Severance Of Ties

Chapter Thirty Three

"Please! Please don't do this for god's sake, please! Be feared of the god Zohan. Why are you calling his wrath upon yourself?" Mushk begs to him, holding her hands together, but he paid no heed and forcefully removes her scarf. A piercing cry rips out of her due to his roughness. The thunder roared at him in anger, telling him to stop but he paid no heed. It slowly stopped roaring, accepting it's defeat. Tiny water drops fall on the ground which soon turns into a heavy rain, as if crying with the girl, telling her that they are with her. Trying to give her some solace.

The birds flew from there, hearing the loud wails filled with pain, crying at the poor souls' fate. That night, the angels returned to the god, with their heads bowed down in anger and hurt, crying for an innocent girl and cursing a particular man.

The next morning, the world was gloomy, there was no chirping of birds nor a bright sunny day, it was as if the sky was mourning with the girl who was lying on floor, naked with sheets covering her body not only her body but her soul was bruised too. Allah created man powerful so he can protect his women. But not every man knows this, they think Allah gave them superiority so they can rule everything not knowing that they'll have to face the wrath of him.

"Verily his mercy is greater than his wrath, but not for those who don't repent nor regret for their sins."

Marks and bruises adorned her body like a cheap jewelry no one would like to wear, her body shivers when a cool breeze passes by, it was as if angels were trying to give her some solace by rushing around her waking her up in the process. Mushk slowly opened her eyes, to see a gloomy weather in front of her as she was laying on the floor in front of the balcony.

Trying to get up she cries out in pain immediately going back in the same position, tears fall from her eyes rapidly. What has that man done to her poor soul and body, she wanted to die at this moment.

This was the worst feeling anyone can feel, this was the situation where no women would like to be, but what can be done when world calls that man a 'protector' when he was the one responsible for her condition.

Mustering all her strength and courage she sits up, biting her lips to keep her scream down. she rests her back on the foot of the bed taking deep breaths, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt.

"I pray from the depth of my heart that may god destroy you Zohan." Mushk painfully whispers, smiling bitterly whilst crying too.

It was evening and there were no signs of Zohan to which Mushk was thankful for, once again her bruises were covered by makeup but her eyes were hollow, as if she was forced to live.000000