CHAPTER 5- KISMAT/ FATE~ Ayesha💕

A Y E S H A : -

As we reached home I came out of the car stumbling as baba grabbed my arm again started dragging me to our house from porch despite of my tears and protests which fell to deaf ears.

My hijab started to loose when we entered the house, mom waiting for us in kitchen and when she heard my voice she came towards the living room with a frown.

"What happened Humza why are you behaving like this with ayesha? Is this the way to behave with your daughter?" She asks seeing me being held by baba.

I quickly freed my arm from baba's grasp and hugged my mom and broke into sobs.

"Ask your beloved daughter Hira what she have done today?" Baba yelled angrily.

"Whatever she have done you have no right to be violent towards her!" Mom said angrily while hugging me tightly in her safe arms my mom was not the women who always talks with high tone with her husband but when it comes to her or her children's right she always stands confidently in front of baba.

"If you listen what your daughter has done today all of your pride will break from your daughter!" Baba said pointing his finger at me.

"My daughter? She's our daughter! What's the reason hamza? Murat you tell what happened what is the reason for this behaviour?"

Baba started massaging his forehead with his palm and sat on sofa.

"Mom actually when baba went to pick up ayesha from her fest, when we reached her university we saw she was in canteen and there..... there ....she was.. she was ..." Murat tried to complete.

"Murat say it clearly!" Mom gritted agitatedly.

"Mom actually Ayesha was there with .... with .... imran and they.....-"

"And that imran boy was proposing your daughter and she shamelessly said yes without thinking about her father's reputation!" Baba completed instead of murat making him flinch.

Before mom could react I started explaining,

"Mom it was not that they saw mom it was nothing like that.... that .... imran.... he ... practiced... not me... it was his his." I was continuously blabbering with hiccups.

Mom cupped my face and made me sit on the chair.

"Ayesha relax calm down and say." mom said while drinking me a glass of water I drank half water and continued,

"Mom he was going to propose his girlfriend not me he was practicing please believe me mumma please." I desperately tried to make her understand.

"Oh yeah if he was practicing then why was those stupid friends of yours were cheering for you ? Huh? Was that also a part of your so called practice? Many people were there cheering on her, Did you know I felt? I felt like they were cheering on my loss of reputation." Baba got up from his seat but Murat stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"No no baba please I am not acting please believe me please momma please you believe me right?" I kneeled and asked to mom who was sitting on the in front of me and hold her knee but she was responding.

"Mom please, Are you listening?" I asked and saw tears forming in her eyes.

"I don't know what to believe ayesha? But I have trust on my daughter." she said keeping a hand on my shoulder.

"Mom I never broke your trust please!"

I wiped my face with back of my hand and went to murat who was standing quietly there all the time.

"Murat ? Bhai? Please you trust me na ? Please you trust your little sister right? You believe me right? Please explain to baba." I joined my both palms together and asked murat with non stop tears

And I saw two tears roll down from his eyes he hold my shoulder and nodded.

"Ayesha I truly trust you and I-" murat was about to say but my phone rang.

I looked for my phone which was placed near the sofa on which baba was seated my phone fell from my bag.

I was so disturbed I didn't cared to look who it is and why it won't stopped buzzing.

I turned to murat again "Bhai please I -" I was cut off again by my phone ringing and this time baba took my phone and his grip tightened on my phone then he showed me the screen which said,

IMRAN 💗

No no imran wrong timing.

"See it for yourself hira your daughter's lover is calling her now do you want any other proves?" baba said picked the call,

"Hello hello? Ayesha are you there? I am so sorry I couldn't do anything for you I promise I will sort this all for you please give me a chance you trust me right Ayesha please trust me I-"

"So you don't have any shame right? Huh? First you had guts to manipulate my daughter in bad deeds with you, and now you are having the audacity to ask for a explanation! Listen you what's your name you imran never ever try to contact ayesha again! Do you get that?"

With that baba cut the call and threw my phone.

"So now hira and murat you have some explanation left for this girl? No right? so now I have taken the decision!" Baba declared looking at mom.

"What decision Humza?" My mom demanded.

"For ayesha and what to do with her."

"Baba please don't take any decision now you are angry please don't take a decision which you will regret in future please baba." Murat said cautiously.

"The decision is already taken murat."

