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"Fakhir must have told you about the situation. " I nod. "Your marriage was a secret from everyone, that's why your aunt..." She left her sentence incomplete. She doesn't even need to complete it for me to understand.
"Fakhir has also said that whatever you say will be the final decision."
"What do you want?" I don't know why but this whole proposal matter is not that pleasing to me.
B mamma softly placed her palms on my face and caresses my cheeks. Her eyes were glistening with tears.
"If it were up to me, I would keep you with me forever as my daughter." As soon as she finishes her sentence, she pulls me in a hug. The warmth that I get here is the one that never left even when mummy left me.
"Mother daughter just started." Atiqa passes by to kitchen for preparing lunch. "Duniya jalti hai to jale." I sang and excused from B mamma and went there, she laughed at us when I hugged her from behind.
(If the world burns, let it burn.)
"Arey Jaan nikalogi kya?"
(Hey, will you take my life?)
"Tum to meri Jaan ho." I made my hug tight, and she too held my hand and smiled. B mamma took photos of us.
(You are my life.)
We had fun preparing lunch. Pulao, Kebab, raita and salad. B mamma doesn't like too many dishes on table only enough to feed and fill your stomach.
We were setting the table when Fakhir came in with bags full of groceries and other homely stuffs.
"For how long are you planning to stay here?"
He, who was moving towards the slab stopped on his way hearing me. Literally stared at me. "Maa Jaan will stay till your exams."
How can I forget that's the ritual set by B mamma. She goes for everyone, of us who ever have exams to feed healthy food and take care of other things so that our focus is all on studies. She values studies more than anything in life.
It's evening. After trying to make B understand why I should stay at PG. Because of Lulu and her imaginary problem and my other stuff being there. Fakhir is in same house was silent. She denied and ordered us to go and pick up my stuff and shift here. Can anyone win against her? A big clear no. She is such a softy and cutie.
We are now on the car and Atiqa is sleeping in backseat. It's her sleeping time and I dragged her with me. In morning I was sleepy, so the trip wasn't that awkward but now when I'm full awake...... I brought her along to avoid this. But she is of no use.
"Won't you feel uncomfortable with me being there?" He looked at me and then again infront. He doesn't just look his gaze says something which I fail to decode.
"Nahi." He said in cold tone to no intensity tone. "Zyada tr hum kaam k silsile me bahar hi rahenge."
(No. Most of the time I will be out for work.)
Fine that means I can rest in peace there!
We reached at PG. Atiqa wakes up and helped me with the packing while he was in car. I was so worried if he decides to come up, Lulu is at library and our room is disaster with all our girly things hanging around.
I had two trolley bags and seemed nothing to hold my stuffs as they already full. Atiqa looks at me, "What do you do with so many clothes?"
"Outfit of the day." I grin. She face palm herself.
She took out her phone and called someone and told him to bring bags upstairs.
"You got bags?"
"I brought few to get stuffs from bazars out there. Afterall it's not like we always come to Delhi." I side hugged her. "And if my wedding date get fixed then I'll be shopping all the wedding things from here, cheap and savage." I part away.
Doorbell rang and Atiqa went to door. Her wedding means Fakhir's as well. Just because of me they can't hang on her but after meeting B mamma today I can't let this only relation of mine go away because of my selfishness and stubborn to get divorce, just because I was forced to get married. But we both were. Not by B mamma or Fakhir but by our fathers.
On the way back. We stopped at restaurant for some refreshments which ended up in full meal by me and Atiqa. He never says no, he was always like this until and unless that thing is not interrupting his Deen he'll do it. It's been so long that I've come to restaurant. We packed meal for B mamma as well.
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"Fakhir!" I stop him when he was about to leave the room after giving me the Horlicks prepared by don't know whom.
"Hmm." He turned to me. I signed him to sit next to me. Yet he chooses to sit on the bed while I am on the study table.
"Why did you come back that day?" He clearly knows about which day I am talking. He stays silent.
"There are many things going on in my mind and because of the I'm unable to focus on my studies. Please answer me."
"Kya sunna chahti ho?"
(What do you want to hear?)
"Sach aur sirf sach. Main janti hoon tum sach hi kahoge."
(The truth and only the truth. I know you will tell the truth.)
"Hum khud wapas aaye the." And I felt my heart skip a beat. And this room turns to suffocate.
(I came back on my own.)
"Tumne mujhe dhoka diya aur main sochti rahi k tumhe humare fathers ne force kiya tha." I held my head feeling betrayed to extent that everything, everyone seem liar to me.
(You betrayed me and I kept thinking that you were forced by our fathers.)
"Humari baat abhi khatam nahi hui hai."
(My talk is not over yet.)
"Kya reh gaya hai?" I can feel venom in my tone.
(What's left?)
"Pura sach." I look at him, I wanna hear and end this now.
(The whole truth.)
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Short StoryA Muslim story based on Childhood marriage. •Where Dua wants divorce but Fakhir wants it to work out. •Where they both were forced till they had no other option. There is a saying, "You can't have everything in Life that you desire for." For whom wi...
