Tainted

"What am I to you? Why are you so distant? What have I done to deserve this—tell me!" Zunaira’s shouted as her henna-clad hands gripped his collar, their faces mere inches apart. His gaze flickered to her trembling red lips—lips that both tempted and repelled him when they opened to say "You are my wife. Nothing can change that. Not you, not me," he replied coldly. Her fingers tightened. "Then why? Why do I feel like I’m your wife only on paper? Why do I feel wronged… even without fault?" Tears welled in her eyes, but he remained unmoved. "There’s something between us—something I don’t understand. Wh—" Before she could finish, his lips crashed onto hers. She gasped, pushing against him, and he instantly pulled away. His voice low, laced with disdain. "It’s your misconception. And even if there was something… you’d be the last person I’d ever share it with." A bitter smirk followed. "Because I despise you so much." Shattering her heart into pieces once again.