Junooniyat

CHAPTER 44

Danish Raza Mir
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I stop the car in front of her house, the anticipation building inside me as I think about the moment that is about to unfold. With a smile on my face, I know that today is the day she will finally be mine. But before I can make my move, I realized that I needed a cigarette to calm my nerves. Stepping out of the car, I make my way towards the garden, the familiar scent of tobacco filling the air as I take a long drag.

As I stand there smoking, my gaze wander to the garden in front of me. The memories of that night she pushed me from her room flood back into my mind. I remember how she seemed so conflicted in that moment, torn between her desires and fears. And yet, despite the hurt and confusion, I couldn't help but be drawn to her even more.

I know that she may have thought she was being cruel by pushing me from the window, but I can't help but admire her unpredictable nature. The way she does whatever wants, regardless of the consequences, only makes me more obsessed with her. It's that fiery spirit, that refusal to conform, that keeps me coming back for more. And as I stand there in the garden, smoking my cigarette, I know that I will do whatever it takes to make her mine.

I feel as if I'm being watched, a sense of anticipation building within me as I turn and look at her window. In that moment, I knew it was her, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. It seemed like she was waiting for me, just as I had been eagerly anticipating seeing her. 

A blush crept on my cheeks at the thought, causing me to flick my cigarette From my hand and rub it out with my shoe. Taking a deep breath, I started walking towards the main door of her home, calling out "Jaan" in the hopes that she would open it. But there was no response.

I called again, feeling frustrated and anger bubbling inside me at her lack of response. Why wasn't she opening the door when I knew she was also waiting for me? I made a mental note to teach her manners after we were married, as she would be in front of my eyes 24/7. The thought brought a smile on my face, despite my current annoyance.

I let out a frustrated sigh, and looked at Ali, Azaan and Farhad made their way towards me.

"What happened, bhai?", Ali asked, noticing the frown on my face.

"Your bhabhi is mad at me she isn't opening the door", I grumbled, pouting slightly. The three of them exchanged a look, surprised at my lack of action. Usually I would have kicked open the door without hesitation, but this was different. It was Maryam, and I couldn't just barge in like that. 

"Maryam, Jaan, open the door!", I called out, banging on the door repeatedly. But there was no response. Just then her father appeared, his face twisted with anger.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT? DON'T YOU HAVE ANY SHAME? WHY ARE YOU BANGING ON THE DOOR LIKE A MADMAN?", he shouted at me, clearly irritated.

I looked at him with a determined expression. "Well, your daughter is making me a madman by not answering my messages!", I retorted. But her father didn't seem to care. 

"Get out of here", he said, trying to close the door on my face. I couldn't believe this man. The nerve of him to try and stop me from seeing my own bride. I pushed him aside and stepped inside the house with my men.

"Jaan, I'm here. Come down", I called out, making my way into the living room. The house was beautiful, with a touch of greenery every where. It had a lovely homely feeling, unlike my own house, which held no memories or warmth.

"Home is where you live with your loved ones. But I don't even have a loved one", I thought to myself, shaking my head to clear my mind. But my thoughts where cut short by my father-in-law threatening me, lifting his phone "just leave. Don't make me call the cops", he growled. I couldn't help but laugh at his attempts to intimidate me.

"Go ahead, call them. They can also enjoy the wedding", I sneered, giving him a wink. I sat down on the couch like a king.

My tone was serious and confident as I said, "I'm here for Maryam, and today is our wedding. So, you better not try any tricks, or you will regret it", my words hung in the air, sending a clear message to her father or anyone else who dared to stand in my way. I was not going to let anything or anyone stop me from marrying her.

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Forgive me for the mistakes 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Allah hafiz 💕💕

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