Behind The Nikkah

13.

Back to present, A week after Saad and Eman's nikkah.

Memories faded, and the present snapped into focus.

Two years had passed in the blink of an eye, they now felt like a distant memory.

Saad, reflecting on the past, looked at the empty grass infront of him, coming back to the reality of life.

Though the recollections were still vivid, they had given way to the reality of his current existence.

He buried his face in his hands and left out a loud sigh of exhaustion.

"Office bhi miss hogaya hai ab toh." He muttered under his breath.

The shirt which Ayesha had ironed was still in his hands and he stared at it for a while until he sighed again.

"Mujhe Ayesha ko shirt nahi deni chahiye thi. Mein shadi shuda hoon ab, Eman ko bura laga Hoga." He said to himself.

Meanwhile, Eman's POV.

I swear my blood was boiling when I saw Ayesha and Saad standing just a metre away from eachother.

How could she have the audacity to be close to him even after knowing that he's now married to me?!

Don't misunderstand me, I don't like Saad and neither am i hopeful about this relationship but I just don't like how Ayesha is always trying to snatch things that are mine.

She tried to snatch my toys in my childhood which I had to eventually give to her since my mother is so benevolent.

Then came my grandparents. She always acted to be the nicer one and made me the bad one Infront of them and now they like her more than me.

And now, she's trying her best to snatch Saad away from me too.

And just look at Saad. I've never seen him pushing her away, telling her off. He's somehow in the wrong too. He has led her on, on to this delusional path. She now thinks that she can get him even after our marriage.

"Eman! Eman!" I heard my mother shouting my name and I got up from my bed and unlocked the door for her.

"G?'' I said with a indifferent face.

She shot a stern glance my way.

"Nashta nahi karna? Ab mein roz tumhe bulane aaya karoon?" She started her daily radio of scoldings while I stood there listening to her from one ear and throwing those naseehaten out from the other.

"University Jana hai?" She asked while crossing her arms on her chest.

I nodded in no,"Finals hain to chuttiyan Hain."

She nodded.

"Akar nashta karlo phir or bad mein parhti rehna." She said. I hummed.

"Jaldi aao." She said and walked away.

I picked up my dupatta from my bed and followed her out.

"Eman!" I heard Amna's shout from the kitchen..

Abhi hi bethi thi. I rolled my eyes and walked to see what was wrong with her?

"Bolo?" I asked with a angry glare.

She turned around and I gasped.

"Allah!" I was on the verge to laugh my ass out as I saw her face. Flour was spread all over it.

"Yeh kya Kiya hai?" I spoke and helped her wipe the flour off with a tissue.

"Wo..paratha banate banate sari plate se aata palat kar mere mun par gir Gaya." She replied.