His substitute Bride

Welcome to hell

Money and success don’t change people; they merely amplify what is already there.” — Will Smith

Humza p.o.v

I entered my room and instantly my blood started to boil …..

My eyes scan the whole room , it has been set in a romantic setting , red roses scattered on the ground and bed forming a heart shaped , the lighting is dimmed giving romantic vibes , my hand curls into fist , the small aromatic candles are in every corner .

" BASHIR !" I shouted at the top of my lungs .

" BASHIR !"

" Yes sir " the guy who took care of my personal things and caretaker of this house came running .

" Take all the things and throw them out " I gritted but my eyes didn't move from the settings , it felt like salt in my wounds reminding me about that traitor girl .

Rumaisa……

" But sir you said -" he dared to open his mouth .

In a blink I grab his collar and slam to the nearest wall .

" Don't you ever dare to cross my orders " I growl " Do as I say " with a last push I walk away from that room and this house feeling suffocated .

Humna p.o.v

I flinched in fear when I heard his thunderous voice again and again .

"BASHIR ! "

" BASHIR !"

Suddenly a man who must be older than me ran upstairs like his life depended on it .

Poor guy ….

" What he must have done to face his wrath " I muttered to myself eyeying upstairs .

Few minutes later I heard his heavy footsteps descending. I quickly hid behind the stairs, afraid of him .

No I wasn't just afraid but terrified

That man doesn't look normal .

First he must be 10 years older than me and second his personality is enough to make a wrestler pee on his pants .

Did the doctor make him taste bitter gourd when he was born?

I thought to myself and saw him storming out of the house .

I breathe in relief .

But wait ….. where is the servants quarter??? .

" Let me take you to the servants quarter" I turned around at the voice of an elderly woman who must be in her 50s . She had a sympathetic gaze in her grey pupils indicating that she knows everything .

" Thank you " I nodded awkwardly and followed her .

She showed me my room and to my surprise it wasn't that bad .

Wow… actually

I was scanning the room when she spoke " if you need anything just tell me " I nodded giving her a grateful smile , she nodded walking away .

She reminds me of my grandpa….

Grandpa…

My smile slowly faded as the teardrops started to fall one by one .

" I am scared grandpa " I stiff " and I miss you too " I whispered hoping to wake up and it turn out to be nothing but nightmare

One week later

I woke up gasping for breath …

I wipe my sweat from my face " it's a nightmare again "

It's been a week since I got married and my life has changed for the worse .

I haven't seen Humza after that night but in one week my life has turned horrible . I have started having nightmares …. Nightmares which terrify my soul .

I don't want to sleep yet. When I do, I don't want to wake up because of the heaviness I feel on my chest 24/7 .

There is no one… means no one in his big house except for staff who don't even talk to me on Humza order and that lady I haven't seen her after that night . I feel like someone has thrown me into prison and I am the prisoner here waiting for agony to come and go .

Pulling off the blanket from my body I got and pulled the rope around myself as I was shivering because of the cold temperature of the room . I tried to switch off the A.C but it didn't turn . The room is getting colder . I rub my arm, shivering .

My things were sent from the house and I broke down when I found a hidden letter from my grandpa on it asking me to stay strong .

I walked toward the mirror , my eyes were puffy and my nose was red, indicating that I cried again while sleeping .

" Dammit " I hissed glancing at the A.C who's temperature has abnormally increased .

I took a deep breath , rubbed my palm and went to open the door. I tried to open the door but it was jammed .

My eyebrows furrowed , I tried to thug hard but it didn't even budge .

What the hell ….

The temperature started to increase more and more ….. making it hard for me to breathe .

" What the hell is going on? " I whispered to myself as my teeth started to chatter .

This is weird …

After almost half an hour I started to stop feeling my legs as I curl my body like a ball in the corner .

" HELP !" I shouted a thousand times but no one heard me .

I tried to move but my body felt too weak .

I inhale heavily feeling like I cannot survive this night …..

I might lose my life….I won't be able to see my family… my grandpa ….Asad ..

I slip my body on the floor shivering and waiting for help …..

" Help " I whispered so low that I wondered if I could hear it .

My eyelids started to get heavily and a breath thinking it might be last

Third person p.o.v

Humza was sitting on a chair with a big screen showing Human miserable figure lying on the ground …. The side of his lips curled up into a sinister smirk .

" Welcome to hell …...Humna " he increased the temperature more with no humanity.

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Poor Human ….

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