Hey guys. How are you all? I'm finally writing an OS after two years. This story will definitely hold a special part in my life as it's different from all the stories I've ever written. As you already know, this book contains unconventional love stories, so here I present you with yet another beautiful love story.

Imperfect Misfits

It was dark outside while Sajal stood near the window gazing at the dark sky with tears building up in her eyes. A gust of wind sent shivers down her spine. Outside, the sky was calm, and the moon was losing its shine; the stars were disappearing. She looked at the moon while cursing her fate. Finally, a lone drop of tear escaped from her eyes. Even though the weather was not so chilled, she felt cold despite wearing a heavy wedding dress.

Yes, it is her wedding today.

Ever since the beauticians left after doing her make-up, she stood near the window gazing at the moon. Some kind of coldness crawled within her. Her muscles couldn't move. Her heart seemed to stop beating alternatively and pumped furiously. Her brain was numb. Her mind constantly told her to run away, but her heart did not permit her to humiliate her family once again.

"Mashallah, my daughter, is looking so beautiful," her mother said, breaking the trail of her thoughts.

"Lie," she spoke slowly.

"Ammi... I can't marry him. We both are totally different and not perfect for each other," Sajal told her mother.

"Beta, he is a very good person. He'll always keep you happy," her mother said while adjusting Sajal's veil.

"How can I marry Ahad when I still love Bilal?" Sajal's question shocked her mother.

"Why can't you understand, Sajal, that you have to forget Bilal. He does not deserve you. Ahad is going to be your husband; you should not think about any other man," Sajal's mother said, wiping her tears.

Her mother was right. She can't think about Bilal anymore, not after he humiliated her in front of her family. But is marriage a culmination of a girl's life? She had fought with her parents for Bilal's sake, but now she had nothing left to fight for, and she was back in her shell. Would the shards of her life come together and mend themselves into some form of normalcy? Sajal had no idea. All she wanted now was isolation from a world she felt she had no place for her, yet she is getting married to a person she hardly knows.

"What if he hates me after knowing the truth?" Sajal questioned herself.

"Everyone isn't Bilal," her heart replied.

Flashback:

"Abbu... meet Bilal," Sajal said with a hint of excitement in her voice. Why shouldn't she be excited? After all, she was introducing her boyfriend of six years to her parents. Although it was not normal, Bilal was still meeting Sajal's parents for the first time. Sajal always loved the idea of marrying and making a home with Bilal, the man she gave her heart to.

Sajal had met Bilal in her first year of graduation, and it was love at first sight for both of them. Throughout the three years of graduation, they were the most famous couple of their college. Everyone shipped them. They both had decided to finish their studies, get a job and then talk to their parents about their marriage. Initially, Bilal was reluctant to marriage but after nagging from Sajal, where he was meeting her parents.

"Assalamu alaykum uncle, "Bilal greeted Sajal's father.

"Walaikum Salam," her father greeted back Bilal.

"Where are your parents?" Sajal's mother asked.

"Aunty...I don't think that their opinion matters," Bilal said.

Sajal's parents looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Seriously?" Sajal sent Bilal a glare.

"I don't want to talk about it in a circle. I'll come directly to the point; when do you both plan to have a nikah?" Her father's voice was stern.

Bilal was taken aback. He hadn't expected that question to come up so quickly.

"What? Nikah?" Bilal was baffled.

"Yes," Sajal's father looked straight into his eyes.

What happened? We want Sajal to get married as soon as possible. You both love each other, and I think you shouldn't have any problem with it", it was Sajal's mother who said.

"Aunty, I can't marry Sajal," Bilal said.

"Don't you both love each other?" Sajal's father spoke loudly.

"Bilal? What's wrong? You love me, "Sajal was almost in tears.

"I loved you, Sajal, but not now. Not after what happened. How do you expect me to marry you after all these? I don't want a wife like you. No one will ever marry you, Sajal. You are no more a marriage material," Bilal said while getting up.

"Please, Bilal doesn't do this. I have no more strength left in me now. I love you very much. Don't leave me. I'm okay if you don't want to marry me, but please don't leave me... please," Sajal was pleading with Bilal.

"Why can't you understand that I'm no longer interested in you," Bilal said while pushing Sajal, and she banged her head on the coffee table.

Suddenly a slap landed on Bilal's face. It was Sajal's father who slapped him.

"How dare you disrespect my daughter in my house?" Sajal's father spoke angrily.

"Does your daughter has any respect left after what happened to her? No one is ever going to marry your daughter," Bilal said while walking out.

"He is right," Sajal whispered.

Sajal was left alone with tears, shattered at the very core from watching the person she loved walking away. She felt her heart was breaking, and tears rolled down her cheeks. The pain of separation stalked Sajal. She had so many unanswered questions and unspoken emotions. She realized that she had given her heart away to him because she wanted to feel loved. Hence, his flaws were not flawed to her-she loved everything about him. She only wished he could have loved her back the way she did.

