I will update the next part if you all like it. Otherwise, I will just drop the whole idea.
Plot:
Asad and Zoya Nikah is done. Tanveer's truth is out or not is immaterial to this story. Asad has not yet confessed his love to Zoya.
Suhag Raat bina Dulhan Ke Part 1
It was late in the night. Zoya was tired of wearing heavy dress and jewelery. She kept on complaining about it to her Aapi who would not listen to her. Zoya had a headache too with all the stress of the nikah. She had kind of anticipated that Asad would say 'Qubool Nahi Hain' and when he said the opposite of it, she had to whisper 'Qubool hai'. She had no choice. She couldn't hurt her Aapi and Phupi. She thought it was her destiny. "You are responsible for everything Allah Miyan. You guide me and if something goes wrong, you fix it" she had a silent conversation with her best friend before uttering the words 'Qubool Hai'.
They had come home after the nikah and Asad was not allowed in the room while few ladies decorated his room. Zoya was kept in her room and Aapi was going on blabbering about how happy she was.
This just made Zoya's headache worse. She almost wanted to run away from there before facing Mr.Khan.
Soon, it was time for her to go to her room from now onwards, her and Mr.Khan's room. She was taken there by her Aapi and Dilshaad. They made her sit on his bed and spread her lehenga to look like a circle. Aapi whispered softly to Zoya. "Don't act like a jhally, tom boy. And don't talk too much, okay?" Zoya didn't say anything. Both left the room closing the door behind them.
Zoya started panicking. She stood up on the bed and remembered how Asad got mad at her every time she climbed up the bed. She got down. She went to the washroom and got scared to use it since it was HIS. She came back and started pacing the room. She remembered how he never trusted her. Called her badtameez, besharam and all the names. She remembered how he had called her 'misfit' not just for him but for any other man. Her heart was racing, her hands were trembling. She didn't know what the night had in store.
"I cannot take any more of his insults. My life is a mess. I need to get away from here" she thought. She needed some water and there was none in the room. She remembered the pitcher of water on her bed side in her room, guest room in fact. She wanted to go there. Calm down and if possible stay there.
But how could she go? someone would see her if she went out. She took the familiar route. She climbed out the huge semi circular windows and went outside and climbed in through her room window. She gulped the water in there. She thought she would take couple of aspirin for her headache.
"Why does this happen to me Ammi? Am I that bad that nobody can love me? I love him so much, but he calls me misfit. He doesn't love me or like me. He doesn't trust me or respect me. I am just a stupid girl for him and he married me to save his Ammi. How long can I take all his insults Ammi.?" She sobbed.
"Even if he hates me, I can never hate him, I wouldn't be able to live without him Ammi. What should I do?" her crying got more intense. She rested her head on the pillows thinking she will stay there for a few minutes. She doesn't even know when she drifted off to sleep holding the mask next to her cheek. Some of her tears were collected in the mask while she drifted off to sleep. There were kohl marks on her cheeks due to her crying.
In the living room, Dilshaad pushed Asad towards his room. "I know you still haven't confessed your feelings to Zoya. You won't get a better opportunity than this. Good Night Asad" she pushed him inside the room. Asad didn't know how to react when he went in his room. He closed the door behind him and turned. The whole room was decorated with flowers and candles. But there was something missing. There was no sight of Zoya. At first, he thought she might be in his washroom and when he went there, the door opened and there was no sight of Zoya.
"Where did she go? I was sitting right outside and I know she didn't get out of the room. Where is she?" he thought rubbing his forehead. "This girl will make me crazy." he thought before starting to pace the floor as to where could she be?
He picked up his phone and called her cell. The phone rang inside the room. "Did she runaway?" he panicked. "Is she in some kind of danger?" he was worried.
To be continued...
Udne Ki Aasha
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