A Longing To Be Yours

"Don't you understand? I'm telling you this once and for all: I will never marry you. Do you get that?" Maaz repeated, his voice filled with finality.

Everyone in there was taken aback by his declaration. Maaz's father jumped to his feet. "Son, What's her fault in this?"

Maaz, turning around his eyes blazing with anger, replied, "If she had said no, none of this would have happened."

"And when someone suggests you to marry Hassan? Will you! Nope Nada... It's the same thing I feel when someone suggests me to marry you," Maaz continued, his voice filled with venom marching towards Basma...

Basma, her pride wounded, retorted, "So who are you to decide whom I should marry? I'm also independent and can choose for myself. I didn't force you to marry. Your parents suggested it, and I simply gave my answer to them. I didn't go around accusing anyone. Instead of addressing them directly, you're pointing fingers at me. Whether I marry Hassan or someone else is none of your business."
His uncle, Yaseen, interjected, "Girl, don't you understand? If he doesn't want to marry you, then it's over."

Basma, her voice steady despite the mounting accusations, responded calmly, "I didn't beg or grovel at his feet to marry me, sir."

Zeynab's face was etched with worry. "What is all this? What's going on?"
Yaseen shouted at Zeynab, his anger palpable. "Have you lost your mind or something?"

Maaz, desperate to put an end to the chaos, declared, "Mom, Dad, if it's your wish, I'll marry this bitch. But remember one thing: I will never sleep with her. I will never fulfill my husbandly duties NEVER."

Basma stood in shock, her heart pounding. The Maaz she knew, who had never uttered a single negative word about her, was now painting her as the villain. She felt her dignity slowly crumbling as the accusations poured forth, tearing her soul apart.