Behind The Nikkah

44.

Author's POV.

Saad stared at Eman with a dangerous stare who just came out of the car.

He had been standing at the entrance to greet everyone along with Bilal.

They had come separately to the venue but contrary to what she had said, she wore a saree.

It was not a body hugging one but the thing which hurt him was that she promised him she won't wear that if he fullfills her requests and he did. He bought her a pizza yesterday, brought her ice cream and custard just like she had said and even selected an outfit for her.

Eman looked back at him nervously.

She was gonna wear the outfit that he had selected for her but Jamila and Kalsoom forced her to wear this. They literally asked Amna to take the one Saad had selected, away.

She knew by the looks of his face that he was upset and actually felt bad for making him feel this way.

If it was the Eman of a year ago, she would've thrashed him for 'choosing' her clothes. She would have said something like,

Who is he to tell me what to wear, to help me decide what to wear?However she had grown; now she recognised the caring intent behind his words and genuinely wanted to do something he liked but she couldn't do that.

Eman pursed her lips as Saad looked away from her and started talking with Omair instead.

She wanted to talk to him but turns out he's very upset at her right now.

"Appi...chalo na picture Len." Umama dragged her inside and they couldn't talk.

Saad did steal a glance from her but he went on with his conversation with Omair.

"Eman ke finals bhi hain next week se Hain na?" Bilal asked him out of nowhere.

"Uh..han." Saad replied.

"Last semester hai uska..pata nahi age kiya karna hai usne." Omair said with a sigh..

Bilal chuckled," Journalism karrahi hai to journalist hi bane gi na Chachu."

"Journalism larkiyon ka shauba nahi hai beta." Omair replied with a frown.

Saad raised an eyebrow,"Aisa kis ne kaha Chachu? Larkiyan ziyada achi journalists Hoti Hain."

"Wo Jo chalak hon...meri beti mushkil situations mein ghabra Jati hai." Omair replied and Saad was really offended by now.

Bilal on the other hand, sneaked away as he didn't want to interfere between father in law and his son in law and secondly, Natasha had messaged him that she was feeling nauseous.

"Nahi ghabrati wo...ap kesi baten karrahe Hain Chachu?" Saad spoke, bothered by such mentality of Eman's own father who was ironically his paternal uncle as well.

"Mein us ka baap hoon. Tumse ziyada janta hoon mein usse.. junoon hai usko lekin bad mein jab wo industry ke halat dekhe gi to ghabra Jaye gi wo." Omair replied. He wasn't wrong too. He didn't want his daughter to be a part of a toxic work environment.

Obviously, as a father, he was happy for her to achieve her dreams but sometimes dreams are meant to be forgotten and you have to face the cruel reality of this world and the corrupted people who rule it.

"Ap sahi kehrahe hain. Lekin mein bhi bara howa hoon uske sath and trust me she has the potential to go long ways in this field." Saad said.

Omair chuckled.

"Mein janta hoon...tum pyar karte ho usse lekin beta...mein bhi is duniya mein Zindagi guzar chuka hoon..ye duniya aurat ko koi respect Nahi deti." Omair replied.