Broken desires

4: Holding her hand

4

"And think for yourself if I had agreed to marry you when you already knew that I like Ruby. Wouldn't it be a problem between us..? I am sure that after my yes, you yourself would have reported me to Baba. "Huzaifa suddenly defended himself.

Moomal staring at him, couldn't help but slightly smile at his words.

Huzaifa suddenly took her hand in his hold again and placed her palm painted with henna in front of him. And as before, he began to look at the design carefully.

His action made her even more restless. She felt difficulty breathing.

It wasn't that Huzaifa had never touched or held her hand before. Rather, since their childhood, holding Moomal's hand was his favorite thing to do. However, each time, her heart would start pounding, as if feeling something dangerous.

And each time she would pull her hand away from him as if she had been electrocuted.

"Why are you holding my hand again and again? You know I don't like it" she said frowning.

"I know, but just before coming to the Room, Rabia Papi told me that mehndi Artist has written my name on your hand in such a way that I won't find it even if I look for it until dawn, so sit still and let me find my name. "

After saying this, he put the palm of her hand closer to his face and started looking for his name. At this, she could only sigh.

She looked at his tilted head, he was so concentrated that some lines had appeared on his forehead.

Five minutes passed, but he refused to give up and was still looking for his name.

She still had her gaze on his face, but her mind was already lost in her world.

How strange it was, he was so eagerly trying to find his name on her palm, but did he ever realize that she had been hiding his name in her heart for so many years.

This henna will vanish in a few days, but the name is written on her heart may never vanish till her last breath.

Why..? Is it so impossible to find his love in her eyes..?

"Here it is! Found it..!!" He tilted his head up and almost yelled in triumph.

His face was full of happiness as if he had found something very special.

"Easy, why are you yelling this...?" Moomal said, but seeing him like this, she had a smile on her lips too. Despite her hurting just a few moments before, she couldn't help but feel happy with him.

Moomal, I found my name..! Look how tiny and beautiful it is,  it was really hard to find!" He said with a big smile. His eyes were twinkling like a child.

Subconsciously, he started massaging the small inscription on Moomal's palm with his thumb, as if wanting to feel it.

However, unknown to Huzaifa, his small gesture had snatched away the smile on her face. She felt her face getting hot, she gulped and quickly turned her gaze away from his smiling face.

Huzaifa was still saying something, and, luckily, he had released her hand from his grip.

As soon as Moomal's hand was freed from Huzaifa's grip, she hid it under her other hand. But she did not let any dark shadow of her heart appear on her face.

For years, she had beautifully hidden her emotions, then why all of a sudden is it getting harder and harder to hide her emotions..?

Is it because of their marriage...?

Even after knowing that Huzaifa could never give her the real status of a wife, Has she made a mistake by marrying him?

4

"Hey, I am talking to you, what are you thinking..?" Huzaifa waved his hand in front of her face and drew her attention to him.

With a jolt, Moomal came out of her thoughts.

Huzaifa has already climbed out of the bed and was now standing in front of her, taking off his cuff links and placing them on the side table.

"Nothing ..." she said in a light voice.

"It's getting late, I'm going to freshen up. Until you remove this heavy jewelry and make-up too.  In these heavy things, you don't look like my Moomal at all."

Huzaifa said, rubbing her head, and stepped into the bathroom with his T-shirt and trousers in his hands.

"my Moomal" she repeated his words. Since their childhood, he has always called her his Moomal.

If she's his, then why could he never give her even a small place in his heart..?

She was his, but he never gave her the right to call him her.

What kind of relationship is this between them..?

This time she was unable to control her emotions.

With teary eyes and a heavy heart, she got out of bed holding her heavy skirt and sat down in front of the dressing table.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror.

In all this jewelry and makeup, she was looking very beautiful. Very different but attractive to look at.

However, to her, it was as if her reflection was mocking her for her fate.

So what if you look beautiful..? Even with this beauty, you can never become his bride.

This adornment that you have made to please him, he doesn't even like your appearance.

He doesn't care at all.

As always, you're still just his good friend and nothing more.

Despite being well aware of the reality of their marriage, she could not stop her crazy heart from feeling this pain.

With trembling hands, one by one, she began to take off all her jewelry with her rough movements, causing red scratches to appear on her neck and wrists.

She couldn't stop her eyes from raining. Biting her lips hard, she was trying very hard to stop her sobs from coming out, but it was as if they were now uncontrollable as just after a few seconds she was loudly crying her heart out.

These tears felt like her years of waiting.

Two years ago, when he told her about Ruby, she had forced herself to believe that Huzaifa would never be hers. Then why did fate play such a disgusting game with her...?

Why did she have to face this pain..?! When she hasn't done anything wrong..?

She had never hurt anyone, had never fought with anyone, then why..?

Why did fate tie them with such a strong relationship when she couldn't even call him she's..?

Just to break her heart in pieces..?

Why..?!

Just why?!!

She was so lost in her pain and agony that she didn't even notice that Huzaifa had already came out of the bathroom after washing up.