With that he picked the landline and dialed a number I grabbed Murat's arm in fear and pleaded him to stop it.

"Hello salam." baba said to the person who was on other side of the line.

"Yes aapa you asked for my answer right its a Yes from ayesha she is ready for it." I stood there rooted in my spot. unknown from the situation.

"Yes yes next month is perfect! Oh yes congratulations to you to .... yes you can come here anytime." Baba cut the phone and turned towards me.

No please dont tell me its that what I think no ! Baba can't do this right?

"Congratulations Hira you're daughter is going to get married next month to Farhan!"

I felt my heart drop to my stomach for the second time today, my breathing completely stopped. No this couldn't be happening with me. No no.

"No Humza! you can't do this you said this morning that without Ayesha's consent you won't do anything related to her marraige then what is this?" Mom told dad angrily with bewildered expressions.

I wiped my tears and went to baba,

"No baba please don't do this, you ask me anything I will do it for you, please don't do this, I don't want to get married please baba!" I kneeled infront of him and pleaded.

"You tell me to leave my university I will leave but please don't do this baba please. I don't want to get married please Baba don't do this." I pleaded touching his knees.

"Leave me, you will do as I say or get out of this house," baba said pushing me off, making me stumble back.

"If you would've done this in our homeland my mother would've directly told me shoot you," he gritted out glaring at me in distaste.

My head started spinning I stood up, "Baba please forgive me, I will stop going to university too, please don't do this please," I sobbed pleading to him.

"Baba khuda ka wasta ye ziyakte na kare Ayesha ke sath, woh aise nahi hai! Aap uske sath itna bada zulm nahi karsakte."

[Baba please don't do this with Ayesha. She is not like this, you can't be this cruel.] Murat stood beside me.

"Sahi keh raha hai Murat! Humza ye toh socho ke jo faisla tum ana ke badle kar rahe hoo, woh tumhari Beti ke zindagi ka maumla hai! Aise faisle gusse mai nahi liye jaate. Kuch toh socho." [ Murat is right! Think about it Humza, the decision you are taking in spite of your ego is of your own daughter's life. These decisions aren't taken like this. Think about it.] Mom stood on the other side of me.

I kneeled In front of my baba again, touching his leg I say, "Maine aapni zindagi mai aapse kuch nahi manga Baba, bas aaj pehli aur aakhri baar mang rahi hoo, mai aapse meri zindagi ki azadi mangti hoo. Itna bada faisla na lein, aapko Allah ka wasta. Rahem karde Baba, Rahem."

[ I haven't asked anything from you all my life, just for the first and last time I am asking something, I am asking you my free right. For god's sake don't do this please. Have mercy baba, mercy.] I rested my head on his knee and begged him.

"Your daughter is kneeling in front of you Humza. Please have some mercy." Mom cried gripping his arm.

"Zulm? Azadi? Reham? Reham karo mai tum per?" [ Torture, freedom, mercy, I should have mercy on you?] Baba asked coldly grabbing my shoulders and making me stand along with him.

"You won't agree like this right? Wait." He pushed me aside and mom catch me by my shoulders.

Baba walked angrily towards his bedroom and we all ran behind him frantically, reaching my parents room I found baba something from his drawer and my heart stopped beating when he took out a pistol from his drawer.

"I will finish you here, you disown my family's honour I will kill you only. You wanted freedom right? Here take it." baba said charging towards me.

"BABA!" murat ran towards baba and hold him back with all his force.

"Humza tumhara dimag kharab hogaya hai kya? Aapni beti ko jaan se mardoge?"

[humza have you gone insane? Are you going to kill your daughter?] my mom sobbed holding me closer to her.

"Ha ha mardoga, Aisi Aulad ko paida hote hi mardena chahiye."

[yes yes I will kill her, daughter like her should be killed immediately after they are born!] Baba yelled trying to push murat. I sobbed clutching my chest, the pain was unbearable.

"Baba please calm down leave that gun please," Murat said holding him back and I stood sobbing at my spot.

"Balki Ise kyu mai khud hi marjata ho!"

[Actually why her? I should kill myself insted] baba said suddenly pushing murat off and pointing the pistol at his temple instead. If it wasn't enough I felt my stomach drop again.

"BABA!" I screamed in horror.

"HUMZA!" We all let out a horrified scream.

