CHAPTER 28- SANIA'S WEDDING ~Ayesha💕

A Y E S H A : -

Everything is a mess.

Today is my best friend's wedding, Sania's wedding, I thought I would be like those girls on their best friend's who would be happy, stay with the bride, have a nice night out, click a lot of pictures, tease them. But I am not normal.

Mama and baba jaan much to my dismay went back to istanbul, as the great lady Bi jaan have arrived there already, but me and Farhan didn't go because Farhan had some really important deal to crack with really important client, so we would go to istanbul the next week to meet our  Bi jaan.

And also I would not go without attending MY best friend's wedding. Which is today, Today, where the Temperature outside went down to five degrees and it is really cold, for me atleast.

And to top my mood, our neighbours have decided to blast my head, by playing songs on a very, did I mention very high volume, every beat in the song increases my headache, worsening my mood, and me being the absolute Amnesiatic queen, forgot to press my clothes which I am supposed wear in today's Barat function. Which I didn't even did till now.

And my dear hubby is also in a very bad mood which clearly screams come- near- me- and - I-will- kill-you. Reason: Unknown. And I don't even want to even ask him, we have been somewhat on good condition from last week, I don't want to ruin it, nor do I wish he ruins it because of his anger issues.

I calculated everything in my mind, when I will press my clothes, get ready and be there on the venue on the time curfew provided by sania. Who is right now in the bridezilla mood.

So calculating everything in my mind I was walking downstairs to tell about today's function, and weather I could take the driver, But, there is always a But, but when I reached downstairs in the living room only to come across my brooding husband, who was emitting a VERY scary Aura. He saw and just simply said,

"Bring me a cup of tea." I think it's something serious, because of that cold tone he used.

Go and make for yourself, I wanted to tell him, as I was anyway running out of time, but considering his bad mood, I didn't said and went to make his tea, which also boiled up and sprawled across the stove, while I was busy making new schedule in my mind. And all the house helpers had went to their homes after making lunch, because we won't be here for dinner, I didn't found any reason for them to stay so I sent them away.

And so now currently, sulkingly, I am cleaning the stove, after burning my one finger while removing the kettle, which I removed without any help of cloth or glove, I thought I was a super women after all.

After cleaning it my mind was still frenzy with panic and frustration, I didn't even get a proper mehendi for crying out loud. Yesterday at the mehendi function while I was applying the mehendi, my husband send the driver to pick me up in that moment only, and demanded me to come out that instead cause he said so, and when I asked him why? He just snapped and said,

"None of your business." Of course it's my business, you are ordering me of something, I should be aware of it. I hate myself sometimes for not taking enough stand for myself.

I didn't asked him more, because as a matter of fact I was scared of his anger from the past week he was all nice with me, don't know what happened yesterday he was back to Angry Farhan, which brought the early days of our marriage memories to me,

After excusing about some emergency to sania, I exited the function early and promised to be early tomorrow on the wedding day. And So I got mehendi only in one hand.

Another frustration to my list.

After making another tea for him, carefully keeping my frenzy, frustrated thoughts aside, I placed the cup on tray and went to his study and entered after knocking, when I entered he was not sitting on his chair, so placing the tray on the table, I was about to exit to iron my clothes, when his phone pinged, which was right beside where I kept the tray, curiosity got the best of me and I read the message notification which was displayed on his lock screen. It was from Bilal, his friend.

The location you send me is the exact same where he was, it could be a opportunity to us, or a threat. You need to be extra careful. - bilal

Okay, I didn't quite get what it is, but before I could ponder more on it, the door to the study opened and Farhan entered wearing glasses with some files in his hands and a scowl on his face.

"What are you doing here?" He asked keeping the file on the table and walking past me to sit on his chair.

"Your tea." I pointed at the tray and was about to make a run out of the lion's den, when he called me,

"You won't be going to-" he was interrupted by his phone ringing, the frown in his forehead deepened and he answered the call. He showed me his hand signalling to me to wait,

Stomping my foot silently, My gaze fell on the digital clock on his desk and I controlled myself with everything I had, seeing I had only two hours left, and my planned schedule is long gone. I have to take action real quick.

Not bothering to listen to what Farhan was about to say, I sneaked from his office made a to my room, first thing I did was to run to my wardrobe and mentally kicked myself for millionth time today for not ironing my clothes.

Taking out my green anarkali, I set the iron and ironed my clothes at the same time glancing at the wall clock which resulted me a another burn on the same finger which was burnt in kitchen, but I didn't had enough time to duel on pain and burn on my finger, it's my best friend's wedding. And I am late. Couldn't care less about my clumsiness right now.

I hate how chaotic I am.

