I can never be your wife. Divorce me, will you?" She looked up at him with a hopeful expression waiting to se this expression and Mujaheed slowly shook his head at her.

"I'm sorry, but I can t divorce you, Fareeda."

She began to punch him harder on his chest, "You have to divorce me even if you want to or not! I can t live my life as your life, how did you not understand it? I have the one I love and want to get married to, you aren t that man!"

Chapter 17 11: B