||•Ahad & Amal•||

میں اودے بین آدھا اللہ

میں اودے بین کلّٰہَ اللہ

وہی میرا آسماں, وہی ہے زمین۔

(Oh Lord, I'm Incomplete Without Him

Oh Lord, I'm lonely without Him

He's My sky, He's My Land.)

Lights are bursting through the whole Mansion. The mansion is looking like bride. Adorned with beautiful roses and fairy lights. Sweet fragrance of itr making the whole Mansion complete.

People are admiring the whole Mansion with Awe and Envy and their eyes. Whole Bhopal is glistening with Happiness. After all its the wedding of Its most Beloved Nawab.

The Nawab who is soon going to run for the Elections. The one and only Ahad Ali Khan. Beloved and only child of Gaffar Ali Khan and Ruhi begum. The jewel of Everyone's Eyes. The Sartaj of Amal Wahab.

"Amal bete yahan kyun kadhi ho akeli? Tumhe pata hai na aaj Chote Nawab ka Nikah hai. Jaldi karo Mehman aa chuke hai. Chalo shabsh."

(Why are you standing here alone? You know na today is Chote Nawab's wedding. Hurry up, Guests are here. Be quick.")

"Abba I'm coming you go. I'll be quick promise."

"Okay. my child."

Amal's father Wahab Looked at her daughter with warmth and love. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. His little daughter is all grown up. He is a single father. Brought up her all alone. Amal's mother left them when she was just a year old. He placed a hand on her hair adoringly. And left to do the preparations.

Amal was looking at herself in the mirror. And cursing herself for falling in love with a man who is not man enough to claim her as His Infront of the world. She put a deep shade of red lipstick on her lips. She was looking like a Siren in her all black Anarkali.

She quickly left her room to attend the Destruction of her life. She reached on the threshold of the big illuminated room that is now filled with a lot of people and their gasps. In the middle a beautiful stage was made up and a curtain was drew between the Bride and Groom.

"Ahad ali Khan wald Gaffar Ali Khan kya aapko Maham Riaz wald Muhammad Riaz kya aapne Nikah mein Qubool hai."

(Ahad Ali khan s/o Gaffar Ali Khan would you accept Maham Riaz d/o Muhammad Riaz as your lawfully wedded wife.)

Ahad held his breath and looked around. His eyes met with the bloodshot eyes of Amal. Amal's eyes was pleading him to say No. Her whole being is screaming but her mouth is stilled with the pain her heart is facing.

"Qubool hai."

(I do)

"Qubool hai."

"Qubool hai."

He huffed a breath and sealed His, Amal and Maham's fate. He's eyes still trained on the Black haired beauty. People started chanting and started circling around him. He lost his sight and Amal disappeared like a blow of wind.

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Amal was sitting on her bed her hairs wide open and eyes dried of every tear that fell from her heart. How could he do this to her? Her whole body was numbing with pain. She laid her head on the pillow just then her door opened with a little Creek sound.

Ahad entered her room. He looked at her. He always looks only at her. Her long shinny black hair resting on her hipbone. A beautiful mole resting on her plump lips. Her beautiful heart shaped face adorned with that sharp nose and two beautiful almond brown eyes that always looks so deep with chaos in them.

"Aap yahan kya kar rahe hai? Aapki biwi aapka wait kar rahi hogi. Jaaye yahan se."

(What are you doing here? Your wife must be waiting for you. Please leave.)

Amal's mocking tone didn't go unnoticed by Ahad. He closed the door silently. He took predatory steps towards her and catched her in his arms. One hand resting on Amal's waist and the other holding her chin.

"Biwi? Huh. Mein toh apni biwi ke pass hi hun. Haan shayad tum bhul gayi ho ki mein tumhara shohar hun. Isliye mere mana karne ke bawajood tum aaj bina pardah kiye bahar aagyi thi. Pata bhi hai kaise dekh rahe the sab tumhe jaise koi tawaif ho. Ainda mere hukoom ki nafarmani mat karna."

(Wife? Huh. I'm here with my wife. But i think you've forget that I'm your husband. Thats why you came there without covering yourself. Do you know how those people are looking at you like you're some slut. Do not disobey me ever again.)

His voice is low and husky. But the threat in his voice didn't go unnoticed by Amal. She knew he didn't like when she goes Infront Of other men without covering her head. She knew how much possessive he's about her.

"Mera pardah na karna aapko itna bura lag gya. Aapne toh mujh par sautan la di. Mujhe toh phir aapko maar daal na Chahiye. Haan? Bole? Ab alfaaz khatam ho gaye?"

(Just because i didn't covered my head you're behaving so furiously. You've married another woman even though you're my husband. What should i do then? Should i kill you? Say something? Or you don't have any words left?)

Ahad literally had no words left. He knew what he was doing but still he go through it. Hurting that person whom he loves the most. He didn't had any energy left to explain himself to her. So he did what they both needed at that time.

He crashed her lips on her resisting one. Amal was trying to get herself free from his hold. But his demanding kiss is not letting her do that. She gave in to his desires after all he is her husband. And she is no one to deny him his rights.

He took of her dupatta and started kissing on her neck leaving a trail of his touch. Her whole body is looking like a magnam under the scrutiny of moonlight. He started unbuttoning his Sherwani. His eyes trained on her. Giving her a look of hypnotism. After all he is hypnotised by her.

Ahad laid her down on the bed. He was hovering above her living a trail of kisses on her enchanting body. She is a seductress but only for him. He smiled at her blushed face. Three years and she's still so shy Infront of him. He slowly slid strands of her hair from her face and kissed on her forehead. Asking for her permission to go further. She flustered her lashes in a silent yes.

Their bodies were syncing in a rhythm that was only known by them. Heavy panting and moans was creating a tornado in the silent room. He loved her till the first ray of Sun come up.

His sleep was disturbed when he heard a knock on the door. He was startled who could be knocking at Amal's door at this time. He looked at Amal who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. Her hairs were sprawled on his naked chest. He didn't wants to wake her up. But he had to.... because nobody knows that Amal is his.

"Amal. Wake-up. Jaan. Wake-up. Somebody is knocking."

Ahad lightly tapped her head and Amal got up. Looking at him with love but his words destroyed that emotion in just snap of time.

She hurriedly dressed herself up and opened the door thinking who must be coming at this hour.

She opened the door and her eyes shot up to her brows. Seeing an angry looking woman. Who was standing in her bride attire.

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