That Is Where My Heart Resides.

15.Mahoor

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Nothing is working out now.

"Mahoor how much time are you going you take?!", Ammi entered the room peacefully,silence hovering over the place.Everything was at its respected place just as Ammi left it.The Nikkah dress,purely of a light purple color with a light lilac combination,full of rhinestones,sending down shines and glitters all over the place.The traditional lehanga was on my bed,rather than me wearing it.Makeup was still there and all makeup products were spilled like water on my dressing table.Block heels were facing the dress in extreme silence,shining brightly.

Apart from all this,beside the bed,on the corner of the room lay a damp soul that I guessed belonged to me.Why was I doing this to myself?
I should certainly be happy,finally its my wedding that I awaited the most;since childhood.For myself to be dressed as a traditional bride with that slaying dress full of work (full of work refers to the rhinestones and small diamonds)
Vibrant red lipstick covering my lips,giving of that look of a Pakistani bride.Bright red henna on my hands upside down.

The henna girl also entered the room and just stood beside the door erected until Ammi asked her to take place on the sofa as first I could get my henna done and then dress up.

"Baji what kind of mehndi you want?", she asked politely.

"Mahoor I need to ready by 1 pm", with that Ammi walked out closing the door.

"I'm not aware of any designs", I replied my face without any emotion and I was unable to speak up.My voice was inaudible and it felt like it didn't even sounded like my own.My wish was to get rid of all this amd just run away to a place where I could take refuge.

"I'll be applying arabic mehndi,it will definitely look nice on your hands",she replied looking upon my long hands.

My face showed no expression to which she seemed to act uneasy.

"Umm...I guess you're not happy with your marriage,believe me everyone is like that before their marriage but soon sometime after the marriage,maybe three four eyes after,you'll just think he was the best for you", she explained just like an elder sister would suggest or a friend.

With the thought of friend I just realised that I haven't talked to Jannat for so much time,just because of that stupid reason.How could I have been acting like a fool for these days?

I somehow managed to call Jannat,who I myself thought would be busy in marriage preparations,but I just dialled until she picked up.

"Asalamo Alaikum,Mahoor"

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"Mahoor!?"

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"Mahoor why are you crying?Is everything fine?Mahoor?"

"Please forgive me Jannat"

"For what?"

"I was angry at you for many days and didn't even talk to you"

"I didn't even thought that,I thought you might be busy somewhere"

"But I still am sorry"

"Its okay Mahoor but why are you crying?Don't tell me that the reason is you are getting married to that hot guy"

"Can you please be serious for a second Jannat?"

"Oh okay what's happening?"

"I'm getting married."

"To that Sameer guy?"

"No"

"Who is it then?"

"Omer"

"Omer who?"

"My phuppos son"

"That weird cousin of yours you scared?"

".........yes"

"How come?"

"It is almost a forced marriage"

"How can your parents do that?"

"Jannat wo majboor hein,try to understand."

"Why are phuppos always a wet blanket?"

"Can you please stop your dumb questions and help me for once?"

"Is there something I can do for you?"

"Try to get rid of him for me"

"I got an idea!"

"What?"

"He might be marrying you for some reason,just like you see in bollywood movies,firstly go and find the reason,secondly he must be having someone in his life before,so to hide his mistake maybe phuppo wants to marry you to him so that all of that could be a secret"

"I suspect the second thought of yours,I have seen him texting someone on phone and he didn't show it to me saying it was personal,I've got an idea"

"What?"

"Firstly just be here Jannat,then I'll tell you"

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