A SHORT STORY COLLECTION BOOK #1
Each story weaves together the intricate threads of human emotions, showcasing the beauty and complexity of love in its many forms.
Random 2am stories doing Bhangra, garba, nagin dance and what not so thought to pen...
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As I woke up today, it's my nikah day. I wasn't happy because Azaan hadn't confessed yet.
I got ready for the day, had breakfast, and headed towards my room to pick up my dress for the parlour.
As I was about to leave, Badi Amma called out, "Azaan, drop Hina." He came and said, "Gadi mein baitho." I went to the parking area and sat in the passenger seat.
Before he arrived, I called Zeeshan, "Suno, abhi 10 minute mein mujhe call karo, aur main phone speaker pe rakhungi. Azaan saath hai, aur haan, mujhe Hina nahi, Ruhi bulana. Ok?" He replied, "Ok madam," aur kuch and I said thank you aur kuch nahi sir cut the call.
Azaan arrived and started driving.
After 10 minutes, Zeeshan called, and I melodramatically exclaimed, "Oh, Zee ka phone!" I put the phone on speaker, and Zeeshan greeted with a cheerful "Hello."
Assalamualaikum I replied with a calm "Walikumassalam." He asked, "Kaisi hain aap, meri jaan?" to which I responded, "Bilkul thik, aur aap?" He replied, "Aapse baat karli ab, bilkul thik hun."
As I noticed Azaan fuming in anger, I thought to myself, "Kitne dinth hai, bol dijiye na ki Mai tumse mohabbat karta hun, huhhhh."
To add fuel to the fire, I casually mentioned, "Aaj hamara nikkah hai." Zeeshan replied, "Haan, aaj hum dono ek ho jaenge. Aaj se aap meri Ruhi hongi."
At that moment, Azaan stopped the car abruptly. I knew why because Zeeshan called me Ruhi, a name only Azaan used for me.
But I didn't say anything and continued, "Hmm, bilkul, aapki sirf aur sirf aapki Ruhi. I love y..." Suddenly, he snatched my phone away.
As I couldn't process, he pulled me from my seat and put me on his lap, taking my hair in his fist, and started kissing me with a furious intensity.
He chewed my lips, biting them, channeling all his anger into the kiss. Despite his fervor, I didn't respond, but it didn't deter him.
He increased the pace, making the kiss more and more intense.
After some time, he stopped and held my hair tightly, questioning, "Aapki himmat kaise hui?"
I retorted, "Kis cheez ki himmat?"
His tone turned menacing as he asked, "Usne aapko Ruhi kaise bulaya? Aur aapki himmat kaise hui usse iss cheez ki ijazat deneki?"
I replied defensively, "Koi nahi hai woh mere hone wale shohar hai."
In my mind, I pleaded, "Mai bhi wahi chahti hun. Bss ek baar bol dijiye ki aap mujhse mohabbat karte hain. Bss ek baar, mai sab kuch chhod ke sirf aapki hoke rahungi."
