Chapter 17 11: B

"You need to calm down, Fareeda and..." He began, but she cut him off as she screamed at the pitch of her voice. "I can t keep calm! I don t want to stay calm so as long as I stay married to you. Don t you get it? I can t be your wife, Mujaheed!" The whole walls of the living room echoed with her crying voice. "But you are already my wife. Will you listen to me for a second?" "Stop referring to me as your wife! I can never be your wife. Divorce me, will you?" She looked up at him with a hopeful expression waiting to se this expression and Mujaheed slowly shook his head at her. "I'm sorry, but I can t divorce you, Fareeda." She began to punch him harder on his chest, "You have to divorce me even if you want to or not! I can t live my life as your life, how did you not understand it? I have the one I love and want to get married to, you aren t that man!" He held her two hands that were on his chest and thundered, "Fareeda! Get a hold of yourself!" Her whole body shook with fear as she took a step backward but he firmly held her hands. "You aren t a kid to be throwing a tantrum because of this, okay? I get it I promised something to you but that doesn t mean you can do whatever you want when you didn't get what you want, Fareeda. And about divorcing you, I won t do that. What else do you want?" "Divorce, you have to let me go." "Not divorce, because I can t let you go." He watched as more tears were accumulated in her eyes while she stared at him with so much pain brewing from her eyes. But that was the truth, there was no way he was going to let go of her. With anger cutting each and every vein that was alive in her body, Fareeda cleared her tears and looked at him with the most outraged expression she had ever seen on her face. "Then, don't blame me when I do something wrong. Don t you dare say it s my fault, because we both know that I'm not living with you as a husband. I can t be married to you!" She thundered and stomped her feet angrily before she turned to leave when he held her wrist. "What do you think you re doing?" She asked through gritted teeth and Mujaheed forced her to turn to look at him. She was furious, and if she was given the chance to, nothing could stop Fareeda from killing Mujaheed right at this instant. She hated him, and now the cool and relaxed smile she was seeing on his face was making it so hard not to want to kill him twice if it was possible. "Where are you going?" He asked, and she rolled her eyes perfectly at him before she shrugged his hands off her wrist. "One, don t you ever lay your hands on me ever again. Two, you don t have the right to ask me where I'm going or what I'm up to. I get it that just because of what happened in the mosque today in the morning you might feel you re entitled to me or my life, you don t have that right over me. Third, whether you accept it or not, you re going to divorce me, and that s a fact!" She thundered and turned the doorknob to get out when he pulled her back into the room with full force. "What the hell do you think you re doing?" She thundered, her eyes clouded with rage that she barely saw the expression he had on his face. "You can t walk out looking this way, okay? I'll call Nana and have her bring your hijab, stay there." He pointed at her body and when Fareeda turned down her bloodshot and heavy eyeballs, she realized what he was talking about and scoffed. So what? So what if her nightgown was cotton made and also it didn t reach her ankle? So what if half her hair was showing? Who the hell did he think he was in her life to already be dictating what she should do and not? "You re really shy less, Mujaheed. So you already think you have that kind of right over me? And so what if I go out like this, what the hell concerned you about my body?" He cut her off even before she closed her lips with an anger filled tone. "Because you re my wife, Fareeda! You can t go out when I'm quite sure there s a high chance of someone walking on you, don t you at least have some senses to think about this? Just take a good look..." He let his words trailed off as he pulled her turban to close the rest of her hair and she lost her balance and fell on his chest. Mujaheed let go of the edges of her turban and pulled her to him for a hug. Despite the way she kept pushing him and trying to get out of his hold but he held onto her. He was angry, furious at her for what she said and what she did to him, but he didn't want to lose his anger on her. "Let go of me!" She screamed at the pitch of her voice and shrugged him off her body. "What did I just tell you now? Do I look like a nuisance to you?!" She clamored while angrily rolling her eyes at him. "A nuisance, that s what I've always looked at you as. It s either you calm down and wait until I call Nana for a hijab or you aren't going anywhere out of this living room, Fareeda." He said with a tone of finality and brought his phone out. Seeing that he got his attention on his phone, Fareeda was