This chapter is dedicated to my sole rain, my rhim jhim rimmie6578

I have no name ; for I am only memory severed from you. — Vincente Alexandre

The morning may have seemed calm with it's bright skies and cool winds, despite the peak of Summers. With the trees casting cool shadows on the roads and people dwelling under them for some relief. One after the other the crowd that had collected inside Asma Bi's brothel dwindled. In the calm day, life here was anything but. The death of Asma Bi had shook the foundations of the house. She had been diagnosed with oral cancer a few weeks ago. It made her completely incapable of eating without throwing up. Last night, Asma Bi had been in great agony. With vomiting blood and her daughters all but abandoning her case. Asma knew she had failed at her duties and would continue to suffer for the time that was left. In the last moments of her life she had seen all her life's hard work destruct. The opulence of her fine brothel house had dimmed as loan sharks knocked on her doors. Her workers began to leave in full confidence—her failure to pay and her sickness had made her incapable of stopping them. It had all fallen apart. Last night, watching her eldest daughter run away with a drug addict had caused her hope to break and she had passed away. With pain curling deep under her skin like full blazed fire.

Azmaray rested his back against the wall of the courtyard. It's chipping white paint rubbed against the back of his shirt. He sighed looking at the small entrance of the brothel, hoping that the guard would return soon. Upon his arrival in the morning he had been informed of the changes around the street. Unfortunately before he could be guided, Asma Bi's death had been announced and everyone got busy with that. Now he waited for that old man, Karim, to lead him towards Rani's new place. Luckily he did not have to wait any longer as the man walked in a few minutes later. His shoulders hunched and a prominent hunchback rising from his back. Greying hair and light cerulean blue eyes that were decorated with many red veins.

"Come," he motioned.

Azmaray grunted in agreement. Pushing himself off of the wall and following behind the man silently. The narrow alleyway was crowded. With doors thrown wide and cyclists ringing their bells as the drove by. Motorcyclists cutting through the heavy crowd and vendors shrieked out loud, selling their produce whilst rooted to their positions. A ten minute walk later they stood infront of a medium sized home. The door painted a chocolate brown and Rani's name etched onto the wall beside it. Azmaray thanked Karim before knocking on the door, praying to God that his wish be fulfilled.

"Salam," [Greetings,] a young woman opened the door, winking in his direction.

Coughing uncomfortably, Azmaray greeted her in return.

"Mujhe Rani sai milna hai," [I want to meet Rani,] Azmaray informed.

The woman giggled, moving out of his way and leading him inside. Her hands rubbing his toned shoulders, all women that sat inside the veranda turning towards him with curious eyes. A few flirtations and whistles thrown his way.

"She's inside, mana karay tou bas chambeli naam lena mein hazir," [if she rejects, say the name Chambeli and I'll be there,] the woman—Chambeli winked, opening the door for him.

Ignoring her lewd actions, Azmaray stepped inside the room. The sight infront of him knocking the breath out of his lungs. Infront of him stood Rani with her back to him. Her slender body fitted into a body hugging silk shirt. The black emphasised the cool undertone of her skin. Wet strands of hair curling loosely at the ends her hands busy applying a pink rouge onto her lips.

"Uh—you!" Rani screamed.

Azmaray gulped seeing the anger in his face. Trying ignore the droplet of water that slid down her neck and into her cleavage. The firmness of her bust had blood rushing south. Azmaray wiped the sweat from his brow, the ac on blast did little to help him.

"Me-me-mein?" [M-m-me?] He blurted out.

"Ji ap. Phir idhr aa gaye?" [Yes you. You came here again?] Rani questioned.

"Uh I just needed to ask a question," he scratched the back of his neck.

"Go ahead," she rolled her eyes.

"I've spent the past few months in contemplation. Rani I can't live without you. Please marry me!" Azmaray plead, ready to sink to his knees.

"No. You are in love with the illusion of who I am. You don't know me. You love Rani, a dominant prostitute. Not to forget, I haven't forgotten your behaviour Mr.Azmaray Khan". She spoke with great finality.

"And I have spent my time away in repentance. Done everything I can. Ansoo sai le kar khoon tak baha hai mera apni ghalti ka kafara ada karnay mein. Jaan bhi gawa dun. Ghin aati hai soch kar keh mein nai apko woh sab kaha! Par yakeen karein mein aisa nahi hun. Or at least not anymore," [From tears to blood I have lost to seek forgiveness. I will give my life too. If disgusts me to think that I sad all that to you! But please belive me that I'm not like that.] he whispered, taking a step towards her.

Laila took a sharp breath, feeling his warm fingers trail the length of her arm. Gripping her fingers in one motion, lifting them to his lips. Warmth coated them as he kissed each one, the thick raw passion radiating from him suffocated her.

"Please leave. I'm not interested in marriage". She shoved him away.

