Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 39

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 39

Events swept everyone forward at an alarming speed.

With a dominance that left them all breathless, Mrs. Ali ordered her servants the day after they had returned back to their home. Money spoke loudly, afterall, and as the house had been empty for a while the work was mostly small adjustments and decorating.

The interior designers complained endlessly but work went on all the same.
Within no time at all, Zeest was carried to her bridal room. It all happened so fast that she didn’t know whether to cry over her father’s death or to laugh at her wedding.

The room was brightly illimunated with powerful luminaries but the reflection of her angelic beauty clearly overshadowed the artificial brightness of the room. A gentle fragrance of lavender hovered all around the room.
The room had silver gray walls and carpet was a backdrop to sapphire curtains and matching coverlet on the king-size bed.

The luxurious water bed she sat on…..was something she’d never experienced. Warm, watery and mattresses adjustable with shape and contours of one’s body, it was covered with the midnight blue and silver gray silk sheets.
The comforter was also of midnight blue, with several pillows encased in blue and silver gray alternated. The whole couch was beautifully decorated with evenly arranged strings of fresh red roses and jasmine, hanging from the roof to the corners of the bed, surrounding it completely.

Wearing golden brown, modern bridal Sharaara studded with heavy embroidery work, she was lost in her thoughts when she heard the bedroom door opening and then closing again with a slight ‘click’.

It was her groom, her husband, her fate and her future.
She could smell his intoxicating male scent and a faint whiff of his after-shave. His jet black eyes were on her face but there was no warmth in their glittering depths. His eyes, his scent, the closed door were all disturbing enough, but there was something else, a feeling, which disturbed her far more.

He leaned against the door. Moments passed, but he said nothing. She felt her whole body tense.

His handsome mouth thinned, and when he spoke his words were low and razor sharp.

“Comgratulations ‘Miss. Wife’.” He said with a rigid jaw, glaring at her in acute dislike.

She then heard him laughing in a weird, dangerous tone.
“Raise your head.” His voice felt as cold as ice.
She didn’t know what to do.

“I said, raise your head.” He shouted this time.
With an involuntary jerk, her lowered head raised upward, the veil of her bridal dress falling behind.

Still, she had not enough courage to open her eyes and look at the man who was supposed to be her husband.
“Stop this drama, and open your eyes.” His hammering tone almost kicked her senses off.
His voice made her eyes open, straining to make out his features in the dim light.

Through his flaming eyes, he could see the dilemma in her eyes…..the fear and anxiety that was ripping her heart to shreds.

“First of all, let me assure that this room is sound proof. You’re allowed to scream or shout or whatever but no one would be able to hear your cries.” He sais mercilessly, his voice trembling with the intensity of his anger.

Her heart pounded, her senses alerted to a hidden danger that she instinctively knew she was facing.

“It’s just legal Sh*t. Nothing else.” He continued his toxic speech. “I will never accept you as my wife, ever!”

“Though religion asks me to take care of your rights, but I never ever do anything against my heart and my heart doesn’t accept you.’ He said in a cold-as-ice and hard-as-steel voice and then added.

“I won’t give you any rights.

I hate every inch of your body, your soul and your whole personality. Don’t think I’m doing any kind of injustice. I think your were the main character in this drama and you fooled my mother by acting innocently in front of her.”
“I….. I don’t know……” Gathering all of her courage, she opened her mouth to say something in her weak, trembling voice but it unlocked his animalistic anger and storm, which had been gathering in his eyes exploded with a terrfying fury.

“Shut your sick mouth up.” He yelled with force. “How nicely you put it, huh?” He said caustically.

“Luckily, I don’t need you to boost my self-esteem. I am capable of controlling my basic instincts and this would be a marriage of just tongue and paper, nothing more. I am not hungry for your body. Infact, your whole being makes me sick.” He made a disgusted face.

“I want to let you know that I don’t trust you.
I want to let you know that, though legally and religiously, you are my wife but I would never be your husband in anything other than name.”

The full implication of his words struck her like a sledgehammer. The stunned young bride sat speechless before her husband, her eyes wide open in disbelief.

“Only now I’ve realized the selfish plan of you and your father to occupy my property and wealth.”

Her lips began to tremble violently as she heard her father’s name. Her patience was touching its final limits.

She wanted to scream, shout back at him and say, “You can call me whatever you want, but just don’t say anything about my father.

He is not in this world now.” But perhaps even her tongue and lips were not helping her tonight. She couldn’t open her mouth.

Her breathing became labored, coming in harsh little pants, and her pulses faced like that of a frightened doe.

“May I ask why you are unhappy………”
She didn’t finish, for the sight of his mouth—thin with anger—warned her to watch her tongue. She was trying his patience and he was waiting for a chance to lose it.

