Rawaiyon Ki Takleef Jab Rooh
Mein Utar Jaye To,
Alfaaz Uska Mudawaa Nahi
Kar Sakte...

MARIYAM NOOR KHAN'S POV

Holding the glass pitcher in my hand I stroded towards the kitchen area to fill it up, so that it will be easy for me to lock myself my assigned room. I don't want to face anyone. I am too drained and tired to even talk with anyone.

“Hey! You.”

But it looks like the fate has planned something else as I heard someone's voice and unfortunately I am forced to turn towards the direction of the voice.

The owner of the voice is none other than zareen’s mother. Looks like I have landed myself in trouble but what can I do, that's what I am doing these days.

But that's okay. This trouble is only for one more day.

Taking a long breath, I walked towards her, my eyes fell upon her companions, one of whom was gazing me like some kind of serial killer, others looked like they were judging me but ignored them and walked towards chachi who was smirking looking towards my direction.

Trouble for sure.

“Go and bring refreshments from the kitchen.”

Here we go.

“Okay.” giving her a small nod I walk towards the kitchen area, gathering the refreshments the helper handed me with, walking back towards the living room, hearing the same weird aunty inquiring about me from Zareen’s mother.

“Who is she Shireen ? We haven't seen her here...” Her gaze raked through my whole form with strange look shining inside her eyes, making me feel hell uncomfortable.

“Don't bother about here. She is a mere servant, nothing else.” dissmissing that aunty she answered,  challenging me to deny, but I kept my silence not wanting to argue with her.

“Oh!! I thought maybe Musa married-”

No ways.

No chance.

Not that I want to. I would never marry him. Never. He is a bipolar man and I am scared of him.

We both are poles apart. Just like sky and earth. We can never meet.

Smiling at those bizarre thoughts of aunty I braced myself for chachi’s taunts but nothing came in my way, instead she averted her gaze towards her friend not liking the way she associated me with Mr. Kirmani. “How can you think like that Mrs. Salman ? Itne bure din nahi aaye hai Musa ke wo isse nikaah kare. He will only marry my Zareen.”

Of course he'll not marry a person like me who he clearly dislike but he won't marry Zareen as well. Or maybe he will. Afterall she is his family.

“Offo!! Shireen tum inta bura kyu maan rahi ho. Maine to sirf bola hai.... look at her she is so beauti-” justifying herself Mrs. Salman, gave a very fake smile to chachi, eying me again, making me want to laugh out loud.

God these people are so fake.

“Why are you both fighting because of a servant girl ?” this time the other lady spoke putting end to their argument and then I saw chachi turning towards my direction, glaring at me as if I am responsible for whatever happened, and channelled it  towards the hate she had for me in the tone of her voice “She is right. Let it be. Please have something.... Why are you standing here ? Serve tea to us.”

The tone of her's was so harsh that it made me flinch. Tears of humiliation filled my eyes but I gulped them down and took hold of cups, taking deep breaths to calm my heart. I have never felt so insulted but I can't do anything. I have been at their mercy and my tongue is tied. I can't insult her when her family had protected me, gave me a roof in my tough time. My father had always taught me to fight for myself but today I am so helpless that I can't even-

Leave it Mariyam. Only one day and you are free.

Dismissing the depressing thoughts I balanced the tray in my hand, and walked towards chachi when I felt a push on my leg disbalancing my whole form making me fall down.

“Ahhh!” Unfortunately the hot tea spilled on my right wrist, making it hurt so bad. The area had started to form a blister, making my whole hand throb with pain.

Hearing the commotion a maid quickly rushed to help me, when I felt chachi hauling me up, holding my arms which were earlier bruised by Mr.Kirmani. “What did you do pathetic girl ? Those cups were so expensive....” She screamed loudly, her hand ready to slap me when I felt getting pulled away.

I was stunned.

And shocked.

