"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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A beautiful beginning starts with love.
Here, Ahad and I were tied to this. Intentionally or unintentionally, forcibly or unforced. We were here, signing our lives to each other in order to extract happiness out of a cracked marriage, that melted onto our lives like a sacred game we were afraid to play and I wouldn't lie, we were afraid.
"Qubool hai."
I could hear several voices muffled up, creating a bedazzled cheer. I felt a moist droplet of tear that had dropped down my eyes at my hands and I hadn't even noticed. I realised, I was crying. Have I given my life to him? It kind of feels that way. My life was guarded by my parents now it felt as if the guardian changed, the families changed, the priorities rearranged, hearts a little uneasy.
The papers were passed to me by Mom from Minal. I had Mom and Zahiraah besides me. Minal sat beside Zahiraah. I silently gazed at the paper that took my life off from a ground. The lump in my throat was hurting to much to not let go. I wanted to scream, yell, cry but this wasn't the place nor was this the time to let my emotions decide what I had let go six months ago.
Zahiraah passed the pen to me. The extraordinary fancied pen looked girly to me. In both of us, Zahiraah was someone who'd apt for casual when I loved being girly. Suddenly, I wanted to laugh at my fate, which decided to girly life as my destiny and future. Fate decided a life for me with no love or affection when I was showered with it my whole life.
I sighed, signing my name shaking. That was not the best of my signs. This was too ugly, this looked too bad at the same time it looked natural. I didn't even tried to sign, they came without an effort but was too hard to admit. A droplet of tear dropped in the paper just above my sign, as they took the paper, the ink in between spread down in the paper. Minal got the paper again. She signalled me to darken the edges of the words. I could see the moisture in her eyes, they were wet. Was she crying?
My best friend was crying.
I slightly signed it and kept the pen aside. Two arms engulfed my shoulders. At that moment, I felt whose hands it was. I have always admired these hands, they were born with me. They were my twin's; my mirror, my beginning and the end.
"I don't know what to say to you..." She whispers. I could feel warm tears that had escaped her eyes like pearls that were too good to be dropped. I let her engulf me as we cried in silence. We weren't the twins who'd fight, we were exceptionally different because we had only each other to rely on since our childhood. "Don't say anything. We have nothing much now."
My voice came out like a mere whisper but I was sure she heard it. She rubbed my shoulders, holding them tighter, several tears that dropped by as we had closed our eyes tightly.
