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Aamna

I was deep in thoughts that footsteps of someone's arrival didn't register in my mind.My back touched to a man's front, and I know who he is.

"I can guide you better,"he said, and I nodded.

"This one is my first quality watch,"he pointed towards a watch that had a black dial and similar color metal  strap. " Abba gifted this to me on my 14th birthday."Excitement is present in his voice. "You know this is from Swarovski."I honestly have no idea what is so special in this name called Swarovski ,I don't know why he is so excited about this .

"I always wanted to have this watch, and Abba gifted me on my birthday and made it so special. You know everyone was envious of me and my watch."He kept speaking, and I was just watching him like a fool ,an ignorant or clueless individual who didn't know the importance of things which were dear to him.

" You are fond of watches ?" I asked at last after half an hour lecture on watches, it's brands etc.

"No,I am confused between footwear ,watches, or clothes ,I love to dress up,"He said, and my mouth opened in surprise

"I know ,I know it's considered a women's thing, but I liked to be well dressed."he continued and ruffled hairs at his back head. He looks cute in this. If I had a camera at this moment ,I would click his picture.

"Let me show you something,"he asked me to follow him

"Look ," he winked and then  pointed towards a section dedicated to women's clothing. The complete  wardrobe is ready .The whole Almirah  is filled with salwar suits ,saree ,legging, jeggings ,jeans ,western dresses, and many more.

"Aamir,"I questioned him, and he had  those kids like expressions. It's like he was the kid who was caught while  stealing the candy/ ice cream from the kitchen.

"Actually, whenever I was going in to malls na, I imagined what would look good on you ,so I purchased what I like. Just check it ,my choice is very nice. "He winked  towards me while saying this.

"Look, this pestle green suit ,it has blue and light pink embroidery...

"Stop it, Aamir ,you are not a salesman ,don't try to act like one."

"Okay," he remained silent for a few seconds and then, "I handpicked everything and .."he mumbled

"I'll wear everything, okay?"

"No,you shouldn't, if you don't like," he said like an authoritative man.

What to do of this man he is strange ,weird and likable at the same time .What am I thinking. I moved my head in denial, but I am getting comfortable with his

"I'll wear pieces I'll like. "

"Better "

There is a knock on the door he went to see who's there.

"I'll be back in an hour,"he said from outside, and I just say okay.

I came out from his walk-in closet and went to freshen up . I splashed water on my face, and one thing kept coming into my mind.

"Am I okay ?" I ignored the voice in my head and went to dress up formally. I wore a simple kurta and salwar set and sat on bed. I scroll instagram for some minutes, but my mind is far away from reality. I hugged my knees to my chest.What am I feeling today is very strange ,I am not sad but not happy either .He didn't attempt anything bad even if he had a chance he had not done anything to me. He was very gentle and subtle. But I don't know him ,what if he is faking it. But why will he fake it . What's so special in me that he'll do it. He might be taking revenge for xyz reason .I am engulfed in the thought of the person known as my husband. My overactive brain can't stop analyzing things and my overthinking creating scenarios that might be far from reality. I want to stop all this but I can't.  I lie on the bed with my life, displaying in my head like a movie.. Our first meet,his judgemental remarks, his flirting texts,his confession, our wedding . Everything went in jiffy,now I am realizing, I knew nothing about him.I know somethings here and there but for  remaining I am clueless .

Boredom hit me, and I am standing on the balcony of the room.There is a huge garden in front and backyard of the house.There is hustle as our Walima (reception) will be held at same place. Few workers are tying beautiful curtains on temporary ropes. There were a bunch of marigold garlands. Rose and Lilly bouquet are present, too. Two guys are carefully bringing boxes, and I feel it contain glass items, which may be chandelier or lamps .There are rows of champa,gulmohar, and boganvelia trees, which gave a very rainbowlike effect .may be not full but half rainbow. A man climbed on one tree and decorated a tree with lights. It will look very nice during the night when tiny lights will illuminate the tree and its flowers. Some other guys bring ceramic flower pots, which have some exotic plants .Mirrors are bringing, too. I am watching all this while sitting on the bamboo chair placed at the side of the balcony.

