Yet another attempt to resolve the twist...😆
Aahil half pulled half dragged Sanam to her room. He didn't know what was wrong with her. The way she had danced around in the party, was not only disgraceful but also shameless. It hadn't stopped there. Sanam had even insulted Ammi badly by forcing her to dance, while knowing Ammi's vision or better, the lack of it, she had pushed Ammi to the floor. Seriously, Sanam had crossed the limits today.
People were talking in the party. He knew it but he would deal with that later. Now to deal with Sanam.
He shut the door to Sanam's room turning to look at her now sprawled on the bed. "What the hell happened to you? What were you doing outside, Sanam?" He reprimanded her. His tone did not sound harsh at all, not even to him. Aahil Raza Ibrahim had lost the strength to yell at Sanam like before. However grave her mistakes were, however erroneous her behavior was, he could always handle it now.
Sanam slurred "Why... did yo... you drag me in? I want to go back to the party. It is so much fun..."
"You want to go back to the party? No way. You are staying right her till the party gets over. On no account will you get out of her. Do you understand?" He declared sternly and walked out of the room, locking it from outside.
"Aahil was right. There has never been a party like this before in Ibrahim Mansion. Did you see the way she was dancing?"
"True. I wouldn't even employ a girl like Sanam as my servant and here Begum Sahiba is planning to make her, her daughter-in-law..."
"I think, Begum Sahiba is mentally blind too..."
"HOW DARE YOU???" Aahil thundered.
He had heard them talk. Not only were they insulting Sanam, they were also doubting his mother's sense of judgement and thinking. How dare they? He was infuriated beyond belief.
As usual, he removed his anger on all the lifeless objects around and threw a few vases and candle stands to the floor...
He was terribly upset. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Something was terribly wrong. Sanam had just told him moments ago, she wasn't in the mood to dance. Why did she start dancing then? Did she feel remorseful that she had declined his offer and wanted to make it up to him? No. That sounds absurd. She would have come to him and said sorry like she always did. Sanam would never make a public spectacle of herself. Was he missing something? There was a logical, invisible link. He decided he would just go ask her...
On his way back, he recollected every action and word of hers... She didn't seem calm and composed as before. She seemed very excited. Too excited to be normal. Maybe, she wasn't normal? Wait. What in the name of God does THAT mean? She seemed as if she wasn't in her senses. WHAT?????? She wasn't in her senses. Had she... Sanam and ... No. Not possible. She disapproved of it completely. She would never do that...
Aahil had reached Sanam's room. He opened it to find Sanam carelessly sprawled on the bed. It seemed as if she had passed out. But Aahil could not wait till morning. He had to know why Sanam had gotten drunk. Yes. She was drunk. Sanam Aahil Raza Ibrahim had been intoxicated. Was something bothering her? Isn't that why people drink? Wasn't that why HE used to drink until Sanam drifted into his life like rain in the scorching desert?
He resolved to resolve the growing tension between them; something that was gnawing his insides like anything.
"Sanam" He gently shook her sleeping form. Allah, she was so beautiful! His Sanam was Goddess personified indeed... Diana in human form.
Sanam didn't even flinch. "Sanam" He called out again, a little louder and more forceful. This time around, she turned away from him, not wanting anyone to disturb her.
Aahil looked around. He poured some water into a glass on the night stand table beside the bed, and sprinkled some onto Sanam's face. "Sanam, wake up." He poured more water now, knowing she would wake up. Sanam scrunched her face at the intrusion looking as cute and innocent as a cuddly bear and as ravishing as a seductress. "Uggh! What's wrong now? Let me sleep."
"No. You must wake up now." Aahil persisted while Sanam's eyes flew open trying to adjust to the bright light. Aahil gently tugged at her shoulders and made her sit up against the head rest of the bed.
Sanam was still drunk. She had woken up, yet she wasn't in her senses. "What is it? Why did you wake me up?" Sanam asked petulantly.
"Is something wrong Sanam? Why are you behaving so differently? Most importantly, why did you DRINK tonight? Don't you hate drinking?" Aahil asked, straightforward and frank. He was finished with the mind games now. Tomorrow, they were officially tying the knot and he did not want any past baggage to disrupt their marital life, the real one that is. He wanted nothing to go wrong. Only he knew how hard it had been to convince Ammi. He internally groaned at the thought of Ammi. He would have to pacify her now. Ammi would be devastated with Sanam's action. Their name, the respect that the Ibrahim's commanded had just been reduced to dust twenty minutes ago.