"Waise bhi aisi Aulaad ke sath jeene se acha mai khud hi marjao taki mujhe iski shakal hi na dekhne padhe!" Baba cried

[instead of having a daughter like her I should die, so that I don't have to see her face,] my heart broke seeing my baba like this because of me, what did I do really.

If he does something to himself I wouldn't be able to forgive myself ever. No I have to stop him. At any cost.

"Baba please put the pistol down you can get hurt." Murat cried trying to walk towards baba.

"Humza what are you doing! Put the gun down please." mom sobbed helplessly.

"No hira let me die, so that this daughter of you can understand what she did."baba said pushing his pistol more on his temple.

Before he could say anything I dashed towards him kneeled down and hugged his knees.

"No no baba please I will do what you say, nothing is more important to me than you please, I will do this marriage, please baba put the gun down, I am sorry. Mujhe koi Azadi nahi chahiye. Mujhe mere baba chahiye, aur kuch nahi, aur kuch nahi." [ I don't want any freedom, I just want my baba, nothing else, nothing else.] I sobbed hugging his knees defeating in my war.

I sat there sobbing for a while until he pushed me away, I looked up and saw Murat snatched pistol from his hand and mom was crying holding his arm.

"I said and now this is my only decision."Baba breathed heavily as mom made him sit on the bed, leaving me sobbing on the floor.

"Take her away from my eyes. Take her away Hira or I swear I will kill her. Tell her to get lost." Baba yelled, there wasn't anything left in me break more, hurt more, everything was done.

Mom kneeled in front of me and hugged me saying,

"I am so sorry mera bacha," she sobbed cupping my face and went to sit beside baba trying to calm him.

"Ayesha?" Murat shook my shoulder, I am getting married, so why am I not happy? why was I crying why was i not happy it's my marriage ? right I should be happy right?

Murat took me to my room and I was still a sobbing mess while he made me sat on my bed and said.

"Murat why did you not stop baba?" I ask him, one last desperate hope.

"I tried Ayesha. You think I won't? I saw him with you and I know you were denying for something, I saw it from where I was standing near Baba's car, I thought before Baba could notice I could go put all the blame on Imran, not very ideal but that's what came to me to save you." He explains.

"I should've told you before that baba was going to pick you up today, it's kind of my fault too." He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"It's not your fault, because of me you had to leave your meeting." I whisper.

"No you didn't, the call I got before I left, how I wished I never attended it. It was to inform that my internship report meeting was postponed."

"You don't really think this is my fault?" I whispered helplessly holding into the thin rope of self assurance.

"Of course not. Baba has a complete misunderstanding and now he made this decision.." he sighs.

A bitter laugh escapes from me,

"Congratulations, your sister is getting married. Aren't you happy now?"

"Ayesha. Please don't.." he sighs keeping a hand on my shoulder.

"Everything will be fine." He sighs solemnly and left my room.

Will it be really? The question hung heavily in the air.

I looked myself in the mirror my eyes were swollen and red from continuous crying and my cheeks had endless tear stains, my lips were dry and cracked burning every-time a tear crosses it.

Today I was wearing my favourite rose gold dress and scarf which, I considered  as my lucky charm whenever I have worn this my day would be the luckiest day and today was supposed to be my best day not my worst day then what happened today?

Lucky charms were supposed to work, why didn't they today?

Why my life has taken sudden change? why I was more surprised because I was not crying anymore nor I was happy did I wanted all this to happened ? No right then why?

My eyes went to my study table, wiping my tears I went to the table and opened the last drawer, and lifted the cardboard and took out the envelopes which contained letters, the one  I'd written a long time ago, to give it my husband, my love. Now the question is, Will I be able to give this anymore?

The white chiffon curtains hung upon the windows flowed, as strong winds gushed through the silent night sky. There was no moon today, the sky was dark, blank just like my heart. It was like the universe was mourning for the life which I am about to lose.

Will I ever be able to recover from this pain? I asked silently to my Allah, looking at the dark sky. A gush of wind passed through the window, making the note, which was struck on the rim of mirror fly in the air and make it fall on my lap.

It was my daily quote which I write to myself every morning, I don't know what possessed me to write this,

Kismat/ Fate:

When it is all finished, you will discover, it was never random.

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A/N:-

Don't mind Baba is just in sed boi hours.😪

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