Chapter-11

Author's pov

Sitting on the balcony in an easy chair Maryam was shedding tears silently. Yardan's rough behaviour was flashing in front of her eyes repeatedly shattering her heart. Last night he behaved with her like she was some kind of commodity and today morning he insulted her in front of the servants.

She knew that he hates her but how can he keeps this hatred for such a long time. Isn't it the high time to let go of this hatred? She didn't kill her sister intentionally. Most importantly, if he is still in love with her sister then why did he even touch her?

" Will he ever love me? Will he ever respect me? Will he ever acknowledge that I am his wife?" Maryam questioned having a longing expression on her face.

Her mind again travelled back to the time when she was with Mikaeel. The way he used to care for her, love her and support her, she was just missing all these. Mikaeel was the only person who truly loved her.

" Miki, I wish I would have heard you. I should have eloped with you. You were right that one day I will suffer because of my unselfish habit," Maryam whispered remembering Mikaeel and wiping away the tears.

Today Maryam was feeling so lonely and vulnerable. There was no one with whom she could have shared her emotions. She was suffocating from inside.

To get rid of this suffocation she thought to talk to her family members. The last time she talked to them was two months ago when they demanded money from her. After that, they didn't contact her because they don't care about her. She was annoyed by their continuous demand for money and that's why she didn't contact them either. But, today she was feeling so upset that she couldn't control herself anymore.

Maryam called her father first but he didn't receive it. After calling 6 times in a row, her father decided to receive the call. She thought receiving the call he will ask about her well being but to her utter surprise, he snapped at her.

" Why are you calling non-stop? I am busy. I can't talk to you now," Her father snapped at her receiving the call.

Maryam requested controlling her tears," Abbu, talk to me, please. How are you?"

Her father cut the call while tears made their way down her cheeks. She consoled her heart saying that her father is busy and she shouldn't disturb him. It would be better if she calls her mom.

" Hello, Ammi. How are you?" Maryam asked in one go when her mother received the call.

Momena answered with an emotionless voice," Good. Why did you call at this hour?"

Maryam was again hurt that her mother also didn't ask about her well being. She wondered if there was anyone who truly cares for her.

" I was missing you, Ammi. That's why I called you," Maryam replied politely though tears were brimming in her eyes.

Momena replied rudely," Don't call me again without any important purpose. Don't you know that your Noor bhabhi delivered a baby a few days back? I need to go. Her baby is crying. I have to take care of the baby now."

Saying that she also cut the call and after that Maryam lost her craving to talk to her family. She thought to talk to her Raisa bhabhi but seeing everyone's careless attitude toward her, she didn't call anyone further. She thought to call Mikaeel but she wasn't brave enough to face him. She knew that he is blaming & cursing her for breaking his heart like that.

Maryam was still crying when a baby voice called her from behind. Turning her head behind she found that it was none other than Yamir & Omaira.

" Mm....a...mm...mm...a," Omaira called Maryam while she opened her embrace.

Omaira clung to Maryam's chest like she is a part of Maryam. She also hugged Omaira like she is her everything.

" Mamma, why are you crying? Are you sad?" Yamir questioned innocently but Maryam remained silent.

Having a guilty face, he asked innocently," You are angry with me because Baba scolded you because of me. That's why you are crying."

" No. No, baby. It's not like that. How can someone be angry with a cutie pie like you," Maryam replied nodding her head vigorously and forcing a smile on her face.

Yamir's face lit up and he hugged Maryam's arm tightly. Maryam sighed and a sad expression clouded her face again recalling her family's behaviour.

" Yamir, am I a bad woman? A bad mamma?" Maryam asked emotionally looking at Yamir with almost teary eyes.

Yamir nodded his head in the negative when Maryam asked letting a few drops of tears escape," Then, why does nobody love me?"

" But, I love you, Mamma. Omi loves you. Even Baba loves you too," Yamir answered wiping away Maryam's tears and she looked at him confusingly.

Having a guilty voice Yamir said," I am sorry for shouting at you."

He lowered his head in guilt and Maryam felt extremely sad seeing him like that. In the meantime, she also liked the fact that he acknowledged his mistake and apologised.

" It's ok, baccha(baby). Mamma isn't angry," Saying that Maryam pulled him into her embrace as well and kissed his squishy cheeks.

Out of curiosity, Maryam asked Yamir," By the way, what did your Baba say about Mamma?"

" Baba told me to apologise to you for misbehaving with you. When I refused to apologize to you, he told me that he loves you and he won't like it if I hurt his loved ones' feelings," Yamir answered and Maryam was astonished after hearing him.

Maryam's subconscious mocked," Don't be a fool. He just said to convince the kid so that Yamir realizes his mistakes. He has no feelings for you."

