I was in the parking space. Waiting for the car.

"Falaq-Naaz " a voice called.

Miss Scarlett Rosalind and her beautiful curls resting on her delicate frame.

"Miss Rosalind, Hello" I greeted.

Eventually I have realized that she and I are on the same book but different page.

"How are you? " she asked.

"I am good. How are you? "

"I am absolutely fine. How is Al-Hassan? " she did not miss a moment to ask about him.

Pity.

"I do not know" I simply said.

"But..... You married Al-Souffian?"

"Yes. I suppose we are married " I crawled in awkwardness.

"Congratulations. Why? " she was perplexed.

"We..... I don't know " I breathed out.

"Blo*dy Old man" she cursed opening her purse.

She handed me her card. Miss Scarlett Rosalind Mattews in italics on her Corporate card.

"if you need any help. Do not hesitate to contact me. I live nearby "she smiled.

"Sure" I gulped.

"We are all are the prey of the same predator " she stated as she raised her eyebrow at my wedding ring. She passed a smile and walked away.

I returned home.

Al-Souffian is watching a movie.
I sat beside.

A Romantic Comedy.

He laughed at the joke and I looked at him, surprised.

He smiled to the dialogue and again I look at him.

Pure. Innocent. Child like. The quality of the Elahim Brothers.

We both were engrossed. The love making scene appeared. I moved away. His eyes fixed on the screen.

Now Scarlett Johansson is taking off her top,I ran,picked the remote and switched off.

"Were you going to watch her naked? " I fumed.

"No, I was going to watch you naked but then I forgot I did not ask for your permission. So... Plan cancelled " he adjusted himself shamelessly.

"immorality at it's finest " I hissed.

"immorality would be not sleeping with you Falaq-Naaz. Actually impotency"

"psst you are making me uncomfortable " I rose from the couch and walked away.

It was the night again. The Dark and scary nights with Al-Souffian where I do not know what he would turn into.

I lied close to him.

"Al-Souffian. Am I weird? " I asked.

"Weird?  What is weird? "

"Strange... Am I strange? "

"Am I strange? " he asked and I nodded. "Then we can make a strange couple. I do not care at all"

"Being married is uncomfortable " I confessed.

"What is different? " he asked.

"Sleeping beside a Man "

"Am I not handsome? "

I laughed.

"You are Handsome" I said.

"What's the matter?"

"It is a long story " I uttered nervously.

"I hate stories " he subjected. Unlike someone I knew.

He sighed "Tell me Falaq-Naaz, we have only each other"

So I stared into the soul of the ceiling, the wholesome noise of the traditional traffic. The thumping walls of the neighborhood. The unconventional party music from the other door. The women cursing at a distance, all this and more. Chaos.

I narrated my tale, the nightmare of the years I loved. I lived. My heart breaking once again into the sea, I, pouring out the water to my roots.

The Darkness, the Green moss, the four walls, the hands  on my waist,the uncivilized laughter, the mocking breath. The cupping of breast,the molested and the molester.

I saw his face, burning in anger. Unlike Al-Wais who was calm. Hostile. Calm. listening. Here, Al-Souffian was eager, angry and burning in the yellow lights. The golden calm eyes replacing the Grey revengful one's.

His clench deeper, his fist closed.

"What was his name? " he asked when finally my tears were shed.

"Athar "

"No. His name. His entire hierarchy!"

I shook my head and stood on the floor in anger. In him I saw his father.

"You are not going to do anything! " I shouted.

"Just tell me his name! " he screamed.

"I will not. It is between me and him"

"I married you. This is between him and my wife " he said gritting his teeth.

"Al-Souffian, I have forgiven him" I lied.

"But I haven't" he flares.

"Please. Alright sit" I sat down before him.

"You love me? " I asked him.

He peeks out from the corner of his eyes, he softens my heart with his eyes.

"You look like a vampire when you're angry. Pale. Pale and teeth so sharp" I touched his teeth.

"Falaq-Naaz " he slips away in irritation.

I  had to calm him down. Wondering of ways to silence the volcano, I opened my hair as I thought over.

He brought his pale fingers and gathered my hair in his hands and raised them above my head.  I smiled at him. He tilted his head adoring me.

"Do I look farcical? " I asked.

"No, you look beautiful "

There are no bad vibes, nor good. There is nothing you can sense from him. His surface is deserted. What you get at the moment is all you can have. There is no promise. There is poetry. There is only unpredictable Love. This is Al-Souffian, the Sand and the Storm. Dry and dangerous. I have to keep my eyes closed to protect them. So I have closed them. Love him blindly, it requires.

