PART 4A : Kaise bataayein..
"Great.."
"No she's amazing!!"
"Perfect"
Voices of Shazia Nazia and Asma echoed through the room..
Sanams pov
"Are you sure i should be wearing this" I questioned Nazia, who was helping with my hairdo, with a confused expression on my face..
"Ofcourse Sanam" Shazia intervened.. "I bet bro jaan will probably start drooling once he sees you" she replies, flashing her smile
Hearing his name sent shivers down my spine.. Aahil Raza Ibrahim drooling about me.. Okay.. This is my honeymoon.. Fine not a honeymoon as by the wordings.. But still not everyone gets to go to Maldives.. And i decided not to let Mr.ARI bother me. I wanted him to see that it's not just him who's unaffected.. Not just him who could lead his life as if nothing ever happened.. I had been pretty happy thinking about things this way.. But not at this moment.. I was nervous, tensed. I don't want to do this. A series of thoughts wandered in my mind each pointing out its own possible way.
I turned towards Shazia who's applying makeup now. I insisted on none.. And according to her none means ... Well, you can understand.
"Are you sure.. I suddenly feel not so good about it anymore" I spoke out exasperated hoping she'd drop out her plan.
"Aww.. Sanam.. Don't back out at the last moment.. You are amazing.. Trust me" Nazia added.
"Fine.." I cut down the speech just the moment Shazia finished her making me up.
I glanced into the mirror to have a look at myself and there.. My eye balls almost dropped out.. I put my hand on the mirror as i checked myself..
"Woah.. Sanam, There you go. You look perfect.. Just like those girls in the movies" Shazia teased
Yes, i agree with Shazia at one point. I was looking good.. Fine, Change it to Great.. Thanks to this dress they made me wear. It's a designer piece, not too gaudy though.. It was simple but what made it stand out is the way the fabric's hugging around my curves, in the right places which made me look sexier than i ever know in my wildest dreams that i could.
And to top it, my hair.. It was just perfect.. Credits to Shazia again.. She let it down loose and allowed it to travel down my shoulder in soft waves.. An eye liner, a strawberry flavoured lip gloss and a blush on my cheeks.. I'm done. I smile at my reflection in the mirror.. It looked great.
Yeah this was where i agreed with Shazia.. Tonight I might look like those girls in the films.. But my life shall always remain the very same way it is... All those reflections are never true. And that was why they were termed reflections.. Not the truth.
And there i was again lost in my own bubble of a world.. Which was just burst open by the laughs of Shazia, Nazia and Asma.
"Bhai jaan, must be waiting for you Sanam.. Go" Asma chuckled.
I gave a weak smile. I almost forgot that i have to face him.
" You sure.. I mean, I'll change myself back in a minute" I spoke with a worried tone.
"Saaanamm" The three echoed again in a unity this time and pushed me towards his room.. Or our room (they say).
I opened the room and entered in..
There he is... Aahil Raza Ibrahim in his golden salwar, his hands running through his hair as he's checking himself in the mirror. I swear he didn't need all that.. He wears a garbage bag.. And still girls would go drool over him.. Yea.. Those silly gals.. I sighed. And his eyes.. He has got the most amazing ones I've ever seen. Wonder if he got them from his mother or father.
I looked at him to have a glance at his eyes to find him already seeing at me.
Oh my gosh..His eyes.. Those beautifully placed dark orbs were staring right at me and that smirk on his face !!
I felt flattered at first.. Yeah.. That was a compliment.. At least for a girl like me on which guys never laid eyes upon. And here he is.. Aahil Raza Ibrahim checking me out. Yeah that was flattering, till i realized that his eyes are still wandering around.. Eww.. Thats soo sick man. He's openly staring at me without even a single hint of hesitation in his eyes..
Should i have been insulted?
Then why am i having my adrenaline rush.
Unanswered questions again.. I sighed.
The silence ticked on as i tried to figure out a plan to leave and change into my usual self... Aahil's still looking at me.. , until his eyes finally came back up to my face. I could feel my eye start to twitch under the scrutiny.. My fingers began trembling and I've decided..
'Alright Sanam.. Keep your cool..I repeat keep your cool'
In all this huddle.. I didn't notice that he had started to come closer to me till i looked up to find his face a mere few inches away from mine.
"I-it was Shaazia's idea.. I'm not interested. I could go and change back if you wanted" my voice wobbled.
I lifted my eyes to see him already walk out of the room..
I felt a weak tingling sensation in my knees and sat down on the bed thinking about what i had to do now?
Did he hear my whole speech?
Was he really checking me out?
Should i change back to my normal self?
How'd Shazia feel?
What's his problem?
Thinking about all those questions made my head ache.
Aahils pov :
I was running my hand through my hair and reexamining myself..
That's my favorite way to pass time..
Seconds flew.. Minutes passed..
This girl.. How much time does she seriously need to get refreshed and come.
She doesn't even need much of making up.. Simple and beautiful just the way she is.. Aahil sighed.
But never mine.
And that was when i heard the room door open and i was glad that she made it finally.. I was about to ask her what in the world took her such a long time..
But i stopped seeing her reflection in the mirror..
Omfg.. Is it her?
I swear if I'd have the chance I'd take back those previous words i said.
She is amazing.. Nope she's gorgeous.. Yes she's sexy.. She is way hotter.. My inner voice argued with itself.
I knew she felt my gaze touching her.. I knew it burns her..
For once i didn't care. She is my wife.. Mrs.Aahil Raza Ibrahim.
I found myself walking towards her and that was when she uttered those words..
"I'm not interested"
Yeah ofcourse she won't be interested, my foot.
It's not Rehaan.. I'm not Rehaan.. Damn her.. Damn Rehaan.. Damn me for falling to this girl. And damn me for falling soo hard.
Another minute I'm sure I'd have done something which shall make the situations no better with her. I decided to leave the room.
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We baded byes to everyone and I went to sit inside the car.
Sanam was still bading her byes.. First to ammi who was ofcourse happy, next to shazia nazia and asma, who almost literally jumped and hugged her whispering something in her ears that made her laugh.. Aah.. That tiny laugh.. And the little dimple which made its way into her cheek when she laughed. How good she looked while laughing..
And then it was Rehaan.. I straightened up and my palms moulded themselves into a fist.
No wait.. Khala khalu made their way in. They were throwing up their usual rant, asking her to bring some of the food back.
And again.. She's back to Rehaan. I closed my eyes not wanting to witness the next few seconds.
I heard the car door click open and close.
She made her way in. I made myself mental note to thank allah for the brief stint (yes, i believe in him now thanks to this woman sitting beside me) . I literally imagined Sanam hugging Rehaan and bursting out in tears.. Thankfully no, nothing happened. I knew It's not Rehaan I'm angry at.. Somewhere I'm sorry for him. Life played its way with both of us. Had i been married now to Nida, perhaps it would have been different.. But destiny had other ideas.. It was Sanam with whom i finally ended up. And i decided to not let it go away easily. How i wish i could know what's going on in her mind, I sighed.
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Sanam's pov
As the car zoomed past the road and houses beside it, my mind was equally racing.
Minutes passed and silence was all that was present between us. Yet that silence had some of that intense-ness interlaced with it which made it all the more unbearable.
Thankfully i was told the airport wasn't that far away from here.. Still every minute looked like an hour.
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