Dillagi دللگی

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"kya aapko zaryab ali khan bin shahzad ali khan se nikah qubool hai?"

With her shaking hands, she slightly nodded.

"Qubool hai." she repeated thrice and a lone tear fell down her cheeks.

With her shaking fingers, she signed the nikahnama. And now she is officially wedded wife.

Clad in a black dress, the girl was shivering. The dupatta covered her face. Her gaze fell on him who was looking tense. And the moulvi asked him the same question, he accepted her as his wife and signed the nikahnama.

He was wearing a sky blue crisp shirt and black pants. His tux was nowhere to be seen. His hair was kind of mess. The sleeves were folded till the elbow.

Shahrayed and his father were also sitting there quietly. She was in his home and her nikah had been done with this man and she couldn't comprehend it.

"Mahnoor. Bachay. Bashar se kaho ke meethai ka intezaam kar le. Nikah jaldbaazi mai ho gaya hai. Par meethai tou deni parhegi logon ko."

Mahnoor nodded her head. She was about to go when Shahrayed stopped her.

"Mahnoor. Bhabhi ko bhai ke room mai le jau. Wo thak gayi hongi." Mahnoor hesitantly nodded her head.

The newly wed bride was walking with Mahnoor to his room. Her heart was thumping loudly. Everything is happening so fast that she comprehend that she is now someone's wife.

The door creaked open and she entered his room. It was the luxurious room which screams elegance. She was sitting on the bed and her heart was pounding so hard.

"Aap aaram kar lein." Mahnoor gently said and closed the door before locking.

She was looking at her palm when a lone tear escaped her eyes. Her heart was thumping loudly. Her eyes were red from crying. Her cheeks and nose turned into hues of pink.

She was feeling suffocated. She doesn't want it to happen like this. She wanted to get married with her baba's blessing. Not in the absence of him. She stood in front of the faucet and turned it on. She splashed the water on her face aggressively and gently patted her face with a towel. Her heart sank when she heard the door being closed. With a shaking feet, she came out of the washroom.

Her gaze fell on him standing in front of her. His hair was a mess yet he was looking handsome. The top few button of his shirt were undone and the muscles were bulging out of his shirt. The sleeves were rolled till his elbows. He just stared at her and he strode towards her. She was frozen at her spot. Her heart sank when he sneaked his arms around her waist gently and buried his face in her hair. He pulled away a bit and kiss her forehead gently while caressing her hair.

"Nikah Mubarak, Hareem."

Few hours ago.

"Hareem- aap?" she looked at him with a red eyes and she was not expecting him here.

"Aap yaha kya kar rahe hai?"

"Main- main tou chacha se milne aaya tha." she looked at him in confusion.

"Matlab- aap unhe kaise jaante hai?"

"Main inn ki masjid mai namaz parhta tha aur meri unse acchi dosti ho gayi. Main ne inki beti ke saath commitment kiya tha."

"Unki koi beti nahi hai. Aap kya kah rahe hai?" she asked.

"Aap kaise unke baare main itna kuch jaanti hai?"

"Kyunki ye mere baba hai. Meri ammi ke maamu hai. Wo bohot zaeef hai aur mera bohot khayaal karte the hamesha. Mere pass abbu nahi the iss liye main unhe baba kahti hoon. Ek minute-" and the puzzled was solved. She stared at him and his heart was bursting with different emotions.