"because I have told you a secret of mine. It is only fair that I have one of yours" I stated.

He smiled but then his smile disappeared.

"Wot?" I caught his hands.

His face shrunk.

"Al-Souffian, I hope you do not have another wife"

He looks at me.

"There is something " I stated realising the eyes were trying to speak but we're unable to.

"Tell me, we only have each other " I reminded him.

"Ladyship, I am.... I am Mad" he spoke, his voice low and held inside his lungs.

"I know you are" I laughed.

"No I.... I am Mad... I am mentally unstable. I am a lunatic " his lips trembling.

I slapped his arm. "Don't say that"

"But I am. I am mentally ill" he confessed. The look on his face soaked and drench in fear. His lips trembling uncontrollably. His eyes filled with the sheen sparkle of self hate.

I grew numb. Unable understand how to react to the confession. I knew my silence was tightening the rope around his neck. And in self hate he would guillotine himself but words.... Words were less.....

"You were the one screaming at Dar-Al-Maqamah that night? " I asked recalling one event.

"Yes" he immediately admitted.

"you.... "I did not have a voice.

"I suffer from manic depression. I... I have been medicated but..... I.... I have psychosis... "his words slipping. Lisp.

Tears accumulated in my eyes. I pitied him.

"it does not matter" I said loudly and embraced him.

He did not put his arms around me. I closed my eyes.

Seven hours.... Seven hours went by, my head was against his heart and his eyes were closed, mine widening with every breath.

Secrets.

Life full of secrets.
I was scared for him, I was scared for myself.

At one distance was muffled screams of Al-Souffian and at other the melancholic talks of Al-Hassan.

I was worn out. I regretted marrying Al-Souffian.

Now again, like a replay.

They all were so surprised that I choose Al-Souffian and their worries were not about the love of Al-Hassan. It was about the Madness of Al-Souffian.

They all knew.

I jerked back on the bed upright. I cried. I hit my head. They were shocked I married their Brotherwho was showering from mental trauma.

Why didn't they tell me!

Al-Wais knew.... Al-Hassan....!  God no!

They all knew.

The cryptic moodiness was not the Nature but the disease of Al-Souffian.

I felt guilty of regretting my marriage but I was unable to bear the thought of life where this Detachment would be constant.

Where Love would be unstable, always.

Where I was again asked to pay my Sabr but I am so poor of feelings!

Unfair!

I looked at Al-Souffian, how can I change my heart for you Al-Souffian when you have locked me up now.

I kissed his cheek.

Silk skin. Silk skin.

I ran out of the house.

The streets with a few drunk women in short dresses and high heels.
My face streaming with tears.
The security guard staring me from the large burgundy gate.
The sad girls with sad eyes laughing at them selves.

The night drowning down. I bit my lips hard.

It hurts to be void of a heart. To be expected to love in no condition when everything starts and end with conditions.

The construction site with yellow and black sign boards shine and then darken. I walked on.

There was youth.
There was love.
But it was a tragedy.
I should have married Athar.

I sobbed on the pavement.

I am limping with one leg wounded for dear life.
First Al-Wais,then Al-Hassan and now him.
They are exclusively disappointing.

The harbouring sounds of the Dawn cuddled in my lap.

How mean is Falaq-Naaz.
I shook my head, here the inner voice chants.

I am my worst enemy.

I feel guilty of running away from him. He took my secret with his courtesy. I know how some men are. Not all men stay with a molested while I know he is should certainly be a normality, the world is exhausting and petty.

I ran away like a coward. He was fearing this. This what I did.

I went back to his room. Slept near him.

"You came back" he hummed.

My pupils dilate.

"I was in the kitchen"

"Pity me. Pity me. Pity me. Dear Al-Souffian.... Ugh..... Pity me. Guilty Falaq-Naaz.... Pity me" he said with his eyes closed.

Then he opened them wide.

He pushed me. Off the bed.

"Get out Falaq-Naaz " he stated in silent anger.

"I am sorry.... I.... "

He looks at me and now he doesn't blink, his eyes set on me like a vulture.

"I'll leave" I said.

I walked in humiliation and closed the door. He locked himself.

One day,
Two days,
Three Days.....

Author's Note : Again, this is something very sensitive. So I do not want to call out names or add mental condition with the word Mad. Here it is how they interpret the situation, not me. Also leave a comment, tell me what you think and share share share.
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