Coerced To Be His by Yarmia Tariq (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📕

Her life just took a 360 turn since Umer appeared in her life. She would have been happy if Yahya would had married her, and Umer never had appeared. But it seemed like it was really fate which was deciding things for her. Because she never wanted it what was really happening in her life. Umer had nothing, no trait, no quality which she ever wanted in her life partner. 
And now his one more disgusting act made her feel more hatred towards him. What's use to live with him? When he don't wants a family, it was not like she was in love with him. She wanted a child, that's what she only knew.

The soreness between her thighs was nowhere to leave her body soon. Despite eating medicines she felt disturbance and felt uncomfortable. 
She prepared dinner for both of them, out of the bore which was haunting her all of the day.
She garnished the last toppings on the dish and placed it on the dining table as she heard the honk of the car and opening of the gates.
Soon she could hear the large footsteps of Umer following through the hall. 
Her heart was beating very slow, she was having difficulty in breathing. She was having an anxiety attack. And he was the reason. His presence around herself was making her afraid of him. She didn't wanted him around. She tried to take deep breaths to calm herself but it was a sudden outrage which was not reducing. 
She was feeling extremely angry at him, but her anxiety was not calming down.

He passed the kitchen and looked at her miserable state. He stopped in his tracks and came towards her.
She panicked watching him and took step backwards.

"What happened?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"Don't come near me!" She said between her breaths.

"Why? What happened? Tell me!" He said slowly as he watched her struggle in breathing and sweats on her forehead. She was pale and panting.

"Don't touch me! Don't hurt me! Please just stay away!" She said almost whispering.

He walked towards her and grabbed her from her arm. While she couldn't make a move to resist him and fainted in his arms. 
He picked her up and took her to bedroom. He laid her on the bed and tried wake her up. He splashed a little water on her face and rubbed her hand. He tapped a little on her cheeks.  He was getting worried, he couldn't guess what really happened to her. And why she was acting this way.

After a while she opened her eyes and he sighed. He was about to call a doctor.

At first her vision was blur but then his sight became clear.

"I hate you!" She uttered the first three words in a broken and teary voice. Her eyes were moistened but she didn't let the tears fall.

"What the fuck happened? Will you tell me or just pull up riddles with me?" He stood up in frustration.

"You tell me you are a human or not? Why you made me eat those pills? Why don't you want a baby? Or you just brought me here to have sex?" She said getting up and spilled the beans at once.

"Get this one more thing in your head, I don't want children. And you are just here to fulfill my lust. Don't make me repeat this again. You will eat those pills everytime I'll tell you" he said in such a harsh tone that it felt like she was stabbed in heart.

"I will leave you one day! I really hate you, you are more disgusting than I thought. You are not worth of having kids. And you dare to touch me again" she blurted out the most sensitive words to hurt his ego. And he lost his control.

He grabbed her from her hair, fisting his handful, and pulled her closer to himself.

"You wanna see that bastard's teeth? They are right there in my bag. And who are you to tell me that whether I'll touch you or not?" He said in her face, teeth clenched as ever. While she hissed in pain.

"Your body belongs to me and you should be thankful I gave you the title of my wife rather than making you my another whore. Gosh how many times I'll say that? Don't dare to cross me or consequences will be worst. And I really don't care what you think about me, when I can already bite and fuck your flesh." His mouth spilt more salt on her wounds.

The tears flew freely down her cheeks like water. She was astonished to see such a barbarous side of him.
She had nothing to say anymore, she pushed him away from her body. He could clearly see the pain he put on her in her wet eyes. His heart moved inside, why is he doing all this to her? Why can't he be nice to her and make things easier. Why he is being a jerk? He couldn't even understand himself. He let her go, and she exited the room. He wondered where she is going. He followed her behind.

It was raining outside heavily, the sky was dipped in darkness. Thundering of the clouds, it was the only sound which could be heard in surroundings.
Bare foot she passed the hall way, and stood outside the house in lawn. The rain drops poured heavily on her, soaking her clothes. The cold water was like stones dropping on her body.  She let the water make her wet. 
It was peaceful for her. It felt like the water was taking away all her sorrows. Her eyes were closed as she tried to feel the moment.
The drops hitting the marble floor, the distant honking of cars, and light thundering and her voiceless sobs was all she could witness. 
The tears uselessly flew away with the water.

She made a promise to herself, that one day she is going to leave him. And that day she will run so far from him that he will never be able to find her. And he will regret then. He will never find peace for the things he did to her. And she will certainly have a child, but she hopes not with him.

Little to her knowledge, he was watching her through the window of his study room which open in the lawn. 
He was dazzled to see her so immersed in the water. She looked so addicting to his eyes. He felt the urge to take her instantly, all wet in water while her slippery body makes contact with him. 
But he was not sure. She just denied to him. He wanted her now, and he will do it. Who is she to tell him what to do and when? She is just his wife, and wife's are to fuck when ever you want. He thought to himself.