Jo nikah kal nahi tha manzur, woh aaj kyun detha sakoon?
Jo nikah kal ek bojh thaa, who kyun aaj Allah ka rehem bangaya hai?
Jo insaan kal nafrath ki ek bunyaad tha, woh aaj kyu mohobath bangaya hai?
Kehethe hai jahaa khuda miljaye, wohi sakoon hai. Jaha sakoon miljaaye, wohi junoon hai. Aur jaha junoon miljaaye, wahi beintehaa mohobath ki dastaan hai. Likin mera khuda, sakoon, junoon aur mohobath tho ek hi insaan mein basthi hai... tho kya yahi ishq hai?
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"Qubool hai."
The two words came out almost too easily.
We both knew we were getting re-married and as much as I tried to believe that this was a marriage with a purpose, not of love, of course, but for the sake of reuniting Barkat with the Abdullah family, I failed every time.
Zain Abdullah.
Aliya Zain Abdullah.
Nahi.
Aliya Gulam Haider.
Gulam. Haider.
Mere aur Zain ke naam nikah se bhi jur sakthe. Kabhi nahi jur sakthe.
I wanted to believe it. I wanted it to be true.
It wasn't.
You hated him, Aliya.
Hated.
Not hate.
You couldn't tolerate him.
Couldn't.
Not can't.
The only reason you married him was for your father.
Was.
Not now. Not anymore.
The thought of being without him is in itself a punishment. His actual absence in my life would be equivalent to putting my heart through a meat grinder.
Allah tauba.
He's not a bad person. He's not the person I thought he was.
He's Zain. The Zain that means beautiful.
The Zain I'm in irrevocable love with.
And despite all the rituals, all the beliefs, I could not help but do what I was just about to.
I stood up and lifted the dupatta separating me and Zain. I kneeled in front of him, tears welling in my eyes.
"Zain."
He didn't respond. But there was something in his eyes.
Something pleading me to continue.
I cupped his face, making sure he was looking at me, understanding what I meant.
"Zain."
His eyes were saying my name.
"Qubool hai."
He closed his eyes.
He smiled, almost laughed.
His fingers curled around the nape of my neck.
Then he leaned in, closer to me.
Closer, closer, closer.
With his voice in a whisper and his lips grazing my ear, his next words left me defenceless.
"Mujhe bhi."
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