The Love I Gave You Once

Chapter 3: The Newlyweds

"This song is dedicated to Mr and Mrs. Mirza Shah!" The wedding singer spoke into the mic while our family and friends clapped and slowly he started to sing the lyrics of Dil Diyan Gallan by Rahat Fateh Ali Khan.

I was sitting on the stage alone. I didn't know where Mirza had wandered off to, and I didn't really care. I looked at my hands, they had no henna on them. My eyes started to become watery and I blinked it away but one tear escaped and landed on my palm. I always loved henna and wanted to be the Bride with Henna up to her shoulders and legs but I never got to experience that or my cousins dancing and singing me traditional wedding songs. I wanted to be the normal  happy bride. I saw a women walk in with long red hair parted to one side with this beautiful dark red lipstick shade and a beautiful emerald colored sari, she looked so beautiful and mysterious. We made eye contact and just stared at each other. In my heart I felt as though she knew something about my new husband and as if she heard my thoughts she smirked and gave me a disgusted look, as if I was not good enough to be sitting in the center with all the attention on me.

She walked over to Mirza's family and sat with his mother and whispered in her ear. His Mother looked over at me with pity. 

I quickly looked back at the entrance and saw Mirza walk in looking disheveled and a dark red lipstick stain on his neck. 

I felt my heart sink and all I could do was sit and watch.

He couldn't even look me in the eyes as he walked over and sat down with me.

He grabbed my hand but I pulled it away.

"You are vile." I whispered at him trying to hold in all my composure to not slap him.

"Maybe you shouldn't have embarrassed me in-front of our family and imam." He said whispering angrily, his eyes turning black.

So me not saying qabool hain at the exact moment made him go make-out with his mistress. What a fair revenge. Well if he wants to play this game, I will be the best player.

I smiled at him showing my teeth and pinched his cheek. He was shocked.

"Won't you introduce me to your play toy? I would love to meet her and get some tips to keep my baby boy happy" I said mockingly.

"She is the love of my life." He said with no hint of hesitation.

"But I am your wife now and you better not forget that." I said piercing my eyes into his dirty soul.

"She is my wife too." He said grabbing my hand as if he knew this news would make me run.

"I---" just as I was about to respond our parents came onto the stage to start the ring ceremony. His play toy followed his parents onto to the stage holding my ring on a plate covered in flowers.

"No" I whispered. I couldn't believe my Father or Batool didn't tell me that he was already married. How could they do this to me? Everyone knew except me, even the makeup artist and the Imam. 

"What beautiful couple!" Batool said holding the plate with the ring I had to put on Mirza's Finger.

"Yes they will have such cute babies." Mirza's mom said smiling with a desire for grandchildren.

It all hit me at once. I was to be the bride to give him a child. 

"Bano Jaan, put the ring on our handsome groom." Batool said smiling at me but her eyes were telling me if I walked out that I would not leave alive. 

I took the ring and gave her the biggest fake smile and than placed the ring gently on Mirza's hand to show them all that I to can fake it all.

"Mirza your turn!" The play toy said putting the ring his hand.

He looked at her and than me and for a moment I thought he wouldn't put the ring on my finger but he did very harshly almost braking my finger.

Before I could scream in pain everyone started to clap and take pictures with us.

The night ended and I said farewells to everyone and purposefully ignored saying bye to my Father or Batool. I didn't even want to look them in the face because I felt so empty and sad. All the energy I had to fight disappeared and I was the first to sit in the back of car, while Mirza was discussing something with my Father outside of the car. The driver was an old man with a grey mustache and sitting next to him was his play toy. Great, she was in the same car as me.

"What's your name?" I asked exhausted.

"Yasmine." She said quietly. 

"Why?" I whispered.

"You already know why." She said.

"I want to hear you say it." I said.

"You will give us a baby." She said with so much emotion in her voice.

I stared blankly out the window. How did I allow them to do this to me.

I saw my Father get angry and push Mirza.Mirza just laughed said something to my Father and get into the car. The look on my Father was that of pain and regret, as if he just realized what a big mistake he made to marry me off to Mirza. I Felt Mirza sit right next to me and hold my hand.

"Ziyah take us home." He instructed the driver.

"Yes Sir.", the driver started to drive and I just looked out the window as my Father started to throw his hands in the air and curse at the car.

"What did you do?" I asked softly.

"You will find out soon Bano Jaan." He said smirking in the dark car.

I knew whatever it was it could not be worse than the situation I already found myself in.