Dillagi دللگی

8

It was almost midnight when she was driving the car aimlessly around the road. She had a huge argument with her grandfather who vowed to never speak to her again. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she instantly wiped it away.

Few hours ago.

Layla was sitting in her room applying a nail polish when there was a knock on the door. She blew her nails and moved towards the door.

When she opened the door, there was no one on the door. But there was a bouquet of white roses and there was a note on it. It was the most beautiful bouquet she ever laid her eyes upon.

She took the bouquet and closed the door. There was a note on it which says her name Layla Hussain.

Main aapse milne ki khwaish rakhta hoon

Yours,
Junayd bin Aziz

Her heart thumped loudly as she read the name. It's not only the first time she heard this name. Junayd Bin Aziz. The name she can never forget.

He's the ideal man her dada was insisting her to marry. She doesn't know how many times she heard him talking about Junayd. And how ideal he is for her as a husband. She has never seen a photo of him ever. Nor she has ever met him. She tried to search for him in the social media but there was no Junayd Bin Aziz. How come he is so rich and successful but doesn't have a single picture on the internet?

She had argument almost every single time with her dadaji because of him. Layla doesn't know why she doesn't hates his guts so much.

Layla took out her phone and called her grandfather.

"Assalamu alaikum Dada Abbu." She used to call him dada abbu.

"Walaikum Assalam, meri jaan. Aaj aap ne mujhe kaise yaad kar liya." He chuckled.

"Dada Abbu." She whined.

"Aap ne junayd ko mera phone number ya address diya hai!" she asked.

"Nahi tou. Khairiyat? Waise uss ke liye mushkil kaam nahi hai tumhare baare main pata lagana."

"Aap uss junayd se kah de ke aainda usne mere ghar phool bheje ya mujh se koi raabta karne ki koshish ki tou mujh se bura koi nahi hoga."

"Uff! Aap ne mujhe daraa diya. Phool hi tou bheja hai konsa kaatein bhej raha hai wo bechara aapke ghar. Agar aap nahi chahti hai tou wo aap se raabta nahi karega. Main baat kar lunga usse. Kah dunga ke meri poti bohot sharmeeli hai. Shaadi se pehle raabta rakhne mai dilchaspi nahi rakhti." He chuckled and layla facepalmed.

"Dada abbu aap samajh nahi rahe hai. Uske pass mere ghar ka address hai. Agar wo kabhi mere ghar aa gaya tou. Main yaha akeli rahti hoon. It's not safe." She almost screamed and he rolled his eyes.

"Beta jee. Usko aapka address tab hi pata lag gaya tha jab aap waha par shift hui thi. Aur iss baat ko teen saal ho gaya hai. Agar usko aap ke ghar aane mai dilchaspi hoti tou wo bohot pehle aa jaata. Bas wo aapki hifazat karna chahta hai. Aap usko ek mauka de kar tou dekhiye". He explained and she felt the urge to cry.

"Mujhe wo nahi pasand hai. Aap kyu nahi samajhte hai? Aap mujhe disown karna chahte hai tou kar de. Aap mujhse baat nahi karna chahte hai tou mat kare. Par aapko ek baat bataa deti hoon ke Allah Taala ne jo mujhe haq diya hai apni pasand ki shaadi karne ka wo main kisi ko exploit nahi karne dungi."

"Ham mar jaaye tab bhi?" His voice was low yet remorseful.

"Aap mujhe blackmail kar rahe hai, dada abbu." She was shocked at his words.