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

For the following week he tried to restrain himself from facing her. He came home late at night, when she would be sleeping and only sneaked into the room to change his clothes. He slept in his study room, tried to keep himself busy in his office work. But it was provoking him that she also did not try to make a effort to see him. She also tried to be away from him as possible. 
She didn't even joined him for breakfast, although it was the only time when they had to face each other. Rather she didn't even spoke a word with him. It felt like it was what she wanted a long time ago.

In frustration, he starting seeing his girls at the hotel and even started drinking too much. He wanted her attention but leaving her on her own only parted their ways. She was not into him anymore regarding any thing. 
She didn't even ask him for a penny since she arrived. Even though she did not bought anything with herself since the day she married him.

He was clearly devastated that she don't even need anything to ask him for. They both were like strangers living under the same roof.

Ayeleen on other side was thinking about something else in her mind. She was although shocked by his behavior but was also very thankful for it. His existence was uncomfortable for her and it was not something she liked. She wanted to divorce him but she didn't know how to escape him. The only idea which kept coming to her mind was to look for a job first. 
Gladly during this week, she found a job at small hospital who needed fresh graduates. 
She instantly applied for it and was waiting for their reply. 
Now their was only one barrier which she needed to cross and that was asking him for permission.

It was Sunday and still he was not at home. She looked continuously out of the window, expecting his car to appear through the large gates. But there was no sign.
It was already 8 in the evening and she was tired of waiting for him. She wanted to talk to him tonight and make a final decision for herself. It was the first step towards her freedom.
Her anxiety was on another level and she was feeling very nervous. It felt like the largest barrier to come across. She knew that he will deny her at the first instant, but still she was hopeful that she may persuade him too.
But she didn't know how to convince him. 
And that's when her brain worked. What does he wants from her?

Your body, her instincts replied.

And it made her shiver all over. Will she really have to play dirty just for something in return. 
It's not dirty, he's your husband after all. And what's wrong to play with him in his ways? Her instincts replied her back.
For the sake of her freedom, she will need to do it. 
She put up her mind to it with great difficulty. It was a difficult task to do. Luring him for her profit, it was not easy and most of all she felt disgusted with herself for doing it. But after all it was the only way.

Feeling hungry she got up from the window side and and went downstairs to eat something. 
It was 9 pm now and he was still nowhere.

She made herself instant noodles and started eating. They didn't even tasted with a large worry on her mind. 
She completed her dinner in silence and was sipping on her water when she heard the main door swung open.

She saw Umer drunk, coming inside losing his balance time to time. But it's not what surprised her. Someone was behind him, clinging on his arm, trying to give him support.

She was a brunette, with luscious body and perfect curves. Her tight mini dress made her look like almost naked. She didn't looked more than a prostitute. 
But her beauty was the one to admire. 
Ayleen looked at her in amazement. Who is she? And what is she doing here? Questions after questions kept popping up in her little mind.

She was mesmerized for a moment, that how pretty she was but than it faded away and her slutty appearance hovered over her mind.

But what is she doing here with Umer? It was the important question right now.

Froze at her place, they approached her first. With half opened eyes Umer lifted his face to look at her. 
Their eyes met for a moment. She was shocked confused, surprised at the moment while his eyes held humor, mockery. 
He smirked at Ayleen and pulled that woman closer to him by placing his hand on her waist.

Now everything started to come in place as her mind processed his calculative expressions.

"She is my wife I told you about" he said in husky voice to the woman beside him.

"I see, she is not that pretty" she commented.

"Hmm I know that's why I brought you here" he said while placing a sticky kiss on her red painted lips. She chuckled like a kid.

"I don't think I can control now babe, let's go to our room" he said while nuzzling into her neck while she laughed like crazy.

Tears welled up in her red, swollen eyes. This was the most humiliation she ever got. It was disgusting to see her so called husband making comments on her appearance and most of all bringing prostitutes at home. And he not felt even a bit of shame in doing that.

How many times he will prove himself as a disgusting man?

Since they met he gave her enough reasons to hate him.

He passed her a other glance of mockery and they started to take slow steps towards their room, which was located opposite to his study. He didn't took her upstairs which surprised her but it did not least the pain he caused her.
It was not jealousy she felt, it was the humiliation, disgrace she got.

She sat on the chair behind her and started crying like a child with hiccups.

Why her life is a mess?

But the determination to go away grew stronger inside her now.
She wiped her tears and told herself, why to cry for a man she is going to leave soon?

She got up from chair and headed towards her room. Passing by their room her ears felt dirty to hear the moans of that woman. 
She knew he will never change. Every passing day, he gives her new reasons to despise him.