Qubool Hai - An Entangled Bond

Whispers of Regret

"Qubool Hai". The moment those sacred words escaped my lips a heavy knot of uneasiness formed in my stomach, and my cheeks flushed with the sensation of tears welling up in my eyes. The air around me suddenly felt insufficient, leaving me gasping for more oxygen. My breathing became labored, and before I could regain composure, a profound darkness enveloped me, which strangely felt more welcoming than any moment I had experienced in the past few days.

I was abruptly awakened by the sensation of water splashing across my face, causing me to blink and squint in response to the sudden brightness of the lights. As my eyes gradually adjusted, the worried and distressed face of Sufiyaan came into focus. My gaze then wandered to the surroundings, where I expected to see the familiar faces of my family members and my parents, but instead, they all appeared as strangers to me.

The realization hit me like a wave – I was married. The red dress I was wearing felt unbearably tight and uncomfortable, a stark contrast to what should have been the happiest day of my life. I couldn't shake the feeling that this had to be a dream, that any moment I would wake up and everything would return to how it was just a few days ago.

As I made the decision to walk away from these people, my heart weighed heavy with a profound sense of regret and sadness. The mere thought of confronting Sufiyaan, knowing that my actions had led him into this unfortunate situation, cast a deep shadow over my soul.

"Sufiyaan," I called out, my voice barely more than a whisper, a faint tremor betraying the turmoil within. Extending my trembling hand towards him, I was immensely grateful when he grasped it firmly, helping me to my feet. The world around me spun, and my head throbbed dizzily. This place, the surroundings, and the people who had once been my family now felt like a suffocating prison from which I yearned to escape.

As I took those tentative steps towards the exit, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever regret leaving all of this behind. However, my heart remained burdened by a single regret - the unintended involvement of Sufiyaan, a man who had been coerced into marrying me against his will.

The silence was palpable as we walked together, none of us uttering a word. This was not supposed to happen. As he made his way to the car, something caught my eye. It was a piece of paper he held—a document that held the weight of our marriage, our Nikah Nama. It was then that I realized I had never signed it.

My heart sank as I looked down at my thumb, where an ink stain had left its indelible mark. They had obtained my thumbprint on the Nikah Nama while I was unconscious, moments before signing it. The truth hit me like a ton of bricks. I struggled to keep myself composed, unable to muster the courage to confront him about this unexpected turn of events.

With a heavy heart, I closed my eyes, attempting to suppress the whirlwind of emotions that raged within me. I settled into the car, resting my head against the headrest. Questions swirled in my mind, each more daunting than the last. How would I face her? How would I face him, the man I had not willingly bound myself to? How would I face the man that I loved?

As these questions clouded my thoughts, a solitary tear escaped from the corner of my eye, tracing a path down my cheek, bearing the weight of unspoken emotions that threatened to consume me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, summoning all my courage. I couldn't bear to look at Sufiyaan's face, my gaze instead fixed on my hands adorned with bangles, rings, and henna. I braced myself for the blame that I believed he was about to cast upon me, convinced that my actions had led to the mess we were entangled in.

But to my astonishment, his response was different. "It wasn't your fault," he said, his voice filled with determination. "We'll find a solution for this, too." He stared straight ahead at the road, his grip on the steering wheel noticeably tighter than usual.

As I stole a glance at him, I noticed the bruises on his face and the knuckles of his hand, battered from the recent events. All of this, because he had agreed to marry me, to save me from a fate chosen by my parents. My heart belonged to someone else, but Sufiyaan's sacrifices and dedication were changing everything. This marked a turning point in our relationship, one that I hadn't expected but was profoundly grateful for.

---

Author's Note :

Welcome to the beginning of our journey! I'm excited to share this story with you, and I'd love to hear your thoughts and feedback as we delve into the lives of Mehereen and the twists of fate.

💬 Feel free to comment and share your reactions, predictions, or any questions you might have as the story unfolds. Your input is invaluable and keeps the creative process alive.

🌟 Don't forget to vote if you enjoy the chapter! Your votes motivate me to keep writing and let me know you're engaged in the story.

🔔 Follow me to receive updates whenever a new chapter is posted. This way, you won't miss a moment of Mehereen's journey.

I'm grateful for your support, and I hope you enjoy the ride. Let's embark on this adventure together! 😊