Whispers Of The Soul

XI

Zainab and Hassan found themselves ensnared in a web of secret rendezvous, each meeting more intoxicating than the last. They craved for eachother. Their eyes would meet across crowded rooms, conversations danced on the edge of silence, and every brush of their hands sent shivers down their spines. With each stolen moment, their affection deepened, blossoming like a flower in the warmth of spring.

Abrar and his lover Shazi became their silent allies, orchestrating clandestine gatherings in the cozy corners of coffee shops and along the secluded stretches of the beach. Each encounter was a treasure, a fleeting escape from the world that surrounded them. Yet, beneath the thrill of their secret love, a shadow of guilt loomed large.

Zainab wrestled with the weight of her deception, her heart heavy with the burden of lies. Hassan, ever the anchor, offered her solace. "It's okay. This is worth fighting for. It would all make sense in the end," he would say, his voice a soothing balm to her troubled soul. Deep down, her heart resonated with his conviction.

However, the winds of change began to blow as her parents introduced her to potential suitors. She feared this day. No matter how much she tried to avoid the topic, someday, somehow she was now forced to face it.

"I feel like this boy would suit our Zainab. He's got the job and a good reputation," her mother insisted, her tone leaving no room for argument. A wave of nausea washed over Zainab at the thought. "I’m not interested," she declared, her voice trembling with defiance.

Her mother’s gaze hardened, she turned around to face her daughter. A clear signal that family obligations took precedence. "I wasn't asking your opinion on this Zainab. Stay out of this. You know nothing." she replied, her words wrapping around Zainab like a vice.

"No, I won't let you take decisions on my future. In the end your surely going to hate your own decision but of pride and ego you would just fabricate the hate and after years you'd bring it up like it was all my fault!" She announced as she felt her rage in each words.

She was tired of this stupid tradition. A loveless marriage who the fuck would want that. She was better off alone.

"Zainab, your not mature enough to involve in these matters." Her father spoke politely that made her scoff.

"But I'm mature and capable enough to get married and lead a family?" She pointed out the facts and her moms last nerve was damaged.

"Don't think so high of yourself just because your above us in education. You know nothing about finding a partner!"

"Oh really so that's why you're marriage with dad is so magical that you cry yourself to sleep everynight and dad decided to find peace in old books and movies?" She spat and left the room to it's rest.

Her parents ignored the argument as if it disappeared into thin air. This was their life. They don't understand justice or anything that made sense. They followed what the rest of the hers follows.