Tonight he is feeling surreal. A mission was accomplished, a privilege was attained and a secret was nurtured to see its revelation in the best form. He nudged the bedroom door and his eyes were delightful seeing someone whose presence here made him...
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Her eyes became wistful seeing the reflection of the beautician tugging the sheer and heavy bridal dupatta over her attractive bun. She totally looked like a different person than she was before. Someone who didn't belong to this place. Someone who shouldn't remain here for more than necessary.
She shouldn't have wished to wear this red bridal dress for an exchange to see the true faces of her family. She should have accepted her fate when she said those three words of nikkah without any urge to come to this mansion. In this was way she would have been spared of knowing this horrible reality. Andaleeb would have preferred to mourn over her family's separation than to now feel a shattered sadness over what they did with her. The beautician tied a graceful nose pin in her nose and then smiled at her.
"You make a beautiful bride," she complimented Andaleeb.
She didn't say anything but kept on staring at her reflection. Nothing mattered to her anymore than to just leave this place and forget the people who lived there. She indeed looked beautiful in an expensive and heavy red bridal dress. The blouse was tugging at her waist, dusk with glassy and embroidered gold work over it. The lehenga was airy, much more sheer and colorful than the top. It had beautiful golden and silver thread work and small glasses laden over it. The dupatta was made from the material of net and had the same work as the rest of the dress. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun with cute curls left to fall over her temples. Her makeup was rather dark but it was suiting her.
That was very similar to four months ago when she was in the same place, in the same situation, and with the same look to marry Mohid but then fled with Aurang. However, it felt quite different than the former at the same time. At first, Andaleeb's heart was twitching with nerves because she was going to take such a big step by buying the anger of her loved ones.
Aurang's love was so lovely in her heart and that was the trigger for her big and daring decision. However, now, as Andaleeb tried to find any tinge of emotional feelings or love for Aurang in her heart, she couldn't find anything. There was only remorse, understanding, and sadness for him and nothing else. She didn't know how Aurang's love slowly left her whole being and Masab was gaining a place there gradually. Or perhaps Andaleeb was never in love with Aurang.
Did she just become a victim of falling in love with her kidnapper? Or was it a realization that she was impressed by how Masab announced his love for her without fearing any consequences and actually fought for her on any level while Aurang chose to become a coward and hid behind her back, which led her to this day? Whatever had happened, it was very twisted. A strong man who did wrong but who was obsessed with her and claimed to be her protector and lover courageously was making her heart move because she felt a realization of being cherished and adored by him.
Leaving away every thought, she just focused on the present and her need for revenge. Her gaze went towards her dead phone, silently anticipating it to glow up anytime and Daneen reaching out to her finally. There was only one person she solely cared for right now, and that was her sister. She wanted to apologize to her and make sure that she was fine. But like every time, there was nothing.
