Book 2 of the Holy Matrimony series
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Qaraabat meaning relationship, vicinity, nearness,affinity.
The story of Yazaan Ibrahim and Warisha Yazaan.
Bound by the beautiful bond of Nikkah.
But,
This was the marriage that was not wanted nor expected...
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Author's pov
Fazaan walked in the room where Warisha was held. He walked towards her unconscious self and bent to her level. Her chair had fallen on a side and there was a ugly purplish red bruise on her cheek which had probably formed by her face hitting the concrete floor. Fazaan smiled looking at her bruised face. 'Abhi toh sirf shuruaat hai' (it's just the beginning.)
Fazaan then went outside and came back a few minutes later with a water jug. He then proceeded to throw the water on Warisha. Warisha jerked awake slowly registering the reality. Her eyes wandered around the room only to land on Fazaan. He stood there looking back at her.
Fazzan: "chalo enough beauty sleep...ab main tumhey ek good news dunga." (enough beauty sleep...now I will give you some good news.)
Fazaan said and then he proceeded to sit on the ground. He cracked his knuckles and then stretched a bit. What was this man up to? What good news? This man was the literal meaning of a bad omen, the word good news must've been a sick way of his to tell that he had done something. Yazaan and Humza, did he do something to either one of them. Warisha didn't want to show her weakness to this man so she just clenched her fingers together and waited for his vile words.
Fazaan: "when someone pisses you off what do you do?" This question was something that has brought her by shock. Hai? Warisha looked at him like he had grown horns, why did this man want my opinion all of a sudden, like you okay dude? Fazaan waited for her to answer but when she didn't he continued to speak.
Fazaan: "Do you know what I did? I shot that man...3 times. I watched him bleed to death, screaming in pain...do you know who this man was?" Warisha had gotten numb when he uttered the word death. How can he easily talk about killing someone so easily. Horror and fright were the only emotions she could feel. She slowly nodded her head in denial. Did she want to know who that person was? NO! A hundred times no but she couldn't let this slide. The thought of Yazaan being the person who was shot made her heart shatter.
Fazaan: "that man......was your father." His words made her pause. The words kept repeating in her mind.
Shot. Death. Father.
Her breathing increased, she felt her lungs contract. Her vision became dull, she felt as if someone was restricting her breath. She was gulping air as if she was going to die at the moment. Her father is dead, the man standing in front of her had killed him, his own nephew. Yazaan was not the one who was shot. She didn't knew what to feel, should she be happy that Yazaan was alright or should she mourn her father's death. A man who was never a father to her. Her mind was deprived of any type of sensation. Was this real? Amidst her inquiry she felt the rope on her hands getting loose. She snapped back into reality and saw Fazaan cutting the ropes which had secured her to the chair. Why?
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Someone kicked him, making him fall to the ground. A cloth was thrown over his head and then tied. Then he felt multiple kicks on his abdomen area. He tried to fight back but it was of no use, they're were more than one person. He screamed for help but his voice was muffled by the cloth bag.
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The door was pushed open and Fazaan with a struggling Warisha right behind him. Both Humza and Yazaan had taken breaths of relief when they had seen Warisha alive. Fazaan then pushed her on the floor right in between Yazaan and Humza. Warisha looked at Yazaan, he had bruise marks on his face and then she looked at Humza who was in similar condition but still smiled at her. Warisha tried to smile back but due to her cheek being bruised it was not that easy. It was all her fault. Had she not been this careless and had actually taken precautions they wouldn't be here. Warisha couldn't look in their eyes anymore. She hung her head down and let herself immerse in guilt.
Yazaan looked at her broken form, this man had broken her entirely in less than twenty four hours. He kept looking at her hunched down form. She looked so vulnerable and small. Yazaan felt a part of his heart break as he kept looking at her.
Fazaan: "enough with the family dramatics." his words had bought the three of them out of their miseries. Fazaan walked a little so he was in front of 3 of them.
Fazaan: "so.....then the end is near, is anyone excited?" he looked around with a grin.
Humza raised his hand and replied with enthusiasm.
Humza: "Meee, can't wait to die." he copied his grin and winked in Fazaan's direction making his step back. A smile adjourned Yazaan's face. This idiot!
Fazaan: "so, I'll be taking your guys leave. You have exactly 11 minutes to have any sappy conversations then BOOM." Fazaan exclaimed with excitement. Oh this sick man. He then walked out leaving the three together. The whole room was enveloped in a blanket of silence. Humza was the one to break the silence.
Humza: "Warisha!" He called her out and waited for her to look at him. As he got Warisha's attention he spoke.
Humza: "Remember, the time in University when a guy asked you out? I guess his name was Arham or somethin..."
Yazaan: "shut up!" Yazaan had cut him off mid sentence. Glaring holes at a grinning Humza. Warisha looked at Yazaan then Humza and then passed confused glances at both of them. Humza, despite Yazaan's threats, continued.
Humza: " A day later he apologised to you for asking you out? Do you know that Yazaan had threatened him to take his offer back." Warisha looked at Humza in utter shock and then turned to glare at Yazaan. Who had suddenly found immense interest in the ruined concrete.
Warisha: "How could you?" Warisha asked him furiously. Yazaan totally ignored her accusing glances while Humza chuckled at his expression.
Can anyone really tell that these three were tied, bruised and in an abandoned building with no hope of leaving here alive.
