His Obsession

Chapter 18 (Part I)

The rising sun with its scorching rays found me obessessing over today's events.The plethora of emotions have gripped me entirely I was wavering in midst of anger, safety, fear, trust, despair, helplessness, hope & much more.The thing that was constantly nagging me was the astute feeling of safety which prevailed when Aarej cuddled me, it was the most weird feeling in itself but when Aarej's warmth enveloped me I felt absolutely safe, it was as nothing could hurt me (how Ironic the guy who is the biggest threat to me Iam feeling safe with him!huh!).
He threatened me first thing in the morning & now I have to attend the absurd reception & Iam feeling protected with him...Maharukh you have gone mad... Oh Allah plz help me!

This is all so strange...extremely confusing..I was startled from my mindboggling train of thoughts when Fatima came & asked me that Aarej was asking me to come for breakfast. I gwaked at her like she have grown two heads but she simply repeated the request but I was beyond angry with him, who does he think he is huh...ordering everyone, first he threatened me in the morning & now mister wants me at the table for breakfast..dream on mister Iam not coming!

I told Fatima to tell Aarej that Iam not coming.After 5 mins as expected Aarej himself came enraged growling.I watched him amused, he stalked towards me cornering me with the wall, now I was regretting baiting him.He rolled his neck & glared at me with so much emotion that I could not keep his gaze, prying my eyes from his soulful eyes I watched the ceiling suddenly very interested in its design.He tipped my chin & undoubtedly I looked into his eyes, their was a desperation which I haven't seen, a need so profound that I couldn't find in me to reject it.He finally whispered so softly

Maharukh, You are mine & I wanted to have breakfast with you...I never had one with anyone!

I glanced at him suprised at his admission, his eyes were vulnerable suddenly his long eyelashes cloaked his eyes & when he looked up all emotions disappeared from them.
I was highly confused & astonished at the slight show of emotion but abruptly, he turned back & left without saying anything.

After sometime Fatima brought my breakfast to my room I was literally v.grateful I needed time to think about Aarej's weird behavior.

The rest of the day was a blur I dont remember any of it.As the afternoon approached I was completely exhausted, after analyzing Aarej's ambiguous attitude & I left it at that I won't be able to understand him ever.I prayed Zuhr Salah (afternoon prayer) & supplicated for guidance from Allah Almighty.Fatima came & brought the dress & all accessories as well as, telling me that the beautician will be here in half an hour. I looked at everything uninterested...I was just doing it for my family as I have no interest in any of it...After my shower Fatima came with the beautician she worked her magic on me for several hours & I sat their robotically ignoring them both quite efficiently. When my makeup was done I was instructed to change I did unwillingly, with my hair done I was declared ready or in Fatima's words

Bhabi(brother's wife) you look so beautiful, Aarej's Bhai will forget to breathe.

I watched my reflection dispassionately I wore a white dress of lenga (long skirt) & short shirt adorned with gold & silver handiwork it was compliment with white gold jewelry.My makeup was light opposite of the previous wedding day & it was the only thing which I actually liked other than that, my hair were left cascading over my shoulders & back with the slight puff in the front, a white flower was also placed in my hair to finish the look.The beautician set my dupatta on my shoulders which came to my front.To be very honest...I hate myself alot, I hated how beautiful I looked, I hated that Aarej is going to see me like this ready for him, I hated I have to pretend to be happy when I was bawling inside, I hated everything about this situation, I hated him so much who have forced me into this, I hate him....absolutely hate him!