She fell in love. She couldn't be with him. She married someone else. She fell in love again. Then she fell apart.
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Iraj Kazmi knows only one thing, that she's always right. Then life proves her wrong...
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"How do I look?" Iraj asked her housecleaning lady. She had worn a white silk top and white skirt to go for her first ever dinner with her husband.
Iraj had been always extremely critical about the choice of clothing for herself, there was no space for compromising. She'd never wear anything that anyone would gift her and she never allowed anyone to get her clothes either, if they weren't of her own choice. Everyone who knew her knew that Iraj was never to be given clothes or shoes as gifts.
"Ma'am, you look very beautiful." Iraj squealed with happiness at the woman's words.
"Thank you, thank you!" She blew a kiss at her and ran into her room to put on her sandals.
She was about to go downstairs when her phone rang. It was her mother. "Assalam o alaikum mom, how are you?"
"Walekum assalam, where are you?" She said without answering Iraj.
"Um, home...where else?" Iraj rolled her eyes.
"We're all waiting here for you, Azfar has been waiting since a long time Iraj, why are you not here yet?" Iraj was stunned with that, her husband was supposed to be on his way home right?
"But, I don't know what you're talking about mom. No one told me anything about whatever you're talking about." She was wondering what was going on.
"Iraj, your father has finalized a contract with the government of the United Kingdom, for construction of a football stadium. Azfar and your father have been at the party since last two hours and you're not even here." Oh so it was her father being recognized again. The only important days of her mother's life.
"Mom, Azfar didn't—"
"No complains about your husband Iraj. That's not very appealing as a woman. Now be here as soon as you can." She cut her daughter off and disconnected the call.
"Mien koi farishta hoon ya nabi ke mujhe vahi naazil hogi? When they haven't told me how will I even know that I have to be there!" She stomped her feet in annoyance. Iraj moved towards the car outside the house and then got inside with much more irritation. "They always do this and scold me. It's never my fault."
(Am I an angel or a prophet that I'd receive a holy revelation about this?)
She drove to her parents house that was not too far from her own house. The huge Kazmi residence was lit up. She saw cars, many cars outside on the street of the house. Taking her car inside the driveway as the gates of the place opened for her she stopped her car right in front of the entrance door and gave her keys to the one of the caretakers outside.
"Good evening Iraj ma'am." She was greeted the moment she handed the keys to him.
"Good evening." Internally she was telling herself about how truly the opposite of good this evening was about to become.
