Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Thirty eight•~~

That made her feel disgusted with herself for the first time. Knowing there was no way out and then playing that game for him to fall for his obsession with his defeat was one thing, but liking and wanting his touch was another thing. She did the latter, and now she didn't know what to feel about this.

When Andaleeb first wanted to use any for him to trust her enough to let her meet her family, that was because she knew that once she got a chance, her father would find any way for her freedom. Hence, she went to the last resort, and that was nikkah, just to let Masab aware that she accepted her doom. But what was to happen had already happened. She had no mistake in it apart from her first step to flee. Her fate was written like this. Force or not, the thing was established near her parents that she didn't choose this for herself.

Masab's want to show his claim over her body had done good for her. She would take care of her weird feelings later on. First, this opportunity should be used for a way out. Her father wouldn't permit now to live in a supposed abusive marriage with a man who dishonored her. He would definitely help her with this.
            
Coming inside her room, Andaleeb's first instinct was to just get herself out of this heavy dress. Standing in front of the mirror of her washroom, she stared at her reflection and tried to find the Andaleeb from a few months ago. But sadly she didn't find any tinge of her past self right now. Aurang's love had been buried somewhere deep for a long time.

Apart from pity and hurt, she felt nothing for him. However, as soon as her eyes met the places over her body where Masab touched her, her whole body started burning with an unusual emotion. She flickered her fingers over her lips and recalled their passionate kiss from a while ago. Her hand slipped towards her throat and shoulders, caressing the aching spots all over. These all were meant for some other purpose for her family to know but a guilt clenched her insides that what she was feeling for them was far from that. After all, her provocation had her full will, and Masab knew it enough to continue that.

Taking a deep breath, she turned around and moved her hand towards the back of her blouse to let go of her bridal dress. Her finger found the zipper and without wanting, that again made her recall the time when Masab had pulled it down and the way his touch was making her feel. A knot accumulated in her stomach reminiscing that. A rebel in her wanted to experience all this again. Shaking away every thought, she focused on the work at hand.

A warm shower helped her to feel a bit refreshed and relaxed. She chose a comfy cropped crew neck violet-colored tee with short sleeves and a printed beautiful butterfly-shaped design over the front with off-white loose cotton pants. As Andaleeb combed her hair, her gaze again wandered to those spots over her throat which was still aching for someone's touch. She quickly hid them with the help of makeup before letting her hair fall freely over her back.

She, who was just about to leave her room to join her family and actually dig the truth about Daneen, stopped when her mother entered. She still didn't know anything about her sister. When downstairs, she questioned her, but her mother didn't give any answer and instead asked her to get freshened up. However, now she wouldn't sit down calmly without getting the answer about Daneen.

She heard from Mohid that he was now her husband, but what exactly had happened, and how had they taken this step? She needed to share this grief, which happened just because of her. And also now as the emotional turmoil ended, she should expect some upheaval from her parents towards her of whatever had happened.

After all, her letter was living proof of whatever happened, and now all she had to do was to twist that to make them believe that there was no Aurang in her life. Apart from her own desire to find any way out of this forced marriage for her, she also feared Aurang's sister's life. Masab said that if she would take his name, he wouldn't let her live.

Fariha's eyes took a journey off her face before again dropping to her neck. Her eyes fluttered involuntarily at the realization of whatever she had been through. She stroked her cheek. "Did you get freshened up?"

Insecurity and guilt again ripped through her, finding her mother's attention, but she didn't wish to hide it again. She instead nodded. "I found relief after such a long time. A homecoming feeling."

A tear fell from her mother's eyes. "It's still so unbelievable to see you back again. Your father just asked me to forget you because there was no clue about you but I didn't lose hope. A mother in me knew that I would again see my child back. And Allah just makes it true. Even in this state, at last, you are with us. I don't have enough words to be thankful to Almighty Allah."

Andaleeb bit her lower lip as she felt her own eyes tearing up before throwing her arms around her mother. "There were some days when I, too, lost hope. There was so much darkness that now finding a bright light feels like a dream."

Fariha kissed her hand. "Come and sit with us. I am going to prepare all of your favorite dishes, Andaleeb. Have lunch with us."

She shook her head and led her mother towards her bed. "First talk to me, Mama. I have so many things to talk to you."

Fariha licked her dried lips as a shadow of fear loomed over her expression. "It's all my mistake of what happened to you. I don't have enough patience to hear it once again and find myself more guilty of not protecting you after what that guy told us proudly."

Andaleeb's eyes widened. "What? Who told who what?"

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