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

"Abba please, let Ya Fareeda go, she didn't do anything wrong. I've witnessed everything." Nana cried as she held his legs and he looked down at her angrily.

"Nana, get out of my sight!" He thundered, and she knew she had only one resort left now. She ran downstairs and all Fareeda did was closed her eyes as she felt the way he beat her mercilessly. She knew even if she tried to defend herself, it would be of no use because he would never believe.

"Were you really going to beat her, Fareeda? Isn t she your mother?!" He thundered as she felt more of the cable on her body. She wanted to cry, it pained her but she would rather choke on her breath than cry in front of these two people.

Chapter 22 15: Boundaries