Oh allah, I even had to do my makeup and fix a hijab. Which is more tough than doing hair in a panic.

I quickly changed into my green anarkali which had a beautiful golden intricate embroidery on its neck and sleeves subtle golden border at the bottom of the frock.

I went over to my vanity and opened my makeup pouch, I tried doing my makeup as fast as I can, totally skipping foundation, and after applying the liner on my eye, I realised I didn't applied eyeshadow on the first place and when I reached for my eyeshadow palette my whole makeup pouch fell down the vanity making all my remaining makeup to spatter across the floor.

Letting out a frustrated groan I held the urge to throw something heavy on the speakers of our neighbours which blasting turkish songs. Normally I enjoy them, bur right now, I could do a murder.

I bend down and collected my makeup back in my pouch and zipped it back. While arranging my eye caught a dark green eye pencil which I brought from a online site. Wiping the eyeliner from my eye. I made a fresh liner from the dark green pencil to avoid eyeshadow and applied some blush to my cheeks and a bit of highlighter to my cheekbones, and used a nude brown lipstick. Opening the wooden box of my bangles, I wore some matching green bangles on my wrists. Whilst being happy, that I am finally on a track.

As I was combing my hair to tie it up in a bun and wear a hijab later on, I heard the door handle open, I paid no heed as I combing my hair with fingers and gathered them to make a bun, I felt a gaze on my back which seemed hard to ignore,

I made eye contact with Farhan through the mirror, who was looking at me with an expression that I couldn't express, it was something warm, a look he doesn't do. No I would be dreaming then,

The sound of something falling broke my concentration from our little trance. My makeup pouch which was on the edge of vanity fell again but this time thank god it was zipped up. Removing my hands from my hair which let them fall freely on my shoulders, I bent down picked the pouch again. After keeping it on the table, I was startled by Farhan's voice.

"What are you doing?" He asked I looked at him through the mirror and this time the whatever look was in his eyes was gone and his scowl returned.

"Getting ready for the wedding." I stated picking up my brush. What kind of question was that? He knew it was Sania's wedding today, I told him already and he had no objection.

"But didn't I-" he started with a hard voice but took a deep breath and continued in a firm collected voice.

"Did you even heard what I said to you in my office?"

I turned to him and shook my head as a no,

"I was running late, I had to get ready on time."

He pinched the bridge of his nose,

"You had to run away only when I was saying something important." he almost muttered to himself but I heard.

"What is it? Is it something important?" I asked turning back to combing my hair.

"Yes." he came forward and stood behind me.

"You are not going to your friend's wedding."

My hand froze midway in my hair. I look at him through the mirror, waiting for him to explain further, or rather that he is joking.

"I am sorry what?" I kept the brush back on the table and turned towards him. "I might've heard something else. You-you just said I cannot go to my best friend's wedding?"

He steps closer, "I did."

"Why would you say that?" I chuckle,

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Just do as I say, I am doing it for a reason."

"But I can't do that Farhan, please understand." I pleaded, gripping the edge of the dressing table behind me.

He snapped his eyes at me, a cold irritated look on his face. "Do you have difficulty understanding what I said?"

Recovering from my shocked phase, irritation slowly crept in me.

I watch him as he shakes his head sits at the edge of the bed.

"Why couldn't I, go to my friend's wedding?" I asked walking towards him, suppressing my anger seeping in me.

He looked up at me and his eyes flashed a hint of startled.

"There is a reason." He counted lamely.

"You cannot do this again, we were doing good, tell me what is it." I said glaring at him.

"Why do you have to make everything about yourself?" He snapped.

Irritation swept in me like waves, "Because you are implying your decision on Me. So it would always be about myself."

The neighbours who were heartbroken apparently, changed their music again and this time the music bleed right through the room.

He looked up at me surprised from my irritation. I was always the patient one, but let's say, today it's the realisation hitting me that I've never stood up for myself.

"Whatever you think, you are not going and that's my last call." He says.

"No, Farhan tell me your reason, and be a good and acceptable because I had enough. Every time you can't just come and imply your decision on my face." I fumed.

He stood up from the bed and faced me, his height towering over me.

"What is wrong with you today? Do as I am saying, and don't ask questions." he seethed in equal annoyance.

"Why will I not say anything? It's my right to say. And today I will say and you cannot stop me." I pointed a finger towards him and swallowed the lump in my throat as a familiar itching started at the back of my eyes,

His eyes darkened, and I could see the rage filling in it,

"You are talking about yourself as you're some victim of a drama, what are you? Daily soap actress? Huh?" He grabbed my wrists making my bangles clink together, and pulled me closer to him.

"You aren't a saint either wife, you said you don't have anything with another man, okay fine, give me an explanation then, why did you meet him?" He asked and I stayed silent glaring at him,with tears forming in my eyes.

