I threw my self on the bed. What the hell I was thinking? I shouldn't agree with Aiby bhaiyya in the first place.
Sobbing on the bed, I heard Shehriyar's phone beeping on the floor. I ignored it but it beeped again. Then again. I grabbed it from the floor. Unlocked it and saw several messages from some...
Arisha??
Hey Sherry.
I miss you.
My parents aren't home come we'll have fun.
Then a picture was attached to the last message. A girl in barely clothes. I was disgusted. I immediately closed it then threw the phone away.
**
My cheeks hurt from fake smiling at everyone we meet. My eyes were only looking for one person.
AMAN BHAIYYA.
I haven't seen him for almost a week. I am guilty as hell for making them fight because of me.
Shehriyar was beside me wearing a black tuxedo. Everyone in the room thinks that we are-oh so loving couple-but they don't know that we have not talked to each other from a week. He came late every night from the office and leave early every morning.
I roamed my eyes all over the room full of people, dressing up like they will walk on a ramp walk any minute. I rolled my eyes. I don't care anymore whatever they wore or how good they were looking. I accepted that no matter how hard I try I would never be like them.
I wore a simple but gorgeous black shining gown matched with Shehriyar's tuxedo.
Someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned and saw Aiby Bhaiyya was grinning ear to ear. Finally! "Congratulations bhabhi. Here." He handed me a phone. I lift up one of my eyebrows at him. "Tumhara phone mere hotel par kho gaya tha to maine socha I owe you.
Your phone was lost at my hotel so I thought I owe you."
I grinned at him. "Thanks." If I would not need the phone so damn much I would have said no to him.
"Madam, agar aap ka ho gaya ho apne mehmano se baat karna to hum aur logon se milen?
If you are done chatting with your guests can we meet other people?" Shehriyar taunted eyeing Aiby bhaiyya.
Aiby bhaiyya rolled his eyes but didn't say anything he knows if he utter a word it won't end well but before we could move from there a voice interrupted us. "Sherry."
"Shit." Aiby Bhai and Shehriyar muttered simultaneously and shared glances.
"So, this is your wife?" A very familiar woman smiled at me. I forced a smile on my face too.
She raised her hand to shook and I absentmindedly shook, trying to remember where have I seen her.
"Mujhe pata nahi tha Sherry ne tumhe bhi invite kiya hai Arisha.
I didn't know Sherry also invited you Arisha.
Then it him me.
SHE IS ARISHA.
Her almost naked picture was in front of my eyes since that day.
My heart dropped in my chest. That feeling of 'Out Of Place' was there for an hour but now, it reached it's peak.
I wanted to leave now.
She hugged Shehriyar.
"No his mother did."
I was relieved...a bit.
"Bohot time ho gaya hum sabko mile hue.
Its been so long since we all met." She turned to Aiby, "Yum kaise ho Aiby.
How are you, Aiby?" She then side hugged Aiby bhaiyya.
Side hugged aiby bhaiyya and give my husband a full hug in front of me. Noted.
"Ek minute pehle to acha tha phir maine tumhe dekh liya...ab aur bhi zyada acha hoon.
I was fine a minute ago, then I've seen you...now I am more than okay."
She made a not interested face "Nevermind. So, what's your name?"
"Hooriya"
"Hooriya Shehriyar Hadi." Aiby bhaiyya completed.
She forced a smile on her beautiful face but we all can see how pissed she was. At that time, I really want to laugh out loud and jump in joy but I can't.
"Tell me you're jealous." Aiby bhaiyya whispered in my ear as Shehriyar and rish got busy in their own conversation.
"Main kyu hongi?
Why would I be?"
"Kyunki tum uski wife ho.
Because you're his wife." He simply stated.
"Main nahi hoon.
I am not."
"Tum uski biwi nahi ho?
What? You are not his wife?"
"Main jealous nahi hoon.
I am not jealous."
"Hona to chahiye.
You should be."
"Kyu hona chahiye
Why I should be?"
"Kyunki tum uski biwi ho.
Because you're his wife."
I gave him a bored look. As he was about to repeat his words Shehriyar's parents approached us.
"Arisha, kaisi ho? We have not seen each other in a while." They hugged each other.
"Yes, actually main out of country thi.
I was out of the country. Aunty."
"Really? Kahan gai thi?Where have you been?"
"Bahamas. Girls trip."
Girls trip??? They're parents allowing them to go on a girls trip? Alone?
"Must be fun?"
"Yup."
"Next time we'll go there. Me, Sheez, Sherry and you."
Even the fake smile has gone from My face.
"No thanks. Main apni wife ke sath travel karna prefer karunga Isey pata hai how to take care of me.