Heart broken, Azmaray laughed. Tears filling his eyes as he stared at her. A small broken smile covered his lips as he repeated one more time.

"I'm not leaving. I'll give you sometime. Think over your decision Rani. I know you won't regret it!" Seriousness laced his words.

———

Laila groaned as Sarah slapped her back roughly. Furious with her daughter for the foolishness she had been showing. Her daughter had confided in her about the whole ordeal and Sarah wanted to kill herself. She had no idea she had birthed such incapable children.

"Say yes! Laila please my love, get out of this life. Make him take vows, to owe you loyalty. But don't let that man walk away without you. He looks like a beautiful tragedy, sitting under the sun waiting for your reply. My darling I know this is the life you have always known. Yet this proposal is once in a lifetime chance," she explained.

"What if it's just a good chase he wants?" She retorted.

"Then come back. But don't let this chance go. He's utterly in love with you. Laila for my sake agree to this marriage". Sarah convinced.

Laila groaned, closing her eyes as she imagined a life. A lifestyle that was not so promiscuous. One like the books Ayna read—where love and loyalty were plenty. Maybe, just maybe she could give herself this opportunity.

"Send him in. I need to talk to him," Laila whispered, passing her mother a smile.

Sarah nodded, squeezing her hand in reassurance as she walked outside. Laila took the few minutes in seclusion to stare at the orange walls. The stars she and Ayna had painstakingly hung up on the wall shone as the sun began to set and lights became dim. The last of its rays casted a rust glow on Laila's skin, warming it up from deep within. Her heart at peace as she rubbed her palms together. The chipped nail polish edges seeming more interesting than ever.

"You called for me". Azmaray's baritone voice scared Laila.

Placing a hand on her rapidly beating heart, she nodded. Motioning for him to sit infront of her.

"Why do you think you're in love with me?" Laila enquired, raising her brow.

"You want the honest response?" He sighed.

Laila nodded her head. Azmaray took that as his go ahead sign and took a deep breath before starting.

"After our first time, I thought I was hung up on your dominant ways. I imagined it was that which made me run after you. But after the rejection I realised it was deeper. There was more, otherwise your absence would not have stung like alcohol on a cut wound," he began.

"But that isn't enough to know me!" She raised her hand in the air.

"Please don't interrupt me. As I was saying, I noticed that while Rani was your stage name and you carried her persona well, there were moments you thought no one was looking and let your facade slip. And I only caught it because I was hung over on you. From the teasing looks you threw your elder sister, I belive. To the way you stayed up after sex and looked out of the window. A small smile on your face as it caught up with the beauty of life. Not to mention your loud, cheery attitude I saw in the market. Your shy behavior, hiding behind your mother to protect you from the watchful gazes of curious women and vendors. It all summed up someone other than Rani—" Azmaray spoke in one breath, lest he be interrupted.

Laila nodded her head in affirmation. Taking a deep breath, pondering on what to say before she began.

"Will I be allowed to do as I want?"

"Will your body, mind and heart solely be mine?"

"Will you fulfill all my wishes, in and out of the bedroom?"

———

"Qabool hai". [I accept]

"Qabool hai". [I accept]

"Qabool hai". [I accept]. Azmaray stared Laila dead in the eye as he announced his decision.

Laila blushed a deep red, her skin buzzing with feelings as she stared at the man who was now her husband. He had gone all out for their intimate wedding. Within twenty four hours, he had managed to arrange his and Ayna's clothes as well as set up his farmhouse just the most perfectly dreamy way for their nikkah. The place had been set up like a fairytale. Tulips covered the garden all the way towards the stage. Candles in glass boxes burning bright, trees in the background swaying slowly as the fans worked on full speed near them. A large circle of branches had been woven together to act as a backdrop to their pictures. Men running around and taking shots of everything. 

Laila was dressed in a mint green anarkali. The front of the dress filled with Swarovski crystals and fine dabka work. Exquisite stone work lined the dress from top to bottom. And under the setting Sun, she gleamed like a star. The only star in Azmaray's sky. The sheer back with a teardrop cut, were covered by her loosely curled hair. The thin veil covering her head as Azmaray slid his palm into hers. The two smiling at Ayna approaching them with sweets. Her white chiffon lehnga choli, with silver sequin work looked absolutely stunning. The large forehead piece covering her forehead, her blow dried hair moving softly in the air.

|Ayna's Outfit|

|Laila's Outfit|

"Mubarak ho," [Congratulations,] Ayna smiled.

"Thank you," the bride and groom replied in unison.

Laila blushing as Azmaray's heated gaze took her in. Pleased with the reaction, Azmaray proudly kissed her cheeks, everyone else around them hooting. Azmaray's two best friends, Alamgeer and Zaeem walking towards them with Alamgeer's wife Lyana in tow.

"Ayna could you help Zaeem to the restroom please?" Azmaray inquired.

Having no choice but to agree Ayna nodded. Counting down the seconds to the destruction that was following.

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