"Don't have any? Huh? Leave it, thats why I didn't ask you one, I am just keeping you with me because of my parents happiness, because according to them you are a perfect little wife for me." He tightened his grip on my wrists.

My heart shattered at his words, and tears flowed down my cheeks, Something in his eyes said he didn't meant what he said but how could it be possible, how did I even thought he was changing, he would always be the same, always hate me.

"Why are you bringing this up? I thought you over it." I whispered looking at him through my tears.

"We cannot do this forever Farhan, We have to set our differences aside, and talk."

"Differences? What between us, is not differences, it's nothing at all."

"Believe me when I say, if I'd got a chance to know about you, I would've never married you." He spat, the 'you' looked so painful, so hated from his mouth, as if it physically pains him to even take my name.

"Well, newsflash, I would've rather stayed un married then marrying you." The words tasting bitter in mouth. "But I am not complaining, I am not the one who has poison in heart, it's you, when you can't handle your anger, you find my weak points to humiliate me." I said freeing my hands from his grip.

He laughs bitterly throwing his head back, "I have poison in my heart, what do you have say about yourself huh? Should I remind you? No, because I will, Imran? Remember him? Still have meetings with him like Danish?"

I could feel the blood draining from my face, he studies my expressions and laughs even more.

He steps closer, "Was he the reason you were forced to marry? What a tragic night, got proposed by someone, married to someone, then meeting someone."

He takes a loose strand of my hair tucking it behind my ear, "Still in contact with him, the drunken call, it was him, I traced that number, only to know it was Imran awan, who studied in my wife's university, and..." he snaps his fingers, "And is he the reason you want to rejoin your university?"

"Couldn't contact Danish, so now Imran, tell me Ayesha, how many more are there?"

That was the last straw, I couldn't help it,

I slapped him.

"Shut your mouth right now." I seethed, tears falling down my cheeks, "You have no right to say shit about me."

Farhan held his cheek in his hand and looked at me,

"You know what your problem is?" I ask, glaring him through my tears, "You believe what you see, and not the person. Tell me a reason why I should give you a explanation? When you got all the information about me, to whom I've talked, to who I meet, right? Then why bother ask? Why bother wasting your energy on someone like me? Right?"

I curl my fist, feeling my fingers shaking in anger, "I will repeat myself, I do not owe you an explanation, especially with this attitude."

"Yes, it's true that Imran tried to propose me, but it was all fake. One fake act Farhan, which turned my life upside down."

"And I am still paying for that one fake act."

I whimper pointing at me, "I am still paying it,"

"Do you have any idea, how does it feel like to be disgraced by your father for something you didn't do? To be said words which I didn't deserve? Do you know how does it feel when my own father fixed my marriage to such a man, who on the first day made me feel like a unwanted obstacle thrown in his life? Do you know how does it feel like to be humiliated by him every single day for a sin I did not commit? Do you know how does it feel like when he keeps accusing me with baseless accusations? Do you know? Do you? Answer me, do you?" I sob grabbing him by his collar,

I sob, "Answer me. Answer me." He grabbed my wrist,

"Ayesha," he whispers, "Please calm down."

"Why? Why should I calm down?" I push him away, "Why should I? when you keep saying things to me? So many hurtful things to me?" I sob clutching my chest.

"Do you not fear of hurting me so much, so much that I might die from this pain?"

"Ayesha please," he tries to step close,

"And you know the worst of all?" I laugh bitterly, "I cannot go out of all this, because I am struck in everything, Farhan. I am struck in all of these web of lies, accusations, family culture, toxic society, every single thing which binds me to it. Even you. I cannot leave you, because if I do, no matter how innocent I am, this world will always blame me for something, because you do. And you know the problem with us girls? No matter how we tell we could get out of an relationship, we can't do that, because our hearts can't take it. It's always tangled, and it can never be easy. It was never easy and it won't be.." I sob hysterically.

Next thing I know, I was grabbed by shoulders and pulled in his arms, "Please, Ayesha, calm down."

He asks me to calm down.

I sob in his chest. I hit his chest with my fist.

How can I calm down, when he is the reason for my state?

But somehow I am willing to calm down.

And I hate it.

I hate him.

I hate myself.

He holds me as I cry on his chest.

He makes me sit on the bed and makes me drink water.

He tries to grab my hand but I move away, not letting him touch me,

He retracted his hand back and moved away from me,

"I-I did not meant to say that." He says looking away from me.

"But you did." I scoff, wiping my tears,

He opened his mouth to say something but stop short,

"Please don't talk about anything, Farhan." I pleaded.

