"What did I do? "she asked him .it was like a bucket of cold water was thrown on him, he let her hands go and pulled her into himself. her face was hidden in his chest "how can I doubt her? She is so naive, pure and all mine "he thought to himself and kissed her head.
He pulled back and saw her open her eyes, her lips were slightly parted, puffy and pink."Sorry!" Hazik said and licked her lips softly, as if apologizing with his actions also.Hazik had kissed her so many times, now she was feeling awkward to deny him. "it doesn't matter " she thought to herself. she didn't want to confess that, she liked his touch, his affection and his nearness.When Hazik got out of room, he saw Umer waiting for him on the stairs "bhai, she is like my younger sister .you know, I was just messing with you, she didn't even notice that "Umer said, it was one of the times, his smile wasn't there.Hazik sighed "it's nothing " he said and ruffled his hair. he knew that Umer will never betray him, but he felt jealous .Zarmeenay had never laughed with him, but she did it with Umer .After a few days, Umer left, Hazik didn't cause any more issue after that.Hazik and Zarmeenay spent a lot of time together, even if she didn't want to. She was getting used to his caring, forceful nature.She was getting down the stairs to get some water, when she saw Hazik entering the house. there was blood on his clothes, her breath got stuck in her neck.When she tried to say something, Hazik said " i am okay! "And went to his room quickly .Zarmeenay went behind him, but he had already locked himself in the washroom. When he got out, he had taken a bath and was only in sweatpants.There was a cut on his abdomen and smaller ones here and there .Zarmeenay went white after seeing them." I am okay! Hazik said trying to relax her and sat down on the bed .Zarmeenay went near him" l_let me call the doctor " she stuttered."It's nothing, I can handle these cuts myself "he said holding her head. she was still looking worried." Okay, go there's the first aid box. "he said pointing at a drawer. she quickly got it and started helping him treat his wounds.When she was still looking worried, Hazik cupped her cheek " angel! I am okay" he said with a smile. he was enjoying her worry for him."But you bled so much. Your shirt was totally soaked" she said with worry."It wasn't my blood only .it was the blood of people, i killed also" Hazik said remembering the fight. some local goons decided to mess without even knowing about the opposite party.Zarmeenay went still for a second and then left, putting the box on table. she didn't look in his eyes again. Hazik laid down on bed, he was very happy today, seeing her care for him.At 13, Asfand was forlorn after the death of his parents. His uncle and aunt had taken him in with them. When they reached their house, Aamiya came rushing to him, her nanny running behind her.Aamiya was surprised at seeing him with her parents. Nonetheless, she still launched herself at him."Asfi!" She squealed. Asfand crouched low and hugged her back, tightly. Nothing would make him feel better in those days, he barely ate to survive. But seeing how sweet the little doll was, lifted up his spirits a little."Aamiya baby, from now, he will be staying with us." Aamiya's mother explained. Aamiya had always liked Asfand, even though many thought she was a moody kid. She rarely spoke to people she didn't know. Aamiya was happy with having Asfand with her."Really?" She looked up at Asfand, blinking her eyes. Asfand couldn't help himself, he cracked a small smile and nodded. He'd lived in Lahore with his parents and Aamiya's residenc
Asfand aged 22 and Aamiya at 14Asfand had started going to the office with Dad, he was going to take over soon anyways, so they thought why not start from now.Aamiya was getting older and had, significantly, started tying her hair. Preventing him free access to her to her soft hair. Many things changed between them, along with their feelings. Asfand was clueless as to how he was supposed to handle his feelings.At presentAsfand aged 27 and Aamiya aged 18Asfand was sitting in front of the tv, watching a match when Aamiya entered his room. She never knocked his door when entering, she never gave it the time of her day. Asfand sat up straighter, as she came and sat beside him.“What’s up?” He casually asked her.“Nothing, I wanted to go out.” She told him, with a pout. He smiled in return and started to get up. Although he was tired and was planning on resting for a while, Aamiya wanted to go out and he couldn't turn her down.“Why ar
Aamiya went on and on about Asfand, making it clear that she missed him a lot. A friend of hers suddenly thought of something and asked, “ Why does Asfand Bhai care so much about you?”Aamiya was baffled. “What do you mean why? I’m his cousin, it’s obvious he will care about me.”“He is 8 years older to you, why don’t you call him Bhai?” Her friend asked further.Aamiya thought for a while and then spoke.“I have never called him Bhai and no one has even ever asked me to. Wouldn’t it be weird if I just suddenly started calling him Bhai?” Her friend shook her head.“Idiot, how will it be weird if it’s Asfand Bhai with you? Look at you, you can go up to two weeks without your parents and not even two days without Asfand Bhai.”Aamiya couldn’t say anything else, she was drowned in her thoughts.Asfand wrapped up his work early and got on the earliest flight back to Islamabad. He bought chocolates for Aamiya and made his way home.
