POSHEEDA

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Author pov

    Shehnaaz was confused when he meant by that but her mind went completely blur as he pressed his wet lips against her neck. She wide her eyes turning around and pushed him away instantly, he groaned in disappointment but cadged her between dressing table and himself by putting hands on either side of her

  She has no idea why suddenly he's caressing skin of her cheeks lovely. Alcohol surely has messed up his mind

She gulped really hard when he cupped her face gently and kissed on her forehead, she never knew man like him can act this gentle with someone after being drunk and also the way he was looking was like he's been in love with her forever. She kept hands on his chest to maintain little distance between them on which he sighed heavily after nodding

"I get it" He took few steps back, she raised her eyebrow at him

"Humara Nikkah hogaya hai kisi aur ke sath aur hum wese bhi apke liye na-mehrum hai so it's wrong to touch you" He put his hands up in surrender manner

What was he talking about? She wondered how is he na-mehrum for her when he's literally her husband and Nikkah with someone else, is he thinking of her as someone else? That thought cross her mind and she decided to check it

"Sidharth?" She carefully helped him as he was getting little tipsy and made him take seat on bed carefully, she sighed looking at him. Reason alcohol is haram because you are not even your sense you can't even tell difference between your wife and sister

"Hum theek hai" He assured her, gently getting his hand out of hers thinking she might not like if he touches her in any way also he has this thing in mind that he's married

He kept hands on either mattress side of himself, with his head hanging low, he lift his gaze to look at woman in front of him again, all he could think is that it's her, after not being able to find her at red lights murtaza kinda insists him to drink. He's not drinker and has only drink twice in his life, right now being second one out of frustration and anger

"Ap hume kyun dundh rahe the?" She asked in her soft voice understanding situation that being harsh or rude won't work right now

"Hum apko nahi dundhe toh kisko dundhe ge jis din se apki ankhon mein dekha hai bas apko chaha hai ishq sa hogaya hai har waqt apke bare mein sochte hain, hume srif ap chahiye aur koi bhi nahi" He confessed honestly with passion and logging in his eyes. She doesn't know why but find hard to sallow it, here she was sure that he's talking about some other woman not her

"A-apki wife ka kya phir?" She asked. Her voice cracked and felt her heart dropping, she has no idea why shes feeling this low. He looked at her and patted empty place beside him to sit on, she did as he told her to

"Wo humari responsibility hain and hamesha rahen gi I can never leave her per hum apse yeh wada kar sakte hain ke hum apko unse agy rakhe ge bas humse Nikkah ke liye haan krden" She doesn't know how she should feel about this happy or sad

She should be happy that he's not just sticking on this marriage and she can later ask for separation, he will surely be able to handle this manner with their parents but she doesn't feel it's right, her mind think of this as perfect idea but her heart was telling her to throw water at him and demand him to leave that woman he's so passionately talking about

She looked at him who laid on bed with his shoes on and within seconds this man was already in deep sleep, she didn't expected her wedding night to be like this at all, where is husband comes drunk and confessed to woman who isn't even her to add more to it he's willing to freaking marry her already, what's so special about her

"Esa kya hai us aurat ki ankhon mein ke unki ishq hogaya" She murmured roughly getting off bed holding her garara in hands

"Jise marzi karen Nikkah mera kya ek kya pure char char krlen mujhe koi farq nahi parta" She was more like convincing herself that she doesn't care about with whom he marries or anything

She got off her heavy bridal attire with murmuring curses at him and his lover, also murmuring that she doesn't care about them at all, she got into pink colour plain cotton kurta and trousers, removing her make up and jewellery she walks back inside her room, she rolled eyes at her husband, she mentally groan noticing him with shoes on

"Phene rahe hume kya" She grabbed pillow from bed and throw it on sofa, she's not sleeping with him at all especially after whatever he has said today

She set down on sofa, still has sullen face, how dare he think of her as some lowly woman and confess, she glared at his sleepy figure. He really has given her memorable night, she's never going to forget this ever. This is man her father and bi jaan trusted and kept saying he will love her and take care of her, her life will be pleasant and peaceful, on first day he has given her headache

She lay down on golden brown sofa which was large enough for her to fit perfectly, she turn her body other side and closed her eyes trying to fall asleep but she couldn't sleep, she turn her body again to face sidharth, who looks kinda uncomfortable

After taking long breath, she stood up and walked closer him to take off his shoes one by one, opening duvet she covered him, she doesn't know why she even did it. He doesn't even deserve her care, he should call his lover to do these things for him she though before going back on sofa and sleeping, she will also make sure he's one sleeping on sofa tomorrow

Sidharth open his eyes next morning with massive headache and no memory of what he has done last night and how the fuck he got inside his bed with covers over. He slightly opened his eyes to adjust with bright lights of room and his eyes directly fell on his wife who was combing her hair facing mirror of dressing table

He run his hand over hair and try to remember any detail from last night which was only hurting his head much. Shehnaaz glance at him through mirror and turn to look at him leaning her back against table and arm crossed

"Subha-bakhair, kese rahi apki neend?" She asked with sarcasm dripping in her voice and body language which he did noticed

"Hum yahan kese aye?" He asked

"Chal ke" She answered him, he was already annoyed by his headache and now her

"Humara matlab hum is bed pe kese aye with duvet on?" He clarify his question for her and remove his covers to get off bed. She shrugs

"Kyun apko yaad nahi?" She asked, he was now facing her standing just few feet away from her. His hair were messy and sleeves of bosky kameez rolled up

"Yaad hota toh apse nahi puchta" He glanced in mirror for min and run hand through his hair to set them for while

What he remembers is just sitting with murtaza and he had few drinks after not being able to find her even in red lights. Part of him was thankful that she didn't work there but part of him wanted to just find her doesn't matter from where she is. He looked at his wife who was glaring at him with arms still crossed across chest, he raised his eyebrow at her instead of replying she rushed outside