Aayat did not come out of her room since this morning. She didn't want to face them today. The room had been completely dark, she didn't even know how long it had been since she woke up.
She was so lost in her thoughts as she lay on her bed that she did not even hear the sound of the door opening. But when Zarash approached her bed and called her name, she seemed to come to her senses.
" Yes "
Aayat turned on the lamp on her bedside and sat up straight. In the light of the lamp, Zarash saw her sad face and her heart began to hurt for her sister.
"Asher Bhai wants ti to talk to you about something," Zarish told her, trying her best to look normal.
At Zarash's words, Aayat just nodded and without saying anything, she got up and went to the bathroom. And locked the door.
For a while, she leaned against the door and stared. But when the sound of the door of the room opening and closing came from outside, she took two steps and stood in front of the washbasin, and began to look at herself in the mirror in front of her.
Red eyes, disheveled hair, and tears-stained face.
This is not the first time Aayat has seen herself this way. How many times has she seen herself like this in the last five years?
She wanted to laugh and smile as before, but her confident girl was lost somewhere. He had brutally killed that Aayat. And now only this shallow body remains.
But now whenever she looks at herself in the mirror, she feels self-loathing, disgusted with her fate. Due to her ominous beauty, she became responsible for her father's death. If it weren't for her, maybe her father would be alive, with her.
Today was the day she hated herself the most. Because on this very day Riaz Sahib, her father had left her.
With this painful thought, Aayat took her eyes off her face, and after taking a deep breath, she washed her tear-stained face and came out of the bathroom.
Like every year on Riaz Sahib's birthday, Rehana Begum had invited some children from the mosque to recite the Qur'an for his forgiveness. After reading the whole Qur'an. During all this time, she never left her room, and knowing her full well, Nor did anyone call her out.
Aayat came out of her room and headed to the Asher's room. She looked at Rehana Begum, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, reciting Separa, and when her mother noticed her presence, she gestured her to come to her.
Having no choice, she went to her and sat down on the sofa, beside her,
After that night, when her mother talked to her about her marriage, her depression had worsened and now she refused to face them all, and she would leave her room only when someone called her out. Otherwise, she would spend most of her time alone in her room, where no one could see her mourning at her fate.
"How are you?" Rehana Begum asked lovingly, placing her palm on her cheek.
"I'm fine, Amy. Bhaai called me for something." Aayat told her.
"Oh, you should go there first. He's in his room. Maybe there's something urgent he wants to talk about." Rehana Begum nodded as she recalled something. And once she said this, she turned her gaze away from her face and began to recite Separa again.
"Yes, Ammi," she said and got up from there and headed for Zher brother's room, when she reached there, she stopped at the door and knocked twice.
"Come in," came Asher's voice.
Aayat opened the door and entered and there she saw Asher working on the laptop on his study table, she went straight to him and stood beside him.
When Asher saw Aayat, he left his laptop open and got up and took Aayat's hand and sat down with her on his bed and looked at Aayat with a smile on his face, but when he noticed her swollen eyes, his smile disappeared from his lips.
He knew that the reason for these swollen eyes of Aayat is his father's death anniversary today. But he decided not to say anything about that and took a deep breath to calm himself. And then he started explaining the reason for calling her here.
"Tomorrow I have to go to a friend's wedding and I want you to come with me." This was not a request and Aayat knew that there would be no point in refusing.