HAYAT POV:
Thinking about the recent events, I think marriage will be better for me, I'll get a new shoulder to lean on if he's supportive and, if he's not a supportive person then my life can turn to hell too, I need someone to rely on completely too, my father has been so hard on me recently and I do not want to be the target of his wrath for my mother's property soon...
It was already 6 pm Tuesday when I reached Do Darya and looked for some racers when I couldn't find them, I suddenly remembered it was not their time to be here, thinking for some time I decided to message Ashar.
"Came to Do Darya without knowing no one would be here racing, got my new car Mercedes G Wagon, don't know much about its best functions and all, might need help to learn about drifting, would you be free to help me out?" I texted him after deleting many times what to text first. Should I be formal, should I text or not at all...
Waiting for the reply, I drove towards the nearest club to have some "me time" alone, I was about to enter the club when I got the text.
"Glad you texted Miss Hayat, I would love to teach you two or four things about the most dreamy car of mine too. When do you want to meet me, Miss Hayat?"
Looking at his text, I couldn't help but smile. He is such a sunshiny person. I would love to have him as a friend, though, so I texted back.
"Whenever you're free, let me know the time and place I'll be there" I smiled a little and went inside the club, after having a drink or two of Mint Margarita, I took some puff of smoke, trying to keep my thoughts straight.
It's been a long time since I came here yet I haven't visited her grave, maybe because I'm guilty of my act, or maybe I don't have the strength to kill myself seeing her not in front of me...
I made my way deep inside the club's VIP area and took a seat. The loud music and people dancing here and there freely were nothing new to me; I have been going to the clubs for three years now.
It's now not awkward for me to see boys and girls dancing and being touchy with each other, all these things never made me feel relieved yet I find this place the most reliable to go to after having a weird day, many things were going through my mind for days now, everything's going fine and same as usual but still some thoughts are roaming around my mind... thoughts about the bike accident, thoughts about the marriage, thoughts about my father and thoughts about the guy I saw at Do Darya...
It's been a month of me having lessons from Ashar about my beautiful car, everything's going fine between us, we act like wild animals, and the bonding we have developed is unbelievable, today I have a day off since he's going to his brother's company to attend a meeting.....Getting bored, I took my laptop and started working on my secret something...
My fingers were sore and my throat was dry, looking around I saw my surroundings to see the birds chirping and people moving here and there, I looked at the time to see it was 6 pm already, stretching my hands and legs a little I started collecting my hair in a bun to tie, taking off the coat, I corrected my shirt and drive towards the nearest shop to buy myself some books.
Parking my car in the parking lot, I got out of the car and went towards the liberty shop and started finding books...
After my 2 hours of serious searching for my most "TBR" books, I paid for them and made my way home...
"Uncle, I'm home," I said as I saw my uncle in the lounge, happily making my way to him. I found someone else sitting there too, my steps halter...
Father sat there looking all serious, " I want you to sign these papers and come with me to Islamabad," my father said, standing up, and throwing some papers towards me.
Why would he want me to go Islamabad with him now after four months of me being here, "what are these papers for, and why would I go with you?" I said, calming myself down, taking a second glance towards my uncle and aunt to see them standing by my side, I looked at my father...
"These are property papers. I want you to transfer all three properties your mother has given you to me now, I'm building a company for you, so I need these." He said without looking at me this time.
I knew very well that he was lying, the father who once called me a burden, who never for once gave me the love I deserved, would build a company for me? No, I know he's lying, and I won't give him a penny after what he and his mother said about my dead mother.
"No, I won't give you any penny, father, leave!" I said and turned to my uncle taking a deep breath I voiced out something, I wasn't ready to say...
"Uncle, I'm ready for the marriage, and I will continue my studies too, I will be giving you guys a very hard time now as I want you to send me off with Auntie in place of my parents," I said with a smile...
Uncle looked surprised and so happy that I couldn't help but smile myself, auntie came forward and hugged me, "I'm so happy for you, and the respect you have given us" I hugged my aunt back who was now shedding some happy tears and ignored the one who's blood is running through my veins.
Uncle turned and walked out to call someone when I heard my father. "You have decided to marry someone without my permission, I won't let you get married to anyone, I have already arranged your marriage!! You are coming with me to Islamabad, that's it!!"
He said, walking towards me when I too walked forward towards him, standing in front of him confidently stating my point, "I'll report against you, Mr. Ali Ahmad, I won't go anywhere and I will get married to whoever I want! You are no one to me but just a sperm donor," I said and walked out of the lounge while my hands were tangled with my aunt.
"Did I say anything wrong, Aunt?" I asked once we entered my room. "No, not at all. You did good mera bacha (my baby). I'm so happy and proud of you" she said and came forward. Peaking my head, she walked out of the room after talking to me for some time....
I kept my books on the shelves and took out my night suit to change into, I was about to enter the washroom when I heard a knock...
"Chanda," I heard aunt, putting my clothes on the bed. I walked towards the door to see my aunt gesturing me to come out of the room. Following her outside, I saw my uncle sitting on the couch gesturing me to go near him, sitting beside my uncle. I looked up to see him forwarding a box towards me...
"You won't know, but your mother was the only one I admired in my whole life. She was the strongest, bold yet kind and loving person, I shared a great bond with my Bhabhi(sister-in-law) when she was alive, she used to always wish to have a daughter, and her wish came true when you came to this world.....she had some moments with you before she died, but I was there to hold you after her, not my brother, my little warrior that day, I lost one life yet found another one....I never regret fighting for you with my family....even if you are not my daughter still you are my treasure, my little warrior.....you have grown into such a beautiful and smart young girl that I haven't realized how fast the time moving forward...I want to tell you one thing, anytime, anywhere, you need me, I'll be there, I made a promise to my Bhabhi to give all the property papers to you after your wedding, which she had hidden from my brother, today I will give you all the papers that I have been looking after for my Bhabhi and you" the uncle said calmly yet emotionally.....
Aunt came from the room with a lot of files in her hand and put them in front of me, "there are some shares, some factory papers which I build and rent as per what she had written in her will, and some property papers, I have been taking care of all these for nearly 2 decades now, and today I safety return them to you" the uncle said while separating all the papers for me to know which one belongs to what....
I looked at my uncle, and before I could say anything, the lump formed in my throat pained me, I took a deep breath and said "Then uncle the papers I have and father wants are also mother's property?" I asked out of curiosity...
"Those 3 properties are your mother's Haq Maher (a mandatory gift or token of respect given by the husband to the wife in Islam) that my brother gave her, and it's rightfully hers!" I nodded, understanding everything now...
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