ISHQ

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Izzah clutched the plain bedsheet in her grasp when she felt the door being pushed open.

Vo waqt bhi aa gya jika use intezar nahi tha.

Instead of lowering her gaze to the bedsheet, she voidly gazed out of the big window in his room.

She could see the moon shining brightly at her and she couldn't help but think that this moon would accompany her for the entire night tonight.

The night of her misery where she would be reminded of her behaya karnamein and most probably would be given saza of the gunaah she had committed.

She could feel his pricking gaze on her and as the room wasn't decorated, his nazrein were solely fixed on his biwi and not any phool.

Haidar seemed to be in a trance seeing his amanat finally being his. Her face wasn't covered with any dupatta like others on their shaadi ki pehli raat giving him access to her noorani face directly.

Well, his plain bina saja hua room was giving away that this was actually not the typical shaadi ki raat between him and her, all thanks to her and him.

With her hazel eyes casted on the window, her angelic face void of any emotions and trace of makeup, the small diamond nose pin adorning her button nose, her pink plump lips pulled into a thin line, her mehendi wale haath, those black locks coming out from the loose braid and that purana Eid ka joda which she got stitched two years back which now clung to her soft frame like a glove as she had been filled in a good way in these two years... She truly looked like a hoor.

But instantly he was reminded of her previous acts and how this nikaah had been forced on her by him splashing cold water on his armaan and desires.

He wasn't her chahat and the mere thought pained him and his dil.

She didn't for once look in his direction as he went towards the bathroom to change into a t-shirt and shorts and whilst coming out he made no move to make her comfortable in his kamra as he lied down on his side of the bed and closed the light whilst she remained seated like before, not moving an inch.

He sighed tiredly pinching the bridge of his nose as he spoke the first words to her after their nikaah,

"Sone ka iraada nahi hai kya mohtarma? Ya fir kal college dark circles ke saath jana hai?"

Izzah looked at him bewildered, the first expression visible in her face after shaadi.

Was he not going to qaid her in these four walls, forever under his qaabu?

Was he allowing her to continue her studies that too from the next day after their nikaah?

Most importantly,

Was he okay with her going in that college between those people?

She found her voice getting back as she questioned lowly,

"Main kal se hi college jaungi?"

Haidar rolled his eyes and replied,

"Kyun kya hum kal honeymoon par ja rahe hain jo tum college nahi jaogi?"

Izzah felt her heart race wildly listening his blunt reply but then he was quick to add,

"Vaise bhi jaise tumhare karnamein hai, tum honeymoon par le jane layak ho nahi."

Ouch.

That hurted but Izzah quickly shrugged the hurt away as she laid down on the bed facing her back to him.