Today is our walima, and we are getting ready for the occasion.
I adorn a stunning white gown with intricate embroidery, complemented by a dupatta equally adorned.
As the makeup artist finishes her work, there's a gentle knock at the door, seeking permission to enter.
With a soft "haan," I grant access, eager to see who's there.
As he entered, our eyes met, and I couldn't help but admire his appearance. "Mashallah," slipped from my lips as I took in his presence.
Just as I was lost in admiration, he gently reminded me, "Aap taiyar hogi hain toh chalien, late ho jayenge."
With a nod , I replied, "Ji, chaliye."
As we settled into the car, silence enveloped us during the ride to the venue.
Seeing the media gathered outside heightened my nerves, especially since it was my first time experiencing such attention.
Sensing my apprehension, he reached out and gently held my hand, reassuring me, "Just hold my hand and don't worry,Aap tension mat lijiye, mai hun na, sab sambhal lunga, ok?" Grateful for his comforting words, I replied softly, "Thank you."
As we entered, the media bombarded us with questions, but Shayan smoothly handled the situation by giving them a stern glare, silencing their inquiries.
Inside the hall, well-wishers approached us, offering congratulations.
Among them, my Amma appeared, her feigned concern evident.
I greeted her with "Asalamualaikum," to which she replied with a quick "Walikumassalam." She wasted no time in asking, "Tum thik ho, thik se settle toh hogai na? Koi problem toh nahi hui?" I simply nodded and replied, "Nahi," as she vanished from sight.
Observing my trembling hands, Shayan expressed his concern, asking if everything was alright and suggesting we leave if I had any issues.
Concealing my hands within my dupatta, I assured him, "Ye... yess, I am fine.
No need. It's our function; we can't leave." He simply hummed in response, understanding my apprehensions.
As we headed home after the function, he suddenly asked me a question that caught me off guard: "Did you get forced into this marriage?
Kyunki aap toh kisi aur se mohabbat karti hai na, aur usse pana bhi chahati hai.
Phir kyun aapne mujhse nikkah kyu kiya?" My voice faltered as I struggled to respond, "Woh... woh mai woh..."
Sensing my discomfort, he quickly interjected, "Ok ok, rehne dijiye. Mat bataiye.
Mai koi force nahi kar raha hun aapko." But then he surprised me by saying, "But I've decided something: mai aapko aapki mohabbat se milwane mai aapki madad karunga." I was stunned, unable to process his words.
"Kya... kya aap sachhi meri madad karenge?" I responded, my voice tinged with confusion and disbelief.
He replied with a small hum, and I couldn't help but feel perplexed. "Magar aap meri madad kyu karenge?" I asked,
With a small smile playing on his lips.
"Kyunki main aapko nahi, nahi kisi ko bhi ek aise rishte mai nahi rakhna chahta, jo bemaan ka ho,
jissmai saamne wale ko takleef ho ,aur mujhe bhi. isliye isme behtari hai ki ek insaan ko sirf ushi ke saath rehna chaiye,
jisse saath woh rehna chahta hai, na ki kisi aise rishte ki wajahse, jisko woh kabhi dil se chahe hi na," he explained.
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