Maryam Chaudhary
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"Thank God you're okay! I thought I was going to lose you", Azaan said as he hugged me tightly, his voice trembling with relief. I stiffened in his embrace, not sure how to react. Why was he hugging me? And why was he crying?
"What were you thinking? Were you out of your mind? Didn't you think about us when you jumped from the balcony?", Azaan's voice cracked with emotion as he held my face in his hands.
"No, I...I didn't think about anyone", I admitted, pushing him away from me. I couldn't understand why he was acting like this.
"Don't say that", Azaan pleaded, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I can't lose you. I love you. I've been in love with you for so long, but I never told you because you were happy with Danish bhai. But when I saw in the hospital bed, it terrified me. It was like air had been sucked out of my lungs, seeing you so vulnerable and weak. I can't bear to see you like that, promise me you'll never do something like that again", his confession shocked me. I couldn't believe he had been in love with me? How can he love a pathetic and shameless girl like me?
This is wrong he can't love me. Danish will kill him if he finds out. "Hey, don't say stupid things. I'm your bhabhi", I said, glaring at him. How can he say that he loves me? I'm his bhabhi, for God's sake. "Love knows nothing. It just happens, and you weren't my bhabhi when I fell in love with you", he said, looking into my eyes. "Get out", I said, pointing at the door.
"Don't worry, I will leave. I just wanted to confess my love, and I did. I feel okay now", he said, giving me a small smile. He turned and walked towards the door, holding the doorknob, then turned to face me again. "You will never see my face ever again. This will be the last time this family will see me. But always remember, this Azaan Raza Mir loved you, loves you and will always love you", he said, with a sad smile and tears in his eyes. He left the room. I was unable to comprehend his words. He said he loves me, but why would he feel that way? Iam his brother's wife for heaven's sake. What does he even mean by saying 'this Azaan Raza Mir loved you, loves you and will always love you? How should I react to this situation?
"Ohh, my head", I mumbled as i massaged my bandaid forehead and walked towards the bed, where I sat down. Danish hasn't returned since he stormed out of the room angrily. I miss him and want him to hug, kiss and tell me loves me, but he is still angry. Why is Danish angry? Will he come back? What can I do to make things right?
Just then, baba entered the room with a doctor who was around his age. The doctor walked towards me and asked, "How are you feeling now?", as he checked my pulse. I replied, "I feel okay", while looking at him. He then asked me if I had any pain, to which I responded with a smile, "umm, no", the doctor then informed me that I was discharged and left the room with a small smile.
"Gudiya, here change your clothes", baba said as he handed me a cover. I took it from him and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Inside, I opened the cover to find a baby pink kurta and pajama. I quickly removed my hospital gown and changed into the dress. After changing, I turned towards the sink to splash some water on my face. Dabbing it dry with the hem of the dupatta, I left the bathroom feeling somewhat fresh. "Thank you, baba", I said giving him a smile and pecking his hand.
Baba pecked my head, and we both stepped out of the room. As we both stepped out, I saw everyone standing in the corridor, including Danish who was talking with Haider. I scrunched my nose at the sight of the cigarette between his lips as he was smoking.
"Ok, let's go home", ammi said, coming from behind and placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded and looked around to see everyone staring at me. I didn't want to appear rude by removing her hand from my shoulder, so I let her keep it there. Baba, ammi, and I started walking. I turned my head back to see Danish still looking at me while smoking.
Why isn't he stopping me?
Does he hate me now? Doesn't he want me anymore? Even the thought of him not wanting me is terrible. I can't lose him, but why isn't he stopping me? I turned my head and tears formed in my eyes as I walked downstairs with many thoughts running in my head. "Kya hua, gudiya?", baba asked as he lifted my face.
"Kuch nhi", I whispered, wiping away my tears. "Why are you crying then?", he asked, caressing my hair. "Im not crying", I said, looking up at him while biting my lips to control my sobs.
"Where are you taking her?", a voice asked from behind. I turned my head to see Danish walking towards us, he had changed his clothes, now wearing a white t-shirt and black pants. A silver chain on his neck. I had never seen him wearing that chain before. "We are taking her home", ammi said, glaring at him. "Like hell you are taking her home again!", Danish shouted as he descended the stairs and stood infront of us.
"Yes, I'm taking her home with me, and you have no authority to stop me", ammi shouted back. "I'm her husband, and I kindly request you to refrain from raising your voice at me again. Otherwise, you won't like the consequences", he said, glaring at ammi and pulling me towards him by my arm. "Do you lack basic manners while speaking to elders?", ammi asked as she tried to free my hand from his grip. "You are not my elder, and it would be better ke aap tameez ki baat na hi kare", he said and turned as we both descended the stairs.
He was walking too fast, making it hard for me to follow his steps. "Please, aahista chalo", I pleaded, my head was already paining, and now he was going to make me fall on my face with his pulling and fast walking. "Shut up", he said firmly, as he threw me onto the passenger seat and closed the door with a thud. I saw ammi and baba standing at the gate, looking at me. Baba gave me a small smile, nodded his head, and walked to his car. He looked sad.
'Everyone is sad because of me. I wish I had died', I thought as i closed my eyes and leaned my head on the seat. He started the car, and was driving fast, but I didn't say anything and kept my eyes closed. If i open my mouth again he will definitely kill me, so I would be better if I keep it shut. The thoughts, running car and the air lulled me to sleep.
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