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||Mishal POV||
My brother stood in front of me, beside my parents and stared at me with a shocking look but there were many emotions in his eyes; happiness, excitement, and guilt.
"Mishu..," He whispered, happily and emotionally.
I felt a small single tear escaped from my eyes but none of us moved. It was like the time was stopped and it also forced us to stop in our positions.
"Do you know each other?"
Amma bi's voice pulled me out of my shocking yet surprising state. I looked away from Numan and noticed his father in law was looking confused while pa was staring at me in disbelief and ma was at the verge of tears. Slowly, Zayaan put his warm hand on my back which was making my heart pleased to know he was there for me. I turned to look at amma bi who was standing beside me with her friend, bride's grandma.
"She is...," Pa tried to speak but he didn't know how to complete this sentence because he never called me his daughter.
"My sister," Numan completed the sentence and stepped forward with a big and warm smile.
Everyone around us stilled except Zayaan, Numan and me. I felt Zayaan's shaking in anger which made me a little scared because I didn't want him to create any scene here, on the big day of my brother.
I put my hand on his arm in fear and looked up at him. His eyes quickly moved down on me and he relaxed a little by seeing the fear in my eyes. I shook my head shortly and slowly and mouthed 'please don't'. Zayaan pulled me with him and made me to sit down.
After helping me to sit down, he stood straight and turned to look at everyone with a sharp look.
"We will talk about it later," He spoke in anger and fisted his hands.
I looked at my parents slowly and saw ma tried to take a step near but pa grabbed her wrist quickly. I noticed the tears in ma eyes and a want to hug me. I bit my quivering lips and slowly looked down before my own tears started to flow.
"He is right. We will talk about it later. And specially you, Mr. Ahwab Shah," Amma bi said, sternly and firmly with a nod.
Pa's eyes were blazing with fire but he nodded his head. I noticed from the corner of my eyes he pulled ma roughly with him. I looked at Numan who was smiling softly at me then he went back to his bride.
"I will be back," The bride's father said, quickly and disappeared in the crowed.
Amma bi's friend, who was also bride's grandma, also went behind his son. Amma bi quickly sat beside me and held me hand gently.
"Are you OK, dear? If not, we can always leave," She said in concern and put her hand on my cheek gently.
"No, amma bi, I am fine. I just want to see my mother," I told her and my eyes moved to search my ma who I couldn't find.
A glass of juice was appeared in front of me which made me look up at Zayaan who was holding it but wasn't looking at me. I slowly took it from his hand and took a sip of it.
"Mishu," I heard my brother called me and he appeared in front of me with his wife.
Both had a big smile on their faces as they looked at me. I noticed Numan turned to her wife and looked at her with love in his eyes.
"Meet Qirat, my wife. And Qirat meet my sister, Mishal," Numan introduced both of us with a smile.
Qirat smiled at me softly and leaned down to hug. She pulled away from the hug and looked at me with happiness.
"I have heard so much about you from Numan. Its really nice to meet you," She said, politely.
I looked behind her at Numan who was smiling widely and his eyes were gleaming with pride and joy.
"By the way congrats," Qirat said pointing down at my bump.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"Let's take a picture," She said, excitedly and pulled Numan with her.
They both stood behind the couch where I was sitting and called a photographer to take our picture.
"Um... Excuse me! Why don't you also sit beside your wife," Qirat said to Zayaan who standing next to me like a bodyguard.
Zayaan looked down at me then slowly sit beside me. On my right side was amma bi and on left side was Zayaan and behind me was my brother and Qirat. We all smiled as photographer clicked our pictures except Zayaan.
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The reception was almost over and everyone was leaving one by one now. My eyes searched my ma for the nth time who was standing beside pa with a forced and tired smile. My heart was carving and calling my ma and right now all I wanted was a hug from her.
Since my childhood, I carved only for my mother's hug but never got a hug from her. Ma's eyes connected to mine and I saw a longing look in her eyes and her lips curled up in a small smile.
She looked from me to behind me and I felt a presence behind me and rough yet gentle hands placed on my shoulders. I moved from ma to behind me and looked up at Zayaan who was standing behind me.
"I want to meet my brother last time," I whispered, slowly.
He nodded his head and helped to stand up and took me where my brother was. When Numan noticed me coming to him, he smiled at me and walked to me. Numan pulled me in his arms and wrapped them around me.
"Are you happy?" He asked me, lowly.
"Very much," I replied with a smile and looked up him with my tearful eyes.