Her friend went ahead and asked her cousin for help. Aamiya felt nervous when she saw him walking towards her, she was in the sight of Asfand.“Hey, I’m Ahmad.” The man chuckled softly, but Aamiya wasn't feeling any better. The man laughed a little and said, “Smile, at least. You won’t be convincing anyone like this.” Aamiya jolted and started talking to him. Sometime later, she saw Asfand looking at the both of them. Talking to Ahmad, she realized that he wasn’t a bad man at all, but she couldn't think of him as anything more than her friend.Asfand saw Aamiya talking to Ahmad, he knew the guy but still didn’t like it. Nonetheless, he kept himself from saying anything. The party went on. He gifted her a new mobile phone, since he knew that she wanted to change hers for a while now, but didn't have enough time to.Around 11.4pm, Asfand went to Aamiya’s room. She was already fast asleep, as Asfand sat beside her and pulled her hair away from her face. He gently kiss
Asfand's rational thoughts gave up on him when he took Aamiya's hand and pulled her close to him."Aamiya, I love you." He declared.Aamiya was shocked to the core when she pushed him away. She didn't like the confusion she felt hearing his words."You have lost it, Asfi. Are you aware of what you're saying? I don't want to talk to you anymore." She cried out and left for her room., hurt by his words for some reason.Aamiya wasn't feeling alright after she had yelled at Asfand. They had never before fought, this was a first. "I don't know what has gotten into him. Why is he suddenly saying all of that?" She thought and cried herself to sleep that night.Asfand was restless as well, he hadn't anticipated such a reaction.The next morning, Aamiya left her room all dressed up."I want to go home; I don't want to spend another minute with you here." She spoke, not looking at him.Asfand sighed and leaned back in his chair. " Aamiya, stop b
“Aamiya, calm down. What he’s saying is true.” Her father spoke, hesitantly.Aamiya couldn’t control herself anymore and stood up, “This isn’t funny, Dad.”“You are in his Nikkah. Your Nikkah was done when you were 3 years old.” Her mother declared softly. Asfand sat there, quietly listening and staring at her. He had always known about the Nikkah. This was decided by his parents, as if they knew they wouldn’t live much longer.His parents had always been open with him, he had even seen pictures of their Nikah.It was his decision to refrain from telling Aamiya about their Nikah, he wanted her to lead a normal life, without the pressure of their Nikah.Aamiya didn’t understand what was happening around her, “I don’t believe there was a Nikah. I’m not married to anyone.” She shouted and ran away to her room.She refused to talk to anyone, locking herself in her room all day. When she didn’t come to dinner the following night, Dad started to get worrie
Aamiya's mother returned to her room and sat on the bed, beside her husband, "Have you seen Asfand? Your daughter is hurting herself and my son by doing all this." She said, exasperated.Aamiya's father sighed, "I don't think Aamiya is going to see reason like this. We are going to have to intertwine.""If the marriage is held now, with all customs. Maybe she wouldn't put up a fight anymore. She may accept him in the nearer future." Her mother took a deep breath. "I can't see them like this anymore, hurting so much. Make Aamiya agree somehow, even if you have to be strict for now." Dad nodded.The next evening, Aamiya was reading a book when her father knocked on her door and walked in. She sat up, let her legs hang off the bed. Her father came and sat near her."Aamiya, why are you doing all this?" Dad asked her gently.Tears filled her eyes, "What am I doing, Dad? I can't accept what all of you are saying."Her father sighed, "He is your h
“Maybe, just maybe we’re being unfair to Aamiya forcing her into this. What if she doesn’t want Asfand as her husband?” Her father spoke to her mom.“You haven't seen the way she is these days. She can’t stand a day without him and you are going on about her not accepting him. She just needs to accept the truth and start thinking of him as her husband. She’ll be fine.”Asfand spoke to Dad, he said that the wedding was a must if he wanted Aamiya to accept him anytime soon.The wedding took place 15 days later. Aamiya looked gorgeous and didn’t put up much of a fight after she had seen their childhood Nikah pictures. She didn’t know what she wanted, the right of choosing her spouse was taken from her. She stopped thinking and let things go with their flow.On their wedding night, Aamiya and Asfand entered the room and quietly got ready to sleep. Aamiya hadn’t spoken much to him. She looked so forlorn sitting on the bed, that Asfand couldn’t handle it. He