Junooniyat

CHAPTER 39

Maryam Chaudhary
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"You guy's stay here, don't come out, I'll go and talk to him", baba said, as he made his way out of the room, leaving us in a state of suspense. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I watched him leave, unsure of what the outcome of their conversation would be.

As I hesitantly approached the window to a catch glimpse of Danish in the garden, I couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust wash over me. The sight of him standing there, smoking, only added to my growing distaste for the situation at hand. Just as he was about to turn and catch me looking, I quickly stepped away from the window and retreated to the bed.

The thoughts racing through my mind were overwhelming - was he really here to marry me, as he had claimed? The idea of being tied to someone I didn't even like, let alone love, filled me with a sense of dread. It was then that mama's unexpected words cut through the tension in the room, her voice ringing out with a sense of urgency.

"If we can't stop the marriage today, you have to run away from here", she declared, her words hanging heavily in the air. I turned to look at her, my eyes wide in shock and disbelief at the gravity of her words. The reality of the situation was sinking in, and the weight of the decision before me felt heavier than ever.

"I'm not going to run away", I whispered, my voice barely audible as I locked my eyes with mama. She slowly turned her head towards me, a look of concern and determinationin her eyes. Without a word, she made her way towards the bed where I was sitting, and as she sat down in front of me, I could feel the weight of her gaze upon me.

"If you don't run away, you have to marry him. Are you ready to get married to him then?", mama's voice was soft, but there was a hint of urgency in her tone as she took my hands in hers. I could feel the warmth of her touch, a comforting gesture that only made my heart ache even more.

I shook my head slowly, the tears welling up in my eyes. I knew deep down that I didn't want to marry him, and I certainly didn't want to run away either. The thought of either option filled me with a sense of dread and uncertainty that I couldn't shake. Mama's words hung heavily in the air, a decision that I knew I had to make, but one that I was not ready to face.

I never imagined a day where I step out of my house alone, always accompanied by someone by my side. It has become a routine for me, a sense of security and comfort in having a companion. But now, everything is changing.

Mama is urging me to run away because of Danish, who seems to the root cause of all the pain and suffering in my life. The thought of escaping this marriage fills me with fear and uncertainty. Where would I even go? I don't know anyone in my neighbourhood, let alone have a plan for a new life. Mama's words to run away from here echo in my mind, leaving me feeling lost and trapped in a situation beyond my control.

"You sit here, I'll go downstairs and see how the matter is going", mama said, her voice filled with concern as she gently pecked my head. Slowly rising from the bed, she moved toward the door, her every step echoing in the room.

With a soft click, the door closed behind her, leaving me alone in the silence of my thoughts. I released a heavy sigh, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Tears streamed down my face, soaking the pillow beneath me as I lay on my bed, consumed by sorrow and frustration.

In that moment, all I could do was curse Danish for the pain he had caused me.

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