DM V

Daniyal Masood. The name rolled off her tongue with ease. It felt so good there. His would be her last name. She loved him. She would marry him. Fuck the haters.

She kept on crying. She wanted to marry him. Did he? She didn’t know anymore. Her eyes were red, veins showing, vividly. Outside, it was silent. Quiet enough that she could now hear the plants that were dancing in the wind. They were rustling onto one another. Like clothes. Like their clothes when they had kissed, right before he tore them off her. Her stomach felt warm. Her sobbing grew louder. There was no one in the courtyard. It was four am. They had all gone to sleep, or drunk to the point of passing out. 

She could hear an engine roar, her ears were throbbing, her heart was beating erratically, fast, sometimes slow. Confused. Her head was hurting. She tapped her feet periodically on the ground. Fast, worried.

He had gone back to Islamabad for winter break. He had left two weeks ago. He would be back in one. She had stayed to take winter classes. And then it had happened. It had been due three days ago. Maybe it was late. It didn’t come yesterday. With a growing worry, and a creeping excitement, she wanted his child, just, her family would kick her out if she had any now, before marriage, she had checked this morning. She was pregnant. She had told him.

‘Fuck you. It isn’t mine. You’re lying, trying to trap me.’ he had hung up on her, and then stoically refused to pick up any one of her next twenty one, each more panicked than the last, calls. It was his. She had not had sex with anyone else. She could almost pinpoint the exact moment it had been conceived. She felt. She was going to get an abortion, that was obvious. He would not help. That was obvious. That hurt.

She would still marry him. She knew when he came back and caressed her, everything would be alright. Her heart would flutter. She was in love with him. No matter what everyone else said. He’s a dog, he’s worse than a dog, an animal, a serial cheater, he’s just using you, please don't hurt yourself like this. No matter what everyone else said. She would marry him. They were just jealous.

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On the other side of the globe, it was almost noon. The sun shone down hot and hard on the baked earth, as one boy, who had come home from college sat, and watched with growing interest as two dogs fought. Dust formed eddies around them, their chests heaved. One had spittle on his mane, and a crazed look in his eyes. He bit the other, who resisted as long as she could. Then he got the upper hand, and mounted her. He thrusted into her. The boy shifted, uncomfortable, hands covering his groin, he could not take his eyes off from the dogs. The bitch yelped as the stud released his load into her, and promptly jumped off her. The crazed look was still there, eyes wide and white. The baked air almost released steam, the boy’s fingers were tingling. He could smell the dirty river which was a few feet away. He smacked his lips. She fell down into the ground with a thud, satisfied. He left, looking for others to put his seed into.