Unfulfilled Desires (Adhori Chahatein)

♡♥ The Night Without Words♡♥

Raseen~POV

The Cherry Mercedes Benz drives down the soulful night of Karachi with all the other expensive cars behind us, filled with family and friends.

The roads have been cleared for us as there are people from around the Asia who have flown to Pakistan to be part of Wasiq wedding.

The securities guards dress in the black suit are at the front and back in the gray Hilux with motorbikes along the sides, driving with great pleasure. They are on constant alert to make sure nothing happens and to safely takes us to our destination, which is my new house.

The car is moving at the ant speed and it seems like I am going to blow up from impatience. As this has been one hundred two times I had asked the Wasiq manager.

"Are we there yet?"

I and the manager are the only people who are driving this Benz. There is so much space, at least four more people could fit in with us but I don't know why Wasiq is driving own his own. He could have at least sat with me and maybe my journey wouldn't have been this dreadful.

I can't do anything because of the building nervousness.

I stare out at the fans holding up Wasiq name banners and colourful torchlight that lit the dark night like a day. They are chorusing his name like a song meanwhile some of them have put on bollywood music. All of this seems so surreal. Its like I am at a live concert of Atif Aslam to which I had been to at the insistence of Sonia since she is a huge fan of his. That was my first time and once I had gotten out, I thought my cochlea is damage.

Looking at the beautiful girls of the various region and going through so much effort makes me realize how truly special is Wasiq. He could have gotten any of these pretty girls but I came along his way.

I feel possessive of him for getting so much love from strange girls who he presumably call fans. The way, the fans cries out loud in happiness at the mere sight of him makes me want to hide him from them. Why can't they get over him now. He is married and taken by me.

I haven't realized but I have fisted up my hand and I am constantly punching the red leather of seat. Upon which I realized the manager is asking me something while I am acting like a jealous insecure wife already. I told him its nothing to which he lets out a low chuckle.

"It's not, what you think...I am not affected by the girls throwing themselves at him" I said in a frustrated voice.

"Ahem...I never said anything" the manager replies, gawking like an idiot.

"Why has he rolled down his window and now sticking out his hand and waving and now probably smiling" I voice my thoughts loudly because the manager has opened his big mouth again.

"That is our agency doing...which you think, he wants to do. No...but rather he is ordered to do ....to leave his good image you know and all. That is why he is the prince of Asia" he says as he stops the car.

The only reason is that Wasiq has gotten out and is hugging a grandma who is standing at the standby while all the girls are squealing in happiness.

"Now isn't that too much," I said as I moved up between the two seat and my mouth is few inches away from manager's ears.

"The Angel WD image," he says as he gives me a look that says aren't you too close.