Belongs To You.

My Catastrophe.

"Baba, you can't force me into this!" She haven't felt this vulnerable in her life ever before, let it be in front of her parents or anybody else, she couldn't be vulnerable, because she wasn't made like this. She was strong and vigilant and that what she wanted to be shown.

Her eyes was pooling with the blood and tears of misery, disbelief, pain and certain heart wrenching emotions. Her father shook his head. His face cased with decency, nothing else.

In the middle of her sobs, she felt a heavy hand on the top of her hairs. He was her father. Her head bowed, involuntary and, spite of utter dejection she was bowing her head to his father decision. She sobbed, that went unheard before the crowd of her family gathered in her room.
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"You look beautiful in red!" Her mother beside her, praised her reflections in the mirror.

The red bride with welled up face. She could see the shackle and failure more than beauty

"I know, I look beautiful but what do I do with this beauty? I am not all about beauty, I had this soul who seek to do something and this mind who aim to create the world but Ammi, you have just seen my beauty. I am more than beautiful." Her heavy voice wasn't get ignored, ammi with shivering lips, trying to nibble her whimper, placed her head on her daughter's shoulder. She passed a shudder to her mother body as her mother mumbled a silent sorry, she was living in a prison herself. Despite of knowing: she is more than beautiful, her mother couldn't do anything in this.
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"Do you accept Ibrahim Ahmed Shah as your husband now?"
Did she? She have no answer, but she had to give an answer to the crowd gathered there for them.
Denial will not be an answer, it will be a shame. A shame that she and her family will be facing for rest of their life, in case.
Hence, she gulp a sob and with heavy heart and shivering voice, her vocal cords whispered,
"I do!" and they did heard that.
The rest of the event was a blurry version of her nikkah behind her glossy tears.
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The curtains were rolled away with a heavy moonlight founding it's space into the room, onto the forced bride, ornamented on the bed.

Before he stepped in the room, his cologne fit into the space, a very heavy, intolerable heavy cologne.

She didn't raised up her chin from her forced mehndhi strained hands. She couldn't. Her teeth gritted with an urge to not scream of misery.

With a very gentle steps, she felt his cologne coming closer to her and she sneezed.

Allergic to fragrances.

She rubbed her nose with a lazy tissue paper crinkled in her palm and inhale a noisy breath.

The bed sheet ceased as He settled himself before her and with his very calloused and gentle touch, he raised her chin.
She looked at his shoulder and didn't meet his eyes. She could sense the curve around his mouth though and the glitter of the moment.
He stroke the corner of her jaw, making her to meet his glistening smile gaze.

"Nhi pehchani?" He mouthed. She frowned and gulped. His smile grew larger on the heavenly catastrophic face of his.

Her frown fall away and the mouth opened in a little 'o'.

Ibrahim Ahmed Shah. He threatened her 4 months back and here he was, with all the rights to sit before her.

"Ibrahim!" She sighed, he nodded with a slight twirl across his mouth.
His palmed creep up to her cheek and he stroke it tenderly.

"So it will be more easy, now." She leaned out of his touch with a little smirk.

"Look, Ibrahim. As you already know, I am forced into this. So don't expect anything from me, or else, heaven swears, I can kill you and kill myself later. How beautiful of the love story that would be?" The way her sound flutter, it have a challenge for him to take a step and she would turn him into ashes.