That woman purposely pushed me, hurting my wrist. Didn't she had any shame in her ? Does everyone in this house loves being sadistic ? First Zareen, then it was Mr. Kirmani and now chachi. How can human beings too cruel ?

Baba was right. People are too cruel. They are like vultures, ready to gnaw you, ready to destroy you.

Ya Allah have some mercy on me. Reunite me with my loved ones. I am not able to take this torture anymore. This is too much.

“Are you fine appi ? Is it hurting too much ?” taking a hold of my hand Samaira inspected it, hissing looking at the condition but I am numb, watching Samiya chachi smirking like a sadist person watching me in pain.

Watching my gaze fixed on chachi, Samaira to marched towards her and shouted, the veins of her forehead poking out in anger. “Why did you do that chachi ?”

“Why are you so concerned Samaira ? She is just a servant-” dissmissing Samaira with a flick of her hand she again called me a servant, making me close my eyes, not wanting to cry in front of her.

I am not a servant. Yes, definitely a charity case but not a servant. And what if I was ? It didn't gave her permission to insult or hurt me.
Servants too are human beings and it doesn't give her any right to punish me or anyone else just because she is rich.

“SHE.IS.NOT.” defending me Samaira squeezed my wounded shoulder unknowingly, making me bit my lips concealing the painful sob watching her warn her chachi, glaring, warning her not to speak more when we heard Mrs. Salman speaking again, giving an unpleasant look to chachi, angry with her for lying. 

“But Shireen said....Let it be. I want her for my son Rahil. She is so beautiful. They both will look so good together-” her words made me so uncomfortable. Now I understood why she was eying me with so much of interest. Not liking the way she was literally ogling me I tried hiding myself behind Samaira who rolled her eyes at Mrs. Salman glaring at her to back off.

“She is not going to marry your brat of a son aunty. So it's better you ward off your evil eyes from her.”

What an angel that girl is. I am seriously thankful to her for saving me. She is just behaving like my baba who always protected me from evil.

“Haye!! Samiya ye ladki to pehle se zyada batameez ho gayi hai. Chalo ek insaan ki surat achi nahi hoti par seerat'an to acha ho sakta hai. Par nahi ye to dono maamlo mein hi-” not liking the way Samaira answered her, Mrs. Salman gave her a slight push, making her falter on her steps, taunting her on her brown skin tone, catching her off guard. I guess she hit her sore spot as I can see her sighing painfully closing her eyes, lips wobbling with intensity of their vile words.“Shai keh rahi ho bilkul. Pata nahi wo kaun badnaseeb hoga jisko ye milegi-” the other woman joined Mrs. Salman, making me see red.

How dare they ?

How dare they stand on her property and insult her ?

They have no right to say those things to her, nobody has the right to. She is beautiful the way she is.

Poisonous people they are.

But what angered me the most is not those two aunties bashing Samaira for nothing but her chachi who is standing there quietly, nodding her head throwing disgusting looks towards Samaira's, agreeing with her venomous friends.

“STOP!! Don't you have shame aunty ?
They are insulting your neice and you are here standing quietly.” trying to put some sense into chachi I spoke softly, turning my gaze towards Samaira who was weeping quietly but instead I heard her pointing a finger at me warning me to shut up. “Shut up!”

“Its okay if you are insulting me but I won't tolerate if people bad mouth her. They don't have any right to stand here and speak nonsense about her in her own house.” my heart burned when those pathetic people insulted Aira. And that's when I took hold of their hands, ignoring my burning wrist, ordering them to leave.

Enough of the nonsense.

“GET OUT OF HERE!!” pointing towards the door I waited for them to step out of the house but those shameless ladies turned towards Shireen chachi who followed us to the porch area, asking her to take some action against me but I was angry enough to throw them out myself, without waiting for chachi “Shireen-”

“GET.OUT! And don't bother to come here back again.”

"Mannerless girl." Embarrassed, they threw a nasty look towards me calling me shameless but I don't care. I am too bother for Samaira to ponder over their stupid comments.