Suprisingly he didn’t shout this time. “Oh yeah…..want to tell you something.” He said as he walked to the refrigerator.

“I love some other girl.” He lifted a glass and filled it with cold water.

Zeest braced herself; afraid she might just go to pieces. It couldn’t possibly be true. Her heart was pounding, body trembling, brain too numbed to feel anything.

“Everything was so perfect. We were sure about our marriage.” Bringing the glass to his mouth, he emptied it at once.

“But then your father called my mother…..it all seems like a pre-planned thing.”

The words were shot at her like bullets and she stiffened at once.

She wanted to ask what he was talking about.
He then fumbled with something in his pocket and took a cigarette case out. She just sat there, paralyzed and stunned, helpless expressions crossing all over her face.

He pressed the cigarette between his lips and bent his head to show the flame to the fore end of his cigarette.

“You’re the killer of my happiness and comforts.” He blurted out, his voice thick and heavy with hatred.

“An obstacle between me and her.” He added senselessly.

“Until now, I followed whatever my mother ordered me.” He dragged deeply on his cigarett, without looking at her for a second.

“But now I am free to do whatever I want.” He inhaled deeply and then exhaled the smoke slowly through his nostrils.

“And I want my happiness back.”
“I will not touch you ever.” He turned to face her once again.

“Won’t you ask, why?” He first questioned and then answered without waiting for any response from her.

He laughed mercilessly. “Simply because I don’t think of myself as your husband and never will.” He smiled cruelly at her.

“Oh yes! One more thing.”
He brought something out from his jacket’s pocket and threw it on her lap, without moving from his place.

“This is your ‘Moonh Dikhaai’,” He said aloud.

(Moonh Dikhaai: A kind of red powder that married women wear on their forehead, normally it is the husband’s right to put it on for her).

“Now, it’s another thing that I don’t have any intention to see your bitchy face.” He laughed sarcastically.

On this intense remark, her gaze lifted slowly to her husband.

His eyes were cold, lifeless, and ashamed. His lips curled as he said his final heartless words. She curled up even more, each word a blow to her heart.

“Now finish this wedding night drama amd get some sleep and let me get some as well.” He moved toward the bed where she was sitting.
Scared as hell, her body moved back involuntarily.

A short, malignant chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. “Don’t panic, I won’t attack you, Miss. Wife. I told you I don’t want a relationship, and you won’t want to feel used. So there’s no point in starting something we’d both be sorry for.”

“Besides, I hate every inch of yours and ofcourse that includes your goddamn body too.”
She felt soiled and humilaited as if a thousand tiny insects were invading the very pores of her skin. She tried to answer, but all that emerged from her trembling lips was a painful sob.

“When I give myself to a woman, it will be willingly or not at all. Remember that, Miss. Wife!”

The fierce bitterness in his voice startled her.
She just sat there, transfixed.

“Move….move, leave my bed now.” He yelled again.

She bit her lips and swallowed, and just sat there, not knowing what to do and where to go. In her own room she felt like a caged animal, tears of frustration pouring down her cheeks.

“You don’t have to shed tears.” He jerked the cigarette in the ash tray and sat on the bed. “It’s me who has suffered, not you!”
“I hate colicky women.” He commented and then grinned. “But hey, don’t I hate you already?”
“But…..what’s my fault?” She asked in a weak, shaky voice,.tears flowing freely from her eyes.

Her sentence did it all.
“You….you poor, cheap, third class girl from a typical lower middle class Pakistani family.” He burst with an uncontrollable anger. “You made my mother stupid by these tears but…..but don’t ever think I can get into your cruel wicked trap.”
“Get the hell out of my bed NOW.” He yelled again, gritting his teeth with force. “I need to get some sleep now.”

With trembling feet, she left his bed so quickly like some thousand volt current was passing through it.

“Now, why don’t you stop shedding these crocodile tears and go wash this damn ugly make-up of yours?”

His sentences made her think something. She must have looked awful with swollen, puffy eyes, tear-streaked face and dry chapped lips.
“You can sleep on the sofa….” His next order came straight as he sank down on the bed carelessly, without even taking his shoes off. “I’ll be comfortable here on the bed.” He finished his last word and then closed his eyes, turning his back on her, like sleep was the most wanted thing for him right now.


Slowly, she reached in front of the big dressing table, taking her earrings off, one by one and then the rest of her make-up. Her shoulders shaking as the tears finally spilled out like a heavy rain. She wept uncontrallably but silently.

“Welcome to the real world, Zeest.” After the words were out of her mouth, she found her lips twisting in a rueful smile.