[Update on every Saturday]
Kabeer is the unplanned child of his parents, he never got their love. He carved for love from anyone and in any amount but he never got one.
So, when he grows up into a man he hates the idea of love, marriage for him is d...
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He is lying on the floor near the sofa; its edge is covered in blood. His blood.
A pair of black eyes fell on me, begging me to save its master.
But can I?
How can I when my legs have forgotten the action they are supposed to do?
Move.
I can't move.
Neither forward nor backward. It is like the floor has shackled me to its invisible strength.
I want to move forward and help him, but I don't.
I stand at the entrance watching my soon-to-be husband bleeding from his mouth.
"Save him!" My inner self shouts, ordering me, but my body disobeys.
"Abuzar!" An older woman shouts with eardrum-tearing intensity, but still I don't move.
"Bhai!" A painful shriek of a young girl follows, but I still don't react.How am I supposed to react?
Our wedding is in a week; how am I supposed to react seeing my fiance spilling so much blood?
"Ameerah calls Kabeer." The older woman who was soon going to be my mother-in-law orders as her eyes flow, none stop making her whole face wet.
"Fatima," I hear Ameerah's soft whispers accompanied by a brush on my shoulder.
"Fatima, get out of it; he will be fine." She tries to assure me, but I don't react.
Maybe my body is never going to recover from this.
"Get off him, mumma." A cold voice reaches my ears, turning the already cold and tense atmosphere more chill and scary.
Maybe he brought darkness with him too, because the next moment I felt my head touching a hard surface and darkness invading my surroundings.
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When light comes back to me, a teal ceiling is what my gaze falls on.
"Hi princess." My papa's soothing voice comforts me like always. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" I reply, trying to get up, but fall back on the bed when I feel an excruciating pain in my skull.
"Because you fainted and a hard wooden table dared to hurt my precious daughter." He frowns, making movements with his hands. Oh, so it was dark because I fell.