I quickly wiped my tears and pulled away from the hug when pa came. Zayaan and amma bi both stood beside me on each side.
"Mr. Shah, I really want to thank you," Amma bi stated with a smile and looked at my pa.
The aura and air around amma bi was screaming authority and power. I didn't think anyone could stand in front of amma bi at this time without submitting.
"Because of you I get a beautiful daughter like her. I mean if you didn't sent her away from your life then how could my Zayaan find her. Shouldn't you be happy right now? After all you removed her from your life like she was a burden on your shoulder," Amma bi asked him, politely but sharply.
"Fear from the Lord and from His court, Mr. Shah. He will ask you why you treated your daughter like a slave--,"
I grabbed amma bi's hand and stopped her because I didn't want him to listen this, even when he hated me. Amma bi looked at me but I shook my head at her and stopped her. She pressed her lips and looked back at pa.
"All I can say, Mr. Shah. You had a precious gem which you threw away. There is a saying in our family, âThat father is unlucky who don't have a daughter but that father is more and very unlucky and ill-fated who have daughter but never treat her goodâ" Amma bi said and pulled me with her gently.
I looked back at my family last time and saw Numan wrapped his arms around ma and Qirat and looked at me with a small smile, ma had tears flowing through her eyes and for the first time I noticed regret in pa's eyes.
I looked back and walked out of the hotel. Zayaan was behind us and he took us to his car. He opened the doors of his car for both of us, me and amma bi. I sat on the passenger seat silently and amma bi sat in the back seat. Zayaan also climbed in the car and started it. On our way to our home, I stared out of window with my head against it and all I thought about was my ma. I didn't even notice when we reached home and amma bi left us alone in the car.
"Mishal?" Zayaan called me.
I startled and looked around and realized we reached home. I didn't answer him and quickly climbed out of the car. I heard him also climbing out of the car and followed me. He caught me quickly because I couldn't walk fast in this condition. He grabbed my hand and stood in front of me. He lifted my face up with his other hand and his eyes softened when he noticed my tears.
I quickly pulled myself away from him and quickly walked past him inside the house with quivering lips. Tears wanted to come of my eyes but I didn't let them. When I reached to our room, I quickly walked inside the closet and tried to remove all the jewelry with my shaking hands. I quickly changed my clothes and went to washroom to wash my face. Suddenly, I felt I was hit by a wave of dizziness and I quickly put my hands on the washbasin and held it.
I exited from the washroom with my eyes down on the floor on my every step. I was so closed to faint and all the energy inside me was drained out. Just as I was about to fall, arms were wrapped around me. I looked up at Zayaan who was holding me and taking me to the bed. He laid me down on the bed and pushed my hairs from my face and creased my cheeks softly.
His little affection was again making my heart to beat fast or skip a beat. I looked in his eyes and all I saw was him fighting with his feelings and emotions.
"Stop confusing me," I whispered looking up at him.
He stopped his hand and wiped the single tear that fell from my eyes. His eyes turned into soft when he looked deeply into my eyes.
"Why you every time confuse me?" I asked him.
"Huh?" Was the only response which I got from him.
"Why are you confusing me with your feelings and affection?" I asked him with quivering lips and slowly moved my hands up to hold his hand.
"It's complicated," He said pulling his hand away from my hold but I didn't let him.
"But if my falling in love with you isn't complicated then how is yours?" I asked him.
He stilled for a second then looked at me and tried to find whether I was telling truth or not.
"I can burn you," He whispered with one sided small smile.
I looked at him confusion and thought about what he said.
"I am a fire who can burn you in a second if I ever try to touch you," He added and looked away from me.
"Then who I am to you?" I asked him, slowly and lowly but didn't look away from his face.
He was perfect in hiding everything from everyone but today I saw him fighting with something inside him. He closed his eyes tightly and clenched his jaw.
"To me you are a water, Mishal. Who can calm down the fire just like you calm me down. Water can calm down or kill the fire but fire cannot do anything for water except for quenching the thirst from water. And this is what I can't do with you," He said and stood up to walk away.
I quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him back to sit beside me. I interviewed our fingers together and looked up at him through my wet eyelashes.
"Then don't hold me but let me hold you. Let me be the water who calms down the fire inside your heart. Please," I requested him.
I pulled him down and wrapped my arms around his neck and cried silently on his shoulder. At this time, all I wanted was him beside me to hold me and spend some time with me. He slowly wrapped his arms around me and kissed on my head softly.
"It's not easy," He mumbled.
"But we can try," He added, lowly.
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