~Zaya FF - Acceptance ~|Update 4/11| Pg 18 - Page 11

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A/N: Sorry for updating late..I did write a couple of OSs though, so stop complaining! 😡😆😆

(It's okay, you can whine and stomp. I don't mind)🤡

Being the awesomeness that I am😎, despite this update being super long, I have posted this in one single update and not broken it down into 2 parts..so you better be thankful for that😳

And. And nothing. And I hope you like it!😃

Chapter 5

The engagement party of the one of the city's most influential and elite. Coming together of two business tycoons. A beautiful couple about to take their first official step.

He played with his ties. Unsure of which one to select out of the 5 his mother had selected for him. He didn't even like wearing ties. The pattern was not appealing. The shade didn't do anything for him. Eventually, he selected the one in the middle just because it looked better than the rest.

He felt constricted.

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"Tumne blue suit kyun press karwaya?"

She ignored him as she went to dresser to apply her make up and do her hair. This was a routine whenever they had to go out. He was already screaming and creating a ruckus about the smallest of things. Her cooking had already been dissed and thrown away, her appearance already taunted upon, her ability to do her daily chores mocked upon, she waited for the comments on her character now.

He would deliberately spoil her mood picking up fights all the way, so that she was forced to smile and he, being the sadistic moron that he was, could enjoy her discomfort.

Tonight there was already a lot of it. And she didn't even know why.

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"We're so lucky that Zain and Natasha liked each other instantly in the very first meeting..it's a match made in heaven" Suraiya gushed. "It's my daughter's fortune that she got a family like yours Suraiya" Noorie Malik, Natasha's mom who was a common in the Delhi social circuit chimed in.

Everywhere he looked, he could see glasses clinking, people blissfully chattering away, joining in his happiness he himself felt like a stranger to. He tried calming his nerves by remembering the conversation he had with his mother.

"Mom, I don't feel that connection..something seems to be missing.." he sighed.

"Don't worry beta..Arranged marriages are such. Kitna waqt hee hua hai tum dono ko miley huye...rishtey yunhi toh nahi judtey..."

"Mom.." he was finding it difficult to explain.

"Zain, it's fixed. There is a whole society out there where your dad will lose his social standing if you decide to back out." A final firm answer before his mom walked out.

Pausing at the door, she turned back. "It will be fine. The restlessness, the nervousness will pass as you start spending more and more time."

There was an unsure smile as response.

He looked at his Rolex. The minute hand was slowly making its way towards 6. Just about half n hour more and at 9, he was going to take responsibility of someone, he was going to commit himself to someone, he was going to be engaged.

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The digital clock in their car showed 8:45.

"We are late." He growled, turning the ignition off.

"It wasn't my fault." She said with gritted teeth, unclasping her seat belt.

He twisted her hand behind her, as she whimpered and a tear made her way across her once blush tainted cheeks.

"You are mad! You are a crazy sick bas***d Zeeshan!! You need help!!" she cried as the hold tightened.

Zeeshan released her all of a sudden, holding his steering wheel, breathing heavily.

"It's my boss's party. I don't want to take an ugly wife inside and have everyone make fun of me! Do something with that face!"

Aaliya had the most disgusted look on her face but she replied calmly, "Make up will remove these scars, but what about the others Zeeshan? What about them?"

Gone were the days, she would get nervous when his same look invoked fear. Now, she stared back, fire ablaze in her eyes. It was Zeeshan's turn.

He threw the keys to her. "Car lock kar ke aa jaana. 5.Minutes." he glared before slamming the door and walking towards the door.

Aaliya looked at his retreating back till the front door swung open and closed back. She broke down.

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Zain was annoyed by the continuous banter of Natasha's cousins. But he participated because Natasha kept staring at him hopefully. Moreover, it wasn't their fault, he was being an brat right now. He had absolutely no right to spoil someone else's life, just for his whims and fancies. Just for...

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"Allah! Maine kya gunah kiya tha?? Bataiye aap?" She cried, uncaring of the make-up blotching up. Tears flowed freely as the pain increased, the constriction in her chest suffocating her by the minute.

The belt had hit her hard. She couldn't even reach her back where it had caused a purple bruise, throbbing angrily.

She had simply ignored him when he was scolding her. But he had flicked the hair brush off her hand, and had started with his abuses while she remained stone-faced, not trying to let anything affect her.

She didn't even understand why he had started hitting her. To show his masculinity? To show his sadist nature? To show his power? Authority? She failed to fathom this monster, who was growing worse day by day.

He had hurled his belt while she had saved her face somehow, getting hit on the back in the process. She had screamed, fighting back causing him to get further angered up as he slapped her twice.

