Junooniyat

CHAPTER 50

Maryam Chaudhary
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As I slowly made my way down the stairs, my heart was racing with a mix of fear and numbness. I didn't even feel like crying anymore, my emotions were so muddled and overwhelming.

As I reached the bottom, I saw mama and the qazi saab waiting for me on the couch. I couldn't help but think about how much I would miss my home, my parents and my life before all this. But there was no turning back now.

The qazi saab began, his voice gentle but firm, "Maryam beti, do you accept this marriage proposal of Danish Raza Mir with a haq mehr of 1 crore?", I could feel the weight of his words settling on my shoulders.

Was I really ready for this? But, before I could even think, I heard myself saying, "Qubool hai, Qubool hai, Qubool hai", my voice trembling with nervousness.

My heart was racing even faster now, my hands starting to sweat as I looked at the nikah nama placed in front of me. My hand trembled as I took the pen from the qazi saab and signed the document, sealing my fate as Danish's wife. I couldn't do anything now, I was bound to him, just as he promised he would make me his.

As the qazi saab stood up and placed a hand on my head, he said, "Mubarak ho", congratulating me on my marriage. But his words felt flat, they didn't bring me any joy.

I managed a tight-lipped smile, not wanting anyone to see the turmoil inside me. He then, hugged my father, congratulating him on the marriage. I looked at my parents with a slight smile, but inside, I couldn't help but wonder if this was really a cause for celebration.

As I sat there, I couldn't help but feel completely numb. There was no happiness or fear, just a void inside me. But then, the great Danish Raza Mir entered the living room, and my heart skipped a beat.

He was wearing a black kurta that only enhanced his already handsome features. His broad shoulders, thick eyebrows, perfectly groomed beard, and those mesmerising green eyes had me drawn in from the moment I first saw him.

However, as charming as he may seem, he's a monster on the inside. He knows exactly how to manipulate people's emotions and weaknesses. As he made his way towards me, I quickly pulled my veil over my face, not wanting to give him any satisfaction.

With a mocking tone, he greeted baba with an "Assalamualaikum sasur ji". I could feel the pain in Baba's response of "Walaikumasalam", and it broke my heart. But there was nothing I could do to ease his pain.

"Chale begum", Danish asked he stood In front of me with his hand outstretched. I hesitantly placed my hand in his and stood up from the couch. As he intertwined our hands and started walking towards the door, I couldnt help but hold onto his hand tightly.

"Can I please meet my parents for one last time", I asked peeking through my veil.

"Only five minutes", he replied, letting go off my hand. I turned and rushed towards my parents, embracing my baba tightly. I didn't want to leave them, I just wanted to be their little girl again and stay with them forever.

"Take care of yourself", baba whispered, tears flowing from his eyes as he kissed my forehead. I wiped his tears, and kissed hand and forehead, my heart breaking at the thought of leaving them behind.

I then turned to my mama and hugged her, finding solace in her arms. But as always, Danish couldn't see me happy. He reminded me that my time was up and I reluctantly broke the hug, taking one last look at my parents before living with my so-called husband, Danish Raza Mir. It was a painful goodbye, but I had no choice.

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