Dinner at Malick Haveli was the only time where every single member of the family sat together and ate. Spoon, plates clattering, youngers chitter chattering, Everyone was busy devouring the food made by Noor with the help of tayi ammi, Amina and Hareem. Lots of Appraisal could be heard from every one sitting there except him, Arman.Arman noticed how, her eyes would lit up when someone would praise her. She would smile genuinely, at one point he even burned in jealousy when Haris appreciated her and she blushed in reply. She fucking blushed.' bhae, meri boti, Ammar Bhai apne liye dish se nikalen na, Meri kiu le rahe Hain'. Hira screeched.( Aaah, my piece of meat, brother, serve yourself from the dish, why are you taking mine?).' to tum bhi to dish se nikal sakti ho'. Ammar stated, taking a bite of Tikka boti, moaning in delight. Unfazed by the glares she was sending his way.( You can also take from the dish).' per Maine apni pasand ki botiyan nikali hain'. Hira further argued,
Making her way out of the dining room, the tears sprang out of her eyes, and she didn't even made an attempt to wipe them.This shouldn't be happening. No, not like this. Not when she was not ready. Though she never will be ready to spend her life with that janwar, but all she could do was cry. Cry over fate, her qismat.Reaching inside the bedroom, she quitely closed the door. Not wanting to wake Azan who was sleeping peacefully, surrounded by the cushions.She made her way towards the window, the night was still young, even the night is always a welcoming sight for me, but today it was different. It looked as if the sky itself was mourning over my fate, today it was darker, scarier, not carrying the sense of warmth, saving from the cold.But today it was merely cold. The type of coldness that was reaching my bones,Today there were no stars, twinkling. Sky was dark and low. Only a matt black canvas with no stars to be looked upon. A cold moonless night.At times I felt as if I could
She was sleeping peacefully, until her shoulder was abruptly shoved, gasping from the sudden push, she opened her eyes only to come face to face with Hira who was hovering over her.' Kiya masla hai Hira, abhi namaz parh ker soi hun'. Noor groggily mumbled. And turned the other side, spreading the quilt over her head.( What is the problem, I just slept after praying).' uth jao, subah ke das baj rahe Hain '.( Get up, it's ten in the morning).In reply, Noor only hummed, already half slumbering, when suddenly Hira snatched the quilt off of her, making her groan from the sudden coldness, nevertheless, Noor picked the nearby pillow from beside her and hid her face with it, slipping again into darkness, when Hira spoke too loudly.' khari ho yaar, Noor'. She shook her violently.( Get up ).' wapsi per darwaza band kerti Hui jana'. Noor spoke unfazed.( Close the door on your way).' soti raho, wahan Arman Bhai ke aane ki tayyariyan ho rahi Hain, or yahan madam ko sone se fursat nahi'.
It was three days before the nikkah, everyone was busy preparing for the event. The Haveli looked more lively and vibrant.As the big day was around the corner, all the youngsters, or more precisely the young ladies of the family, made a plan to go shopping together, though everything could have been arranged at the Haveli, but then where was the fun?.After quite pleadings and naggings, the boys agreed to take them, though they were not agreeing first,but a look from Arman, made them stand up straight and moving.▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️Noor was finding her sandals under the bed, when she heard the door of her room open then close again, she paid no heed and continued finding her sandals,She thought it was Armeen who she called a while back.' Armeen Meri sandals nahi mil rahi, mujhe zaruri chahiye Hain wo, tumne Dekhi Hain?'.( I can't find my sandals, I want to wear, have you seen them?).Noor who was bent down under her bed, stood up, only for her to get a minor heart atta
The whole house was drowning in the mehek of gainde, gulaab and motia.Everyone was running here and there, because it was the day of nikkah. With a smile adorned on the faces of family members, everyone was getting ready.The nikkah of groom was being held at the near by Mosque, as the bride's was being held in the walls of Haveli. Everything was prepared and arranged beautifully, after all it was the wedding of Malik's.The function after nikkah was at haveli, and every single member was excited over it.Noor after dressing up, with Haya and Aamina, in her room, was ready to leave and check on Hareem, the bride, when Bari ammi barged in.' Masha Allah, tum teeno to bohat pyari lag rahi ho '. With that said she kissed their foreheads, but Noor could sense she was distracted. With a smile they replied with a small shukriya.( You all three are looking pretty ).' Noor, beta mujhe tumse baat kerni hai'. She said with a small smile, to which Noor nodded and Tayi ammi took her to her roo
Life was playing a cruel game, which Noor was least expecting to play, it was as if she was being punished for something she didn't even knew she did. As if she was getting paid for the sins she didn't even committed. It was getting hard for her, to live a life like this. It was getting beyond suffocating. She wanted to be an independent woman, not someone who relies on their husbands. The fear, the struggle was getting wide day by day. She never wanted to be pawn for his cruel lust, that might get get end afterr he is done over her and leave her to suffer.She was at the balcony, with a shawl draped around her, she was looking like someone out of the world, an angel precisely. All his words were running around in her mind, terrifying her to the core, horrifying her to death. The intensity with which they were spoken was not gone unnoticed, it were the silent promises.trust me, pakarne se zyada haq rakhta hun, isliye yeh bakwas to kerna hi nahi.kuch din de raha hun, is rishte ko jit
It was almost three in the morning, she should've been sleeping like a normal human being not pouring coffee for a man who she loathes the most.Putting the mug in a tray, she was on the way to go to his study, where she never been to, well everything has its first. Aamina came in with tired eyes, full of sleep. An idea popped in her mind,Why not hand her the mug?Though the warning was clear as the water, but she paid no heed. Though it was an act of cowardliness, but the wheels has already been turned. Without a care for the consequences, she called her out who was refilling the jug.'Aamina?''jee Noor bolo?' giving her, her half attention, she spoke in a hoarse voice due to lack of sleep.' uh, yeh coffee ka mug apne bhai ko de ker aajao,' pulling the cup in her direction she spoke.(take this mug to your brother).Glancing at the steaming hot mug, Aamina raised an eyebrow.' Arman bhai ko?'(to Arman brother?).Nodding a little too energetically, Noor gave her a big goofy smile.
It was getting late, but I had to hand it over to him, or else poora Ghar sar pe utha lega.With a thudding heart and slow steps, I reached his room, I was about to knock on the door, when it opened from the inside, revealing an all dressed Arman with a phone in hand.Anger coursed through me. Was he serious?, He was standing all ready to go, and here I was stitching his stupid button!When he saw me standing there at his door, he looked at me with questioning eyes, raising his eyebrow. At his silent question, I forwarded his Kameez to him, when he got, what I was here for, he extended his hand, and took the shirt from me, smirking.The nerve of him, ghadhe!Tossing the shirt on the nearby sofa, he gave me a once over, looking at me from head to toe, to which I reacted in stepping back, and throwing a furious look at him, he only shook his head, amused, and went pass me, towards the stairs.I just stared at his back, flaring up. When he sensed that I was still standing at my place, he