Maryam remained silent not understanding her feelings anymore. She thought to not think anymore and concentrate on Omaira who has started putting tantrums for food.

At Night

Putting the kids on the bed Maryam returned to her room and entering the room a sudden gasp left her mouth seeing Yardan sitting on her bed. Sensing her appearance he diverted his gaze at her. He looked at her from head to toe while she gulped down nervously.

" The kids are asleep?" He asked standing up and started taking predatory moves at her.

She nodded her head and flinched backwards sensing him towering over her small frame. Resting his thumb and index finger under her chin he raised her face slowly.

Scanning her face carefully he ordered her," Help me to change my clothes."

Saying that he opened his arms like an Eagle's wings. With trembling fingers, Maryam started opening the buttons of his Kandura. He stepped out of his Kandura showing his hairy upper body. She raised her hands to remove his keffiyeh but he was so tall that her hands weren't reaching his head.

A gasp left Maryam's mouth when he picked her up holding her waist. She felt ticklish feeling his hands on her waist. She removed his keffiyeh hurriedly and then he put her down. She has understood his intention already.

Opening the strings of her nightgown he removed the robe while Maryam continued looking down shyly. Cold air touched her bare legs & arms while she shivered. Pushing her on the bed he hovered over her and Maryam felt like she will be sanduised under his heavyweight. Entangling his fingers with hers her buried his head in the crock of her neck.

" You need to work out," she murmured tapping his shoulder to let her breathe.

Looking at her he asked raising one of his brows," Did you just call me fat?"

" No. I was just saying workout keeps us healthy," Maryam replied nodding her head.

Realizing her situation he lifted his body a little bit and Maryam took a relaxed breath. Closing her eyes she started enjoying his lips and tongue wetting her neck. She tried to embrace him when he pinned her hands above her head. She looked at him questioningly and found him already looking at her with annoyed eyes.

" Don't touch me," He said loudly and blinking her eyes she nodded her head.

She tried to kiss him and again he forbade her to kiss him. She wasn't understanding his behaviour at all. If he can have sex with her then what is the problem if she kisses him.

Removing her clothes totally he latched onto one of her nipples while an unexpected moan left her mouth. Placing one of her hands over her mouth an embarrassed expression appeared on her face.

" You can moan," He whispered in her ear and Maryam felt like hiding under the six feet ground due to shyness.

Maryam clutched the bedsheet biting her lips and closing her eyes when she felt his callus fingers brushing all over her womanhood. Parting her vaginal lips he pushed his fingers inside her and Maryam was like floating in the air.

After better foreplay, he positioned his hard shaft at her entrance and shoved it in one go. This time Maryam was comfortable and wet which made the sex easy for her. Thrusting inside her slowly for a few moments he increased his pace like an Alpha.

The next few hours went Maryam moaning and screaming due to pleasurable sensations and Yardan's grunting. The air of the room turned heavy due to the skin slapping sound, heavy breathing, screaming & moaning. Finally, both of them orgasmed at the same time and laid down beside each other with sweaty bodies.

Having a shy smile Maryam looked at Yardan and found him breathing heavily. She tried to get close to him but he didn't let her. Standing up he started wrapping a towel around his torso and the smile on Maryam's face vanished in the air.

" Yardan," She called softly and he looked at her with questioning eyes.

She said smiling nervously," Can you sleep with me here? I don't feel like sleeping alone. I am your wife. That's the least I can demand from you."

She expected a positive reply from him but his next sentence stabbed right into her chest. Automatically her eyes got teary hearing him and of course, he didn't care about her tears.

Leaning close to her face he replied rudely," Just because I am fucking you doesn't mean you have become my wife. Remember, I pay you and in return, you take care of my children. Just think that this sex is one of your services. Nothing comes in this world for free. Right?"

" I am not a prostitute," Maryam shouted in anger holding the blanket around her body tightly.

He answered casually," I am not seeing any difference between a prostitute and you."

Saying that he left the place and Maryam burst into hysterical sobbing. His words felt like thousands of arrows into her chest slashing her heart into pieces.

Yardan was coming out of Maryam's room just in his towel when a person saw him. And the person was none other than Yamir. He didn't understand why his father's body is sweaty and why he is half-naked.

Yardan left the door half opened and Yamir peeped inside the room. His face clouded with sadness seeing his mom crying her eyes out. He was wondering why she is sad and just wearing a blanket?

Thinking for some time his little mind concluded that his father and mother fought with each other because of him. He thought that his father might have beaten his mother and this single thought boiled his blood with anger.

" Baba can't hurt mamma like that. I already apologized," He whispered and thought to confront his father.

Apart from confronting him, a naughty idea came to his mind. Little did he know that this concern for his mother is going to increase her difficulties instead of decreasing her difficulties.