Raza's POV
Today is the day of Dua's Mayon. No men allowed as if I'm dying to go. Uncle Habib and shahzain came over for some men to men time.
They were having random conversations about their old times and business and all including the wedding.
After a while I ditched them and went out with my friends to the club. I drank away the stress and when u was sure I was wasted enough to not go home I went to kashaf's place.
"Hi babyyy" she said in a seductive tone.
I pulled her towards me. I'm in no mood for her talks. I slammed my lips on hers. I could feel her smiling in the kiss. My hands roam all over her body.
She started to unbotton my shirt. After undressing eachother the situation proceeded. I needed a relief and soon it went next level ahem if you know what in talking about.
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After an hour or so I woke up with a massive headache. I sat in bed with a naked kashaf laying beside me. Her hair sprawled everywhere. Lips swollen. She looked like a mess but I know I was also mirroring her conditions.
I quickly showered and wore my cloths. I took some painkillers empty stomach I don't care.
"Where are you going you just came" kashaf said have sleepily. She came near me bare not caring about her appearance.
Swatting her hand away I went out. She's just a fling about whom I don't care much about any of my one night stands.
Once I got in my car that I somehow drove here without dying. I checked my phone. I saw missed calls from Abba and a photo sent by Mehak.
I opened the photo and was left stunned. It was a picture of Dua smiling towards a lady. Her yellow dress fitted her body perfectly. It made her curves prominent. The huge mang tikka sat on her tiny forehead seemingly annoying her. Mehak actually sent a series of photos and most of them were her getting her mehindi done. She even sent a picture of her mehindi alone just her hands and feet. Why? Only she knows.
Dua looked stunning with that smile that can light up anyones day.
I shut down my phone and went home. Turns out that I was out for more than a few hours and all the guests have left. It was just me and Abba home Mehak and Malaika decided to stay the night there.
Coming back home all I could think of was Dua's pictures. Her adorable expressions when she had to fix her mang tikka. That really was big but she pulled it off.
Well to say that that Mehak decided to record the whole event would be an understatement. I rewatched the video watching Dua smiling and silently laughing with the people showed how happy she was with everything.
The mehindi was spread uptill mid arm or maybe less I don't know. Her feet were covered in mehindi. Her smile is kind of making me guilty for going behind her back and sleeping with another woman but I don't care. I can never give her the place of my wife neither in my heart nor in my house for me she's just a burden that's it.
I don't need a wife when all my desires can be fulfilled from other women.
I tossed my phone on the bed and went to the bathroom. I changed out of my stinking cloths and showered. Changing into only a pair of sweats I went to lay in bed. Its a cold night but I don't care. I lay in bed thinking about what tomorrow has to bring. The grand mehindi function will take place tomorrow. I have to face her again.
The image of her in a tanktop and sweat pants, wet hair, no makeup, and those big honey hazel eyes was not leaving my mind. Those plum rosy lips are haunting my thoughts. She was so close yet so far. I could've had my way with her. I could've fulfill my sinful desires but she's too innocent to be taken advantage of. She may be a liar, a scamster,a bit blunt she's definitely not a virgin but I just couldn't get myself to use her like my one night Stands. Even when she's my wife and I have the right I just don't want to use her not even with my right.
Tomorrow is another day close to her arrival. Just three more days then She'll know what she signed up for. She'll regret the day she stepped into this house. Just wait and watch Dua I'll make your life a hell. With these thoughts I went to sleep.
Third person POV (present time)
The cold breeze kissed Dua's face as she stood in her balcony facing the moon. The stars stole glances of the beauty that stood underneath the black chaadar for the night. The new bride looked at the sky with a sense of longing and desperation filling her heart. How much she wanted to be free like a bird and fly away from the tension and stress of this world behind.
The mehindi reminds her of the chains that once tied her hands. The yellow dress reminded her of the happiness she once possessed. The outer façade she shows everyone is melting away. Quietly all her masks are melting. She's giving in to so many thing like talking to Raza and her Ammi. Before she at least had some self control but as time is shortening, her control and strength is as well.
"He's out there somewhere, enjoying his life maybe even destroying lives and here I am standing alone crying over my fate." She said out in the darkness.
"You know sometimes I wish I could just stop living this life. End it once and for all. But then I think if not able to answer the people of Allah about my past then what explanation would I give to the Almighty himself about my pathetic suicide" she said staring intently at the moon making it shy away behind the clouds.
She leaned over the railing and looked over at the forest. It stood tall and proud. Darkness before and beyond the trees, just like her. The bubble she had created around her was full of darkness even the sunlight was not enough to brighten her life.
All she wanted to do was go to her baby. Her khadija. The little baby blue eyed girl was her life. Dua was happily ready to live as a divorcee her whole life but how can she when the happy from her life has been buried six feet under the ground with khadija.
After a while of standing in the balcony she made her way to her bed and a while later fell into a dreamless and hopefully nightmareless sleep.
"اے زندگی یہ تو بتا
محبوب کھونا بُرا یا اولاد
بیوی ہونا بُرا یا ماں
عورت ہونا بُرا یا رکھیل
جسم کھونا بُرا یا دل
اے زندگی کچھ تو بتاتی
آخر یہ ماجرا کیا ہے"
(Life, tell it
To lose a loved one, bad or child Being a wife is bad or a mother
Being a woman is bad or a mistress Losing body bad or heart
O life, tell me something
What is it?)
A/N translated it from google hope you get the motive😊😊 OK back to the story.
Assalamualikum guys here is another update. I hope you guys like it since its a filler episode so nothing special or I guess nothing special.
Anyways I gave my chapters the name of episodes since most of them don't really have anything new in them but you can see I have distributed the episodes into chapters as well where I think a new part of their life begins. So yeah.
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