Chapter Twenty eight

Zoya's POV

Hearing the question from him, I am really shocked. How can he asked me something like this. My mind stopped working when he asked me again.

"Don't you want to." He smirked.

This time, his hold on my shoulder get tightened. I am feeling pain. I am trying my maximum not to show my weak side. I will cry at any moment.

"Why are you numb? So you want it. " His face is moving to mine. His lips are searching way for it. But I felt some strange smell.

He is drunk.

Helplessness , tears started to flow from my eyes. Closing my eyes tightly I pushed him hard. He fell on the bed but he looks so amused by the act.

My emotions over flowed. I cried on my knees.

Why my life is like this?

Why he is acting strange everyday?

Does he have some multiple personality disorder?

"Then why did you tell to my parents that you married me. Why? " I asked with flowing tears. I can't help but cry.

But I am seriously idiot to wait for his response. He fallen asleep with drunk.

My life is all