Chapter 22: 6| Naintara

Dil sukoon chahta hai

Jo ab aapke begair mumkeen nahi.

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Clad in black attire, Mishal was looking gorgeous. Her black Indo-western outfit was embellished with pearls and tassels. Her silky hair was curled from the front. Her lips were painted into the darker shade of red giving the enchanting look.

She was looking flawlessly beautiful as she entered the party giving the elegant look.

Mishal let out a deep breath as her palms become sweaty in nervousness. Everyone was staring and she was feeling uncomfortable.

"Ramsha," Mishal relieved a sigh as she saw her friend at the corner.

She moved towards her and sat beside her.

"Ham kaise lag raha hai?" Mishal asked slowly.

(How I am looking?)

"Bohot acchi lag rahi ho. Main bataa rahi hu tumhe. Yaha sab tumhe aankh phaad kar dekh rahe hai," Ramsha nudged her shoulder.

(You are looking good. I am telling you that everyone is staring at you)

Mishal had never accepted her marriage from her heart. That's one of the reasons, she didn't tell anyone about her nikah.

"Aisa kuch nahi hai," Mishal flustered as she was feeling awkward as some men were staring at her.

(It's not like that)

Mishal fixed her outfit as she was feeling too exposed. The dress fitted her perfectly exposing her bossom and delicious curves.

Mishal cringed when she saw some people dancing on the stage. The dilbar song was playing in the background. Some people were smoking while some people were way too drunk. She was feeling uncomfortable. At that moment, all she wanted to do is go to her home.

Her thoughts were startled when she saw a male figure standing in front of her.

"May I have a dance with you?" He asked in a polite tone making her eyes widen.

"I can't-" Mishal startled.

That man let out a frustrated sigh and moved away from there.

Ramsha gave her a displeased look.

"I am not feeling comfortable here," Mishal reasoned.

"Mishal- grow up. Party main yeh sab rahta hai. Ab tum koi bacchi nahi ho. Yaha par sab tumhare saath dance karna chahte aur tum naatak dikha rahi ho. Kitne nakhre hai tumhaare. Itni shareef banna tha tou apne ghar par hi rahti.You are going to graduate very soon and you are still behaving like an immature brat," Ramsha harshly said making tears welled up in her eyes.

(It's normal. You are not a kid anymore. Everyone wants to dance with you but you are throwing tantrums. If you are innocent, then you should have stayed at home)

Mishal was everyone's naintara. The apple of their eyes. No one has ever spoken to her like that. Being the most sensitive one, she was deeply affected by her friend's words.

"Ham jaa rahe hai," Mishal sniffed as she was moving against the crowd wiping her tears.

(I am going)

She was about to leave the auditorium when a hand grasped her wrist. A gasp escaped her lips when someone cornered her to the nearest wall.

"Arsalan," Mishal stuttered.

"Jee Mishi. Mujhe aap se kuch baat karni hai. Aap meri ek baar baat sunn lijiye," Arsalan said as he was trying to cup her cheeks. But Mishal jerked his hands away.

(Yes Mishi. I want to talk to you about something. Please listen to me out for once)

"Stay away from me you kutte ka baccha. Maine tumhe apni jooti se maarna hai. Dafa ho jao, Arsal. Maine tez se awaaz lagaa deni hai," Mishal threatened.

(Stay away from me you piece of shit. I will hit you with my shoes. Get lost or I will scream)

"Aap ek dafaa meri baat sunn le. Main aapse sach mai bohot mohabbat karta hoon. Aapse shaadi karna chahta hoon,"

Arsalan pulled away from her as he spoke those words.

(Just listen to me once. I love you a lot. I want to marry you)

Everything happens in the haze that Mishal didn't realize what just happened.

Hayder was there in front of her beating the shit out of Arsalan.

Hayder tightened his hold on his collar as he banged his head on the nearest wall making her startled.

"You fucking have a audacity to propose my wife," Hayder said as he landed a punch on Arsalan's jaw.

Blood was oozing out of Arsalan's face as his condition was becoming worse with each passing second.

"She is mine. She is my wife. Do you understand? Don't you dare fucking lay your filthy eyes on my wife or I won't spare you," Hayder warned pointing his index finger towards him as his eyes were darkened in anger. He pushes Arsalan to the ground and runs his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner.

