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Tu ijaazat de agar
Tujhse thoda pyar main kar loon
Jaan-e-jaan
Baith mere saamne
Khali dil khali nazar bhar loon
Jaan-e-jaan
Tu khafa ho jaye
Raat abhi ho jaye
Din tere aanchal main chup jaye
Chup jaye
Yeh zameen ruk jaye
Aasmaa jhuk jaye
Tera chehra jab nazar aaye
Ho tera chehra jab nazar aaye
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Today is our walima, and we are getting ready for the occasion.
I adorn a stunning white gown with intricate embroidery, complemented by a dupatta equally adorned.
As the makeup artist finishes her work, there's a gentle knock at the door, seeking permission to enter.
With a soft "haan," I grant access, eager to see who's there.
As he entered, our eyes met, and I couldn't help but admire his appearance. "Mashallah," slipped from my lips as I took in his presence.
Just as I was lost in admiration, he gently reminded me, "Aap taiyar hogi hain toh chalien, late ho jayenge."
With a nod , I replied, "Ji, chaliye."
As we settled into the car, silence enveloped us during the ride to the venue.
Seeing the media gathered outside heightened my nerves, especially since it was my first time experiencing such attention.
Sensing my apprehension, he reached out and gently held my hand, reassuring me, "Just hold my hand and don't worry,Aap tension mat lijiye, mai hun na, sab sambhal lunga, ok?" Grateful for his comforting words, I replied softly, "Thank you."
As we entered, the media bombarded us with questions, but Shayan smoothly handled the situation by giving them a stern glare, silencing their inquiries.
Inside the hall, well-wishers approached us, offering congratulations.
Among them, my Amma appeared, her feigned concern evident.
I greeted her with "Asalamualaikum," to which she replied with a quick "Walikumassalam." She wasted no time in asking, "Tum thik ho, thik se settle toh hogai na? Koi problem toh nahi hui?" I simply nodded and replied, "Nahi," as she vanished from sight.
Observing my trembling hands, Shayan expressed his concern, asking if everything was alright and suggesting we leave if I had any issues.
Concealing my hands within my dupatta, I assured him, "Ye... yess, I am fine.
No need. It's our function; we can't leave." He simply hummed in response, understanding my apprehensions.
As we headed home after the function, he suddenly asked me a question that caught me off guard: "Did you get forced into this marriage?
Kyunki aap toh kisi aur se mohabbat karti hai na, aur usse pana bhi chahati hai.
Phir kyun aapne mujhse nikkah kyu kiya?" My voice faltered as I struggled to respond, "Woh... woh mai woh..."
Sensing my discomfort, he quickly interjected, "Ok ok, rehne dijiye. Mat bataiye.
Mai koi force nahi kar raha hun aapko." But then he surprised me by saying, "But I've decided something: mai aapko aapki mohabbat se milwane mai aapki madad karunga." I was stunned, unable to process his words.
"Kya... kya aap sachhi meri madad karenge?" I responded, my voice tinged with confusion and disbelief.
He replied with a small hum, and I couldn't help but feel perplexed. "Magar aap meri madad kyu karenge?" I asked,
With a small smile playing on his lips.
"Kyunki main aapko nahi, nahi kisi ko bhi ek aise rishte mai nahi rakhna chahta, jo bemaan ka ho,
jissmai saamne wale ko takleef ho ,aur mujhe bhi. isliye isme behtari hai ki ek insaan ko sirf ushi ke saath rehna chaiye,
jisse saath woh rehna chahta hai, na ki kisi aise rishte ki wajahse, jisko woh kabhi dil se chahe hi na," he explained.
His words resonated deeply within me as I pondered over them throughout the journey home.
"Toh kal se shuru karte hain aapki mohabbat ko dhundna," he said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I could only hum in response to his words, unable to find any other words to reply.
Upon reaching home, I made a beeline for my room, shedding my clothes and slipping into bed.
As I lay there, my mind raced with thoughts of the events that would unfold tomorrow.
Adorning myself for our walima, I draped a stole around my shoulders and quietly made my way to another room, allowing her the privacy she needed to prepare.
There, I readied myself for the occasion, eager for the festivities to begin.
As I reached her door, I gently knocked and asked, "Kya mai andar ajaun?" Her soft reply of "haan" signaled my entry.
As the door opened, our eyes met, and I was struck by her breathtaking beauty.
"Aap taiyar hogi hain toh chalien, late ho jayenge," I said softly. With a simple nod, she replied, "Ji, chaliye."
As we sat in the car, a silence enveloped us, each lost in our own thoughts.
Upon reaching the hall, I noticed her nervousness, especially with the media presence.
I reassured her quietly that everything would be fine.
Stepping out of the car, the media bombarded us with questions: "Mam, mam, aapko kaisa lag raha hai?" "Aap itne bade businessman se shaadi kaise ki?" "Aap dono ki first meeting kaisi thi?"
Responding with my famous glare, I silenced them all, bringing an end to their questions.
As we entered the hall, we were greeted with congratulations from everyone present.
However, when Mrs. Zubair approached, I noticed Aayat trembling, as if she were afraid of something.
Curious about her reaction, I wondered why she would be afraid of her own mother.
Despite my concern, I decided to leave the topic aside, lost in my thoughts.
Mrs. Zubair eventually left, but I noticed Aayat's hands still shaking.
Sensing her fear, I gently inquired, "Aap thik ho, are you fine? Your hands are shaking. Everything is alright.
Shall we go back if you have any problem?" But she reassured me, "Ye... yess, I am fine.
No need. It's our function; we can't leave."
Respecting her response, I simply hummed, not wanting to make her feel more uncomfortable.
As we made our way home after the function, I mustered the courage to broach a sensitive topic with her.
"Did you get forced into this marriage? Kyunki aap toh kisi aur se mohabbat karti hai na, aur usse pana bhi chahati hai.
Phir kyun aapne mujhse nikkah kyu kiya?" I observed the visible shock on her face, her response faltering as she stuttered,
"Woh... woh mai woh..."
I sensed that she was concealing a significant truth, especially given her reaction when Mrs. Zubair appeared earlier, prompting her to tremble.
Realizing the depth of her discomfort, I reassured her, "Please, don't feel pressured to say anything. I'm not forcing you to reveal anything."
After mustering the courage, I spoke, my heart heavy with the weight of my words,
"But I've decided something: mai aapko aapki mohabbat se milwane mai aapki madad karunga."
She remained silent for a moment, processing my declaration.
Then, after a minute, she asked softly, "Kya... kya aap sachhi meri madad karenge?" I could only hum in response, my commitment unwavering.
Seeking further clarification, she queried, "Magar aap meri madad kyu karenge?" In response,
I explained that we cannot compel anyone to stay if they do not wish to, emphasizing the importance of being with someone out of love rather than obligation.
As she seemed lost in thought once more, I gently said, "Toh kal se shuru karte hain aapki mohabbat ko dhundna." Her response was a simple hum, indicating her understanding and acceptance of my proposal.
Though her response weighed heavily on my heart, it did not diminish my hope.
I held onto the belief that with time, she would come to love me as deeply as I loved her.
As we arrived home, thoughts of tomorrow occupied my mind as I drifted off to sleep.
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