Maryam and Shehryaar

Jackson Heights

CHAPTER 5( part 1) : JACKSON HEIGHTS

Maryam cried and cried and cried once she locked herself in the airport powder room…. She didn’t know why she was crying may be because of the idiot guy who just mentally molested her but deep down she knew the reason was Rohan’s absence. She always hated herself for crying… she was a strong girl or maybe she was good at pretending that she was strong that’s why whenever tears come in her eyes, she would hate them…… she was in the washroom when she heard the announcement the lady was announcing her name…..It was clearly her name. And for once she thought maybe Rohan has come to pick her that’s why the lady was announcing her name. She opened the door, looked herself in the bid wall to wall mirror, she looked terrible, tired and broken, she quickly washed her face and went to the counter…….

“I am Maryam Afzaal”…. She looked at the blond in front of her

“Oh! Mam here is your luggage…. Please collect it and sign over here, ” she said, showing her perfect white teeth and opened a register

Maryam felt the pain was back with heavy heart, she received the luggage and signed the paper, taking the bags she then didn’t stay another minute in the airport she went out and went to the taxi stand… for a second her mind kicked her butt for being extra bold but she pushed the thoughts behind and headed towards a cab and showed him Rohan’s address. She wanted her answers everything was too much to handle now she was just about to burst with anger and grief, but she contained herself and with the last hope she started reciting Ayat-UL-Kursi.

“Mam, there you are…. Block-D Jackson Heights and its villa No 23/c” the driver after stopping the cab, said. Maryam looked at the meter and took out 50 dollar note and gave it to him… with out even taking the change back, she took out her bags and there she was standing in front of her new home…… was it really HER home? It was dark and wet everywhere and she was literally shivering with cold trembling hands, she rang the bell…… just a couple of seconds later the door was wide open. There he was standing like somebody has thrown him in a trance or something…..

A few minutes passed and she was still standing there on his doorsteps looking directly into his eyes and shivering with cold her dress was half wet by then…..Rohan couldn’t believe his eyes, he was so shocked that he couldn’t utter a single word

“ca…can…can I come inside?” She broke the deadly silence

“What are you doing here?” Rohan said as if he didn’t listen to her plead

“Please let me in Rohan” Maryam controlled her tears

Rohan finally but very reluctantly got aside and she went in still holding her bags he hasn’t even taken her luggage didn’t even bother to take it from her they looked damn heavy. Maryam came inside it was a cozy villa lightly furnished a strange kind of smell came and Maryam felt sick

“What are you doing here?” Why have you come?” Rohan grabbed her wrist and turned her to face him harshly when she was looking here and there stupidly

“Ah!...” She felt pain Rohan ignored her expressions and pulled her towards him

“I told you to wait in Pakistan…. Why didn’t anyone inform me? Shittt! Why the fuck you came here… you idiot!” He didn’t even let her say a single word Maryam felt how pissed he was to see her over there

“What do you mean, why I came here I am your bloody wife…. And how much more time you wanted Rohan? I waited 2 years… and don’t say that nobody informed you… Ali Bhai must have called you I waited there at the airport for almost 2 days Rohan……” Maryam couldn’t stop her tears this time she snatched away her hand from his grip and almost yelled

“Don’t you dare yell at me, you understand! This is not your bloody Pakistan its my house” Rohan glared at her like a hungry lion and she felt terribly sick again

“Uh… why… why are you doing… doing this Rohan? Am your wife are you that angry with me? This is destined to happen today or some time later, but this was destined to happen” Maryam tried to compose herself

“ You are not my wife…..Don't call yourself that okay! It was a forced contract and nothing else… I was never in its favour I never wanted to marry someone…. Someone like you” Rohan spatted

“ What… what do you mean by a contract… nikah kia hea ap ne Muj se Rohan aap…..

 “Just shut up and don’t take my name…..I hate even your name. I don’t want this Nikah it was only to register my papers here that mum forced me to do this I wanted to marry someone here not an ignorant Pakistani like you” Rohan said with poison in his voice

“Where have you been?....What's that noise darling……???” Maryam was about to say something when she heard somebody coming downstairs, she was shocked to saw a blonde pretty girl in front of her, her long hair were all tossed up as she just woke up

“Who the hell is she”? She said like she saw some dirt in front of her eyes

Rohan remained silent when Maryam suddenly said staring right in her eyes

“I am his wife”

“Shuttupppppp” and with that Rohan slapped her hard on her face, Maryam couldn’t believe her senses she almost tripped on the sofa

“I told you, stop calling yourself my wife…. You just pick your bloody bags and get out right now” Rohan again grabbed her wrist and almost dragged her towards the door

“Wh…what are u doing?…pl…please Rohan …please just listen to me..I don’t have anywhere else to go..Please don’t do this to me…. mein… mein Kahan jaoon gi” Maryam was crying, begging him but he wasn’t listening to her at any cost. He threw her bags harshly out of the door and pushed her out and closed the door. Maryam almost fell on the stairs

“Rohan…. Rohan please, please open the door… I have nowhere to go please I promise I will leave… leave tomorrow just let me in please!...Rohan!” Maryam was literally banging on the door, she was crying her scarf was now on the stairs and she was all wet because of the heavy snow her hands were almost freezing she looked around there was hell silence every1 was inside it was so cold that even animals remained hidden. She after banging for a couple of minutes fell on the stairs and hide her face in her palms and started crying hard……. When suddenly she felt warmth on her shoulder, she got so afraid that she almost jumped to her feet and there she came face to face with someone she doesn't know, but his eyes were familiar they were peaking right into her deep eyes all swollen and puffed. He was close really close she could feel the warmth coming out of his body…. It was actually his hands which were on her shoulders

“Are you okay?” He shook her into her senses