"Ahad please..." I gazed at his eyes. They were the deepest that I had ever found. My emotions scurried away towards a more tightening grip in my throat, pinning it to an unending saga of pain but that was not my concern.
"Trust me. Parishay was kil...
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Aname has so much of power.
Irony how beautiful his name was designed immaculately in the palm of my hand. Will our life be perfect like this too? I deeply pondered over the fact that if things went bad after our nikah, what will I do? Where will I go? I have no one in Pakistan.
Ahad's family, his relatives including his friends landed in India three days ago. They are staying at our five star hotel which is under Khan Industries. I haven't talked with him after their arrival in Chennai.
Five months have passed in a blink of seconds and it was our mehendi, tomorrow I had to sign my life to him. He was still insisting me to back off. The last conversation we had a week ago ended with him, consoling me to stop this. He didn't wanted this, it was completely his parents who were forcing him into this. It was not like he behaved rude but he didn't wanted me to have a hopeless marriage.
"You are pretty," I looked up. The woman in front of me wore a classical olive green salwar kameez. It shone so bright under the lights that I doubted her to be any less than an actress. Her beauty was perfect so was her aura, the way she stood so confidentially in front of me, I was sure she'd be a trouble to me. "Thanks!"
"But one needs to be pretty inside too inorder to create a life that will reflect beautiful."
For a moment, I wondered if she'd be someone who loved Ahad and her eyes clearly hinted how much anger she had instilled in them but I wanted to make sure before any kind of step that might reflect on my life.
"Excuse me?" I paused horribly glaring at her. I wasn't going to be weak either, it's not like I am in any face. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean?" She touched my palm, tapping the dried particulars of the henna, she smirked. I shrugged the urge to wipe that smirk off. She had already entered the baddest list of my in-laws. I continued shoeing away her hands, "Nevermind, now I don't even want to know. Why will your opinion matter to me?"
She chuckled sitting down besides me, "You are one of a hard nutshell that I am afraid that I might break easily." I was sure now, she wasn't someone who'd back off easily or someone who'd respect me. She was in favour of something which wasn't happening.
She showed that she didn't wanted this marriage but the only thing that haunted me was her eyes.
Her eyes seemed dead, void of any emotions.
I had to bring myself a little stronger than earlier. I wouldn't want her eyes to be the reason for my shorter comebacks. I responded gazing away from her to the decoration of the huge hall where the ladies sat in, "I'll be glad if you tried to break me. Once you touch my strongest mindset, I am afraid that you might break apart yourself."
"Don't you think you are being a little over confident?" She smiled. The poison of her smile irritated my eyes.
