I froze.
"auntie, what a-are you t-talking" my voice cracked slightly in between, As i spoke.
"batool, i am sorry"
"auntie.... Y-you can't.... I d-don't want to marry" a feeling of dread was slowly creeping into me.
How could auntie do this? She loves me? Than, w-why? Why would she want me to get married that too in just a small amount of time? I haven't even sorted out my thoughts.
Auntie lowered her gaze "batool.... Please forgive me.... Shiza run away from wedding and-and.. The shah family threatened me....i didn't have a choice".
A bubble rose in my throat hearing this, the feeling of nuisance was getting stronger "threatened you? For what?".
"t-they threatened me.... That-that... I'll have to arrange the bride as soon as possible... They want a bride from our family in the wedding...you were the only grown girl in the family".
I looked at her in disbelief. How could she?
"auntie... Sarah is also 17... Than why me?" i looked at her firmly, i knew it i definitely knew it? She always choosed sarah over me?
I saw how she tensed up for a moment before relaxing.
Guess what? I don't have a choice, I can't run away because the wedding starts soon and on top of that I don't have any money? Haha... My auntie would keep forcing me till I agree...
What should I do?
Should I accept it?
What, no no!!
My heartbeat quickened.
I can't say no?
What do I do than?
"i told them about Sarah, but they didn't like her.... They wanted you batool".
Lies, all lies... She's lying... I know... If this actually had happened she wouldn't have been this calm... But how can I say it? When she's the one who raised me after the death of my parents.
Should I marry? What no?
But?
She raised me for years after my parents? Is it the time I pay off her debt now?
The heck I'm thinking?
I finally gathered my courage "auntie, if I say I don't want to than?".
Panicked? I can see how easily she was panicked, she immediately grabbed my hands in her before saying "batool fatima, please.... Don't refuse, I beg you"
"please, for the sake of your parents, for the sake of me taking care of you for years.... Please batool please... For the sake of our family... They will destroy our family and everything"
S-she's begging?
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I know that I agreed, but this is more nerve racking than anything.
I am sitting in a chair in front of a mirror with a bunch of stylists getting me ready for my wedding they all look like they've seen a ghost, of course because they have to get me ready as soon as possible, I would have probably laughed if it wasn't me in this situation
I haven't even seen the person i am getting married to? Who knows how he looks like? What if he's fat or ugly?
A chill creeped into my body...
Or maybe he's too old that's why shiza run away?
A chill run down my spine, I hope he's not?!!
Ya Allah please.. Please he's handsome I don't care if he's cold but just please he's pleasant to look at?
[allah: means god in Arabic language]
I pursed my lips tightly while praying, the stylists continued doing my makeup and things I don't know of.
What if he's just rich dumbo?
What will I do, if he's already in love with someone?
What if he's abusive?
What would I do now that I have to share a room with him?
I felt like crying.
Thousands of possibilities were coming into my mind, but there was one that made my breath hitch... What if he's just a pervert who touches me against my will?
I tensed up... NO NO NO he wouldn't...he probably hates me... After his Fiance run away!!
I slightly relaxed...
But that did not lessen the anxiety in my heart.
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"Hassan"
I just came back after completing the work irtaza bhai had asked me to do, I was going to shower to get ready for my brother's wedding when I halted on my steps, a familiar voice called out to me, a really familiar voice, the only person other than my older brother and grandfather who could call me like this was no one other than ZARYAAB bhai.
I immediately turned around "aslam-o-alaikum zaryaab bhai".
Zaryaab bhai were taller than me by at least five inches so I had to raise my head a bit up to look at the face.
Zaryaab bhai nodded "where's irtaza?".
Irtaza bhai? I just came back, How would I know?
I shook my head as no embarrassedly "zaryaab bhai, I don't know... But maybe bhai is in office".
"office? It's his wedding today?" a look of disbelief was visible on zaryaab bhai's face, if i could I would have definitely laughed but I can't, not infront of this person.
"well, zaryaab bhai... You already know how irtaza bhai is".
"Zaryaab bhai I'll guide you... To irtaza bhai's office" i asked for my own well being.
Zaryaab bhai just looked at me for a second "no need to, I will go by myself" as always he spoke in monotone, before turning around his heels and walking away.
I almost wanted to roll my eyes, he always speaks in monotone, after all he's irtaza bhai's bestfriend and partner, ah this dangerous people really scare me I might probably run away someday.
irtaza bhai and zaryaab bhai have similar personas that kind of scare me, if we three were in a room I would probably be the dumbest person there, i felt a chill run down my spine, I shook my head off fastly.
"I'm better off not getting in those crazy people's way"
I scrunched up my nose before continuing my walk, to go and get ready for the wedding.
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*knock*
The deadly eye contact was broken off by the sound of the knock, the door opened.
Zaryaab walked in, his every step was steady, his posture was straight and arrogant.
Irtaza raised his left brow "what are you doing here?".
"I should be the one asking... What are you doing here... Your wedding is going to start soon" zaryaab spoke after greeting the old man in the room.
Sultan stood up hearing this "oh right, the wedding I almost forgot about it" he finally had a chance to get out of this akward silence with his grandson.
Sultan walked to the door and before going out he said "your bride should be arriving soon, irtaza come downstairs as soon as possible".
As Sultan walked out, again silence enveloped in the office before irtaza spoke up "why are you here?...".
Zaryaab walked to a chair and sat down "you already know why I'm here irtaza, Don't you?".
As the emerald eyes stared into the black orbs, one could see the competition between them.
"very well"
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[NEXT FEW CHAPTERS PREVIEW]
"i-it feels weird"
"it is supposed to, at first try"
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