RIGHTFULLY YOUR'S

Part 4

Authors pov:

The night was draped in a cloak of darkness, punctuated only by the flickering glow of the moon and the ember of the cigarette that dangled precariously between his fingers.

Yusuf stood alone on the balcony,The tendrils of smoke curling and dissipating into the night air mirrored the tangled web of emotions that swirled in his mind. Each puff carried with it a mixture of longing, trepidation, and an unmistakable allure.

The rhythmic inhales and exhales became a silent symphony, echoing the conflicting desires he harbored within.
His eyes, fixed upon the stars that peppered the midnight sky, traced the path of his clandestine thoughts. In that solitary moment, he wrestled with the gravity of his choices. A war raged between his sense of duty and the forbidden infatuation that threatened to consume him.

As the tendrils of smoke danced and dissolved, his mind shifted to his room, where his new bride resided-a delicate flower ensnared within a garden of thorns. She was the embodiment of everything he was supposed to despise, an embodiment of the feuds that had plagued their families for generations. And yet, her presence held an undeniable allure, like a flame flickering in the darkest abyss.

As he crushed the remnants of the cigarette beneath his foot, his decision crystallized in the smoky haze. With a determined breath, he stepped towards his room, to face his newly wedded wife.

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In the midst of layla's thoughts, a sudden intrusion shattered the fragile tranquility. The sound of the doorknob turning, accompanied by the creaking of the door, jolted her from her musings.

Her gaze snapped toward the source of the disturbance, meeting the penetrating eyes of her husband. For an ephemeral moment, time seemed to stand still as their gazes locked in a silent exchange. In that fleeting connection, a multitude of unspoken emotions flickered between them, like distant stars on a moonlit night.

Without uttering a single sound, Yusuf broke the connection, his gaze flickering away, he turned, retreating to the bathroom of their shared chamber, leaving her alone with her thoughts once more.Layla's gaze wandered aimlessly, fixating on the closed bathroom door. Her breath caught in her throat, a blend of resentment and curiosity intertwining within Minutes turned into an eternity, until finally, he emerged from the bathroom.

His gaze met hers, and a knot tightened in her knot.  "Why haven't you changed your clothes yet?" Yusuf questioned covering the distance between them.

Layla voice laced with a hint of defiance, replied, "I couldn't find a moment to use the bathroom."

A flicker of frustration crossed Yusuf's face as he retorted, "You've been in this room for the past half hour, and you couldn't find a moment to use the bathroom?, Go and change your clothes, it's been quite late now." His words hung in the air, charged with an undercurrent of irritation.

Nodding at his words Layla went inside the walk-in closet to find something to wear thinking about his behavior,
Kitna kharoos hai yai batmeez shaks,attitude to aisay dikha raha hai jesay mai mari ja rahi thi is sai shadi kai liye,mujh sai shadi karnay ki agg isay hi thi batmeez shaks.(How rude and disrespectful this person is! He's showing such an attitude as if I was begging him to marry me. It was his own arrogance that led him to marry me, this disrespectful person.)