ISHQIYA

Unkaha Ishq VII

"Oh that..." Aneesha was about to answer him but Danish comes in between and answered him "After all Shifa is her grandmother, why wouldn't she? Leave that, Aneesha go and fill your stomach, go, go." Danish said hurriedly.

Aneesha grinned at him and dragged Zaeem to the food court.

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Zaeem and Aneesha were having food they ordered, Aneesha was blabbering and Zaeem was grumbling listening to her.

In between Aneesha intentionally tried to rub her foot with Zaeem, but he ignored her, then she kept her hand on his but again he jerked her hand and seethed in irritation "What are you doing, Aneesha?"

"Zaeem, I'm just trying to start a conversation with you" Aneesha purred.

"You are talking for almost half an hour" Zaeem rolls his eyes at her.

"Yeah, Zaeem only I am talking not you. I take you here to spend some time with you, to discuss our further relationship and you are sitting mum here." Aneesha complained.

Zaeem chuckled sarcastically and snarled at her "What relation Aneesha, you are my sister, where could we take it further."

"Sister, Zaeem, I...I want to marry you, make you my life.....life partner and you are calling me your sister" her high spirit fell down.

Frustration gripped Zaeem, "Want to marry me? Are you out of your mind, Aneesha?"

Aneesha moved close to him, gripping his hand she insisted "Zaeem, are you saying because I have a baby or I am not a virgin, If for baby then dad has told me that after their Aneesha will take care of Saira, I have nothing to do with that child of that man and if you are saying no because I am not a virgin then......" Zaeem can't hear her rubbish further and jerked her away.

"Aneesha are you out of your mind, virgin really" he sneered "That's why your father is marrying Shifa, right" he battled an urge to throw that woman out of the food court.

 "And you will leave your own flesh of blood to someone else to enjoy your life. You are forgetting she is your blood too, you kept her in your womb for 9 months, and you gave her birth, woman. And Shifa she is just 21, marrying her to a 50 year old man for becoming a housewife, she also has dreams, Oh! What mentality you have Miss. Aneesha Ali" he claps his hand at her thinking, and giving her a last disgust glance, he gets up to go away from her but Aneesha's next words stopped him in his tracks.

"Are you in love with that mute piece of scum, Zaeem? Then let me tell you my father will not leave her for your behavior" Aneesha gave him a warning.

"And do you think I will let him do that?" His flesh prickled in disgust, he picked up the glass on the table and threw it away in a corner, breaking it into pieces, a vein popped out in her neck with fear and she shrieked, but Zaeem walked away from her as far as he could.

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Zaeem was venting all his anger on the punching bag.

So, Danish is marrying Shifa for Saira.

And the look in his eyes............

Disgusting.....

And what did she say, her father won't leave Shifa, no, no.

Why ammi is doing this?

Ammi, now you can't run away from me, you have to answer me.

Taking a towel he dried his sweat and ran to his ammi for answers.

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"Ammi" Zaeem called out for Zubaira.

"Yes, dear" Zubaira came to him.

Not wasting much time he asked her "Why are you doing this?"

Zubaira frowned then looked down understanding the meaning of his question but still she asked innocently "What dear?"

Zaeem closed his eyes at his mother's instinct and asked again "Shifa's marriage to Danish."

"She is growing into a young woman, Zaeem, and I am growing old, and I don't want you to burden with her" Zubaira taunts him.

He shut his eyes at his foolishness and whispered "Then why he, he is at least 29 year older than her, and......" he stopped for a second and taking deep breath he continued "And what if he leaves her like my sperm donor leaves you?, what if he abuse her, I can't see her like this, ammi."

"Danish will not leave her, men like him want a young body beside his bed to pleasure himself, men like him want an unpaid servant as a wife, he will not." Zubaira swallowed her sobs.

"And you are letting him do that?" Zaeem looked at his mother in shock, "Ammi, please stop this wedding, how can you do this to her" he whispered.

"Ammi, please, I....I love her ammi." For the first time Zaeem gave words to his feelings, he pleaded with his mother.

Zubaira felt numb all over listening to her son's confession and whispered "It's very late Zaeem, you don't know what happened with her."

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