The Unloved Wife

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 21

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"Main tum se muhabat karta hoon. Tumhari khaatir itna bara gunnah kar liya maine. Tum mujhe nahi chor sakti. Nahi chor sakti" My voice was high, as much high that I never thought it could be.

(I love you. I committed a sin in your love. You can't leave me now. You just can't leave me)

"Jo bhi tum ny kia khud ke lie kiya. Don't blame me for your wrongdoings" She spat at me with hatred in her eyes.

(Whatever you have done, you did it for yourself)

"Don't say that. Don't treat me like that. Please. I can't live without you. I love you. Please understand!" I begged.

"You can't have me now" She shook her head.

"No. Please. Don't say that" I was on the verge of crying.

"It's because of your greed you have lost me. Everything we do has consequences. This..our separation is a consequence of your wrong doings. You. Have. Lost. Me. Forever!!" She emphasized at her words and moved behind to leave me alone there.

"No. Please don't leave me" I begged.

As she ran from there, the lights turned on. When I came out of the trance, my surroundings were filled with noises.

My eyes fell at the rows filled with students. They cheered us for our performance. My lips curled into a small smile. I couldn't believe I have done it. I was so nervous at the beginning but I was glad it went well.

"Let's give a big hand applause for Ehan Haider and Kainat Ahmed for delivering such impactful performances" The announcer one again charged the audience.

I was the one of the lead in the play. I was never meant to be a part of it. I just joined the dramatics society to fill the column of my extracurricular activities because I hardly took part in anything. I was never a social kind of person. I don't know why the president was admant to choose me to play lead.

I wasn't a good choice I knew that.

"You were fabulous Ehan! Your voice had so much emotions. Your future wife would be lucky to have you. I can just picture how intensely you will confess your love to her" Azar, my friend wrapped his arm around my shoulder and blabbered.

I started laughing at his words. Marriage wasn't on my list in upcoming years. I wanted to remain single for a few years. Only then I will settle later.

But for once I thought how it would be to share your life with someone.

"Kiya hua bhabi ke khyaloon main kho gae" One of my other friend joked.

(Are you lost in thoughts about your future wife's)

"Konsi bhabi?" I asked taken aback.

(Whom you are talking about?)

"Rahma Ismail" He showed his teeth.

"Shut up. Be respectful" I growled.

"Why. I mean. She is beautiful" He countered.

"So what if she is beautiful" I shot back.

"It doesn't mean anything to you?" He asked as if I blurted something absurd.

"Yes. It doesn't" I shrugged my shoulders.