Love Is Medicine

CHAPTER 36

HAMZA

I didn't care about anything, from the past 10 minutes,i just want to know what's troubling her...

I even wanted to call shazu,and ask him come back, maybe she'll talk to him.

"Are you telling me or not" I asked her for the nth time.

"No" only option left now, blackmail.

"Fine, I'm calling Saria aunty and ask myself.."

Knowing that how much,she loves her mom,this threat works.

"You can't do that..."she looked me with disbelief

"Trust me Hanu , I'll even video call her to show your beautiful face stained with tears...."

"Finee" her irritated tone brought a smile to my face.

"But first tell me that you won't judge me..." Tears pooled in her eyes again.

"I would never Hania" I'm amazed with my own sincerity.

"Promise?"She looked at me.

"More than anything, promise"

"Yesterday...for my cousin's reception I wore a dress that was too long for me..." She started.

She looked breathtaking in a biege colour dress...

"You know, I can't walk properly in floor length dresses, and that too it's long so i wore heels, not high heels but with 2 inch sandals..."

"With all my dupatta on the head...i would be close to 5'11..."her voice broke.

"Everyone was constantly asking my height....i felt so insecure between them..." She admitted.

Ohh baby...

"It's ok Hania, look at me I'm 6'2, almost 6'3 ,people will say whatever comes to their mind."I tried to comfort her.

"It's different Hamza,when your in a room with tall people and short people,my mom's side of family girls no one is above 5'6....i feel like a giant between them..."

"Like I'm not even that tall, but they still make me feel insecure..." Tears streamed down her face.

"People think a female should be shorter than a male.... like she should barely reach his shoulder..."

Typical backward thinking,i think this types of things will never change..

"They even concerned about my marriage... like who will marry me being over weight and tall..." She sniffled between words.

Hania.. don't say that.... I know what you are thinking.... Stop...

"Infact, short people are so nice,i think someone should break all the stereotypes,it will be a tight slap to the people who thinks like that..."

Some will do... but not you...

"Hania leave it, everyone wants things they can't have..."

"It's not only height, Hamza it's everything.., skin tone, weight,hair type everything..."

"If you are fair you don't need makeup they'll say Aur kitna gora hona hai..., And you are of darker tone, Make-up karne se rang thodi badlega... like what's the connection between makeup and skin tone..."

She is frustrated....

"It's not about yesterday Hamza, I'm hearing it since childhood... I think I'm the problem, being different from others... it's not a unique, it's a curse..."