Qissa-E-Mohabbat

wajih~

Unaifa was a beautiful, graceful woman, but the sadness in her eyes spoke of deep trauma. Wajih’s mother, fehmida/amma, had quickly taken a liking to her, seeing the young woman as someone who was in need of both care and protection. The two women grew close, with amma offering onaifa comfort and advice, and wajih, though reserved, trying his best to make her feel safe.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and a soft breeze blew through the open windows of wajih's house, the calm of the evening was shattered by a loud banging on the door. Amma, who was sitting in the living room with onaifa, looked at the door in confusion. Wajih was still at work, and neither of them was expecting visitors.

Without waiting for an invitation, the door burst open, and a group of rough-looking men stormed inside. They were loud, aggressive, and clearly on a mission. At the head of the group was a tall, imposing man named hamad, the brother of the man onaifa had been engaged to. His face was twisted with anger, and his eyes scanned the room until they landed on onaifa, who was sitting frozen in shock.

"Where is she?" Hamad growled, his voice filled with menace. "The runaway bride. Where is onaifa?"

Fehmida, trying to protect her guest, stood up quickly, placing herself between the intruders and onaifa. "You cannot just barge in here and make demands!" she protested, her voice shaking but strong. "This is my house, and you will not harm anyone here."

Hamad sneered at her. "This is not your concern, old woman," he spat. "Your guest here is a thief—a thief of honor. She fled her wedding and humiliated our family. Now, we are here to collect what she owes us."

Onaifa, trembling, stood up slowly, her heart racing. She could feel the heat of their eyes on her, the weight of their anger pressing down on her chest. She had tried to forget the nightmare of the wedding she had run from, but it was all rushing back now—her family's threats, the humiliation, the man she had been forced to marry.

"I am not going back," onaifa said, her voice barely a whisper. "I cannot marry him. I do not love him."

Hamad’s face darkened, and he stepped forward menacingly. "You don’t get to decide that. You belong to my family now. You’ll come with us, and there will be consequences if you don’t."

As the goons moved closer, fehmida backed up, her face pale but determined. "You are not taking her," she said, her voice stronger now. "My son will not allow it."

The situation was escalating quickly. Onaifa’s heart thudded in her chest as the men circled closer, their eyes filled with intent. The air was thick with tension, and onaifa knew they were not here for any kind of peaceful resolution. The door to the house creaked open just as the men were about to grab her, and in that instant, a familiar voice rang out.

"Enough!"

Wajih entered the room like a storm,
He knew something was wrong when he got a call from the hospital some people were asking for his address and asking the whereabouts of onaifa,

his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. His face was set in grim determination, and his eyes locked onto the group of men as he strode forward. The goons hesitated, momentarily thrown off balance by his sudden arrival.

"I said enough," wajih repeated, his voice like steel. He stood tall, his posture radiating confidence and authority. "No one is going to harm this woman, and no one is going to take her from this house."

Hamad turned towards wajih, his sneer returning. "And who do you think you are? This is none of your business, civil servant. Stay out of this, or we’ll deal with you too."

Wajih’s eyes narrowed. "You want to deal with me?" he asked, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of menace. "You’ll have to go through me first."