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Bekhudi || بیخودی
❝ He gently dragged his hand around the delicate skin of my neck, slowly caressing it under his stifling touch. I felt his breath curling against me, as a wave of sultriness rod...
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"Shanzae has been incredibly quiet these past two days. Almost unreadable." I heard my mother's muffled voice through the door of my father's study. I peeped in though the slight crack in the door way.
It has been two days since the engagement and my mind had been a surging perplexity. My thoughts were splotched with discordant emotions, pulling me in different directions, slowly wrenching my soul. Yet I could not abandon them.
In this conflict between my heart and my head, no matter who won, I would still lose.
These past two days, I had enough time to mull over my life, and I came to the conclusion I could not let my impulsiveness and irrationality override logical thought. There was no point living in denial, my family had signed off my future, but I still had to try one last time.
Yaar's words kept ringing, my brother doesn't deserve this. But did I deserve this? Did he deserve this? I could not let my silence destroy three lives.
I might fail, I can accept that. We all fail, but I cannot accept not trying. The guilt of not trying would forever haunt me.
I had to try. I had to fight for my love. For my life.
But as soon as I reached my father's study, my mother's anguished tone stopped me, and I couldn't help, but pry upon their hushed conversation.
"She had a soft corner for Shehryar. I'm sure she feels betrayed. We've wronged our daughter, Mehreen." Dad said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "But Abu has made the right decision. Aliyaar is a better choice for our daughter."
Mum shook her head in agreement, "I hope so. It's just.. everything has been so sudden. Abu Jaan should have at least informed us about his change of plan. Until three days ago, even we didn't know our daughter would have to marry Aliyaar."
I fist my hands, trying to control my anger.
"Shanzae is a mature girl. I'm sure she'll settle in well. We don't always get what we want. I'm sure she understands." I wasn't surprised at dad's words. He has always been too accepting of Dada Jaan's decisions.
My mother nodded. "She'll get over it. I just hope she will not hold this against us. We've only done what's best for her, best for us."
I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut. I needed to be strong. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach, I knew my chances were slim, but I had to try. My parents were my last hope. Gathering every ounce of courage, I finally knocked at the door and stepped in.
Surprise washed over my parent's face. They certainly didn't expect me. However, dad recovered quickly and smiled warmly gesturing me to take a seat. "It's good you're out of your room. We were worried for you. I understand you haven't taken the news lightly, but.."
"I'm here to talk." I said, cutting him short. Mum's worried eyes darted between the two of us, but dad remained phlegmatic like he expected this.
