A girl with principle

Ch-38 A Girl Is Irresponsible

"Ek mahina ho gaya Hooriya tumhari shadi ko tum jab se apne maa baap se milne nahi aayi. Kya tumhe hamari yaad nahi aati?
It's been a month Hooriya You have not come to meet your parents since your marriage. Don't you miss us?"

I shut my eyes and sighed. "Main aungi ammi. Bas thodi busy hoon.
I'll come mom. I am just a little busy."

"Aisi bhi kya masroofiyat jo apne maa baap se milne ke liye waqt nahi? You are that busy that you don't have time to meet your parents?" My mother complaint.

"Bas ammi wo...
It's just that mom..."

"Tum naraaz ho humse, haina?
You are mad at us, aren't you?"

"Nahi ammi main aap se naraaz nahi hoon.
No mom I am not mad at you" I truthfully stated. "Lagta hai ye aa gaye hain. Main baad mein baat karti hoon.
I think he has come. I'll talk to you later." I declined the call and tried to take deep breaths. I can't cry in front of him.

I heard the main door slamming and then clicking of locking it. Living here for almost ten days I've got somehow recognised the sounds. He went out for just ten minutes for I don't know what.

I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I let all the tears fell on my cheeks.

I know I am being childish. I know they're my parents. But I am just done. I am done with my father.

He chose this for me and I will uphold it forever but I swear I will never show my face to him ever again. He will yearn for my glimpse.

"Hooriya, tum tayyar ho?
Are you ready?" He knocked gently on the bathroom door.

I cleared my throat, so my voice would not sound hoarse. "Yes. Two minutes." I washed my face and stared back at my reflection on the mirror. I looked quite good. The expensive things doing their magic.

I got out of the bathroom. "Just two minutes." I quickly did a light make up. Going out every day at dinners and lunches made me a good makeup artist.

"I don't like the dress." He said as soon as I stood at the opposite direction of the bed as him and he was doing something on his laptop very intently because he hardly gave me a look.

I was wearing a blue embroidered outfit in which I looked quite good. I was somewhat shocked that even when I was approving my self then how could he not?

"Umm, no?" I insecurely creased down my dress. He scrunched up his face in disapproval. "Should I change?"

"Definitely."

I pouted at him. "Main kal aap ki pasand ka pehen lungi naa. Warna Hum late ho jayenge, haina?
I'll wear tomorrow according to your likings. We'll be late. Aren't we?"

"Nope. Agar mujhe nahi pasand to kya fayda pehnne ka wo kapda, phenk do usey.
If I don't like it then what's the point to wear that cloth? Throw it away."

I frowned at him, knowing though that he was not looking, eventually, I left a deep sigh. "Okay, kya pehnu phir?
What should I wear then?"

I walked to our cupboard and took out some dresses that I'd buy when we went shopping yesterday. While I showed him the dresses he was keep typing on his laptop. He was not even interested.

"Ye kaisi hai?
What about these?"

He gave me a disapproving look. I grabbed another two and he rejected them too.

After rejecting my whole wardrobe that I bought from his choice I plopped down on the bed beside him. "Main nahi jaa rahi kahin par bhi.
I am not going anywhere."

He finally looked up from his laptop. "Kyu, kya hua?
Why, what happened?"

"Aap ko to kapde pasand aa hi nahi rahe jo maine dikhaye, phir aapne kharide hi kyu?
You don't like any dress that I showed you then why did you buy them for me?"