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The best day in a girl’s life. A moment where she is surrounded by her loved ones, ready to take a step in her new life. A girl will look exquisite on her wedding day, it is said, and why not? The blessings she is showered with, the feel of meeting her soulmate, all this will bring out a fresh glow to her.
Everything told above would have been true for Asmaira if it occurred a few months ago; however, for Asmaira, it was far from the reality. Instead of happiness, being surrounded by her family, she was surrounded by loneliness; instead of thinking about her future with her husband, she was scared to face him.
Here she sat on a couch in the room for the past 2 hours, yes, two hours since her marriage, two hours since she became Mrs. Hashmi, a title which was more of a torment than a blessing. Not moving an inch, not breathing loudly so as not to offend anyone, not that there was anyone around her. She has invariably been an introvert all her life, and her only dream was to make her parents proud. She would do anything or would leave anyone for her parent's sake. Unlike other girls, she never craved attention from anyone.
On the contrary, she would lose her confidence when getting any attention, especially from the opposite gender. She was old school when it comes to men. Her neck started aching for keeping her head low for so long, yet she dare not to raise her head; by any bad luck, meet HIM although he was now her wedded husband. She was not scared to face her future in this giant mansion. She already recognized what would come in her way. Still, She was afraid of not meeting the expectations she set and was scared of not fulfilling her promise no matter how much everybody loathed her.
'Where are you? Why are you not here? Please come and tell me that you will figure out the problem for me as always'. Asmaira thought while a lone tear fell from her eye, remembering her Savior, who always protected her in her difficult times since her childhood.
Though she has been crying since the day she said yes to the marriage, she can't stop herself from crying anymore. Her decision was wholly and solely to get entangled in this marriage whose foundation is based on nothing but hate.
Finally, she dared to conjure up her head and observe the room to kill her anxiety. 'I will die of a heart attack even before he confronts me and kills me,' she thought, pushing her black glasses over her nose, trying to calm her nervousness. The room decorated with a class to her expectation and every bit of it cried out luxury and money. The room was spacious enough to hold an entire 2 BHK apartment, with minimum furniture that included a king-size bed, a sofa, and a dresser to make it look spacious, floor aligned with grey soft faux carpet. Each corner has a lavender plant making it stand out on the white background. One corner has a floor-length books cabinet with a recliner and a contemporary styled floor lamp making it a heaven for book lovers. 'Just like she always wanted,' thinking about her, she slowly set about observing the room. Every bit and every corner reminding about her. The walls, painted to illuminate the entire room once the sun rays fall on them. Clothes neatly hanged at another corner, or rather you could say another room as 'she' always used to say, 'I would possess a separate room to keep my high-end clothing collection.' Asmaira used to roll her eyes, thinking how could she talk like a high-class lady when they were from a middle class, she and her so-called dream, making Asmaira sigh.
What caught her attention was a bare wall opposite the king-size bed covered with many pictures of a couple. Merely by the look of it, you can say there is so much in love, with the brightest smiles. The girl's smile was so contagious that Asmaira automatically smiled, remembering how charismatic she was. That was her!. For a moment, seeing her picture, Asmaira forgot her misery; the emptiness quickly filled with all the endearing memories. Subconsciously when she raised her hand to touch her picture, to feel her as if she was there with her, protecting her like a shield. Asmaira failed to notice someone else's presence in her trance, and before she could hold the picture, an arm came and caught her wrist with an intense force that made her turn to see who it was. Unfortunate for her, he was right in front of her. The man who she was praying not to meet ever. His face was grim and gloomy, eyes filled with so much hatred that she had to bow her head not to die out of the horrible feeling his stare was giving. His cold gaze was enough to make her forget the pain she was enduring. It happened to be their first meet though they were connected before by intense hatred towards each other. She was scared of him in this place would have been an understatement because she knew very well what his thoughts were about her and the marriage. Asmaira thought it was stupid for her to be around him currently. She was naive and timid but dumb not to offend him at this stage.
He was the same man from the picture, but without any emotions. Her greatest fear. Who she never wanted to encounter again in her life. Now, her HUSBAND!
"the more we share, the more we have"-Leonard Nimoy
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