A shiver ran down her spine as his intense gaze was fixed on her. Her throat clogged when he strides towards her as the intensity of his gaze was making her nervous.

He tightened his hold on her arms as his nails were digging in the flesh of her skin. Hayder eyes were darkened with anger and frustration as he was moving towards the parking plot.

"Hayder," Mishal slowly said and his jaw tightened.

"Hame dard ho raha hai," She winced in pain as his nails were dug in the flesh of her arms.

(It's hurting)

Hayder left her arms as he pushed her away a bit from him. They were in the parking lot near his car. Hayder opened the car and took out his coat.

Mishal breath hitched when he put the coat on her shoulder all while glaring at her.

Hayden caged her between the car while his jaw tightened. He ran his fingers through the frustrated manner as he pinches the bridge of his nose to calm down his nerves.

"Hayder," Mishal stuttered as she was feeling scared of him.

"Are you fucking crazy? What the hell you were doing here?" Hayder shouted making her jump in the place.

"Aap ko kaise pata chala ke ham idhar hai?" Mishal asked in nervousness.

(How do you know that I was here)

"You know, I was worried sick about you. I called you several times but you weren't picking up the call. So I tracked your location. And you know what I found out. That my wife was lying to me and she was there in the party among the strangers," Hayder glared making tears filled in her eyes.

"I am sorry," Mishal stuttered.

"Hame nahi pata tha ke itna sab kuch ho jaayega," She added.

(I didn't know that it will happen)

"Tumhe kya pata hota hain. Haan? Tum se badi bewakoof koi nahi hai. Nahi pata kab samajhdaar hogi," Hayder shouted making tears fell on her cheeks.

(You don't know anything. Right? You are so dumb. I don't know when you will start to understand a thing)

"That man dared to come near you and proposed you. The fuck. He confessed his feelings for you. Do you think that I would have let go of it? You are my wife and you belong to me," Hayder pulled her by the petite waist and she collided into his chest.

"Get in the car," Hayder ordered before he loses control. He doesn't want to do anything that he will regret later.

Mishal sat in the car clutching the coat tightly to her body. Her body was shivering while she was trembling with anxiety. The car was filled with her hiccups as her body was shaking with unknown fear.

His heart clenched at her condition but he ignored her. He revived the engine and started driving the car. His eyes turned red and his knuckles turned white as he was holding the steering wheel tightly. His jaw tightened when he saw her shivering.

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"Hayder," Mishal said in a low voice as they reached the home. It was almost midnight and everyone was sleeping.

Hayder ignored her as he sat on the couch. He raked his fingers through his hair as he was angry with his wife. He wanted to shout at her; to teach her a good lesson. But he couldn't do it after witnessing her trembling figure.

"Ham jaante hai ke hamne bohot galat kiya hai. Aapke se jhoot bola hain. Aap ka bharosa toda hai. Aap please hame maaf karde. Ham waha nahi jaana chahiye tha. Hamare dil main bohot malaal hai," Mishal clutched his arms as she spoke those words.

(I know I did wrong. I lied to you. I broke your trust. Please forgive me. I shouldn't have gone there. I have many regrets in my heart)

"Mishal-apne kamre main jaao. Aisa na ho ke main aisa kuch kar baithu jisse mujhe baad mai pacchtaawa ho," Hayder glared as he jerked her hands away.

(You can go to your room. I don't want to do anything which I might regret later)

Tears fell on her cheekbones and she harshly wiped it away. She never cried in her whole life. But a single mistake of her was making her cry. She was blaming herself for the mistakes. She was feeling like guilt was eating her.

"Mishal," His deep voice startled her.

Mishal turned towards him as she lowered her gaze in embarrassment.

"Aaj jo bhi hua hain wo hamare beech rahega. Kisi ko bhanak tak nahi padhni chahiye," Hayder warned and she slowly nodded her head.

(Whatever happens, today will stay between us. I don't want anyone to know about it)

Mishal moved towards her room as she couldn't control her tears anymore.

She locked the door and burst into tears. She was feeling worse. She was feeling embarrassed. She was feeling guilty.

Mishal took a light bath and changed into the comfortable clothes. Then she prayed the namaz for the peace of her heart.

