Episode 43

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Guess who's back and writing😂😂

This is the song that was my second inspiration for this book. But if you think any other song fits it more than please tell me😁 enjoy

Raza's POV

She left..... Just like she said she would. She left after a week, a week of pure euphoria. A week full of love and passion. She made sure to leave me with thousands of her memories, and now I sat on my bed staring at the worn out leather cover of her dairy.

From the looks of it, it was old and bulky filled with her emotions that I feared I won't be able to handle.

Taking a deep breath I pulled the cover of the diary. The first page revealed her name written in the most beautiful cursive writing. I ran a hand on it and moved to the next. It was picture. A picture of hers with her family. She looked so happy. Her eyes twinkled as she smiled brightly for the camera, tucked under her Baba's arm.

~ October 9, 2011; Baba's birthday.

It said under it. I flipped the page to come face to face with a name, or most importantly his name Kashan Wali. It was as if the person who wrote it gave her all in just writing his name.

The title was written in bold letters. My eyes skimmed to the words that screamed her beaming smile.

~ December 12th, 2011; best day of my life.

I can't believe it... I just can't believe it. Its happening. Heheheeeeeee I'm sooo happy. Ya Allah I feel like the luckiest person alive. Haha. He came. He came with his family like he promised. He asked Baba to make his wife. Aaaaaaa..... He proved to me he loves me otherwise he wouldn't have listened to me. Uffff I can't even write my hands are shaking with happiness. Hehehe my face hurts by smiling so much but I can't help it. My heart is beating so fast I can feel myself shaking. I'm just scared I might pass out because of this happiness.

I just hope all this goes well. I'll try to be the BEST wife I can be. I'll love him so much he wouldn't ever need anything else in life.

The hand writing was shaky. The reader could clearly see her happiness seeping through it. I guess this was the day kashan took the proposal for her. I could basically see the young Dua squealing and jumping around like she always used to when she would be extremely happy. I could see her hands and face turning red due to the rush of aderelaine. I felt a pang of....... Hurt? Comparing her excitement to our wedding I felt dead.

What exactly happen to turn her upside down. I for some reason didn't want to read further but the sooner I get this done the sooner I can get her back.

~December 13th, 2011; Baba can't do this to me.

Baba can't do this to me. He can't reject the man I love. No he has to accept him or I don't know what I'll do. I'm being emotional yes! But I have every right to be. Ever since I've known what liking someone is, what imagining your picture perfect fairytale with is I've always seen kashan in them. He was the one I wanted and if Baba thinks he can talk me out of this them he's wrong. If is stubborn so am I. I will fight for my love till the very end. I have hope and faith in Allah SWT he won't put me down.

I don't know why I feel like this, maybe Baba is just saying this for sometime but then he'll be fine with it but I don't know. I don't want to marry someone else. I love kashan and he's what matters to me the most. I'll run away if I have to, but first I'll try to convince Baba. I... Don't want to give up on the feeling I've been feeling since I was 16. I just can't.

~December 29th, 2011; I've succeeded.

After days of arguing and starving myself Baba finally gave his consent. I didn't want to do anything wrong I wanted his blessings and now I'll get them, but then why do I not feel like I've achieved what I wanted. I'm happy sure I am but there's this tiny void in my head that's saying I should not hurry into this. I guess I'm just over thinking, because its the first time I've argued with Baba. I will apologize first thing in the morning but still won't back down. Kashan is mine and I am his. Cringy but I don't care. That's the reality and I would like to keep it that way.

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