Hirat's POV:
Urghh! Why is it always us girls who gets nervous as heck when it comes to our weddings. I mean, Hashim's family wont bite me, right? I'm so lucky to have such heavenly in-laws, unlike those retarded piece of crap I got rid of ages ago,all by myself.
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Back then,
'Hirat beta,your phupo is waiting downstairs' called mum.
I shut my eyes tightly and took a deep breath. Mom came in my room and her eyes softened when she saw me getting this tensed.
'Beta,we're not forcing you into this. The decision is in your hands. Your happiness matters to us more than anything in this world. You do know that very well. Anyways,come quickly, they're waiting in the launge. Relax,okay?' she patted my cheek and left.
My paternal family had planned my marriage at my childhood with my cousin Shiraz,a burly gangster type guy,with sharp,rapist eyes. I had always loathe his presence, and still do. Whenever there was a gathering in which HE had to be there, I always skip that gathering,making all kinds of lame excuses.
'I'm saying a big fat 'no' and that's final' I thought,as I again took a long,deep breath to relax myself,which hardly did it's job and headed downstairs.
'Assalam-o-Alaikum' I greeted them flatly.
'Wa Alaikum Assalaaaam. Agayi meri bahu raani. Hayee Allah inni sohni lagrahi hai meri Gurya' said phupo in an annoying,snobby tone.
I remained silent and can feel Shiraz's sharp eyes starring at my direction. I clenched my jaws and looked straight at him. As our eyes met, he smirked. I supressed my urge to smack that smirk away from his face.
'Haan ji tou phir tayyari shuru kardain phir?' Phupo rather ordered than asking. Not to mention, very bossily.
'Excuse me? Shadi ki tayyarian? Aplogon nay haan kardi?!' I widened my eyes in disbelief and starred at my parents.
'Aray Razia(Hirats phupo). Pehlay Hirat tou haan karday' said dad. 'Phir karlena tayyari'
'Hirat ko bhi manzoor hai. Haina Hirat?' Phupo asked me. Correction: TOLD me,and rather forcefully.
'Let's get this straight phupo, mujhay Nahi karni issay shadi.' I said,while looking straight at her.
Phupo gasped loudly.' Kyaa? Tumhai Zara sa andaaza bhi hai tum Kya kehrahi hou Hirat?' She glared at me.
'Andaza Nahi hai phupo. Yaqeen hai. Bilkul hosh aur hawaas Mai kehrahi hoon Kay mujhay apkay is awara,tharki aur characterless Betsy say shadi Nahi karni. Kabhi note bhi Kiya hai kesi nazron say dekhta hai mujhay. Iski gandi nazron say Allah har larki ko bachaye rakhay. Sorry phupo,but mujhay yeh shadi bilkul manzoor Nahi. I don't give a freaking shit Kay aplogon nay bachpan Mai Kya socha aur faisla Kiya. Aplog hotay kon hain apnay bhateejion(nieces) Kay zindagi Kay faislay khud karnay walay? Agar mana kardoon tou jesay aasmaan girgaya hou aplogon Kay saron par. So,conclusively, my answer is NO!' After my longass lecture, I got up and headed towards my room. All I heard was phupo saying,' yaani hamaray marhoom shohar ki khuvahish Matti Mai?'
'Larki ki razamandi(agreement) Kay baghair koi nikkah Nahi hota. Ab bus aesa hi samjhain' said mom calmly.
'Hamari beti ki khushi tamaam rishtay naaton say ziada important hai.' Said dad.
I mentally hugged my parents.
'Theek hai Ali( dad). Theek Hai. Ab ainda mujhay apni shakal mat dikhana. Tum mujhay uljhay hou. Razia Ahmed Khan say. Dekhloongi. Tum sab ko dekhloongi' saying this they left.
I finally stopped eavesdropping and entered my room. I looked at myself on the mirror. The quiet,calm Hirat had turned herself into a brave, steadfast one.
'I'm so proud of you Api' a soft voice said. I jumped 'Haya! You scared me'
I said with my breath hitched in my throat.
'No Api,YOU scared me. You've always been brave yet so soft spoken, but today, you've just scared the hell out of me by showing your this side. I'm really impressed,knowing my sister can tackle with the world' she smiled warmly.
I smiled back. 'Thanks. I'm glad you took it in a positive way. That's how you deal with this cruel,harsh world'.
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Now,
I grinned widely, recalling my past 'rishta' scene. And the guy who asked for my hand now,is now who I truly deserve. Hashim: this name sends shivers down my spine and adds warmth to my cheeks. I can't wait to meet him!
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