𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡.
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"No." His voice echoed in the living room as he stared into his father's eyes. His Father, Shehryar gazed at his son with so much outrage that if there was someone else standing in front of him, that person would surely get scared. But the person who was standing in front of him was Zeyan. He was not scared of anyone so his father's glare was not affecting him at all.
"You will only marry Mehwish and that's final." Shehryar Sahab gritted his teeth while he looked at his wife who was sitting beside Zeyan with a calm face before glancing back at his son.
"My answer is the same."
"Look son Mehwish is a good girl." Zeyan's Mother, Asma tried to make her son understand as she put her hand on his hand making him pull his hand away from her. Like her touch was burning his skin.
"Don't interfere in my life." Zeyan looked at his mother with an empty look making her avert her sight.
"Mind your language, Zeyan, she is your mother."
"Really? I didn't know and I appreciate you telling me this." He let out a chuckle and stand from his spot and walked toward his so-called father. Who looked like he will burst at any second.
"Nai kron ga main shaadi ussa jis ko apna pasand kiya." Zeyan said and turned around but his dada voice stopped him on his track.
"Zeyan... Bacha zara mera kamra main ana." Nodding to him his eyes soften and he walked behind his dada to his room.
"Mera beta q nai shaadi k liya maan raha? Mehwish pasand nai?" Zeyan stayed quiet while looking at his dada's hand. His hero was getting older.
He grabbed his dada's hand and placed a kiss on it and looked at the floor. The problem was not in mehwish the problem was that his parents choose her for him. Or ya usko gawara nai tha.
That they will now make decisions for his life. Uska pass ya haq nai tha. Who the hell were they to do that. No one. Dada kehta tha maa baap Allah ki nemat hota hai. Per ya ak aisi nemat thi zeyan k liya jo uska pass ho kr bhi uska liya nai thi...
"Agr main kahuna k Mehwish muja tumhara liya pasand hai to phir?"
"Dada..." Zeyan looked up at his dada's eyes with a little bit of slighted.
"Mera tumhara baap ki wahja sa nai keh raha...muja agr wo pasand na hoti main khud tumhara baap ko mana kr daita lakin beta wo bachi boht payari hai." His dada tried to make him understand softly and zeyan jerked his head and looked down with his shoulder slumped. He was looking like a child... A child who was tired.
"Kya chahta hain ap?"
"Shaadi k liya raazi ho jao mera liya..." He looked up and his eyes meet his dada's. With a small smile, he said.
"Sirf or sirf apka liya dada...sirf apka liya."
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Mehwish:
Putting the plates on the table I wiped my hands with my duppata and smiled at my first hand-made biryani. I looked up when my mama walked into the dining room and sit on the chair with a frown.
"Kya hua?"
"Pura khandan batain kr raha ha k Rabia ki shaadi phala q nai kr raha." I sit on the chair next to her.
"To phir apna kya kaha?"
"Main na keh diya k mehwish ki shaadi k ak mahina baad rabia ki shaadi hum na rishta uska paka kr liya hai." I looked at my dumbfounded. When did the proposal come for Rabia??
My mother glance at me and shook her head.
"Pagal larki unko chup krwana k liya kuch to bolna tha na." Her words slowly registered in my mind and I nodded my head in knowledge.
"Par apna unko ya keh to diya hai...larka kahan sa layai gi ab api k liya?"
"Allah sa dua kro bus." And the room fell silent as I looked down at my hand forgetting about the dinner and releasing a big sigh.
"Khair sab ko khanna k liya bolao, meri shehzadi na kitna time k baad khana banaya ha." Looking up at my mother with a little upset at the taunt she smiled at me and chuckled. I hump in my place and went to call everyone for the dinner.
Closing the door softly behind me. I lay on the bed sigh in ease. Closing my eyes I was about to welcome the sleep with open arms when.
My phone start ringing. Groaning out aloud I glared at the fan and tiredly grabbed my phone and then my eyed widened seeing the caller id.
Zeyan.
I blinked my eyes as my heart picked its speed. With a shaky breath and hand I slowly attend the call.
"Asalam O Alikum."
"W-wa-walakum A-asalam." I slapped the back of my head and scold myself for shattering infront of him. Why the hell would I even do that?
"Dada na kaha ha k kal ap tayar rehna apko subah 10 baja pick krain gain." His voice came out raspy like he haven't spoken in ages. Shaking my head at my stupid thoughts a grin formed on my lips.
"Main bhi bilkul thk hun apka kya hal ha?" I asked as I fold my legs and bit my lips while smiling like an idiot waiting for his reply.
He stays quiet for a while and then.
"Main na apsa apka haal nai poucha mehwish." I ignored the way he say my name and again asked.
"Per main na to poucha hai. To batain kaisa hain ap?" I looked at the phone screen and then put it beside my ear waiting patiently for him to say something. But guess he had sworn to not talk more than one minute.
"Khuda k liya kuch bool liya krain kasam sa apko kuch bhi nai kahun gi."
"Fazool batain krna ki zarurat nai hai call band krain."
"Lakin main na beha-..." And the call gets disconnected.
Letting out a giggle I stared at his name glowing on my phone screen. My cheeks started to hurt because of smiling too much. I released a breath and looked at his name lovely.
'Uff is larka ki her baat pa jaan qurban hai.'
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𝐼 𝑢𝑝𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦~~~~~~~
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