Dil Nihaad | دٍل نٍہاد

39 - DIL NIHAAD 🌸

- Amna -

My head snapped in his direction in bewilderment. My eyes dilated slightly. My hand froze on its spot, close to my ear, holding my earring. Was he serious about this?

No... This can't be... I can't... His life will be ruined...

"Azlaan?" I heard Dada Jan but, my mind and body weren't working. I couldn't react further or move my body.

"Main Karun ga Amna se Shadi, Dada Jan..." He repeated himself, looking as sure his life depended on it. His head turned to Dada Jan.

[ I will marry Amna, Grandpa... ]

"Azlaan beta, tum..." Baba mumbled, staring at him. 

[ Azlaan son, you... ]

"Azlaan, Tumhe pata bhi hai ke tum Kya keh rahay ho?" Abd-ar Rahman Bhai asked him, stepping forward towards him.

[ Azlaan, do you know what you're talking about? ]

"Ji..." 

[ Yes... ]

I stared at him for a while blankly, his gaze shifting from Bhai to me holding my eye contact.

"Mujhe Kuch waqt akele mein chahiye... AP sab bahir jayein." I turned back to the mirror, removing my other earring. 

[ I need some time alone... You all go out. ]

"Amna beta-" Baba tried to protest but was silenced by Dada Jan as they all slowly started leaving the room. Ami patted my head before she left. In the end, I saw him from the corner of my eyes, turning to leave...

[ Amna Daughter - ]

"APt Nahin," I mumbled, standing straight as I kept staring at myself in the mirror. 

[ Not you. ]

I felt pathetic. I looked pathetic. 

I heard his steps halt their movements before the door closed, leaving the two of us in this room... All alone. I hated. I hated staying alone in one room with a man but, he won't do anything... I knew that... Although, we still stayed at a distance from each other. He kept standing where he was and I kept standing where I was. I turned around to face him.

"Kyun kar Rahe hain AP aise?" I asked, my voice calm but devoid of any emotion.

[ Why are you doing this? ]

"Kaise?" He asked, staring straight at me.

[ How? ]

Neutral Perspective 

"Kyun Apne AP ko AP is Jahanam mein ghasit rahay hain?" His brows frowned at her assumptions about herself.

[ Why are you dragging yourself in this hell? ]

"Kon si Jahanam, Amna?" He wasn't so calm now.

[ What hell, Amna? ]

"Ye Shadi... AP Nahin kar sakte mere se Shadi." Her voice was anxious.

[ This marriage... You cannot marry me. ]

"Kyun? Kyun Nahin kar sakta main tum se Shadi?" He repeated, taking a step forward.

[ Why? Why can't I marry you? ]

"Kyun ki... AP Nahin jante mujhe..." His head tilted to the side slightly, her explanation was pointless.