"Aunty, qazi Sahab is asking for the bride," a voice brought her out of her flashback.

"Okay," her mother replied, covering Sajal's face with a red veil. Sajal's mother helped her walk properly in the heavy dress. Although the veil was translucent, she couldn't see her surroundings properly. Her mother made her sit in front of the groom. There was a green transparent curtain put up in between the bride and groom. Seeing the qazi in the room, Sajal's hand started sweating, and she was not ready to marry a man she hardly knew; she wasn't ready to marry at all. But she knew she can't back off from the wedding now; her family had already been shamed twice for her.

"Sajal Ali wald Mohammed Ali,kya aapko Ahad Raza Mir wald Asif Raza Mir se yeh nikal qubool hai?" The qazi asked, looking at her. (Do you, Sajal Ali, daughter of Mohammed Ali, take Ahad Raza Mir, son of Asif Raza Mir as your lawfully wedded husband?)

Sajal had no answer. She was not ready to marry Ahad, a person she doesn't love. She looked at her father, who glared at her.

"Qubool hai," she replied, accepting her defeat. (I do)

"Kya aapko yeh nikah qubool hai?" The qazi asked again.

"Qubool hai," she replied.

"Kya aapko yeh nikal qubool hai?" The qazi asked for the final time.

"Qubool hai", she sighed.

"Sign on this nikahnama", the qazi said, forwarding her the papers to sign. With shaking hands, she signed those papers.

"Ahad Raza Mir wald Asif Raza Mir kya aapko Sajal Ali wald Mohammed Ali ke saath yeh nikal qubool hai?" The qazi asked Ahad. (Do you Ahad Raza Mir, son of Asif Raza Mir, take Sajal Ali, daughter of Mohammed Ali as your lawfully wedded wife?)

"Don't bother asking me thrice, "Ahad replied excitedly.

"Qubool hai,qubool hai,qubool hai hai, Zindagi bhar ke liye," Ahad replied with a huge grin on his face.

"Sign these papers," the qazi smiled, looking at Ahad's excitement while he was signing." Mashallah. Nikah Mubarak ho," the qazi hugged Ahad.

Everyone congratulated the bride and groom and also their families. While hugging his father, Ahad's eyes were on Sajal.

The nikah was done; now it was time for rukhshati. And finally, Sajal got to shed those tears that she was holding for a long. She wasn't crying because she was going away from her parents; she was crying about her fate.

Since her childhood, it was her dream to marry a person she loves, yet here she is marrying someone she doesn't love. Somewhere in the corner of her heart, Bilal still resides. Promises should not bound love. Love should be set free with no restrictions. There are no promises in love, and there is only magic in love. It's a long wait. The magic to wait for your love. Love is like life, where you don't find smooth roads or achieve goals so easily. You have to struggle for it, but when you don't stop living your life, why should you stop loving someone. After all, first love can never be forgotten, so how can Sajal forget Bilal so easily? Ahad helped Sajal sit in the car and the entire ride to Ahad's home was dead silent. Sajal expected him to say something, but he was silent.

"Is he regretting that he married me?" She thought.

Sajal was warmly welcomed home by Ahad's mother and sister. She was shocked to see the smile on their faces. She was expecting them to dislike her. Ahad's mother made Sajal sit in the middle of the bed, decorated with scented candles and flowers.

"Why are you considerate towards me?" Sajal couldn't help but ask.

"What?"Ahad's mother was taken aback by her question.

"How can you accept me as your daughter-in-law?" Sajal asked.

"My son loves you, and it's enough for me to love you, "Ahad's mother smiled and left.

Sajal sat on the bed, looking at her palms filled with mehndi. After some minutes, Ahad entered the room and closed the door. Sajal's heart started to beat loudly, and she was sure that it was so loud that he can hear it.

"Mashallah, you are looking so beautiful," Ahad said.

"Why are you lying?" Sajal asked.

"Why will I lie?" Ahad chuckled.

Sajal was unable to understand how can he still find her beautiful. She never wanted Ahad to marry her out of pity or sympathy. Even though life had hit her hard, Sajal prized her self-respect above everything else, and all she wanted was to people not pitting her.

"Why did you marry me? A girl like me?" Sajal asked.

"Because I love you, "Ahad replied.

Nothing else was spoken. Their eyes held a conversation of their own. Her eyes turned moist." I have tasted love, and it tastes bitter," she said.