I prefer to travel with my wife she knows how to take care of me."
I raised my brows. Wow.
"Uhh...rish let's go and dance." Aiby bhaiyya offered. He knew that there going to be a family seen in here.
"No, I am okay here."
"C'mon rish...tum itna bhi bura dance nahi karti.
You are not that bad at dance, are you?" Aiby bhaiyya dragged her to the dance floor.
"To tumne kar hi liya ye tamasha jabki hum ne mana kara tha tumhe ye karne ke liye.
So you did this even though we told you not to do this spectacle." Shehriyar's mother started.
"Jaise aap yahan aa gayi jab ki maine aap ko invite hi nahi kiya tha. Like you are here even though I didn't invite you."
I looked at Shehriyar in shock he didn't tell his parents about this!!
"Humein apne bete ke reception par aane ke liye kisi invitation ki zarurat nahi hai. Aur agar hum nahi aate to log kya kehte ke hum koi broken family hain.
We don't need an invitation to come to our son's reception. And If we have not come what would people say that we are some broken family."
"Yeah, right." Shehriyar rolled his eyes.
"Sherry at least isko kuch dhang ka pehna dete.
At least make her wear something better." His mom hissed. My eyes instantly went down to check my dress.
What's wrong with it?
"Mom ye dress maine choose kari hai uske liye, aur wo wahi pehnti hai jo mujhe pasand hota hai.
Mom I chose this dress for her and she wears whatever I like."
Okay so I am officially invisible here.
I glared at the women in front of me. Do all the Indian mothers-in-laws have a right to insult their daughters-in-laws?
"Okay. Lekin isko jewellery dhang ki pehna dete ahh...look at the lipstick shade. God....
But at least make her wore better jewellery and ahh...look at the lipstick shade. God...."
Tears welled up in my eyes and all the I don't care faze gone in hell.
"Mom please, for God sake." He emphasized.
"Fine. Main bhi dekhti hoon tumhara ye drama kitne din tak chalta hai.
Let me see how long all of this your drama will go?"
"Main aati hoon.
I'll be right back. I said and walked off.
"Hooriya," he called after me but I didn't listen.
Am I that ugly?
I don't fit into his world. These things aren't for me.
I rushed into the washroom, I held my self from breaking down But to my bad luck, it was crowded with so many girls. My emotions compressed by the scene in front of my eyes. Some were taking selfies, some were touching up their makeups and some were just gossiping.
As I walked in I heard shushed sounds like
'Who is she?'
'The Wife.'
'The bitch.'
'Downmarket.'
I locked my self in a toilet. How am I going to be out now?
I spend their good ten minutes, Crying. I don't know what else to do.
When I finally decided to go out, someone splashed the whole bucket of water on me from the above. I gasped. What the hell.
I was breathing heavily. I was not recovered from the previous incident when again someone emptied the whole dustbin on me.
Oh my god.
"Stop!!" I shouted, helplessly.
I opened the door. There was no one. I cleaned my self as much as possible then went out. Tears weren't stopping from my eyes.
Shehriyar was standing in front of the bathroom. "What the hell happened to you?"
"Kuch nahi hua.
Nothing."
"Hooriya..." He whispered.
"Its nothing." Frustrated, I hissed.
He observed me for a moment then said. "Chalo.
Let's go."
"Kahan?
Where?"
"Just...follow me." I followed after him. I wasn't in a mood to talk to anyone....especially him.
***
"Hum kahan jaa rahein hain Aiby bhaiyya?
Where are we going Aiby bhaiyya?" I asked in the middle of the way.
Shehriyar glanced at me whilst driving. Checking, what's wrong with me? He never saw me this annoyed before but the things that happened to me tonight were not very joyful to go with. I don't know if I am overreacting and I don't know if I am reacting at all or not. I don't know if I should tell him or not what happened in the toilet.
"Uhh...Sherry bata na isko.
Sherry tell her naa."
They both looked scared. Wait, weren't they mad at each other half and an hour ago?
"Uhh...actually, Hooriya... hum hospital jaa rahein hein.
We are going to the hospital."
"Hospital? Kyu?
why?"
Suddenly my heartbeat increased and tension started at the pit of my stomach. My mind directly went to my father. He was sick. My throat dried and I didn't dare ask further question.
We pull over at the hospital gate.
My heartbeat increased, even more, when Shehriyar takes my hand in his tightly. Something bad is going to happen. My footsteps grew heavier by every step I took.
"Hooriya..." He stopped and turned to face me, his tone sent shivers down my spine.
I want to stop him from talking but I also want to know what happened. "Tumhare father—
Your father-" my eyes widened in horror. My knees become weaker.