DASTAANEY ZINDAGI

EPISODE THREE : CHAPTER 4 : AND SHE ASKS HIM WHY

YUSRA'S POV:

"Yusra let's go... get you to your room..." Hashaan's mother bragged in. "They just finished decorating it" she said as I rose from sit to follow her.

"Ji" I said as Hashaan's mother helped me to the room. She did helped me carry the lehnga around. As along way she shared her experience with lehnga on her wedding day.

The room was indeed decorated well. Flower and light and few candles. It was a bit dim. But Hashaan's ammi switched the lights on. Making it bright. It was indeed all brown as the photos.

Even though I was broken inside. I somehow managed to swallow that big lump in my throat and stepped in the room for the first time ever.

"Achaa yusra. There is washroom." Hashaan's ammi said pointing in between two doors of which is washroom. I don't know.

Hasshan's ammi began talking as she ran around setting up the room for the last one time. It was still a mess. As she picked up the extra used tissue from the dresser. Someone's or her watch and a hand purse that was just laying around with no surety of the owner. Hashaan's ammi was still complaining as was running around setting things about how someones kid fell down running and how hard it was to manage it all by herself.

While I was listening to her and holding onto my ever cascading emotions with a faint smile. Just a little more.

"If you need something ask me. I'll send Sirat or muskan in while. Khana nahi na khaya ounho ne ab tak. I told them k khana khalo. But nahi. Now look how late they are eating. "
"Ji ammi. I will" I said half heartedly.
"Look at the time. It's already past 1 AM. Yeh hashaan ka bacha ab tak thekane nahi... and yes did I forgot to give money to zennat bhabi. Before she left. Oh..no yusra. I'll send some... just..." and just like that she disappeared. For good. And I was thankful for it.

That was it. I now not care if the make up ruins. I have ran out of fuel now. I broke down. Collapsed on the ground and cried. And cried. And cried. Until I felt all gone. All empty. I sat by the bed on the ground with the pretty lehnga crumbled around. I couldn't help but rest my head onto the bed. I felt lost. I felt the worse. I don't belong here.

I felt my feet all numb for sitting onto them for way too long. I got up by my self stumbling. It was 2'30 now and after Hashaan's ammi left no one came in the room. Not her or Sirat muskan. Nor Hashaan himself.

I carried my self to the washroom. I could no longer held it. I had to pee now. I looked in the mirror. And found ruins of my life on my face.

Yusra. You have now lost all of your battles. You are now at your lowest ever and nothing and no one is here right now for you. No one.

Par patta nahi yeh aj Kal k bacho ko kya hua bhabi. Agar bilal aisa karte to taufeeq toh ousey ghar se nikalte.
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if we are doing this big charity by marrying their daughter in on well respected khandan then at least we should get good amount of dahej.
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Waise bada he bura kiya kismat ne tumhare sath.
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Kon karega bhaghe hue ladki se shadi.
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Yeh sab toh tarbiyaat k baat hai.
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Unfortunately yusra have been eliminated from the competition and have to step out.
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What he promised you
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hashaan bhai and chachu chachi had a big fight before they finally agreed and brought rishta for yusra baji.
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Hashaan bhai has promise me to get me a new phone.
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Ammi would never let me anywhere close to yusra babhi.
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whether it's because yusra bhabi has a history or if the haq meher is high.

Words after words echoed in my head. I screamed and yelled at my reflection. All I did was gave my self was a chance. Chance that I could. I could achieve something out of my voice. It's not that k mein kise k sath bhagi. I ran away for my self. And even though I regret it.  why. Why has this world been treating me sh*t. What have I ever done to get these bad. It's my fault.

I shouldn't have listened to anyone or anything. I shouldn't have listened to myself. I should have locked my self in my room. Why did I decide to get marry. It bought no good. But only hurts me more and more. I shouldn't have married. I shouldn't. I heard a knock on the bathroom door. Who was it I had no curiosity.

They might have already heard me crying and screaming. And I really don't care if it's Hashaan's ammi. Sirat or anyone. I really have no energy left to smile and put up with everything thing that would come to me. That was there on the other side of the door.

I kept staring at my face still. I had no intention to make myself look even a bit presentable.

The bathroom door was knocked again thrice before I finally opened it.

There was he. Hashaan. In a blue kurti unlike before. As how we smiled and clicked the photo few hours back.

His smile long disappeared. Why I don't wanna know.

hashaan bhai and chachu chachi had a big fight before they finally agreed and brought rishta for yusra baji.

Those words came to my head again.

Now what I wanna know is.

"Why. Why did you came with your proposal to my house." I launched myself at him. I ended up asking what I was dying to ask. But could never had guts to.

"Why? You shouldn't had. I was better at my home. Why you ever? Didn't you knew I ran away. That's all they say. They look at me dirty. Hashaan." I said poking my finger on his chest as I came forward. Provoking an answer from him.

"They look at me. Dirty. They called me shamless. They hurt me so much Hashaan. You have hurt me so much. You shouldn't have asked me for marriage. Don't you know." I yelled and begged for an answer. I was bearly holding unto my self. My knees were giving up. But still I looked for my answers.

But all Hashaan did was provided me  his arms as I was half a way collapsing to the ground. I found my self crying on to his shoulder.

Even now. Why are you providing me your arms Hashaan. Why. Why do you do these Hashaan. Why.

THIRD POV:

Why.

Why she asks. Why did Hashaan asked yusra for marriage.

Only if she knew that 6 years ago...

It was June. The new academic year had began. So was the so called college life.

College life to live. To have fun. To fall in love.

The campus of J.C. college of business managers was influxed  with many new faces. Among these new faces few familiar unfamiliar faces were of yusra. The young, energetic, happy and with pretty face. Many fell in love with her immediately. One such fella was him. Hashaan.

The campus was already going crazy at the new pretty faces of the F. Y girls. And the fest was the best of best chances for everyone one to get a close look. And somewhat chance for the seniors to connect their signals with them.

The fest days went enthusiastically. Until the confessions day came. Where everyone was free to confess their feelings to each other through anonymous letters. Yusra did received many letters and one amongst them was Hashaan's.

And she ask him why.

A/N - Urhmh. Vote.