"Allah ki laadli samajhti ho na khud ko? Mujhse kaise bachayenge?" he had pushed her up against the wall, pressing his knuckles into her arm.

"Allah ki rehmat tumpe hai Zeeshan. Ki tum bache huye ho" she managed through all the tears and hurt.

It had started around 6-8 months back. When she had come to know about his affair with his boss. He had changed jobs immediately, assuring her of no such wounding and hurtful act ever again. They had shifted here, the atrocities starting the very next week. She was appalled at that boss calling her up and telling her to divorce her husband and not become an obstacle. And he, instead of taking the right decision had hit her with the back of his hand. She could still feel the scar from his watch.

However now, alone with herself and her Allah, she questioned. What had she done to deserve this? Was she really bad luck as he had termed her? Was she really her own undoing? But wasn't she supportive of his every move, every step he ever wanted to take? How was it her fault that he had not succeeded? Having being born to her parents' 8 years after their marriage, with all superstitious customs and what not, wasn't she the same person who was considered a cause of prosperity?

Had she failed in her duties as a true wife? Hadn't she been with him, not one complaint ever, in his highs and in his lows? Her father had disowned her for going against his wishes just to marry this person, who once claimed to love her, her mother still in contact, but unaware of the mess her daughter's life was. How had her decision become so shameful for her that she couldn't share it with anyone and was now alone? All alone. Whom was she supposed to turn to, if not Allah?

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"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please?" Usman Abdullah clinked his glasses, successful in getting his guests face him, his handsome son and his soon-to-be fianc. The couple flanked by their respective mother-in-laws.

"The moment is here, when my son is going to step into a new phase of his life, with this lovely looking, intelligent and competent lady, Natasha. Natasha's dad and I, we were friends much before his upsetting demise had left us shaken...but Noorie Ji ne jis tarah se apna business, apni family, apna sabkuch, itne behtareen tareeke se sambhala, wo tareef karne laayak hai. To have her daughter as mine now is no less of an achievement I feel. Zain is one lucky guy!"

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She sneaked in. The crowd was all facing towards the base centre of the spiral staircases. She scanned through the crowd trying to look for the "blue suit", she had to be by his side, ready to enact "the good wife". Moving as quietly as possible with the whispers of "Excuse me" and "Sorry" she manoeuvred her way towards him, who was annoyingly standing towards the front of the crowd.

Zain's eyes refocused. He noticed movement in the crowd and his heart started racing at the possibility of seeing her there. He had hoped against hopes she would be here. He couldn't ask his mother explicitly, and his hopes were reduced by a considerable amount as he had overheard that Zeeshan had gone to Bangalore on official transit. He zoned out as his father spoke, his mother asked for the rings, his hands mechanically were made to hold Natasha's by his mother-in-law.

She was there.

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Her hand firmly clasped by Zeeshan, she wondered if she had also looked this radiant and glowed when he had proposed to her in their graduation dinner party and kissed her, before she could complete her "Yes". She felt another upsurge of sadness. And this time, it wasn't at her helplessness in her marriage, rather she felt helpless about something else, something she wasn't able to point a finger at. She had made a friend, and had hoped it would evolve into closer friendship. He made her smile, he made her laugh, he gave her the freedom to be herself after she had been caged in her messed up life. And now as he looked right back at her, with the most inscrutable expression as always, it hit her. He moved to look at his fiance, and she realized it was now all going to be for someone else. And that, that very realization made her sad. Her heart seemed to shrink, her emotions seemed heavy for herself as she gulped back tears.

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She was there. Her eyes red, puffed up for some reason, but somehow they only enhanced the innocence that rested in them. Her face didn't seem serene and calm as he had last observed her on the swing, rather it seemed indecisive and there were lines of worry. She was graceful with her movement as she went to her husband, the word hitting him hard, and he clasped her hand. She had a smile now. A smile that didn't quite reach up to her eyes, that didn't make them twinkle as they did when they had laughed together and talked, her face seemed pale, lost of emotions. He was sure there were a plethora of them running in her mind.

He didn't want Zeeshan there, next to her. He didn't want Natasha here, next to him. Wrong places, wrong people, wrong timings.

His trance was broken when his mother pressed the box into his hand, and asked him to honour the band of platinum that lay inside it. He felt a surge of emotions, gnawing around his heart, as everyone cheered and he put the ring onto Natasha's ring finger. She followed suit.

They were engaged.

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*ducks*

*peeps hoping for no shoes/tomatoes/eggs being hurled towards me*

So...yeah. Zain and Natasha are engaged. But Zain and Aaliya are in love. Kya karein phir?

Chalo, uska next update mein kuch karenge.😆😆😆

Also, I don't really like pink. But since the updates are gloomy, I decided it could do with brightness.😃

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