She is, Afaaf
عفاف ; Chaste, Virtuous, Decent , Pure.
A beautiful young woman with sparkling brown eyes.
He is, Zaryaab
زریاب ; Rich , wealthy, possessor of gold.
A handsome young man carrying the secrets of world on his shoulders.
She runs.
He ru...
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Afaaf
I jolted up in bed. My eyes popping open.
I heaved deep breaths, in and out. My forehead sweaty as I rubbed my hand over it before braiding my brown hair. Sun light streamed in from the large windows as I groaned from the intruding light in the large room. My pounding heartbeats had me wondering, what had me waking up like this.
I fell back on the pillows, the strings of sleep still lulling me. Yet, last night's events came rushing back to me. Scorching my mind, hard. For some unknown purpose I knew, that last night could never be erased from my mind. And no matter how hard I try, it would never be forgotten. Not that I wanted to forget it. Each breath, each tear, each painful tale was memorized by me.
But it was painful. Very painful and heart wrenching that I wanted to reach out the ones who did such an inhumane act. Who killed Ronaq. Who destroyed such a beautiful family. And now, as more and more I thought about it, I wished that the criminals get the worst of punishment.
As my brown eyes silently roamed around the room, my lips dropped in a low bow. Finding that Zaryaab was already gone. Disappointment filling me for some odd reason.
What was with so many odd reasons these days.
Last night, I had the most peaceful sleep I had in ages. Curled in Zaryaab's arms, I felt as if I was drowned in abyss of darkness where I was secure, where I was home. And where I had nothing to fear. Nothing to lose. Being with Zaryaab was a feeling I couldn't decipher.
It was hard to even explain, what I felt.
Sometimes, I'd think being with him was totally wrong. But we were bonded religiously what could be wrong. And other times it felt so right that I'd stick to the fact that this was my only home. Where Khan Dada and Dadi Gul Jan geniuenly loved me and adored me, not because I was a copy of their late granddaughter but because I was me. Where Norie gossiped around and where I was respected, treated like royalty.
My focus returned back to Zaryaab. His forest green eyes and those annoying smirks of him. He wasn't a bad guy, bad was what I had perceived. And now I only wished for peace and happiness for him.
As I got up and dressed, glancing at the table calenders seeing the month complete. It was the last date of the month.
And time passed by quickly. Day after day flying. Bringing more colour to the seasons and new emotions. Now I blushed on every smile I received from my husband. Now I glanced at every possible place he could be.
It was true, Zaryaab had anger management issues. And controlling him at that time was very difficult. Almost out of my hands. Jahan had to control him each time until he was calmed down. I still feared his anger. His anger was as if tornadoes and hurricanes were clashing causing destruction all around until nothing but he left. Until the person in front of him was shaken and a sobbing mess.
