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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 O3 : you aren't any different
Three Years Back:
I looked at the yellow anarkali bordered with white lace on the sides that so perfectly accentuated my curves in all the right places, making me smile and pose as I stood in front of the mirror.
I look pretty good for a change.
It was day two of me living my most ideal-single life at my in-laws and boy did I love every bit of it. They say you can't choose the family you're born into, but you could always choose the family you get married in, however, even though in my case, the choice had never been mine in both the situations, I was at least thankful that god didn't do me wrong twice in a single life when it comes to having a family for the second time in a row.
Family.
To be honest, I don't even know if I considered the members of the house I had been living in or the members of the house I'm living with now as a family, but all I could say is, if it comes to being flatmates, my current ones are way better than the previous.
Coming to the current, let's just say the current sole reason behind me having a new house altogether had been missing ever since our first encounter as a married couple.
Exactly,
Honestly, if it weren't for my personal choice of forever being a naturally distant bimbo, I don't think any newly wedded wife could actually be so chill about having a missing husband for almost a whole day and a night after being married, but well. It's not like I was too excited about sharing a room with a stranger either.
"And I know we're not perfect," I hummed, curling my hair at the bottom, with a straightener,
"But I've never felt this way for no one," Keeping the straightener away, I switched off the appliance, before taking a step back from the mirror and almost immediately throw myself forward bending my head down, and throwing it back up, adding all the volume of the world right to my hair.
"Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me!!" I sang dramatically as I picked my jhumkas from the dressing table, sliding them in one by one when my eyes landed on the multiple glass bangles that my mother-in-law just gave me to pair with the attire.
Cute. But it kinda looks too tiny for me,
Taking the bangles in my hand, I was about to wear them when I heard a single knock before the door to my room opened and almost immediately I was met with an all too familiar figure making me jump in shock as I looked at his reflection and the bangles on my hand fall right off and to the ground.
"Shit," I cursed quickly bending down to pick them up when within a few seconds a hand bet me to it,
"Sorry," he muttered,
Good thing they didn't break!
I didn't reply as I just passed him a tight-lipped smile, picking up my belongings while he did the same as well.
"Where had you been?" I asked as I stacked a few together keeping them in my hand before getting up from my knees while he followed my actions.
"Work," was all he replied, making me nod. I didn't feel like asking more, I didn't want him to feel like he was in any way answerable to me, neither that I had any authority over him in what so ever sense, because then, he'd think the same when it comes to me.
And I want to be far from being answerable to anyone.
"May I?" I heard him ask, making me look up and straight into his eyes.
His eyes, were they always so devoid of any emotions at all?
"Sure," I replied, passing him the bangles that I carried in my palm as I stretched my hand in front of him.
I didn't miss the hesitation that sprawled upon his face as he took a step forward, slowly taking my hand in his before he aimed to get the bangles in.
As he did that I couldn't help but focus on the way his face remained calculative while his eyes, looked like they were being forced into something, something he desperately wished he wasn't a part of, like he was doing something that he didn't want to.
Why is he doing it then? It's not like I asked him to make me wear these. Maybe his mom blackmailed him into doing it? Yes! That could definitely be the case.
Come to think of it from what I've heard, he was the one to ask his parents to ask for my hand for this marriage, but it's not that I believe it though.
There is no way he must have known me from before, and given how sweet his parents are, I'm pretty sure they said that to not make me feel as unwanted as I must feel as the abandoned wife on the very first day of our marriage.
Oh! Could it be they refused to let him be a part of an all-time family business until he gets marr-
Stop reading so much fiction, Khwahish!
Well maybe not considering, they were a simple upper-middle-class family, with their biggest possession being that their only son had a job abroad and was, running the whole family.
His eyes met mine and even though I attempted to find some emotions behind that look, I just couldn't, at least nothing remorseful, instead I felt him stare. I knew that look, I was very much aware of it over my 23 years of living, it was like he looked at me through some lens of accusation like he wanted to say something so bad, but he just couldn't.
Like there was something I had done, something he knew I had done, something he held me responsible for.
I felt a tiny pressure on my wrist but that didn't bother me enough to look away instead I just looked back and passed him a small smile.
You aren't any different, Mr. Khan, I couldn't help but think to myself. Guess my so-called parents got to you before I did huh?
Of course, I used all my luck in having sweet in-laws for fuck's sake!
I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes slightly widened a little taken aback at my action when the sound of something click immediately caught our attention breaking the eye contact we had been holding.
"Shit," I heard him curse as his eyes met mine again, and this time I couldn't help but notice the guilt that rode in them, immediately making me aware of my environment as this time my breathing slightly turned heavy as I passed him a smile again.
"It's okay," I whispered clearly feeling something warm right at the bottom of the bone of my thumb, making me clench my jaw at the way a tiny piece of glass probably stuck to me.
I didn't look at it. I couldn't, I can't tolerate even seeing a speck of blood until comes from down there that is.