Mujhe ishq se rehna tha door
Gham is ke bade jo hai mashhoooor
Par ye dil hai ki bilkul mana nahhhhi
Mujhe kheench kar dekho le aaya wahhhhi
Jahan ishq hai bas ishq hai
Ha ishq hai bas ishq hai

"How can you still find me beautiful?" Sajal asked, throwing her dupatta aside. She expected him to flinch at sight in front of him, but he came closer to her and held her shoulder.

"He threw acid on your face, not on your soul. For me, you're still the most beautiful person," Ahad said with a genuine smile on her face.

"Bilal, the person who loved me for six years, found me ugly, then how can you call me beautiful? Look at my face.... it looks horrible. Everyone blamed me, but why are you supporting me? I don't deserve you, "Sajal fell on the floor crying.

"These scars don't affect me. I want to be with you. Looks don't matter to me. What happened with you was not your fault," he replied.

Flashback:

"Bilal...for the umpteenth time, I'm telling you that doesn't disturb me. I'm in school, and I can't pick up your call. Stop calling me continuously. I can't talk to you while I'm teaching. I'll call you later," Sajal furiously texted Bilal.

She was a teacher in a primary school. Sajal always loved to be around kids. After few hours, her class got over. Standing near the school gate, she searched for her phone to call Bilal when she felt someone nudging her dupatta. She noticed a kid standing there.

"Hey," Sajal greeted the kid.

The kid gave her w bouquet of extremely beautiful-looking red roses.

"This is for you," the kid said to her.

"But who gave you these?" She asked him.

"That uncle," the kid pointed towards his back.

Sajal looked in that direction but found no one there.

"Bye," the kid ran away.

"Bilal must have sent these. I'm angry. That's why he's trying to convince me, "Sajal told herself. But somewhere deep inside her heart, she knew it wasn't Bilal. It's been two months that she's getting flowers, chocolates and some random gifts accompanied by a letter. Sajal quickly looked inside the bouquet and found a note in it.

"You are looking so breathtakingly beautiful that I can't take my eyes off you. But whenever I see you with that boy, my blood boils. Remember, Sajal, that you are the only mine, and I never share what's mine".

"What the hell. What does this man think of himself? He can go to hell," Sajal tore the note and threw it there. She knew that the one who had sent her those flowers was looking at her. She wanted to convey that person that isn't afraid of him.

"Are you mad? Why didn't you tell me all these before?" Bilal scolded Sajal for hiding the truth from him.

"Initially, I thought it's you who is messing around with me, but then I never cared much about it. Maybe it's just a random guy who has a crush on me; after all, I'm so beautiful," Sajal joked, trying to lift the mood.

"And this beauty is just for me, "Bilal kissed her cheeks.

Bilal dropped her just a few steps away from her home and left. Just as Sajal was a step away from her home, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"I asked you to stay away from that boy, but you didn't. Now you have to face the consequences. If you can't be mine, I won't let you be anyone else's," the man said.

The person whipped out a bottle of acid and splashed it on her. At first, she thought it was just cold water, and then the ice-cold liquid became unbearably hot. It felt like someone had stripped off her skin and pierced nails on her face. She fell, screaming her lungs out. Hearing her scream, her mother, along with the neighbours, came rushing to help her. They immediately took her to the hospital; although the burn was not so deep, the left side of her face was beyond recognition. It took 17 surgeries to make her face look better.

Even after a deadly acid attack, Sajal did not break; what broke her was Bilal leaving her and calling her ugly.

An acid attack is not something you can physically move on from or effectively hide. It's not just a question of these men being unable to handle rejection, and it's meant to teach a lesson to mark someone for life. The idea that a woman has agency or autonomy is inconceivable to these types of men.

"If you can't be mine, then I won't let you be anyone else's, "this thought has destroyed millions of lives.

"Everyone blamed me. Everyone thought that I had an affair with that person and ditched him; that's why he threw acid on me. But I swear, I didn't do anything," Sajal begged. Ahad burst out in laughter.

"You fool. Do you think I care about anyone else's opinion? I love you, Sajal. I love you ever since I have seen you. I saw you for the first time in college. The glimpse of you in your blue suit was enough to make me fall in love with you. But you were in love with Bilal, so I never confessed my love for you. But I never stopped loving you. I don't have a lot to say right now but remember; I'll always love you. My love for you is not physical; it will fade away with your beauty; my love for you is eternal. I always asked Allah to bring you into my life all these years, and finally, you are mine. I've never felt this way in my entire life. I want to be with you always, and I'll make sure that all the happiness in the world comes to you. I love you so much, Sajal," Ahad confessed.

Tears rolled down Sajal's face. No one has ever said anything like this to her, not even Bilal.

