Mrs.Mirza

CHAPTER 29

Minha Ali
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I sat there feeling nervous and shy. My fingers fidgeted with each other as I tried to calm my racing thoughts. As a now married woman, the idea of sharing a bed and room with a man was terrifying to me. The sound of his brothers teasing and asking him for money outside the door only added to my unease.

My heart was beating at a rapid pace, and I could feel my plams getting clammy. I anxiously gulped as I heard the door open and his footsteps fill the once silent room. As I took in my surroundings, I noticed that the entire room was decorated with red roses and a heart was made out of them on the bed.

The beige and maroon color scheme was elegant, with a king-sized bed in the center and a nightstand beside it. A striking golden and red sofa sat in the corner. Adorning the walls were various photo frames of him and his family. They all seemed to be incredibly happy and beautiful in the pictures. I couldn't help but think to myself, how is it possible for an entire family to be so beautiful?

My eyes were drawn to his chacha, chachi, chhote chacha, chhoti chachi. They all seemed to radiate love and happiness, and their children, two girls who looked like identical twins, were cute. Lost in admiring his family frames, I didn't even realize when he sat in front of me. With a smile adorning his face, he whispered, "Tum bohot khoobsurat ho yaar", as he took my hand in his and gave it a peck, causing me to blush.

"Minha", he called, causing me to Look up at him. He removed a small box from his side pocket and opened it. Inside was a stunning ring, an emerald green diamond ring adorned with white stones around it.

"Tumhari muh dikhayi", he said as he slid the ring onto my ring finger, prompting a smile to spread across my face. The ring was truly exquisite, and I couldn't help but fall in love with its beauty.

"Did you like it?", he asked as he stood up from the bed and started unbuttoning his kurta, causing me to gulp my saliva. 

"Yes", I whispered averting my gaze from him to the beautiful ring in my finger. I wondered why he was unbuttoning his kurta. It made me feel uneasy.

Sweat formed on my forehead and hands, causing me to nervously rub my palms across my red Lehenga. The realization hit me, we are not going to do that, right? The fear of being forced to consummate the marriage tonight loomed over me. Would he insist on it even if I told him I wasn't ready? The worry lines on my face deepened as these thoughts consumed me.

Tears welled up in my eyes at the thought. I began to crawl back into the bed, fearing that he would leave me once he got what he wanted from me. That was why he was undressing.

"Minha, kya hua?", he asked approaching me and making me look at him. His well-defined, naked upper body met my gaze, causing me to retreat further.

"Baby, what's wrong?", he inquired As he sat on the bed and reached for my hand, but I slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me", I snapped glaring at him, which only confused him.

"Minha, meri jaan ro kyun rahi ho? Kya hua hai? Mujhe batao", he whispered, withdrawing his hand with an embarrassing smile.

"I'm not ready. I don't want to do any thing. Please leave me alone", I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.

"Kis liye baby, mujhe batao", he asked furrowing his brows. 

"Mujhe akela chhod do", I begged my voice barely a whimper. 

"Hua kya hai, yeh to batao mujhe, please. You are worrying me", he said, his voice tinged with hurt.

I pulled my knees closer to my chest and sat there looking at him. He was gazing at me with hurt and confused eyes.

"Did I do something? Did you not like the ring? We can get it exchanged if you want", he suggested with a friendly smile but I continued crying without paying attention to him.

"Do you miss your mother? Do you want me to call her?", he asked as he extended his hand and reached for his phone on the side table.

"No, please don't call her", I whispered as I held onto his hand.

"Then Please, tell me what's wrong", he begged holding my hands in his and looking deeply into my eyes.

His eyes are my favorite sight; they always look at me with love and warmth, calming my heart.

"Why did you remove your shirt?", I asked between my sobs.

"Don't tell me you're crying just because I took off my shirt", he said in surprise, caressing my hands.

Should I tell him? Yeah, I will tell him.

"I thought you would try to consummate the marriage tonight, and I'm not ready", I admitted, looking up at him while biting my lips.

"You thought I would do something you weren't ready for?", he asked hurt evident in his voice. " How can you think so low of me?", he continued, pulling his hand away and creating distance between us, hurting me with his actions.

"I'm sorry, Shahmeer", I apologised as I grabbed his hand while he tried to stand up.

"No, your actions and words said everything. 'Your sorry' isn't going to change anything now", saying he jerked my hand away and stormed out of the room.

I fucked up, didn't I.

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