Shariq-e-Qurbat

Pt18: An little blooming love

Sorry for being late.

Work gets me drained
Computers get me migrained

Anyways, e-m-o-ti-on-al damage !
I mean, this chapter is .

I wanna slow dance in a living room like we're 18 and senior prom and grow old with someone who makes me feel young.  I need a man who loves me like my grandfather loved my grandmother.

Happy reading 📚 😊

Mehak's Pov

After confession, I snuggled up in him.
Cause eventually, I know if I look at him, I couldn't hold my tears. Nor I can't take his rejection.

And why won't I, cause who would love me back,  and here I'm confessing my husband, who's not even a 3 days old.
Like, what if he doesn't like me.

What if he just married me to fill up his mother's promises.
What if it'll just shatter me.

My heart knows it was a hurry to speak,  but I couldn't control it cause each day he was in front of me . My heart is filled with happiness and love.

To my fear, I could see him .
He detached me from him, I could see his eyes red , but I couldn't understand what it was.
His hands are holding mine.
He was tearing up?

But why ?

His hands cupped my cheeks.

I could even feel my eyes being moist.
Like just looking him having tears makes my eyes cry too.
Why not I love him.
If he's in pain, I can't hold myself.

Without a word, he just hugged me .

Like why, I mean what?

And then he made me face him.
His had yet resting on my waist.

" You love me begum"?
He asked, to which I nodded my head .

"Then I love you too begum as you do maybe more than you do."

Wait, what...what am I even listening.

He... he...loves me....too...

My cheeks turned red, and I could feel it.

He .. he loves me... the confession he is saying...my eyes couldn't hold back more.

And I was crying.

He held me closer to him .
I could feel our distance lessening.

" Jaana, you don't have to worry about anything.  I'll keep your heart safe with me...forever... you just need to love me back . And nothing gets in between us.
Nor our standards, not your flaws, not my flaws.
Doesn't matter how we look together, okay?
All you need to care about is you are my begum, mine to love.
So even if you look Grey old in your 40s, I will love you the same. And I expect the same jaana even If my bones grow old I'll yet hold you but you need to love me there too. " He said.

" I will," I said.

"Uff begum, you don't have to cry, I know you look good even when you cry, but it doesn't mean you'll cry this way." He said.

"Aap bhi na aise koi kehta Hai kya jaayein change kijiye," I said cause I couldn't stand his lovey-dovey words .
I couldn't believe the one man who could be rude and arrogant to his own staff is so good at words.

" Waah ji begum ab izhaar-e-shariq ke baad hum aapse dur bhaage not good .
Ha, but I will see you after dinner ." He said.

Woah, it seems this man has duality inscribed in him.