Yaaaariyan veeee yaariyaaaan veIs darde dil ki sifarishAb kar de koi yahaKe mil jaye ise woh barishJo bhiga de poori tarahaIs darde dil ki sifarishAb kar de koi yahaKe mil jaye ise woh barishJo bhiga de poori taraha

He was so close that she could feel his breath, and she didn't know how to react. There was complete silence between them, and everything else seemed to fade. He moved a few inches closer to her and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, which had been falling over the most beautiful face he had ever seen. He slowly leaned in placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Are you not disgusted by my face?" Sajal asked Ahad.

"I can spend my entire life looking at your face?"Ahad held her hands.

Sajal couldn't help but furiously blush at Ahad's words.

"Will you give me a chance to mend your heart?" Ahad asked.

There was an anticipated silence. Sajal was not sure what to reply. She wanted to follow her heart and not think twice, yet, she knew what it meant to say yes. She has broken her heart once. She wasn't prepared to respond, not at that moment. But what she couldn't deny as well as how much Ahad's words assured her of their lives together going forward. The assurance meant a lot to her, she had no reason to say no, but she was not ready to destroy his life.

Tu jo milaaaa to zindagi hai badliMai poooori nayi hoooo gayiHai be asaaaar duniya ki bate badi eeeeAb teeeeri sunu mai sadaaaaHmmmmmMilne ko tujhse bahaane karuTu muskuraye wajah mai banuRoz bitana sath me tereSara din mera

"You are destroying your life. I don't deserve you,", Sajal said.

"Love is way beyond faces. It needs two people's understanding, care, and respect. You hold a special part in my heart. I can never stop loving you,"  Ahad said.

Love is such a beautiful feeling that words fall short to explain it. True love is not something that is planned, it just happens within a blink of an eye, and you don't even realize when the cupid's arrow struck you. Some people like Bilal fall in love with physical beauty; on the other hand, there are people like Ahad who don't fall for skin; for them, it's all about the connection.

"But I..., "Sajal's words were interrupted.

Ahad placed his fingers on her lips to stop her.

"Never again utter that you don't deserve me, " Sajal smiled as tears fell from her eyes and touched his fingers. He moved a step closer and wiped them off. Ahad held her with love and affection that she had craved for so many months; all the insecurities and doubt vanished from her face.

Is darde dil ki sifarish
Ab kar de koi yaha
Ke mil jaye ise woh barish
Jo bhiga de poori tara haa aa aa
Is darde dil ki sifarish
Ab kar de koi yaha
Ke mil jaye ise woh barish
Jo bhiga de poori tarahaa aa aa

"I know I am not the best person for you, neither we both are perfect for each other, but as it rightly said that you don't need to be perfect for each other-you just need to be happy together," Ahad said.

Sometimes one simply has to believe in what's coming one's way and break out of preconceived barriers. Sajal looked into Ahad's eyes. He looked so sure and confident about his love.

"Will you always love me?" she asked.

"Always, "Ahad reassured her.

Kya hua asaaaar tere sath reh kar na jane
Ke hosh ab mujhe na raha
Lafz mereeee the zuban pe aake ruke
Par ho na sake woh bayan
Dhadkan tera hi nam jo le
Aankhe bhi paigham yeh de
Teri nazar ka hi yeh asar hai
Mujhpe jo huaaaa

"Did I tell you that you are looking so hot in this red wedding dress? It's tough for me to control myself. Red suits you, " Ahad whispered huskily near Sajal's ears.

Sajal just blushed to hear those words.

"Don't blush so hard it's making my desires darker," Ahad said in a sultry voice.

"What if I'm not a virgin?" She asked him.

"What if it doesn't matter to me?"Ahad replied playfully.

"Don't worry; I'm a virgin. Although I was in a relationship for six years, I always wished to lose my virginity to my husband," Sajal told the truth.

Is darde dil ki sifarish

Ab kar de koi yaha

Ke mil jaye ise woh barish
Jo bhiga de poori tarahaa aa aa
Is darde dil ki sifarish
Ab kar de koi yaha
Ke mil jaye ise woh barish
Jo bhiga de poori taraha

"Trust me, Sajal, all these don't matter to me. All that matters is that you are my wife, and I love you. Your past is past; it doesn't affect me. I love you, but I know that I can't expect you to love me suddenly but at least accept me and our marriage", Ahad said.

"I have no reason to reject you. You are the best husband anyone can ask for. I'm ready to fall in love with you because I am sure that you'll never break my heart. I trust you. And yes, we may not be perfect for each other, but you are the best for me," Sajal placed her head on Ahad's chest.

"I knew that you'd eventually accept me, "Ahad hugged back Sajal.

"How?" She chuckled.

"I'm so handsome that no girl can resist my charms," Ahad grinned.

"Shut up," Sajal smacked his chest.

Miracles do happen! Who would have thought that Sajal would find a person who will love her immensely after an acid attack and seventeen surgeries later? When it comes to love, there are no boundaries or barriers that it does not break.

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