Mixed plate! ( a collection of short stories)

Man Razi ( part 6)

Armaghan entered the room to find it in a mess. And his bride was on the bed in a disceheveld condition. Her dupata sprawled on the ground. Hrr face was tear and makeup stained. Her hair all messy. She seemed extremely disturbed.

"Parishay. " looking around he called her.

"Get out of here!!! Dekhlia tamasha mera! Ab jao, chor do mujhe akela.( you havw seen my misery, now leave me alone.)"
She had yelled pulling onto her hair and sighing he went near her.

"Parishay hosh main aao. ( parishat come into senses plesse),"
Holding her arms he pulled her to him and resting her head on his shoulder she cried, she screamed, she wailed, staining his kameez with her smudged mascara.

"You dont deserve me armaghan, They all played a game. I am doomed. No one trusts me. "
She was hysteric and he was vulnerable. He did not know how to handle her . He had never thought about a wedding night like this .

"I trust you parishay. Please dont say things like this, they hurt my soul."
He whispered kissing her head and Her cries subsided and silence took over, as if she had receieved peace.
Pulling her back alittle with his hands supporting her upper body  he looked at her snd  saw her alseep. Carrying her in his arms he brought her to the bed and put her to sleep, tucking her in blanket.
 Getting up his eyes caught the pack of sleeping pills lying on the dressing table and rage rose in him.

Cursing under his breath he took them and disposed them off.
Changing he lied beside her. Sleep out of his eyes.
why had she done that to him??? Why did she have to take sleeping pills and that too on their wedding night.
Was he a fool to trust her? was she really into raoul and now absolutely torn and shaken by  his death.
Different thoughts lingered in his mind.
Shaking his head he got up up from the bed and walked into the bathroom to take a warm shower to cool down his nerves and brain.

.......

Next morning Parishay woke up with a severe headache. Freshening up she got ready and left  the room. Coming into the attached sitting area she saw Armaghan having breakfast casually sitting in his white shalwar kameez with a peshawri black chapli ( sandal).

"Assalam o alaikum."  Silently taking a seat beside him she greeted.

"Walaikum assalam." He whispered back not bothering to spare her a glance and his ignorance was killing her.

"Armaghan, main...(I...)" she started speaking but was cut through sharply.

"Please eat and let me eat in peace too." His tone was harsher than his words.

"I am not hungry, just a cup of tea will do to wave off my headache."
She managed to whisper, trying really hard to control the tears.

"The stunt u pulled last night is not acceptable parishay.
Why did tou need the pills? Haan!"
Having had enough he put the cutlery on the table with a bang and asked sternly. She flinched inwardly. She was not ready to answer.