Knock

Knock

I opened the door and his mother was standing opposite me. I greet her and give her way to come inside. A line of maids followed her with some bags and suitcases. His house has more workers than residents. Thankfully, they hadn't dressed up in the same fashion, at least for today.

"I  have shortlisted some outfits for you which you can wear today's function. Select the one which you like ,we'll finalize accessories accordingly." She said, and I moved from my place to following her instructions.

"There is no hurry Aamna ,take your time ." She said, and I nodded. She left in few minutes and there ishuge suitcase present in front of me to decide what to wear. It would be good if she finalized the outfit for me. I don't know much about fashion as I hadn't a choice ,I always chose the cheapest option. Now, luxury is lying in front of me, and I don't know what to do. I don't want to disappoint his parents at this moment.

Knock

Knock

I opened the door, and this time, people I least wanted were standing outside my room. Their presence gives me uneasiness.  My mind is flashing images of past and recent havoc they created in my life. They pressurized me to marry me ,created all this mess, and now has audacity to stand in front of me.

"Assalamualaikum ,Ammi ,Abbu," I said with a heavy voice. A volcano is leaking inside of me, but I won't create a scene today, not on my Walima day. There are hundreds of guests present in the mansion, and a little bit of hustle gives rumors for evesdroppers.I don't want to take the risk at the moment when my life is at a crucial point of life. I don't know what will happen to me if I mess up the reputation of a powerful family. I can't take the risk. I feel suffocated, and a lone tear falls from my eyes.

Events that happen next surprised me , and my mother takes me in her embrace. I don't want to beat that place. If I knew my tears landed me here ,I would have controlled my emotions.

They invited themselves in Aamir's room. Suitcases came in my mother's view and she opened it .shiny beautiful outfits are now in the open to view.

"How lucky you are,you won't be able to buy such things in a lifetime."I saw her with astonishment, but what I can expect from her. She never listened to my version during Ibrahim ficaso .The comfort a mother should provide never came from her  and she again did it.she hadn't consulted me before fixing alliance with me and caged me again. How she can think these shiny objects give me the peace I was carving.The security I was searching.  How scared and lonely I feel at days . How it can be fixed  Disappontment settled again in my heart.

"Hmm,"the only response I can give.

"You have the position many are dying to gain, and still your mood is sour. Show some gratitude towards Allah that he bestowed such a nice family to you. You should be thankful to Aamir and his family that they accepted you after your tarnished & ruined reputation. "My father said, and I just nodded . I am least interested in having a conversation with them.

"My mother in law and Aamir will be here in a few minutes. Can you excuse me so I can try and finalize my outfit. "

"I can help,"

"No need,"

They started moving and I just ran into the washroom. I don't care if my room is locked or unlocked. I just want to vent out this feeling, which is giving ache in my chest.Theur indifference hurt ,I don't know why I keep hoping that next time their response will be different.  I hate myself for trusting them again and again. And getting my heartbroken again and again.

I on the shower and water droplets creating their magic. Now my tears and waters are merged, and now I can cry in peace. I stood for a few minutes and then sat on the floor, taking support from the wall . Water droplets is flowing on my body and I don't know this tiny things will give me solace one day. I noticed few drops on ky head then moving towards my face ,neck and lower region. I feel they are saying it will pass too but will it. It feels whole thing which is happening here ,I am watching it from a far. I think I am either hallucinating or I am having a nervous breakdown on my Walima day but I don't care . I don't care anymore let it happen whatever happening with me  I have no more courage to hold things in my hands.  The more I try the more thigs fall out of my hands. I don't care anymore. I don't have strength left in me to be strong and fight.

I am a looser who lost all her battle. I lost the battle to protect my dignity against Ibrahim.  I lost myself respect and got beaten by him. I lost the dream to be a successful doctor and live my life independently. I lost the battle against people who wronged me ,I hadn't said anything to them . I am just a coward who is refraining confrontation for stupid reasons.

Dizziness is the symptom I am feeling right now but my legs has no strength left to stand and move to safe place.Aamir's face came in my view,what he is doing here.His face is drenching in water,water droplets are falling from his face but I don't feel the pressure of water anymore. I blinked my eyes to clear my vision.

"I lost against you too."