Azmaish-e-Ishq

Ch. 17: The Red Ghost

🎶"O Naiya doob gayi saddi, o bacheya kinara vi nai. Ho dil te launa paina ae, horr koi chara vi nai. Gal tera lekha di nai, lekh meri vi maahd ve. Chann mainu kithon mil jaanda je mileya taara vi nai? Ve jaa ve Ranjheya, mera intezaar na kar. Haaye, Heer teri ne leke aauni choori nai.

Our boat has drowned, not even the shore is left. We have to put our heart to it, there is no other option. It's not about your destiny, my destiny is also bad. How would I have gotten the moon when I didn't even the get the star? Go, Ranjha, don't wait for me. Your Heer isn't coming with sweet crumbled bread."🎶

- Zaroori Nai | Jaani | Afsana Khan

Salaar's P.O.V.

"Wait here," I told Heer quietly, letting go of our luggage upon reaching the front door of my flat. It was half past midnight.

She was silent the entire ride to London, her face blank with tears dripping down her cheeks occasionally.

She didn't respond nor did she look at me, simply standing under the doorframe as I entered and went to my room.

I took the canvas off the wall and hid it under the bed. I then moved all of my belongings on the dressing table to one side to make room for my wife's things.

My wife.

Heer was now my wife.

I was still processing the fact.

My legs quickly carried me to my closet, and I shoved all my hanging clothes to one end before going to the dresser, clearing the top two drawers and stuffing my other shirts and pants into the bottom two. I wasn't prepared for her arrival.

I wasn't aware I was going to get married when I left for what would become mine and Heer's wedding.

When I returned to Heer, she was just as I had left her, still as a statue in her sparkling red full-sleeved lehenga, her dupatta covering her curled black hair.

"Okay, you can come in," I grabbed her roller luggage along with my duffel bag and began making my way back to my room, expecting her to follow. But she didn't.

I turned back around, "Heer?" I let go of the luggage and took her hand, tugging her inside gently as I searched her eyes. I shut the door behind her and collected the bags once more, leading her to the bedroom.

After setting the bags against the wall, I sat her down on the stool in front of the dressing table.

Her eyes remained downcast, staring absentmindedly at the tabletop.

"You can get comfortable and take out your pajamas from your bags. I'll get you some water and leave it on the side table while you get changed in the bathroom."

I left to the kitchen. As I poured some water into a glass, the questions on my mind since the afternoon flashed in my head over and over again—what happened? What happened to my butterfly that she was stoic and unable to not cry every 10 minutes? Why did she agree to marry me? Where the f*ck was Kamran and and why did not come to her house?

After Anne asked me to help Imran Uncle, I went to the backyard and helped him move some chairs before informing Daniaal I was going home until the ceremony would start. I didn't have it in me to be there longer than necessary. Plus, the house was swarming with guests. No one would notice my absence.

I spent nearly an hour in my bedroom when I got a phone call in panic from Ami, asking me where I was and if I was able to get in touch with Heer. When I explained I didn't know what she was talking about, she explained Heer had gone somewhere with Haniya and wasn't answering her phone.