Author's POV
(After 2 months)
Saboor cleared his throat and said.
"As i am finally here, kyun na rukhsati kr di jaye ab toh Sumbul bhi kafi bdiya ho gyi h"
A blush coated her cheeks on his words. Everyone was happy except one soul. And she placed her rejection infront of everyone.
"Beta abhi Sumbul pd rhi h thoda ruk jao" his mother said with honey coated voice.
"Harz hi kya h jb sb khush h toh" Saboor said challenging his own mother.
"Kya bakwas kre ja rhe ho" his mother lost her cool and yelled throwing the phone from her hand.
"Ek hafte ke andar hmari mayoon h" he said in his dominating voice.
"Or tumhe lgta h m yeh hone dungi" she said gritting his teeth.
"Rok ske toh rok lijiye" he said and moved out from the lounge.
Tears threatened to flow from her eyes.
She gasped woking up from her dream.
And cried when reality hit her hard.
She went out to see wedding preparations were started but it was not hers
Hamza approached her and side hugged her form.
She sighed as she remembered what happened 2 months back.
Her tayi ammi proved her wrong in every situation. Saboor didn't hated Sumbul until that day.
Flashback
Sumbul went to university with Aman on his Annual function.She was happy seeing him doing the role of famous 'Zameendar'. No doubt his role of dominating and strong character suited him.
She smiled when he yelled loudly in the play at a 'Peasant'. Sure he was a great character.
As the play ended. Aman messaged to go home if she is not comfortable as it was very crowded place. And he knew she hated the crowded place.
She was walking as she find no rickshaw. And Aman stayed back as he was given the hosting role also.
She sighed as again she crossed the road for nth time to reach the home.
She stumbled as her slippers broke, she restrained herself from falling.
In the meantime Asfyandar came as he recognised her. He was Hamza's bestie. Every now and then he visited his house. He knows Sumbul very well and also knows that she is very naive and innocent.
"Gudiya where are you going" he asked pressing breaks.
"Bhai, me bs ghr ja rhi thi achanak se yeh jutti toot gyi" she said looking down at her broken slipper.
He didn't find it in manners that he should live her alone.
He asked her seat on the bike and she willingly agreed as it was so hot.
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