ANKAHE ALFAAZ (COMPLETED)

Chapter 33

"Do you shehnaaz shafiq, daughter of javed shafiq accept sidharth khan, son of zulfiqaar khan, as your husband ?" Qaazi sahab asked shehnaaz her pretty brown orbs filled with unshed tears reflecting extreme hatred towards him it made poor sidharth anxious however remained silent. 

Everybody started murmuring .. plastering smile amma jaan patted her head due to which she reluctantly uttered "Qubool hai (I do)" breath sigh of relief.

He repeats same question twice "Qubool hai" and third time "Qubool hai" in soft cracking voice, almost made her choke. 

"Do u sidharth khan son of zulfiqaar khan take shehnaaz shafiq daughter of javed shafiq, as your wife ?" Qaazi sahab asked, without even thinking for a second happily replied. 

"Qubool hai" 

"Qubool hai" 

"Qubool hai" 

Amma jaan delightfully kissed their head followed by javed ji and zubaida ji others congratulated them by feeding sweet "shehnaaz thoda smile karde I don't want my beautiful sister to ruin her makeup" raheem, suggested. She reluctantly gave into his demand although struggling hard to breath, forget about smiling or posing for camera, her tears are unstoppable. 

"Sir madam ka haath toh pakadiye !" directed one of their camera men, she gritted teeth feel like punching him yet controlled from knocking him down. 

He rightfully does many of their relatives stood by their side happily posing infront of camera. He doesn't leave her hand nor she asked him to because people are shamelessly roaming around them looking for gossip. 

To be very honest, sidharth gave world chance to insult her by taking haste decision ruined their peace, lives and happiness. He didn't ever made right choice. He chose someone whose not worthy of love or affection. He chose someone whose best at cursing her own relationships. 

Today, when she looks at saman her sinful heart aches, feels ashamed she cannot even meet her eyes displaying pure affection when she had prayed enviously for her death, proves how loving saman is while she was a snake back then truly saman is way better than her she deserves the best. 

He is joyfully smiling at cameras, his bestfriend, his love became his forever reason to smile lead a peaceful life. He cannot thank god enough finally his bacha beautifully emerged to be his wife. He feels complete and satisfied it never happened during his nikkah with saman. He was feeling weird, lot of stress, tension, uneasiness and unhappiness had locked his breath. 

He was unable to understand, everything was happening as per his choice little did he know his heart solely belonged to shehnaaz. He was feeling so unhappy and anxious back then since his feelings were unknown to him, a constant battle was being played between confused heart and brain. 

Thankfully, everything is sorted maybe this is how it was meant to be .. we don't realise his plans blaming others and time just worried about his cute babe whose broken beyond repair ... she doesn't wanna talk to him .... let alone forgiveness ... his decision ruthlessly broke her apart ... she used to respect love and care most about him. 

Now she is least bothered about her attitude towards him, wanna hurt him break him, make him feel what she had gone through, surely has too many misunderstandings which should to be cleared soon. He promises to make shehnaaz happy, to return back her lost smile and peace, to build a broken wall of love, trust and friendship, to secure special place in her heart, if not husband wife relationship atleast friendship could be granted. 

"Bohut khoobsurat lag rahe ho !" leaning closer, he slightly murmured, he expected her to smile or joyfully blush like she used to during their golden  days of friendship instead saw her face hardened. 

He hate himself for unintentionally doing this to her, she loved him didn't deserve to be shattered "haath chodiye !" trying to let go off his hold. She cannot tolerate anymore "sabne dekh liya drama khatum" bitterly, spat. 

What the fuck, did she lost her sense "kya matlab ?" displeasingly, asked ruthlessly piercing his heart "aapko jawab de nahin hoon" she replied, it automatically made him let go off her hands. 

He asked himself to calm down and patiently handle her instead of being angry on her baseless accusations "bhai aap dono ke liye khanna" plates loaded with food "mujhe bhook nahi" she uttered, looking away. 

"Tu mehmaan dekh I will handle her !" he assured, rehaan goes to attend guests personally made sure warm food is being served "I know you hate sitting beside me phir bhi I request you to have something, amma jaan is watching us, open your mouth, let me feed you" she shook head. 

"Main khud khaa sakte hoon !" as if he didn't know "chup chap muh khol amma jaan hamare taraf dekh rahe hain, do you wanna hurt her ?" she is helpless plastering smile gave into his demand, amma jaan smiled. 

"Kitne asaane se aap sabko bewaqoof bana laite hain" sarcastically told, taunting him without any reason "kisko banaya ?" furrowed eyebrows. 

"Like seriously, pehle shaadi karke mujhe takleef de, dusre shaadi karke saman ko dairahe hain, waah kitne chant hain aap jab marzi pyaar karlo emotional fool bana kar sabke feelings ke saath khail loh" his heart feels stabbed, crushed and mercilessly ripped out of his body. 

He badly want to shut her mouth, how dare she accuse him, controlling aggression kept down spoon and clenched his palm.Before he loses his temper quickly messaged rehaan to end function. 

"Kya huwa, khanna khatum kyun nahin kiya ?" worriedly, asked javed ji. 

"Bass hogaye, hum kaafi thak gaye hain .." she lied, want to escape the dramatic wedding as soon as possible, once used to be her dream. 

"Ek ghante baad, sab chale jayenge phir araam kar laina" he informed. 

"You both look perfect !" saman genuinely, praises didn't dare to smile innocent heart apologised feeling pathetic. 

"Thanks" half heartedly, he appreciated. 

"Theek hona, shehnaaz ?" she asked, noticing her getting uncomfortable. 

"Hmmm" remorsefully, nodded. 

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