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Few days passed like this, Mishal has lost her chirpiness. She has become dull. Like she lost all her excitement and color from her life. There was a void feeling in her heart. She has locked herself in the room and she barely came out of her room. Everyone was very worried about her. But she isn't ready to face anyone. She needed some space and they gave her what she wanted.

Hayder was no better. He was back to his old demeanor. He hardly talks to anyone. He was feeling guilty for shouting at her. All he wanted to do is apologize to his wife and take her into his arms. But his conscience and pride weren't letting him. He was beyond pissed at the fact that his wife didn't value their relationship at all.

Mishal came out of the washroom after taking the light shower. Her gaze fell on her TayiAmmi sitting on the bed. She passed her a faint smile.

"Mishal- ham baat kar sakte hai aapse?" Her tayammi asked and she slowly nodded her head. She put her head on her TayAmmi lap and she caressed her hair.

(Can I talk to you?)

"Meri bacchi, kya ho gaya hai aapko? Ham aapko bohot dino se dekh rahe hai. Aap bohot chup chup rahne lagi hai. Hamari Mishal tou iss ghar ki raunak hai. Ham sabki pyaari si bacchi hai. Aaj kal tou aap bilkul hi murjha gayi hai. Na aap kisi se baat kar rahi hai. Na aap kuch khaa rahi hai. Aapke bhai aur ammi bohot fikr kar rahe the aapki. Kisi ne kuch kaha hai aapse? Aap hame bataye, ham sabki akal thikaane lagaa denge," Her TayAmmi encouraged.

(My daughter, what happened to you? I am noticing you for the past few days. You seem to be so quiet. Our Mishal is the happiness of this house. You are our beloved daughter. You seem so gloomy nowadays. You don't talk to anyone nor you eat anything. Everyone is worried about you. Did someone say anything to you? I will fix them)

"Hayder. Wo.. Hayder ne hame bohot daanta tha. Wo hame na-samajh aur bewakoof kah rahe the," Mishal hiccuped.

(Hayder. He scolded me a lot. He has told me that I am dumb and stupid)

"Accha, tou ye baat hai. Ham abhi jaa kar unki khabar lete hai. Unki himmat kaisi hui hamari beti ko yeh sab kahne ki. Baithe bithaaye khoobsurat biwi mil gai hai tou qadar hi nahi hai," Her TayAmmi said causing her to giggle.

(So that's the matter. I will talk to him. How does he dare to scold my daughter like this? He got such a beautiful white and he doesn't even care)

"Ham bhi aksar yahi baat hayder ko bolte hai. Khair, unki galati nahi hai. Hamne hi unse jhoot bola tha. Aur unka dil dukhaya tha," Mishal said playing with the ring in her finger while guilt-filled in her tone.

(I told Hayder the same thing. Well, it's not his fault. I hurt him by lying to him)

"Agar galati aapki hain tou aap unhe manaaye. Chhoti chhoti baaton par ek dusron se rooth jaana theek nahi hain na. Har rishton ka ehteraam karna zaroori hota hai. Miya biwi ka rishta bohot naazuk hota hai. Aap dono ko ek doosre ka khayaal rakhna chahiye. Rishton main oonch neech tou chalti rahti hai par saath chalna zaroori hota hai," Her TayAmmi smiled caressing her hair.

(If it's your fault, then convince him. It's not good to be angry with each other for small things. It's important to respect relationships. The relation between husband and wife is very delicate. There is ups and downs in a relationship but it's important to be together)

"Ham unse aaj hi baat karenge," Mishal eyes chirped in excitement.

(I will talk to him today)

"Unhe manaane ke liye seduce tou nahi karna padega na?" Mishal asked nervously making her tayammi eyes widen.

(Does it necessary to seduced him to convinced him)

And the old Mishal was back.

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"Ammi. Kuch kaam hain kya?" Hayder asked as her mother came into her room.

(Mom. What's the matter?)

"Haan. Kuch pucchna tha tumse. Koi ladka hai tumhaare nazar main. Ham ek bohot pyaari si ladki ke liye accha sa rishta dhoond rahe hain," His mother asked, and his eyebrows furrowed.

(Yes. I wanted to ask you something? You know a good proposal for a very good girl. I want to find a good boy for a good girl)

"Khair, aise tou koi dimag mein nahi hai. Waise aap kis ke liye rishta dhoond rahi hai?" Hayder asked curiously as he shut his laptop.

