Vasl-e-Yaar

6

"Laraib, neeche aao. Chalne ka time ho gaya hai." She heard her mother yell loudly from downstairs.

(Laraib, come downstairs. It's time to go.)

It was a week full of realizations.
She felt how wrong she was at every step.
She felt like cursing herself for even believing people like them, going through something she shouldn't have in first place and making them feel like they were able to affect and use her.

Anabiya and Hammad's wedding was fixed after a week.
Yes, only after a week and today was the mehendi.

Laraib didn't know what hurry they had or what it was.
She just didn't want to attend these functions in the first place.

But her mamajaan and mamijaans had specially asked Laraib to come and play the role of only nand of Anabiya and the saali of Hammad when they had invited the Rehmanis.
She scoffed when she heard these terms but then she realized her uncles and aunties didn't know about a single thing.
They weren't a part of anything.

The worst part was that her mamijaans, Anabiya's mother and Hammad's mother had asked Laraib to arrange outfits for Anabiya for each and every wedding functions.
Isn't Anabiya even ashamed of wearing Laraib's outfits?
One place she taunts Laraib's store and now she will wear the same store's dresses on the most important days of her life, her wedding.

With a bitter feeling, Laraib had asked her assistant to deliver an outfit for each function at Akram Haveli without even describing the requirements.
She had no time for such people.
She was only being a part of this wedding as a guest that too because her mamijaans had specially requested.

Spraying her chanel perfume on her wrist and her neck, she wore her heavy and elegant earrings, secured her heels and got up, dusting the invisible dust from her outfit.
She was wearing long beige colored pants with golden dust, a orange colored top that fell below her waist, a golden belt around her small waist above which was a handwork embroidery done by herself.

She had designed this outfit long back and was hanging in her closet since long. Now was the time she chose to wore it.

Her heels clicked on the marble staircase as she moved down and finally walked where her mother was standing, completely ready in a green colored outfit.

Her father had taken the extra time to read the usual newspaper and Wajeeh was beside him doing something on his mobile dressed in a white shirt and pants.
So much for an ethnic look for his bestfriend's wedding, Laraib thought.

"Laraib!" She heard a shocked yell.

"Jee ammi?" Laraib glanced at her mother with an unbothered face.

(Yes mother?)

"Ye kya pehna hai tumne?" She asked.
"Kapde." Laraib deadpanned.

(What are you wearing?)
(Clothes.)

"Laraib ye mazaak ka samay nahi hai. Tumhe pata hai na hum Anabiya ki mehendi ke liye ja rahe hai. Na tou tumne kuch bright pehna hai aur upar se pata hai na tumhari nanijaan kaise bartaaw karengi tumhe aise kapdo me dekh kar." Walda spoke.
She never minded Laraib wearing anything but the place they were going to and for he purpose, this didn't work for now.

(Laraib, this is not the time to joke. You know right we are going for Anabiya's mehendi. Not even you are wearing anything bright and then I have no idea how your grandmother might react seeing you in an outfit like this.)

"Mai jo pehanti hu khudke liye hota hai. Na ki nanijaan ko impress karne ke liye. Karne de jaisa bartaaw karengi." Laraib gritted out.

(I wear clothes for myself. Not to impress grandmother. Let her do whatever she wants to.)