Dillagi دللگی

23

Zaryab was in the lawn and the driver was putting the luggage in the car. Shahrayed was sitting on the chair looking at him with a serious gaze.

"Tou phir kab wapis aaauge?" His father asked.

"Next week. InshaAllah. Aap log tayyari kar lein tab tak. Mera nikah rahega uske baad." His throat bobbed.

"Bhai. Please. Itna accha mat baniye. Yeh aapki zindagi ka maamla hai aur kisi ke upar taras khaa ke yeh faisla nahi kar sakte."

"Jab shaadi kar rahe ho apni marzi se tou intezaam bhi khud kar lena. Itne bade ho gaye ho tou baap ki kya zaroorat hai." He was furious and Zaryab shakes his head.

" Main chalta hoon. Allah hafiz." He thought it was of no use to make them understand. His gaze went to her home and he saw standing behind the curtains. His heart sank at the sight of her. Ya Allah, make it easy for me.

And then he went away leaving her alone and shattered. It was her fault that she expect him to change. Some people never change. Some things are not meant to be. Maybe.

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Layla was in her room when the door creaked open. She stood as she noticed the aani entered the room. It was almost evening and the sun had settled down.

"Betay, ye tumhara room hai. Sakina bataa rahi thi ke tum Junayd ke room main nahi rahti." Layla felt the urge to kill sakina for gossiping about her.

"Jee. Main kaise unke room mai jaa sakti hoon."

"Wo aapke shouhar hai. Aap dono ka kal nikah hua tha. Wo beshak aapke kal raat room mai intezaar kar rahe honge par aap waha nahi thi. Par aaj aap se wahi rahengi. Mujhe kuch aur nahi sunna. Maine mulazim se kah ke aap dono ka room decorate karwa diya hai. Aur aap but tayyar ho jaaye. Junayd aata hoga." Layla felt the blood rushed to her cheeks.

"Aani- please nahi. mujhe bohot sharam aa rahi hai. wo mujhe tayyar dekhenge na tou has denge."

"Kuch nahi hota, layla. Asal main husband ko accha lagta hai jab unki biwi unke liye taiyyar hoti hai. Pata hai jab bhi wo ghar par ho, tumhari zimmedari hai unko apna pura waqt dene ki. Shabash, jaa ke tayyar ho jau."

Layla hesitantly nodded her head and opened her wardrobe. Half of her wardrobe is in Islamabad and the heavy dresses and sarees as she needs it when she has to go on a business party with her dada abbu.

"Surkh saree pahen lo. Acchi lag rahi hai." Aani motioned towards the deep red colour saree with a delicate embroidery on the pallu.

"Yeh nahi. Yeh bohot revealing hai. Sleeveless hai. Iska blouse change karna tha par waqt nahi mila."
She panicked.

"Uff. Layla, tum kitni masoom ho. Aise kapde shouhar ke saamne hi pahna jaata hai. Aur kahi nahi pahna jaata. Main chalti hoon, tum tayyar ho jau." she patted her cheeks and went away leaving her stunned.

Layla took her to time to get ready. The deep red saree was looking perfect on her. Her makeup was minimal and flawless. She didn't wore any jewellery except for the delicate rose gold chain and the pendant of her name. The diamond studs were beautiful on her. The saree hugged her curves perfectly. Layla entered his room and her heart was thumping loudly. The whole room was decorated with candles, roses and different flowers. There was something different in the air today. Layla felt the urge to run away and hide somewhere. She took out her phone and called him.

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"Boss. Wo andar hai."

Junayd was sitting on the chair and he took out the cigarette. He lit the cigarette and lifted it to his lips.