Daastan E Ishq - داستانِ عشق

ناچاہتے ہوئے بھی میں اسکا اور وہ میری بن گئ

^^ unwillingly I became hers and she became mine.

It was stormy night when every one was in the safety of their houses tucked under warm blankets, she sat on the torn couch facing the handsome man who was now her husband. The brown hair, honey eyed man who was going to take her away from one prison to another.

"If you want you can stay here the night." Her uncle cum greedy man asked the man, who had an aura of arrogance and dominance surrounding him. He wore a black suit that fitted him oh so accurately but she didn't have the courage to look up for more than a minute.

"No need. I don't like spending my nights at cheap places like these" he said and stood up. Taking the hint she also stood up knowing full well there is no way out of this.

"Alright then. Nazish go bring your bag" he ordered her and she obliged.

Nazish he repeated her name making his heart beat some type of way. He kept gazing at her back as she soon moved out of sight. The tea pink dupatta flowing behind her.

"She is a beauty if you ask me. If her mother would've died earlier I would've had a taste of her but the women had no plans for that" he mumbled but loud enough for him to hear and seethed in anger. No he didn't love her nor was attracted to her he simply hated the fact that an uncle was speaking such things about his niece.

Someone cleared their throat to grab their attention. The men turned towards the door where she stood in her white anarkali dress paired with a tea pink dupatta which was loosely wrapped around her head a few strands escaped her braid and framed her face. She kept looking down at her feet. One hand held her dupatta in place while the other held a duffel bag.

"Let's go" he said and started moving towards the door not once glancing at her.

She nodded and started moving behind him.

"Uh uh.. Not even going to hug your uncle goodbye" her uncle said with a look of malice in his eyes.

She looked at her uncle with wide eyes knowing full well what he'd do if she dared to take a step forward.

He opened his arms making her inwardly flinch her toes curled in her khussas. She looked at her husband whose back was facing her and then at her uncle.

She started taking steps back towards her husband but he caught her wrist and pulled her towards himself causing her to gasp. She turned to look for her husband but he was nowhere in sight.

"Aise Kaise jaane do."(How can I let you go like this) He said squeezing her fragile body in his arms. His hands groped her curves viciously making her whimper and struggle even more against his hold.

"Choren mujhe" (leave me) she tried pushing him back. She finally pushed him and almost ran out of the house snatching her bag off the floor in a hurry. Tears clouded her eyes as she ran in the  pouring rain towards the car she saw parked outside.

He settled himself on the back seat as he waited for her to come outside. He expected her to follow him but she  didn't. He thought of waiting ten more minuted and then leave but she came out running like a wild woman. She ran towards the car with her bag covering her front. She opened the door for her to sit beside him but he denied.

"Sit on the front seat. I don't want a drenched rag sitting next to me" he said without even looking at her.

She meekly nodded and sat in the front. The once loose hanging dress was now sticking to her body like second skin. The chiffon dupatta did little to no help in hiding her curves.

He caught his driver staring at her bosom with a lustful gaze where as she tried to cover as much as she could by sticking her bag to her chest.

He caught her jolting more towards the door when his driver's hand touched hers that was resting in her lap.

"Sherkhan gaari dehaan se chalao"(sherkhan drive carefully) Aman said sternly making sherkhan attentive.

"G sahab g"(yes sir) he said in his pashto accent.
After an hour of drive then reached Aman's house. The rain started falling more heavily

Sherkhan opened an umbrella as well as the door for Aman leading him to the house with Nazish following behind in the rain completely drenched.

They both entered the house but before that Nazish wringed her dupatta and dress outside the house then entered.

Aman walked towards his room with Nazish following behind him. He stops hearing the sound of feet shuffling behind. He turns around to find her short petite form right behind his built and tall one.

He took in her shivering form. The white dress soaked to the point he could see the light pink of her bra seeping through. His eyes lingered there but quickly moved to her face when he saw her adjusting her dupatta. Her wet hair were stuck to her face turning little curly at the ends. Her lips turned blue. Her black eyes stuck on the ground with long wet lashes shadowing the darkness inside. All in all the woman standing infront of him was a beauty just like her uncle exclaimed. She was bewitching woman who could wrap anyone around her pinky finger with her beauty.

"Listen to me and listen to me clear." He said in an authoritative voice all she did in response was nod.

"I don't consider this a real marriage. Its just for a time being so don't get any ideas. My family doesn't know about this and neither am I planning on telling them. Stay away from me and my life. I only married you to make sure your uncle returns every single penny he had taken. You have no importance in my life. You can resume your life with your lover if you have one I don't care." Every statement he made stabbed her heart like a knife piercing through skin. Tears blurred her vision as she heard him accuse her of having a boyfriend. She always thought she would save herself for the right one but maybe he was not made for her.

"My wife Haniya will be coming back in a few days stay away from her. Don't show me or her your face. Got that!." He said loudly at the end making her flinch. Her heart bled hearing he was already married. I guess uncle was right girls like me don't get respectful men. She thought as a whimper escaped her mouth. He heard it. He saw the tear falling down her face onto her hand. He saw her biting those petal like lips and ducking her head even more hiding her face from his sight. 

"You're just another maid I hired that's it. Understood?" He said. She nodded.

"Good then. You'll be staying in the servants quarter. ROSHINA!!" He yelled making her flinch again. A young maid came running.

"Yes sir?" She asked.
"Roshina show her the servants quarter and her room." He ordered and opened his rooms door.
"Come" Roshina passed a welcoming smile and starting guiding her but she stopped mid step and turned around to see him gone.

With a saddened heart she followed Roshina into a smaller area and then into a room much similar to her previous room.

"Make your self at home. I'm Roshina I'm 23 years old. You can consider ne your friend and ask me if you need anything. There's the bathroom" she said pointing to a door to the left. "And there is the dresser you can keep your stuff there" she pointing to a dresser.

"Thank you" Nazish said in a hoarse voice.

"No need dear. You better change now you'll get sick other wise. OK good night" she said leaving the room.

"My wife Haniya will be coming back in a few days stay away from her. Don't show me or her your face. Got that!."
His voice rang in her head like broken record.

"He's already married. Why did I think I was good enough to get someone who was just made for me." She said and fell down onto her knees silently crying her heart out........

Assalamualikum guys how are you all? I know its a sad start but the happy one I was going to write will take ALot of time and might just turn into a separate book so please excuse me. I'll try including happy books but right now I have the sad ones taking a toll on me.

This book the whole series in general a mixture of different emotional books so be ready.

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