I wipe away tears from my face and hold my head in hands, feeling all the nerves in my brain cramped up painfully.

I never imagined the day of my best friend's wedding like this, me fighting with my husband. I hate that I hate everything about today.

Taking a deep breath I faced him, who was looking at me with visible guilt in his eyes,

"I will listen to everything you say Farhan, it's your right, and my duty to listen to you, but even I have a right to keep my point for once atleast. And now just for today, please, I want to go to best friend's wedding, it's a big thing to me, please respect my only wish. I promise I won't ask anything from you ever again." I say tiredly.

After a long defining silence he answered in a gruff voice,

"Fine, but three hours, that's all I can give to you."

"Thank you." I wipe my face prying my eyes away from him.

He lingers around for a moment, words seems to be struck in him, he shakes his head and leaves the room slamming the door behind him.

I went to my vanity and looked at my destroyed makeup. Tears stains across my cheeks made new addition to my face. Taking a fresh wipe I wiped it across my face and new tears threatened to spill. I took a deep breath and told it's okay. My allah is with me. The blasting emotional music from the neighbors was getting on my nerves on different level now, the music was making me cry again,

frustrated I make my way  to the balcony, ignoring the chilly winds I picked up the small shovel which was laying beside my rose plant, and threw across the backyard of our neighbours where the loner decided it was okay to listen to sad songs on a speaker, the shovel flew right across and hit his potted plants which were hanging on the porch wall, making them fall on the ground and their broken to pieces lying on the ground.

A sadistic satisfaction filled me, a place where I finally take my anger out. The music didn't stop but I was still happy, I don't care right now. I am too angry to care now. Before anyone can come out of their house I ran away from the balcony and closed the door behind me.

That felt good.

I went to my vanity and I reapplied my makeup and wrapped my golden hijab around my head and draped across my shoulder. Pinning the organza green and golden embroidered duppata to my shoulder, I grabbed my coat, and wore my heels. Taking my phone I dumped it in my small golden clutch, without bothering to check all the messages from my friends knowing they will be asking where am I.

I went downstairs to see Farhan in the living wearing his coat and tie now, typing something on his phone,

I walked near him and cleared my throat.

"You can call the driver, I will leave now."

He stood up from the couch, facing me.

"No need for that." my heart stopped beating for a second, thinking he would tell me not to go again.

"I am coming with you," he said and I sighed in relief, but tensed the next second.

Why did he not trust me?

"It's alright, don't stress yourself for me, you are already tired from your work." I looked down at my heels.

He sighs, "I am not— let's go, you are already late."

He said and walked outside, I followed him after wearing my coat and locking the main door behind me.

Farhan drove car from the garage and I got inside the car, not in a mood to talk at all. As we drove past our neighbours, I tried to ignore the commotion in thier house. Farhan didn't notice at the commotion, call me a A class jerk. But I am no mood to regret. The regret can come tomorrow morning.

He drove to hotel banquet hall quitely. Throughout the whole ride,no words were exchanged between us, nothing was left to say. Everything was said.

Soon he parked infront of the hotel, before opening the door I turned to him,

"You don't need to come and pick me up, send the driver or I will arrange myself a ride."

I made the mistake to look in his eyes, which was staring at me intently, his hazel eyes were swirling with an certain emotion which was rare in his eyes, guilt? I scoffed internally. After saying those harsh words who would be guilty for me? And Farhan being that. Not at all.

"No um, I am joining you, your friend invited me too, remember?" He said taking his seat belt off and turning off the car engine.

Of course sania had to invite him, for one he is my husband and for second he saved her life.

"You promised me three hours, please remember that, Do not go over it, I will approach you myself." I say grabbing my clutch,

His eyes softened a bit, "I won't."

We were sitting close, close enough to hear each other's breathing, but new the distance seemed to close too. A new one built by bitter words and harsh truths.

Discreetly wiping away a tear from the corner of my eye I opened the car door walked towards the venue, I heard the locking sound of the car, followed by footsteps behind me but I didn't bother to wait for him and entered the hotel,

I handed my coat at the reception of the banquet hall and was about to take my token when Farhan gave his coat too and took the same token and kept with him.

He really had to do that?

I stepped inside the banquet hall, and saw many people surrounding the stage where probably the bride and groom is seated. They all were hugging and sweets were being exchanged. A chorus of Mashallah's could be heard.

I just missed a beautiful moment of my best friend's wedding. I missed seeing her signing her marriage certificate. I missed her nikkah.

What a great friend I am.

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A/N :-

Ayesha trying to fight the sad turkish song while fighting with Farhan ☝🏻

Edit- 12/1/23- I removed all the songs from my story. It was wrong to promote music and I realised my mistake. May Allah forgive and guide us all.

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