Mahir lives an isolated life with memories of the woman who broke his heart, his one true love Bela. Deciding that three years was far too long to mourn over someone who had only given him pain he decides to run headfirst into a relationship by organising a wedding contract with a woman he hasn't even met or seen. Desperate to be loved he is willing to try anything to get over his past, little does he know that the things you run from are usually the things that catch you up.
Upon being stuck in a contracted marriage with the woman he swore he would never see again, they both have to confront feelings neither of them are ready to.
Will Bela and Mahir finally get the happy ending they deserve or will the past entwine with their future once again and send them into a desolated oblivion?
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Mahir needed to get over her, needed to erase her from his head and from his heart so that there would never be another night he led awake thinking how well her body fit against his. Maybe it was illogical to have allowed her to own his heart, to rule it, because that meant it was hers and without a heart you could not live. Stupidly he thought if he gave his heart away he would gain hers in return. It turned out that was not the case.
Swigging from his crystal glass of rum he slammed the drink down "Damn you Bela, damn you to hell" rising from the shamrock green chair he wobbled and clashed into the desk. Gritting his teeth he feigned ignorance when her melodic voice tinkled in his head.
"Mahir, be careful, how many times have I told you don't drink so much, it isn't good for your health" she admonished, tone so caring and sweet it sickened him
Mahir toppled back "Go away, don't act like you care, I fell for this before but I won't do it again, no I won't" he shook his head, coffee coloured hair drooping onto his forehead "You never cared about me, you never" pouting he led back "Never cared about me" the crack in his voice was only a reminder of the crack that shattered his heart into pieces, sniffing he allowed the tears to roll onto the floor. "All I ever did was love you Bela, why was it too much to ask for you to love me too"?
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The bright shining light of the sun made his skin shimmer, sitting up he groaned and rubbed his eyes. Glancing at his watch he stood up and rubbed his head, climbing the stairs he stopped outside their room, the room he couldn't even enter let alone sleep in anymore. Someone wise had told him the best way to get over a fear was to face it, so that's exactly what he did when he pushed open the creaky wooden door.
Mahir flinched at the sight of the bed, the duvet was still strewn across it messily as if someone had only just got out of bed, a large picture framed the wall but was so covered with dust it was hard to make out, he wished he didn't know what the image was, but he did. Stepping forward he swiped his hand against it and inhaled sharply at the woman who haunted his every moment.
Walnut coloured eyes stared back at him, she looked so happy, so content. Her smile was so breathtaking it made his chest tighten how after all these years she could still bring him to his knees just by smiling. It should have been illegal to ever fall in love, so romanticized and dreamy no one ever taught you that once you fell in love, you couldn't fall out of it, only be ripped out.
Sitting down on the bed he closed his eyes and stretched out his arm, it seemed like forever he would be haunted by memories of her, so painful yet so immensley alluring, he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be able to live without thoughts of Bela, because she even made the most heart wrenching situation seem like heaven. In all it's glory was also so much hidden suffering, but if he had to walk on metaphorical glass to see her face then that's what he would do. Because that was love, sacrificing and suffering in hopes of making an eternal bond that might set your soul free.
Mahir had waited three whole years to get over her, seemingly it was a never ending torture because he was still as in love with her today as he was all those years back. Life didn't stop for anybody and eventually he would have to move on. The ad for a 'Mail Order Wife' had sounded pathetic at first, but on further research seemed plausible.
The concept was simple, type in a description of a woman you wanted and if the site had a woman available one would be sent. Of course he had chatted with her online, messages only since that was the policy. She had found it strange he didn't want to meet first but he was desperate for someone to love him enough to wipe away what he felt so hadn't wanted to wait. Maybe it was dangerous but danger was the only thing that made him feel alive.
He had only requested one thing, for her to love him so much he would never doubt her love and never be plagued by love for anyone else. He chuckled at it now, it was sad to have even gone to such lengths to avoid feeling things. But it was his reality and no one else had the right to judge him for what he choose to do to rid him of his sorrow.
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Adjusting his shirt he looked down at the small hands on his silver rolex, Mahir had no idea why he was so nervous, but he was. Soon his 'wife to be' would arrive and he would have to find it within him to love her like he hoped she would love him. It was time to start afresh and not live in the past anymore. No longer would she be just a username online, she would be the woman he was to marry.
The chime of the doorbell made him raise his head, this was the moment of a lifetime. For here started the story of Mahir and his mail order bride.
Hey! This is my first time writing on Naagin but as I was asked once before to do it, it seemed worth a shot! I know this isn't amazing but I hope you'll stick with me through this and let me know your views:)
Part One- Page 4
Part Two: Page 4