"Liybha, can you please get my jewelry box from my dressing table, I almost forgot about it" Aisha orders me. She has all the suitcases open around in the living room, she is checking to insure we haven't missed anything.
I sprint upstairs to Aisha's room to retrieve her jewelry box.
Bhaiyh is in his room, on the phone, but as I came in his voice hushes down. That was weird, ever since I have arrived this morning Bhai has been busy on the phone. So unusual for him.
But I just shrug it off as nothing, it may be just his work stuff.
When I return downstairs with the jewelry box, Ami informs me I forgot to pack my purple dress so I have to rush up to my closet.
That's how I spend the majority of my last few hours my house, packing things and retrieving them. Yet every step I take makes me realize that I am moving forward , towards Zunair. But I don't want to take steps forward, I want to take steps back to Hamid.
I have to marry Zunair. There is certainly no other option.
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"Flight Ek407 please start checking in." The speaker announces just as we are going into the clearance check-in section in order to board the plane. I follow behind Ami, Bhai and Aisha but my heart picks up speed. I don't want this, I want Hamid, I need him , no one else can make me feel the way he makes me feel.
My legs start shaking, I don't want to move on. I know this may be selfish but I can't go, can't leave my heart behind.
I don't know where I weild up the courage from, but I pull out all my strength, because what I am about to do can not be undone.
I retrace my steps back, no one has noticed yet as they are still moving ahead. I whirl around and start walking out of the check- in section.
After a few seconds of walking I sense someone behind me. I tilt my head back to see Bhai and Aisha coming towards me. I can see Ami , still walking away unaware of our absence.
I drop myself on the waiting chairs, Bhai and Aisha join me on both sides. I place my head on Bhaiyha's shoulder and the tears stream out of me. He takes me in his arms quietly, while I sob and Aisha is rubbing my back with her hands as a mean of comfort.
" I am sorry, I can't do it, I can't marry Zunair, I just can't" I tell my brother in between sobs. I also remove my diamond ring and throw it away without a single glance.
"Hey, it's okay Liybha, just look up."
Bhaiyha says to me.
I move my head side to side,in his arms indicating my answer; no.
"You sure you don't want to look up.",
A familiar voice flows into my ears forcing me to diverse my head away from my brother's arms.There in front of me, kneeling on one knee is Hamid.
"How-, What are you doing here? " I demand of him.
" I wouldn't be here without Shehry's help, he helped me take this step and arrange this, "He tells me indicating back with his hands. This also explains why Bhaiyha was on the phone most of the time.
It is only then, the background come into focus; thers are two of my brother's friend and an imam standing there, clasping a file in his hand.
I retreat my eyes back to Hamid's deep green eyes which hold so much love for me.
"Liybha, I fell for you a long time ago and ever since then I have only wanted one person by my side. I don't ever want to lose my best friend. Could you please give me the honour, of marrying me and become my wife, as it is only with you ,I see my future. Would you like to unite with me in nikha, at this very right moment?"
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RomanceA story of a 21 year old muslim girl called Liybha who lives in New Zealand. She is engaged to a business man's son. But her heart and soul has been long claimed by Hamid. A friendship from her childhood who she left behind in Pakistan. But fate...