Sanam just looked disinterested. "There is nothing wrong except that you are not letting me go to the party or sleep."
"Sanam, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Aahil was losing it. He knew it but he couldn't do anything about it.
"S. A. N. A. M." He shook her now, trying to extricate some response from her.\
Sanam tried pulling away but as Aahil remained adamant, she too lost it.
"I AM NOT SANAM, FOR GOD'S SAKE!" She yelled.
Aahil let go off her shoulders. What was wrong with her? Had she lost her mind? She just said, she was NOT Sanam. Maybe, it was the drink.
"Sanam, what did you just say? You are Sanam. Sanam Aahil Raza Ibrahim, my wife." He said with conviction.
Sanam groaned. "Oh. My. God. I am not your wife. My name is not even Sanam."
Aahil was befuddled. He just stared at the woman in front of him not knowing what to say.
"I am Sunehri, do you get it?" Sanam spat out the truth.
"I am here just for the money. That Paan ki Dukaan, Razia bi, she wants all your property. She kidnapped your wife and by luck found me, an exact look alike." Sanam, no, Sunehri, said.
Aahil's mouth dropped to his knees. He straightened up. What? This lady wasn't his Sanam? Sanam had been taken hostage. His Sanam wasn't even with him? She was kidnapped and captured in some God forsaken place he had no idea about! And here he was, trying to get romantic with a woman who wasn't his Begum. Aahil held his head in hands. God! No. This can't be.
As the initial shock, registered, it gave way to fury. His eyes blazed as if barely camouflaging the inferno burning inside him. He looked at the lady sitting on the bed, and shook her, this time knocking her off.
"Where is my wife?" He seethed. His nails dug into her skin and she winced in pain. "I don't know. Don't do that to me. Don't you love me?" She purred. "How dare you?" Aahil decided he would deal with her later. First, he had to go find Sanam.
He suddenly realised her plight. Stuck in some desolate place, waiting for him to come looking for her and take her into his arms, and free her for so many days now, while HE had been busy merry-making with that vile woman. Aahil didn't even want to imagine the state Sanam would be in. Unshed tears stung in his eyes.
But, when exactly did the switch happen? Aahil asked himself. He reminisced over the events of the past few days to know when Sanam had been kidnapped and the fake one had taken her place. He could have gone and asked that lady, what was her name, Sunehri, what exactly had happened. But, her thought in itself was so repulsive that he didn't even want to go look at her face. It was surprising indeed that he could never stop staring at Sanam, who was so beautiful that she stole his breath away but he could not bear to look at this woman, who looked exactly like his Begum Jaan.
He knew the reason though. Physically, the two looked like photocopies of each other, correction, a photocopy can be differentiated, and mirror images of each other, the two were as different as chalk and cheese. Sanam stole his breath away not because of her beauty but because of her purity and serenity. She was as pure as the moon in the sky. Her heart was more beautiful than anything else on this planet. The appearance was just an add on. Even without the beauty, Sanam would be as precious to Aahil.
When did the change happen? The last time Aahil had truly felt Sanam's presence with him was at the Kohinoor party when he had confessed that he loved her. The tears in her eyes were genuine. She hadn't said so, but she too loved him. After that, he remembered Sanam wasn't the same anymore. She hadn't even responded to his confession. She had wanted to sleep in a different room. Sanam had asked whether the ring he gifted her was real! The PARTY!
Sanam had somehow got replaced with this Sunehri at the Kohinoor party somehow. He deduced. It all fit in. Her reluctance at their proximity seemed obvious now. Another thought struck him. What if he had???? Thank the stars, that woman had an iota of shame to stay away from me. How would I have faced Sanam otherwise?
But, how is it possible that two people look this alike unless they are... Well twins? Sanam didn't have any twin sister. She didn't mention any. He would have to ask Sanam about it. But, he had to find her for starters.
"Sanam, I am coming. I am so sorry I was late. Fie on me for not recognizing your absence. I keep harping on the telepathy that we share, yet, I have been so nave." Aahil thought to himself. He was furious with himself for not making out the difference earlier. He hated himself.
As his thoughts drifted back to Sanam's probable state, his blood boiled. Razia Bi. I will not leave her alone. She will pay for this.
Sanam, I am coming...
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Part 2 - Page 6
Cricket
Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon
Forum Games
Bade Achhe Lagte Hain