about to turn the doorknob when he held her wrist and brought her back into the room as he spoke through the phone, "Nana, will you please help me bring a hijab for Fareeda? She's in my chamber." "Thank god, I thought she went somewhere, Ya Mujaheed. Will you please do me a favor? I don t know what to do and you know they won t listen to me. Ummah and Asma u together with the maids are currently getting her things packed, that she should relocate her things to your chamber. If she comes back now, the way she left angrily, nothing could stop her from harming one of them, you know her." Nana was crying as she spoke, she didn't know what she was going to do. It was actually soothing when she heard that Fareeda was together with him, because all that came to her mind was that she had ran off from the house. He was about to reply her when Fareeda bit his hand so hard that he had to turn is attention to her and when he did, for the first time Fareeda experienced his anger. "Will you just get a hold of yourself, Fareeda? What do you think you re doing? Have you gone insane?!" He thundered and her whole body shook but she wasn t just going to relent as well. She had to do something she was sure would anger him to the point that he would know for certain that divorcing her will be the best decision of his life. "Nana, make sure you either call or come and tell me when things have gone back to normal, I need to take care of her crazy self right now." He spoke briskly with an angry tone and ended the call before he forcefully pulled Fareeda out of the way and pushed her into his room. "What do you think you re doing?" She asked just when he flung her on the bed and her frightened eyes looked up at him while her whole body silently trembled with fear. "I dare you to do something, have you gone out of your mind, Mujaheed?!" She clamored angrily and stood up but he pushed her shoulder and she fell back on the bed. "Listen, I'll have to make myself clear to you. One, it s either you get back into your senses or I'll make sure you regret ever throwing a tantrum in your life. What the hell is wrong with you? So you listen to no one in your life but that foolish man you call a boyfriend? Have you gone nuts?" He yelled and watched as she flinched. "Don t you dare refer to him as a foolish man! He s everything you could never be, Mujaheed! And yes, I don t listen to anyone but him, have you got a problem with that? Will you get out of my way before I lost everything on you?!" She yelled back at him and sat down staring angrily at him on the bed. Mujaheed huffed out exasperatedly while he palmed his face. It was evident this girl didn't know what he could be like when he was angry, he could kill her without realizing he did until hours after he had calmed down. He didn't want her to see this side of him, no one even deserved to see that side of him because only him knew how terrible that could be. He went to the chair in the room and sat down with his head in his palms and breathed out softly before he calmed himself down. His anger was the reason he made sure he stayed calm at every moment, it was the reason he would always force himself to be amused when she was being furious than let himself get angry at her as well. He looked at the way she was fuming even though she was shaking with fear. "I ll be warning you for the last time, Fareeda, don t you dare set your feet out of here. Because I m afraid of the day you d make me angry to the point that I'll regret what I ll do to you after doing it to you. Calmly sit down there and wait until I ask you to leave, I won t do anything to you." He said in a raspy breath, still trying to control himself from the burst of his anger. She softly shivered and looked away from his side, "My phone, I need to take my phone. I have to call Adam and let him know of what s happening." While she spoke, Mujaheed was jus staring at her as she stubbornly wrapped her hands around he chest, making sure not even a hair from her eyes was having a glimpse of him. "You re married to me, Fareeda, you can t speak about another man in front of me. I'm very protective of what s mine, Fareeda, I don t want to hurt anyone because of you, yourself included. Because if you make me angry to the point that I can't control myself, I'd easily hurt you without me knowing. Get a grip of yourself." He immediately stood up and went to the door before he momentarily turned to look at her, "Don t even step a feet out of this chamber, Fareeda." Fareeda stared at his retreating back and when she heard the main door closed behind him, she heaved out a breath she didn't know she was holding. What was that she had just witnessed? He looked like a total different person when he was angry. Times without number, she had seen the way he collected his anger and kept calm even though she was certain all he wanted to do was yell at her until she broke down in tears, but what just happened now and what he kept saying to her frightened her.