Getting married

If you haven't prayed your salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't

Happy reading...

Aamal.p.o.v

The room is adorned with traditional décor, reflecting a sense of nostalgia. My aunt, a middle-aged woman with worry lines etched on her face, paces anxiously. She glances outside the window, observing the townsfolk whispering and casting judgmental stares towards her house.

I entered the room wearing a saree, her expression a mixture of confusion and concern.

" Aamal, have you seen what's happening outside? The entire town is abuzz with gossip!" Her hand tremble

I knew what she was talking about so I stayed silent .

Her eyes become teary " They're spreading vile rumours, my dear. Whispering that you were a maid in the Mafia house for an entire year! Oh, the shame! "

" They are gossiping ... .but I haven't done anything wrong no one touched me " I kept a poker face .

" I know, dear! I know you would never do such a thing, but the damage is already done. People in our community are narrow-minded, and they'll believe anything that tarnishes our reputation, " my aunt said desperately .

My hands clenched into fists as anger replaced her initial fear.

" But Auntie, we must not let these rumours define me! It's unjust for them to doubt my character without any proof. We know the truth, and that should be enough! " I said sternly .

" I understand, but you are still young, with dreams of building a family of your own. No honourable family will marry you if these rumours persist "

Il takes a deep breath, determined not to let this adversity defeat her.

" Auntie, I refuse to let this rumour be the end of my dreams. I will face this head-on, and prove to everyone that my character is unblemished "

"  It's easy to say ... .but outside are the vultures who won't let you live nor forget about what happened " She cried sitting down .

" What do you want me to do? " I kneel in front of her .

" Marry someone…" We both looked toward the door and saw Farhan , Uncle and Ibrahim bhai standing .

"  ….. "My uncle came toward me and I stood up .

" Farhan wants to marry you " the moment he spoke those words I felt the floor slip under my feet .

" No!" I yelled in anger and ran inside my room….

I sit on the edge of my bed, my face buried in her hands. The moonlight peeks through the curtains, highlighting my teary eyes and despair-filled expression. My heart races as negative emotions consume her.

I take a deep breath, attempting to calm myself, but my emotions keep pushing through. I stand up and pace back and forth, rummaging through my thoughts.

"Why is everything falling apart?" I whispered to myself

I clenched my fists and looked around the room, seeking solace from the walls that surrounded me. However, even within the confines of my personal sanctuary, despair looms heavily.

I heard a gentle knock on my door quickly wiping my tears. I wore my hijab properly and opened  the door .

Third person p.o.v

She clutches her hands tightly together as tears well up in her eyes. Farhan, a caring and gentle man, watches her with concern.

" Aamal, what's the matter? You're clearly upset, " he asked softly .

" Farhan, I'm scared. Scared that you're marrying me only to save my respect in the society "

" , I understand your concerns, but you have to trust me. My intentions are pure, and my love for you is genuine. I am not marrying you out of pity or for any other reason you may fear " he told her the truth .

Aamal looks into Farhan's eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation or insincerity. She finds nothing but love and honesty, causing a glimmer of hope to flicker within her.

" But Farhan, I've seen the way people in our society talk. They'll say that you only married me to protect my reputation " she whispered, insecure . It's not like she doesn't want to marry him , it's always her dream but not in a situation like this .

" The opinions of others should never define our happiness, Aamal. I don't care about what anyone thinks. All that matters to me is my love for you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, regardless of the whispers and judgement of society " He spoke with determination .

Aamal couldn't believe even in the midst of chaos she would ever find solace in Farhan's words but deep down she was scared that whatever was happening was too good to be true …

Her mind only replayed the word of Devil ... .Soon he will claim her .

Was his words really a bluff???

INT. MAFIA HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT

Dimly lit, smoke-filled room adorned with leather sofas and a large wooden desk. HAIDER, with a piercing gaze, sits behind the desk. His men, KABIR and ZOIAB , stand before him nervously.

" Boss, we've discovered something... important." Kabir whispered.

Haider's eyes narrow with intrigue as he leans in, smoke curling around his face.

Kabir stuttering slightly " A... Aamal is getting married, sir. To... to the love of her life.

Zoiab gulps audibly, shifting uncomfortably as he continues.

Haider's face contorts with rage, his knuckles turning white as he tightly grips the edge of the desk.

" How dare she?  She will regret this! No one defies me and expects to be free!" He said furious .

Kabir and Zoiab exchange nervous glances, realizing the storm they have unleashed.

Kabir tried to reason  " Boss, maybe we can let her go? She's moved on, found happiness…I mean I know her since childhood she loves Farhan for a long time but never told him but now life giving her happiness she deserves "

Haider's eyes flash with fury, his voice erupting through clenched teeth.

He glare at her intensely and in an I stant Kabir back smash against the hard wall letting a groan from his mouth   " No! Aamal is mine, and she will always be! I warned her about the consequences of betraying me, and now she shall face her punishment! "

Zoiab tries to speak up, the fear evident in his voice.

Zoib slightly trembling " Boss, it... it won't be easy. She's marrying into a powerful family, well-protected. They have connections, and–"

Haider slams his fist onto the desk, the room trembling with his anger.

Haider with a cruel smile " Let them have their connections. Let them have their protection. I will show them the true power of Haider. No one escapes me "

His men exchange worried glances, knowing Haider's ruthlessness all too well.

Zoiab helped Kabir stand up on his feet ''

As you wish, Boss. We'll make the necessary arrangements."

Haider leans back in his chair, contemplating the twisted path he is about to embark upon.

" Make no mistake, my men. Aamal will return to my mansion, no matter the cost. And when she does, the whole world will witness her fate "

With an eerie silence and lingering smoke, the room falls under Haider's dark spell, his determination driving them forward into a dangerous pursuit.

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Aamal is in deep deep trouble …Do you think Farhan will be able to protect her??