What is the most important day in a girl's life?
When she gets married when she becomes someone's bride.
And if her husband is the person who is her first and last love, the only person she wanted to marry, the only person she wanted to call her own, to love all her life. Then surely every girl will consider herself the luckiest girl in the world.
But she was not feeling lucky.
No, she was sad; she was afraid of her future.
Today, after so many years, the day came in her life which she once wished for. And the same wish she could never have imagined it to be fulfilled.
But signing her name on the marriage papers, unlike other brides, she didn't have any butterflies in her stomach to make her feel giddy from excitement.
She could not feel any emotion.
It was as if she had become a robot who was doing whatever they functioned her to do.
She was dying inside, but couldn't even whimper to express her pain.
Why...?
Why did she do this to herself..?
But not just to herself, to Huzaifa too.
Was he happy signing those papers..?
Probably not.
Because he has never loved her the way she, has loved him.
He was the star of her world, whom she could only look at but could never have.
He was too far from her reach...
In someone else's arms...
Moomal Usman, who lost her father at four, and after which she came here with her mother to the house of her brother Moeez.
She still remembers the first time she set foot in this house. She was just a four-year-old. Hiding her face in her mother's scarf, she hesitantly looked at new people in front of her from time to time. Which she had never seen before.
Huzaifa was the first person to approach her and ask for her name. In response, she got frightened and turned away. But instead of being angry, Huzaifa smiled, grabbed her arm, and first told her his name and then, almost commandingly, asked her name again.
And the one who was already so scared, now tears began to flow from her wet eyes.
The rest of the family was watching the two of them with interest. But when Moomal started crying like this, Mueez uncle scolded Huzaifa, freeing her arm from his hand.
"Baba, I'm just asking her name, but she's not answering. Can't she speak...?" Eight-year-old Huzaifa defended himself in a low voice.
"Huzaifa, don't speak like this." Sughra Begum also lectured him gently. Huzaifa was about to say something again when a faint voice came.
"Moomal..."
Huzaifa looked at her startled. "What..."
"My name is Moomal."
"What a strange name..."
...
That day, she didn't want to talk to him because he was rude to her.
She just wanted to leave that house and go back to her uncle's where she could play with Zayn and her other cousins.
But her mother told her that from now on, this was their house, and they will never go back to her paternal uncle's house.
Back then, watching Huzaifa looking at her curiously, she wanted to run away from him, away from his curious gaze.
That much she disliked him.
...
After their first meeting, Huzaifa accepted her into his family with an open heart.
Since Huzaifa's own sister was much older than him, and he was not allowed to go anywhere except school, Huzaifah would keep her with him from that day on, playing with her. And if Sughra Begum had given permission, he would have put her to sleep on his own bed.
She had become his favorite toy. Moomal was also happy in this new environment because of Huzaifa. Who would spend his time with her like a shadow?
He was so possessive of her that she wasn't allowed to even talk to her boy class fellows.
When she was in 8th standard and Huzaifa in college, it was their break time, and she was sitting with Huzaifa in the canteen. One of her class fellows approached her and offered her his mobile number.
Moomal was so shocked that she couldn't even refuse, she was just wide eyes looking at that boy.
But Huzaifa had become so angry that in front of everyone he beat up that boy very badly. And warned every boy who dared to even think about getting closer to her.
Forget about the proposal, She was so embarrassed, that, that day she couldn't even look at anyone.
She was tired of his actions, but she didn't dare to say anything to him.
It was true that he was her best friend, but who gave him the right to control her life to this extent..?
But then time passed like the wind, and they became an important part of the life of one another.
Since the age of four, he first met her as her best friend, and then a few years later how his "best friend" became her love. She realized nothing.
Only if she had realized this earlier, she might have stopped herself from stepping into this burning city of love.
She still remembered the year when, immediately after university, Huzaifa stepped into the showbiz with the help of an uncle telling no one.
At first, she was the only one who knew this, and she tried to stop him several times from doing so but, he was adamant in his decision.
And a few days later, when the news reached Huzaifa's Baba Mueez uncle, he became so furious at him that no one dared to speak for Huzaifa, not even his mother, Sughra begum.
Their family was one of the richest families in the country. It was the first time that anyone from his family was involved with such a field, which he did not like. And even avoid people from that profession.
There was a storm in the house that day.
Mueez uncle had clearly warned him that if he didn't leave the showbiz, he would be free to leave the house because he will never accept his choice of profession.
And she knew Huzaifa. If he had decided, he would never change it in any case. Which means he will surely leave this house.