Invisible String

chapter 3

The next morning unfolded in a quiet dance of routine. Farjaad and Umeed, having woken up in the shared silence of their new reality. The unspoken tension hung in the air as they navigated the small rituals of dressing and preparing for the day.

Farjaad, being the first one to wake up, quietly got dressed, not wanting to disturb Umeed who seemed to be sleeping comfortably. He was glad she was atleast able to sleep well.

As he headed to the bathroom to freshen up, Umeed woke up and noticed his absence. Assuming he was inside, she began preparing herself for the day.

Farjaad emerged from the bathroom just as Umeed was surveying the room. Their eyes met, both unsure of what to say. He cleared his throat and muttered to himself, "Main nashta lagwata hoon."

With that, he left, and Umeed took the opportunity to get ready. Opting for a soft pink shalwar kameez and light makeup. Once finished, she made her way downstairs.

As they sat down for breakfast, the clinking of utensils and the occasional sip of tea filled the space, yet no words were said to break the stillness. An awkward atmosphere settled between them, the weight of unfamiliarity creating a barrier that lingered over the shared meal.

Blessed with the privilege of coming from wealthy families, Farjaad's parents had gifted them a separate house, a gesture aimed to provide the newlywed couple with privacy. However, this privilege came with its own drawbacks – like the quiet and awkward breakfast table at the moment.

Farjaad, sensing the palpable discomfort, cleared his throat before breaking the silence.

"Umeed, aaj aap 5 baje tayyar ho jayein. Maine apko salon drop karna hai so you can get ready for Valima."

Umeed, acknowledging his words with a nod, continued to eat in silence.

Farjaad still insisted on making some sort of conversation,
"Aap ko theek neend ayi thi raat main?"

Umeed looked up and replied, "Jee, I'm sorry meri wajah se aapko neeche souna para, humein jald hi aik aur bed le ana chahiye"

Farjaad nodded, agreeing "Aap uski tension na lein, I'll arrange one"

The attempt for small conversation succeed for a while, and now they are back to being silent and focusing on their food.

After completing breakfast, both of them went off to take care of their respective chores and also prepare for the Valima reception.

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The hall shimmered in soft lights as guests and business partners gathered for the Valima celebration.

Farjaad and Umeed walked hand in hand, their fingers interlaced, they wore matching fake smiles that concealed the underlying complexities of their marriage.

Umeed, draped in a golden saree with elegant and heavy embroidery, let her hair cascade down in loose waves. Her makeup, light and delicate, was accentuated by a touch of dark red lipstick that added a subtle boldness to her appearance. Beside her, Farjaad stood in a black tuxedo, his hair swept to the side, exuding a polished demeanor that mirrored the formality of the occasion.

As they greeted the guests with practiced pleasantries, their eyes would involuntarily meet, stealing glances, unable to hide the acknowledgment of their attraction towards each other.

The hall echoed with the murmurs of guests and the soft rustle of Umeed's saree as they moved gracefully. This Valima was not a celebration but a showcase to other businesses that both companies are about to get stronger.
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