Maryam and Shehryaar

He Snatched Away Her Ring!!!

CHAPTER 22

Maryam sent him a voice message and kept on crying, don’t know when she fell asleep. She had terrible nightmares that night; she saw she was surrounded by fire and the flames were getting closer and closer to her and she had nowhere to run or escape…. She kept on calling Shehryaar but he didn’t come. She had a a really broken sleep whole night and she woke up quite late in the morning. When she got up the first thought came into her mind was of Arsalan Muzaffar, she got afraid with the mere idea of meeting him once again, don’t know why but she found him a dangerous man, almost psycho!

She got up and after taking a shower, she came down, it was getting cold in Pakistan, Novembers are usually the start of proper winters in Lahore. She quickly came down and found Sara reading a magazine. It was 11 and Ali was still at home, he was busy doing something on his laptop. Both of them ignored her first, she went to the kitchen and took out the juice in her glass. She came back to the hall where Ali and Sara were sitting and she sat in front of them on the sofa, they still didn’t look up at her. She wanted to talk to her brothers, she wanted to sort things out before its too late.

“Ali bhai!.... She called him and he didn’t look up first, but then he reluctantly looked at her face, Sara still going through the magazine.

“Ali bhai…. Please don’t call them at home, I won’t be able to meet him or his father, ” she literally begged him and he rolled his eyes

“Maryam don’t be such a fool, I told you already that I won’t hear any excuses” Ali said in a firm tone

“but bhai.... I am married” Maryam tried to protest

“bhoool jao sab job hi wahan hua…. You are not going back” Ali said decisively and Maryam felt the glass would drop from her hand

“bhaaiii?..... how can you say this? Mein Shehryaar k ilawa kisi k sath nai reh sakti, I love him” Maryam said, stopping her tears and Sara looked at her sarcastically

“Maryam bacho wali baten mat karo, Arsalan can give you the world, he has everything a girl wants; luxury, money, facilities and a bright future” Ali said shutting down his laptop

“I don’t want these things bhai” Maryam said in a whisper

“Then I would say you are lucky, you are going to have all these blessings without asking them from God” Ali said casually

“They are coming to lunch, Sara prepare well, okay! And Maryam dress up nicely” Ali instructed and stood up Maryam couldn’t say anything she left the half finished glass on the table and went to her room

It was 1 in the afternoon when Aliya came in her room and asked her to come down as the guests were there. Maryam was still sitting on her bed in the same dress she was wearing in the morning.

“maryam what is this? Go and change the dress, wear something good” Aliya said as if it was a very happy moment of her life

“bhabi how can you do this to me? Ap bhi to aurat hen, why don’t you understand then?” Maryam looked at her helplessly and she looked away. A tint of shame on her face

“Maryam its for your good dear, now come down”

“I am not coming” Maryam said firmly, and Aliya went out of the room. Maryam sat there for like half an hour thinking… thinking for a way out and then she stood up, changed her dress wore a simple cotton suit and came downstairs. Arsalan and MUzaffar were sitting in the hall with everybody else. Maryam noticed Muzaffar was a man in his late fifties, well built and with a rough and tough look. His attire was shouting back his richness and Arsalan on the other hand was sitting all calm and relax, in a white polo shirt and light blue jeans… he had his father’s features, solid and rough. They saw her coming and Arsalan’s calm smiles changed into a smirk she thought she was familiar with. She slowly came forward.