I looked at him as he hurriedly took out some pieces before his hands reached into the pocket of his white kurta and he took out something I was least expecting to,
"Here," his hand stretched out as he passed me the bandaid and I couldn't help the way my mind immediately started ticking while my heart slightly took up it's pace,
He was carrying that all along? Like he knew what was going to happen? Like he knew he was going to hurt m--
Quickly shaking my head at those bizarre thoughts I just looked at him,
"I-I'm hemophobic, do you mind doing it for me please?"
A rapid moment, and I didn't miss the concern that spread upon himself as he asked, "Since when?"
Visions of that early morning numbed my veins as an all-too-familiar face clouded my mind making me clench my jaw as I quickly looked away from his scrutinizing gaze.
"Since-" I stopped, gulping my saliva, "since a while now,"
My words came off as a whisper and for a moment I could feel him freeze under my touch before he simply put the bandaid on my wrist, in a not-so-soft manner, and just like that without a word,
Left.
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A loud laughter escaped my lips as I placed the jar of juice onto the breakfast table, my eyes not for once moving away from that of my mother-in-law and my husband's first cousin, Shanzae, who let's be real, is one of the funniest people I've met after my best friend that is.
Honestly, I was glad that she along with her twin decided to stay for a while, and not just leave immediately after the wedding, keeps me company and my god do the two siblings share the same brain cells, I love it!
I was an only child, and I had never had an exposure to what life with siblings must be, but the more that I look at them, the more the feeling of missing out weighs heavier in the air.
"No, but seriously in what sane mind does a group of adults, a HERD of adults, get the bright idea to make their every, I don't know, third? Yeah! Every third-generation's child's name with the letter 'S', like WHY?! Why would you all do that to us!?"
I heard her dramatically cry, while I got the bread onto the table, while everyone just sat on their respective seats.
My mother-in-law tsked, her head shaking in disbelief, "Because it's the best decision! You all represent the S. Mir Khan legacy!"
I just bit my bottom lip trying to stop the wide grin their little word battle brought to my face as I passed the hot-pot of parathas toward my father-in-law, who seemed to be enjoying this just as much as I did. He smiled looking at my way, to which I simply smiled back.
A loud snort escaped the other cousin's mouth as he shook his head,
"Mumma, you're saying that as if we have an entire estate to look after, kaha hai yeh legacy ka khazana jo mujhe aaj tak dikha hi nahi?" (Where is this legacy's treasure that I haven't found yet?")
A booming laughter escaped Shanzae's lips as she replied with a loud "Exactly!" followed by a high-five to her brother.
"I mean what was the reason behind making all of our names start with an 'S' like we're some part of a gang? Feels like being a part of a tribe! Shehryar Mir Khan, Shayaan Mir Khan, Shanzae Mir Khan, Sh-"
"I mean there were 25 more letters to explore," Shayaan cut her off
Honestly, I found those to be pretty cool names if you ask me, but well this wasn't my battle to win.
Everyone was here at the table, and by everyone, I mean my in-laws, the cousins, and myself, the only person missing, you know who. I didn't bother asking about where he went ever since he left the room.
Actually, I was glad he did, he kind of made me nervous anyway, at least I could eat in peac-
"Sorry, I'm late," I heard that voice, and almost immediately I could feel my apatite go down the drain, I could hear the sound of the chair to my left being pulled out before, his presence fully registered into my brain, and I simply just picked a slice of bread, keeping it on my plate.
I heard my mother-in-law ask me to take something more since we quite literally had a lot of options to choose from but I simply shook my head, thanking my stars that she didn't press further.
"Oh my god, bhai! You're alive!" I heard Shanzae dramatically gasp, her voice dripping with sarcasm making me immediately bite my lip to stop myself from grinning ear to ear, as I simply kept my focus on my bread, tearing the sides, before applying some butter on it.
I don't mean to be a brat but I just don't like the sides on okay! Fine judge me!
"I certainly am, however, you wouldn't be if you don't keep that decibel down, so early in the morning," this time I couldn't help but look at him as he said those words while sipping onto his tea, his eyes momentarily shifting to mine, before going back at his sister.
"Haha, hasna tha?" (Was I supposed to laugh?) she jitted back,
"Aap puchh ke hasti hai?" (You take permission before laughing?)
Shayan boomed out a peal of laughter at his words while Shanzae just rolled her eyes biting back a 'lame'. I couldn't help but put all my focus on the surroundings, and the banter that was again taking place.
This was almost the most I had heard him speak, the most light-hearted I had ever heard him sound.
Is this what families are supposed to be?
I simply continued looking at all of them with an amused expression and a smile on my face, my eyes shifting around the table from person to person, be it at the two seats in front of me, with the twins being seated on them, to my in-laws sitting on each side of the head of the table. I didn't bother looking at the man who sat on my left though as I simply put my attention back on my plate, immediately making my smile drop.
I looked at the multiple pieces of fruit and omelet that now lay on my plate, making me frown as I looked up and at everyone around the table, giving a questioning look at my father-in-law, since he was right beside me.
Could he? I shook my head, no. I was literally gawking at them, I would've know- I stopped with my absolutely slow chain of thoughts when my eyes landed on that of my mother-in-law, who simply looked between my husband and I, a small smile playing on her lips as she looked down at her plate and continued finishing her meal, No...
Did he? Did he really do what I think he did?
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