(Well, I don't have anyone in my mind. For whom you are finding the proposal?)

"Mishal- tumhaare chachi ki beti," His mother said making his eyes widen.

(Your aunt daughter)

"Ammi- aapko pata hai aap bol bhi kya rahi hain? Biwi hain wo meri. Ham dono ka nikah ho chuka hai," Hayder said as his blood boiled at the mere thought of her with another guy.

(Do you even know what are you saying? She is my wife. We are married)

"Hain? Mujhe tou pata hi nahi tha jaise. Ab jaake tumhe yaad aaya ke wo tumhaari biwi hain. Har waqt tou tum usse daante rahte ho ya usse pareshan karte ho. Aise khayaal rakhte hai apni biwi ka?" His mother glared.

(What? I didn't know. Now you remember that you have a wife. You always scold her. Is this a way to behave with your wife?)

"Aapko pata bhi hai ke aapki laadli ne kya kiya hai?" Hayder asked in a sarcastic tone.

(You know what your beloved daughter has done?)

"Wo tum dono ka zaati maamla hai. Jo bhi kiya ho, par tumhe koi haq nahi banta ke tum usse har waqt daanto. Mishal tumse das saal chhoti hai. Abhi wo bohot masoom aur nadaan hai. Aur usne jo kuch bhi kiya hoga, masoomiyat mai kiya hoga. Agar tumhe koi mature ladki se shaadi karni thi tou naa karte mishal se shaadi. Hamari mishi ko ladko ki koi kami nahi hai," His mother said making a realization dawn of him.

(It's both of your personal affairs. Whatever she did, that doesn't give you the right to scold her like that. She is still young and innocent. She has done a mistake out of innocence. She is ten years younger than you. If you wanted to marry someone mature, you shouldn't have married her. She has many proposals)

Hayder was feeling guilty all of a sudden. He didn't want to hurt her but he did hurt her. He realized his mistakes as his mother's words hit her.

"Abhi bhi yaha par baithe ho. Jao apni biwi ke paas. Tumhare bade nakhre hai," His mother taunted and left his room.

(You are still sitting here. Go to your wife right now. God, you have so many tantrums)

Hayder left his room in search of his naintara.

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Mishal was standing on the terrace and she tightened the hold on her shawl. Her hair locks fell on her cheeks and she slowly pulled it back.

The sky was filled with luminous blue as the weather turned misty and wintry. The wind was dancing on the full swat and the stars were twinkling with excitement. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky.

Her breath hitched when she felt his hands on the railing caging her petite figure. His hot breath was fanning her neck making her impossible to act normal.

"Biwi," Hayder whispered in her ear as his lips were slightly touching her earlobes.

(Wifey)

Her cheeks turned as she lowered her gaze. A moan escaped her lips and she bit her lips in embarrassment.

"I am sorry," Hayder sincerely said cupping her cheeks as he was looking at her with raw emotions.

"I am sorry too," Mishal pouted and a chuckle escaped her lips.

"Par aapne bohot tez se daanta tha," Mishal added.

(But you scolded me badly)

"Biwi, aapke kaam hi aise hai," Hayder said in a sarcastic tone.

(Wifey, you always do things which pissed me off)

They both smiled and look at the sky which was filled with luminous blue and twinkling stars.

"Suniye?" Mishal said in a low voice and he smiled.

(Listen)

"Sunaiye?" Hayder said as amusement flick over his lips.

(Yes)

"I love you, Hayder " Mishal smiled making him froze.

In all those days, she realized her feelings. The intensity of his possessive and his love. The way her mind screamed when he is near her. The way he makes her blush. The way he makes her feel special. The way he kissed away all her flaws and accepted her the way she is.

Mishal wounded her hands around his neck and tiptoed. Hayder wrapped his arms around her petite figure as their lips collided against each other. A true sensuous love. They were blooming in the essence of love as they were drowned in the ocean of love.

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I can't hurt them anymore😩

They are my babies🥺❤

So three chapters are remaining including the epilogue. I am gonna miss this story so much. This story will be forever close to my heart🥺

And of course, I will be back with another short story. It will be different though. I will shortly post the aesthetics on my Instagram.

Will it be okay if I will write English quotes instead of Urdu shayari at the start of the chapter?

So, that's it for today.

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-Faraal