A drop of tear streams down, realising the depth of their terrible situation where no-one is bother to hear him, or know his thoughts years back his parents, demanded him to marry, with in a blink of an eye happily gave into their decision though choosing a life-partner should've been his, being an obedient son quietly accepted it.
Now, when she owns his heart to an extent, that losing her would mean losing himself, they want him to divorce her ?
Is this some kind of a joke where they will make him do what they wish, as per their convenience does his saying doesn't hold importance ?
Why are they only thinking about her ?
Okay, they don't want to act like a selfish parent but then, how is this decision acceptable ?
As his parents, they should prioritise his dreams too why so authoritative to him ?
"Beta, hum jaante hain aap kya soch rahe hain" a voice came from behind grabbing his attention to speak sat beside him in an empty bench placed in the garden area "nahi, koi nahi jaanta ke mujh pe kya beet rahe hai, kaaye saalo pehle .. aap ke israr karne par maine nikkah kiya uske baad .. is rishte ko chalane ke liye khudko mentally strong kiya to make sure I stay loyal to her even though she was a child .. maine apne mann ko maar kar kisi ladki ke taraf aankh utha kar nahi dekha kyunke aapko zubaan de thi aur jaane anjaane mein biwi ko dil" he snorts "what did I get, huh ?" chuckled.
"Insult, disloyalty I understand back then wasn't aware about it but what about now even after we told her everything she is ready to leave me, why do think I will agree ?" he calmly, asked shafiq ji whose ashamed to even meet questionable gaze.
"Why do you think I will do what your saying .. I can't take decisions as per your wish .. I am not a toy jisko aap apne isharo par nachao sorry abu is sakht lehje mein baat karne ke liye lekin aapke in faislo ne majboor kardiya hai kyunke aap na uske tayaa abu ki hesiyat se soch rahe hain par main ik bachkaand ladki ke shohar jisko rishtaun ki sache pyaar ki qadr nahi joh itne selfish hai ke use apna aap dekhta hai baaki sab chup karke sune jaise ke hum bewaqoof haun" continues "I will not set her free not this easily .." determinedly, confessed.
"I'am sorry, I forced you but please set her free I won't be able to sleep with this lifelong guilt beta what I will answer my brother ?" shafiq ji, cried.
"Don't worry, I won't force her but I assure you it will be a forever end to this drama !" he added by standing up, pushing his hands inside the pocket of his jeans "kya matlab ?" shafiq ji, asks walking after him "kal shaam ko umar ki family ko dawat mein invite kijiye aapko milna chahiye us chomu jise aapke bahu ne chuna hai" shocking him.
He couldn't understand what's going on rushing inside told zahra ji who became more shocked it wasn't what they thought their son would do, he knows something is definitely cooking yet didn't push him to confess, his actual intention as their poor son is already going through a tough time.
Next morning, sidharth marched towards terrace looking for shehnaaz as she skipped breakfast, he stopped adil and zoya from running after her, she is not one of those people who can be explained it takes a lot of patience to handle someone like her they understand, after facing awful consequences reaches to witness her eating chocolates, having a very sweet conversation with her lover, fisting the hands behind his back, tried acting normal.
"Ahem .." clears throat, realising his presence the phone almost slipped from her hands.
"Aap ?!" her eyes widen, disconnecting call stares at him with both anxiousness, and nervousness it is kind of embarrassing doesn't matter if she does or doesn't consider him as her husband, just been caught red handedly for the second time last time she had a reason to escape !
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RomanceA short muslim base love story where heroin is a cute, naughty and stubbornly pampered child of khan family, hero is strict, protective makes sure to take decisions related to her it drives her insane due to which she hates him mostly, his controlli...