AHAD POV:
After completing my work at the office, I came back home in my car, taking the blazer off, I sat on the couch, closing my eyes I took a deep breath when suddenly I felt a hand caressing my head, opening my eyes I looked at my mother...
I smiled as she took a seat on my left side, giving my attention to her knowing she might have something to say at this time of the day "I do not want anything to hurt my baby, not even a little insect, and I want you to tell me if you're okay with what I have decided for you" mother said while playing with the corner of her dupatta "tell me what you have decided Ammi Jaan" I said attentively yet softly waiting for her reply.
"I want you to get married Ahad" I looked at my mother surprised, thinking if she had said yes to aunt's proposal when she again said, "I want you to get married to Hayat, she is Eira's best friend, I have thought about this very carefully and took this decision, I have talked with your father about it and he's happy if you're happy with it" I looked at her out of words.
I have a messed-up past, I haven't overcome my trauma, I get nightmares sometimes, and I'm pathetic, how will I take care of her if I'm so broke...
"I don't want to destroy my Bacha's (baby) life marrying him with Seema and that is why I want you to say yes to this proposal so your father won't have a word to say when her sister talks about her daughter's marriage proposal to him" Ammi's words made sense and I too think if Ammi has selected a girl for me then she would be great herself.....but will she accept me and my traumas, will she help me heal?
I gave a nod and stood up. "It's a yes from me, Ammi," I said and walked to my room, Hayat, Hayat... I have heard this name from my Eira years ago. But every time we talked on video calls, she told me only about her other friend who's her best friend...
It was Sunday already, we were going to her house, to see my future bride, I was nervous, I didn't know if I should feel this way or not, if would she love me or not, will she say yes or will walk away, will she judge me for my weakness or she'll be my strength?
A lot of questions were running through my head, I had a talk with Hammad about my marriage and he was the happiest, such a brat friend I have, I told him to join me here but he refused, while my brother was busy with his work that he couldn't come too, and here I'm alone with my parents, suddenly baba put his hand on my hand and gave me the unknown strength that I needed...
Sitting on the lawn, I was having some tea. She didn't come with the tea as most girls do, but it's okay, I don't mind it.... things start getting awkward with the tea thing... "Here comes my Chanda." Wasn't her name Hayat? I thought to myself and looked up and met with the hazel brown eyes looking at me directly.
The captive eyes looked away when I looked down and said, "Masha Allah."
"Hayat come here and sit with me," Ammi said, and this time I scrunched my eyebrows, and put my fingers on my eyes whispering damn Ahad you are stupid her nickname is Chanda, not her real name, I said and looked up as my mother hit me on my shoulder lightly "You two can talk at the garden, go."
I finally looked up and took her image print in my head. White kurta with black dupatta on the side, her long black hair was down, I was captive by her in one meet... "Masha Allah," was the only word left in my mouth after meeting her gaze...
We strolled through the garden, no one broke the silence I wanted to ask her something when she suddenly said "I'm Hayat, they are my uncle and auntie, my father doesn't support me so everything will be done by my uncle only, I haven't completed my graduation, I want to continue my studies, I race and go on a long drive, I read a lot and yeah I'm 24 years old, Oh! yeah I dress in hoodies mostly, I don't wear an abaya, I mostly forget to pray, I stay outside most of the time, and I agreed to marry you because my father had been persisting me in handing over my mother's property to him and I want someone to protect me from all the drama he might create shortly" she said and looked at my way, she's way too small for me, cute, I thought and facepalmed myself why would I say something like that, Allah help me please, she might be 5'7, her looking up at me while me looking down at her.....
Giving my attention to her I replied softly, "I'm Ahad Mir, I don't have any problem with you marrying me, taking just your uncle and auntie's blessings, I don't have any problem with you working on your future study plan, I'll support and encourage you towards it more actually. I do race, too. We'll go together to race after marriage if you are okay with it. I do go for a long drive, but on my bike, I don't like reading, but I have read some Urdu novels, and yeah, I'm 29 years old, I would love it if you wore an abaya but it's all up to your choice, you can have my hoodies too if you like, I don't wear them often actually, I can remind you to pray, and I can join you too if you want and yeah I stay outside mostly too, but I can change this habit if you want, and I don't mind being your protector, as a husband it would be my responsibility and I will willingly fulfill it" I replied to each problem or concern she said, I loved the way she opened up to me about things she think is important, looking at her reaction I think she didn't expect me to say all these... her eyes went wide, those hazel brown eyes looked so beautiful, "Masha Allah" I whispered as we were soon called inside.
I need to share my trauma and nightmares situation with her, but I don't think it's the right time, I have made up my mind to look for a psychologist so I can be a better version of myself for her...
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