Just then she heard a sound of someone striking and then Waleed's scream. She slowly opened her eyes.
Waleed was falling down and there was someone standing behind him.
Wearing shocking orange shirt shalwar, a face full of make up...that day's eunuch, Dolly. He had a frying pan in his hand, with which he probably hit Waleed. She kept looking at him in shock.
Dolly kicked the unconscious Waleed and his body tilted aside. He walked and stood just in front of Haya. He was staring angrily at Haya with eyes that were layered with thick silver
eyeshadow.. she held her breath and kept staring at him.
Just then he grabbed Haya's neck such that her hair from behind came witching his grasp. There were hair between Dolly's hand and Haya's neck.. still she could feel the roughness of his hands, but no voice could escape her lips.
Grasping Haya's neck like that, Dolly jerked Haya forward. She suddenly coughed but Dolly did not loosen his grip. He caught her like that and kept pushing her forward. She stumbled while walking. They reached the entrance of the alley, and then turned in the opposite direction.
They reached the backside of the marriage hall. He kept pushing Haya from behind while walking till they reached the gates and jerked her away. Haya felt like a rough collar got released from her neck. She turned and watched Dolly with tears in her eyes.
He was still looking at Haya with a piercing gaze. Tears started rolling down from Haya's eyes. She thought she had lost her voice. Just then Dolly removed the shocking orange dupatta from around her neck and threw it at Haya.
It landed on her head and slipped through her silky hair and landed on her shoulders. Dolly stared at her with piercing eyes and whispered "Behaya!"
His tone was piercing. He turned away. She kept looking at him with tears in her eyes. She was startled when the orange dupatta slipped from her shoulders and fell on her feet. She bent down to pick it up.
Silky, bright shocking orange dupatta which was decorated woth cheap golden stars.. she wouldn't even give her maid this kind of dupatta but today.....
She carefully wrapped herself around that dupatta so that she wont be recognized and moved towards the entrance of the gate on backside.
Instead of entering the hall she entered the bathroom and fixed her appearance. Her kajal had smudged because of her crying. Even her hair were messed up. Mobile was in her small clutch which she had tightly held in her left hand, Thankfully!
Inside the function was at its peak.
The groom, bride, cousins, other relatives were all smiling in each other's company.
Sonia bhabhi was looking very pretty and even bhai looked good. Irum was wearing a blue colored frock and happily moving around here and there. In principle, she should have been present there but now she was not in the state of mind where she could walk further, so she settled down somewhere behind.
"Behaya"
"Behaya"
"Behaya"
Dolly's words kept on banging on her mind like a hammer.....she was not shameless. She had never sat alone with a man before in a car. This was the first time she had committee this mistake.. then.....? Her head started aching the moment she thought about it.
Midway through the function she excused herself citing illness and left for home.