hina_shiekh

Hartaj was standing on the terrace with his hands fisted. It was cold , but he couldn't care about it. The fire in him wasn't letting him see anything else. 
"Son, go to your room. It's already late ,she must be waiting for you " his mom requested.
"I can't care less about what she wants!! I have married her just because of dad. But I can't forget who she is!!!!!" he said barely containing his anger.

"Don't forget that she is also your wife now. Don't think about her only as the sister of your enemy "she said softly trying to make him understand.

"No! she wont ever be my wife "he said with finality and went downstairs.
His mom sighed in despair. She knew the impulsiveness of her son.She didn't want him to do anything he would regret later.
Hartaj had married for the peace between the families ,she wanted it to work. She prayed for her son's happiness in this relationship . 

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This story is about 3 brothers, their fate and their love. If you want to know more, join the journey

CHAOTIC LOVE

after dinner,hukumyaar went to the lounge area to watch some news. mahrosh went with him. she sat on the other end of the sofa. mahrosh didnt want to watch tv but she didnt know where else to go or what else to do. 


" rabia bi had placed my clothes in your wardrobe" mahrosh said rubbing her hands together nervously.


" hmm good" hukumyaar said taking a look at her, mahrosh relaxed. she was nervous about how would he feel about it. but he seemed okay with it. 


they spent sometime sitting over there.Around 10 pm, hukumyaar got up, when mahrosh didnt proceed to come with him, he held his hand out for her.


" its time to sleep " hukumyaar said, he was tired from all the work he had to do in hospital. 


mahrosh looked at his hand for a few seconds but then placed her hand in his. her cheeks went a bit pink.


after getting ready for bed, they laid down on their sides. hukumyaar dimmed the lights,mahrosh still had a duppata wrapped around her. 


" you should keep the veil on side, it can be harmful to have it wrapped around yourself at night." hukumyaar said trying to make her agree.


mahrosh sat up, going redder, but hukumyaar wasnt able to see it with dimmed lights. 


" i- i have never been without a veil in front of a na mehram( stranger)" she said softly.


hukumyaar took her hand in his, pressing it softly" i am not a stranger( na mehram) for you " he said in a low voice. 


mahrosh lowered her eyes and loosened the dupatta slowly. she was feeling shy, but didnt have any other option. she placed the duppatta on her side and laid down, covering herself with a blanket. 


hukumyaar could feel nervousness radiating from her, he started running a hand through her hair, still keeping the distance between them . 


mahrosh relaxed slowly , she always felt it relaxing whenever someone played with her hair. she soon fell asleep, hukumyaar smiled as he felt her drifting into sleep . 


hartaj had returned to pakistan, he went to visit his parents , he expected to meet his ada's( brother's ) wife but didn't get the chance. he spent two days at home and then returned to quetta because of his classes.it was his last semester, he planned to return home and help his father in their business. 


hartaj's time mostly passed with his friends. sometimes, they allowed the girls to join them for outings, but it was a once in a while scene. 


hartaj didn't like to waste his time on girls, and girls melted seeing his lack of interest. they tried to get his attention all the time. 


tonight also , he was on a party with his friends. alcohol was being served, but it was something hartaj never took , neither his friends were into this. 


they did a lot of wrong things, but drinking or drugs werent something they ever indulged into. even though, it was common in his community.It was his mother's teachings which always stopped him .


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