Chapter 53. Her Mother

Her feet moved fast as tears kept on spilling down her eyes. Laid on the floor of the kitchen was the broken pieces of the mug and the coffee concoction spilled around. Resting against the kitchen shelf was the man dressed in black. In his hands, was her dupatta (scarf) as an evil smirk was formed on his lips while staring at her scarf. 

Roshanay rushed towards their room, eyes glistening with tears, fear gripping her heart. Her steps fast to reach her safety. The door of thei room came infront her vision and she suddenly stopped in front of the door, breathing heavily. Light sobs jolting her body so she placed her palm on her mouth.  Nose red and face blotched. 

More and more tears spilled out of her eyes.

Even being someone's wife.... not just someone but Moosa Khan's wife.... she still has to face it.

When will this get over?

Will I ever be able to live freely?

Out of fear?

And with respect?

She tried to quiten hersel