Free Web NovelChapter 270: The Blue Divan
Zyair observed the changes in his wife and was stumped, he had no clue what had happened and knowing her, she never acted like that without a major reason.
He confusedly followed her pointed finger and found it directed towards a plastic-wrapped blue divan which had been placed in the corner. It must have been a gift and when Meena sent over the wedding presents she must have had it placed here.
"We can remove it if you don’t like it, Sky. It must have been one of the gifts," Zyair calmly told her, seeing she was seething with anger which didn’t make sense to him.
Before he could catch her in his arms. She shifted from her position and prowled towards the divan like a wild cat. Grabbing the plastic wrapping she ripped it off the divan and searched for any card or piece of paper that must have been left to identify whoever sent it.
Zyair watched her in utmost confusion and slowly walked to stand beside her.
Soon she found the card stuck to the seat, she grabbed it and opened it with trembling hands. Not even able to keep them steady for the rage was consuming her.
Zyair watched over her shoulder, his hands going around her waist in an attempt to calm her down. He wanted her to speak to him first.
The card read it was a gift from Huria but Skyla knew Huria’s handwriting and this was not hers, this was his. Her rage exploded like a bomb and the debris scattered all around her.
"The audacity. I want it thrown out, right away and right now." Her voice and body shook with anger as she tried to control the panic attack that was just on the surface of breaking out.
Zyair had read the card and he didn’t understand why Skyla wanted to throw out her best friend’s gift but he knew there was something amiss.
"We will. Just talk to me, love. What’s wrong?" He spun her around and cupped her face so she would gaze at him. Her anger was morphing into madness now.
She waved the card in front of her husband and seethed out.
"It’s him, Zyair. He is the one who sent me this, not Huria. He is mocking me." Tears of anger and rage had built up in her saddened eyes and it drove daggers in Zyair’s heart. Before he could question her further she spoke again.
"It used to be in his room and that’s where he made me sleep the entirety of our marriage. That’s where I was supposed to sit and work because the rest was his room. I hate that piece of furniture, it makes me feel so small as if I had no rights, as if I wasn’t human." Silvery water finally spilt out of her eyes now and she began to openly cry.
Zyair stiffened and went rigid like a wall at her words, then rage followed and darkened his eyes like a stormy sky. That man was still disrupting their lives in the worst possible ways.
And learning what he had done, making her sleep on the couch just to demean her, he understood why it was affecting her like this and now he had the audacity to send it to her.
Collecting her in his comforting arms Zyair had her shackled to his chest. His face rested in her hair as he caressed them and placed a lingering kiss. She sobbed, letting his comfort and assurance wash over her.
"Don’t cry, Skyla. That’s exactly why he sent it to you, to make you grieve and get some kind of reaction from you. But he is insignificant and at the end of the day he doesn’t even matter." He remained composed like her one-winged angel, comforting and supporting her.
"I know what you need to do, it will help you vent out your anger. So do you trust me on this?" He tentatively asked, lifting her teary face with the fingertips of his right hand.
She blinked away tears and nodded at him. It pained him to see their supposed happy moments in their new home now tainted by this incident.
Zyair wiped away all of that emotional water leaking from her eyes and said with a lingering smile.
"That’s my brave girl."
Keeping her tucked safely in his arms he then went on to take out his cell phone and dialled Kail, giving him a string of instructions as he picked up.
Soon they were standing outside in the driveway. The dreaded blue divan had been placed on the concrete floor and Skyla held a can of gasoline while standing in front of it.
Zyair stood exactly behind her, holding a matchbox.
Kail had taken his position beside the blue sofa with a fire extinguisher nestled in his enormous hands. If he was finding all this bizarre, his face didn’t reflect as it remained set in stone.
"Do it," Zyair instructed from behind her and she needn’t be told twice.
Opening the lid by twisting it towards the left, Skyla carried the gasoline can and sprinkled the divan with the volatile liquid. When it was soaked fully she handed the can to Kail who carried it away to a safe distance.
Zyair handed the matchbox to Skyla, she lit the matchstick, shielding the flickering flames with her fingers so it wouldn’t extinguish and threw it on the gasoline-covered piece of furniture she hated with all of her heart.
The flame from the matchstick instantly spread into a river of fire and engulfed it like a hungry serpent, burning it as if it understood Skyla’s rage.
Zyair had his arms around his wife and he quietly watched it go up in flames with her. He knew it would bring her some semblance of mental peace. freewebnσvel.cøm
"I hated that piece of furniture," Skyla said with tight lips, watching the flames go higher and higher. The burning smell filled her nostrils but she didn’t care, all she felt was relief.
"It’s gone now," Zyair murmured back in her ear with satisfaction.
Once it had burnt to a crisp, Zyair gestured with his eyes to Kail. He swiftly nodded and using the fire extinguisher he quickly put out the fire so any lingering embers would die down.
"Wrap it up and throw it out so my wife has to never see it again. Any deliveries being made to our home will go through me from next time onwards," Zyair strictly informed Kail, who affirmed with a firm head shake.
"Come, let’s go inside, I will cook for you today," Zyair affectionately murmured to his wife.
She threw one lingering hateful glance towards the burnt piece of furniture which had been a reason of her ire for so long. She understood that it wasn’t divan’s but Doran’s fault. Yet she couldn’t help but feel frustrated with it. She knew this was another part of her that her ex-husband had successfully destroyed.
Zyair led her inside but his mind was racing and raging. It was time to take necessary steps against that piece of shit who kept destroying their lives. But Zyair knew he had to be patient, calling him now would mean he succeeded in his mission of rattling them up. For now he will give Doran the silent treatment and will strike him when he would be least expecting him to do.
