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Bekhudi || بیخودی
❝ He gently dragged his hand around the delicate skin of my neck, slowly caressing it under his stifling touch. I felt his breath curling against me, as a wave of sultriness rod...
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Hai tu hi dil jaan hai meri ab se Ve zikr tera na jaaye mere lab se ہے تو ہی دل جان ہے میری اب سے وے ذکر تیرا نہ جا ئے میرے لب سے
An errant breeze whispered through the garden, rustling the leaves of the shrubberies. The cloudy sky had painted itself in glorious shades of red and smoky hues of indigo in anticipation of the night. Birds swarmed the sky, fluttering their wings towards their nests. The rabbits, after a satisfied day, hopped back into their burrows. An odd tranquility prevailed after the sound of the muezzin's call for prayer began fading into the silence of the night.
I breathed deeply and tightened the shawl over my torso against the chilling evening air. It was the first Sunday after our marriage and the whole family had gathered to have their evening tea together. Aliyaar sat besides me, occasionally slipping biscuits in my plate, his hand holding onto mine.
"How long are you in Pakistan for?" Safina aunty turned to Miraal with a cheerful smile. All the guests, except Miraal, had left after the reception. But apart from our infrequent and short meetings at the dinner table, we had not interacted much.
Ever since the wedding, Shehryar too had been unusually quiet, rarely appearing at the dining table. However, their parents didn't seem to mind because Aliyaar had been a regular at all breakfasts and dinners, something which was apparently very unusual of him. I remember how delighted his mother was when we entered the dining room yesterday.
"A week perhaps." Miraal replied with the barest trace of her British accent. "I'm thinking of travelling up North. I have heard it's beautiful." She said with a slight sip of her tea.
"You can stay at our home in Islamabad." Ahmed uncle offered with a kind smile. "Shehryar was telling me this is your first time in Lahore. Have you had a chance to explore our city yet?"
"It's my first time in Pakistan actually." She said with a soft smile, leaning back against the chair. I looked up in surprise at her words. But as my eyes settled upon her, I couldn't help but admire how effortlessly stunning she was.
Lustrous, long, deep brown hair framed her delicate feminine features, yet there was something fiery about the way she carried herself. She was unapologetically fierce, she was unapologetically herself. "Shehryar has been kind to show me around." I heard her say after a while. "I always wanted to attend a Pakistani wedding, so when I found out about you I couldn't help but invite myself." She turned towards me with a laugh.
I smiled at her fondly, "I'm glad you came." And then turned to Shehryar who until now had been sitting quietly besides his mother. "Why would you not invite your friends?" I asked with a knowing smile.