Walking back inside the mansion, I looked towards Samaira's direction who was smiling with tears in her eyes but before I could go and embrace her, I was pulled back by Chachi who had now seemed to retain her senses and held my injured wrist, making me hiss loudly in pain.“How dare you insult me infront of my friends ?”

“I was only-” pushing her back I snatched my hand from her hold, when I saw her wailing loudly, shocking me seeing her actions.

What is wrong with her ?

“Musa!! Acha ho gaya tum aa gaye.”

Sobbing hard she wiped her tears clutching herself onto Mr. Kirmani’s jacket, which made him pull her away immediately, clearly not liking the way she was getting all clingy.

(It's good that you are here Musa.)

Finding the situation funny, I smiled a little but immediately cleared my throat finding chachi turning to look at me, making me fall under Mr. Kirmani’s scrutiny as well.“Chachi kya ho gaya aapko ?” feeling genuinely concerned he asked his aunt who was continuously glaring at me, managing to continue her drama as well.

(What happened ?)

I swear both mother and daughter duo could win an Oscar for their brilliant acting.

Taking deep breaths I braced myself to hear another set of baseless allegations from chachi which she did after wiping her fake tears from her eyes, making Samaira snicker at the other end. “This girl insulted me in front of my friends. And threw them out of the house as well.”

Samaira who was standing beside me opened her mouth to speak but before she could do that we found Mr. Kirmani walking towards our direction, charged up badly looking like a beast. His expressions scared me and I took two steps back hearing Samaira trying to stop him but he stopped her, turning softly towards her direction ordering her not to speak. “Aira beta aap chup rahiye bhaai baat kar rahe haina ?”

I was so stunned to hear him speaking so gently. The love he had for his sister tamed his inner demon but it didn't stopped him from hauling up my whole form towards his direction, making me land on his chest, making me gasp with the proximity.

Why does this man loves pushing and pulling me ?

Does he not know his boundaries or does he loves intimidating me by making me feel hell uncomfortable ?

But one thing is for sure. He doesn't have any shame-

“Did you really do that ?”  breaking me out of my thoughts he voiced out calmly, differing to the strom brewing inside his eyes which was ready to drown me, consume me with its power.

But I wasn't wrong. And this time he has to believe me. Samaira saw what happened and she'll testify my truth.

“Yes! I did but.....” replying him with all my honestly, I tried pulling off his hold but he tightened it more, making me put my hands on his chest, making my best efforts to get out of his hold when my eyes landed upon chachi jaan who was glaring at me but I ignored her and focused myself to get out his hold without letting him hurt me more.

My answer took his anger to heights as I saw his forehead vein ticking, his eyes turning red, screaming at me for hurting his chachi. “Tum apne aap ko samajhti kya ho Mariyam ? Who gave you the authority to insult chachi and her friends ?”

(What does you think of yourself Mariyam ?)

Is he mad ? He has not even let me finish my sentence and has decided that i am wrong.

Well if he thinks I am wrong then so be it. I don't care, I have given him enough chances to hurt me but I won't let chachi go so easily. I would expose her for daring to hurt Samaira.

“BOLO!” He pinched my side, taking hold of my nape, pulling me closer than ever. Samaira tried pulling him off me but I myself pushed him back with all my strength, glaring him as well as chachi who had now started to squirm, fearing getting exposed.“YES! I insulted them and they totally deserved it. I won't hesitate to insult them again if they speak nonsense.” I replied him back watching him see red marching back towards my direction.

“SHUT UP! Stop speaking rubbish Mariyam. You have no right to insult my family. No fucking right. You are just a stranger... Tum yaha isilye ho kyuki tumhe yaha main laya tha. Yaad rakho agar main yaha la sakta hu to nikaal-” Spitting out the truth of his mercy, he again took a hold my bruised arms in his strong hold watching me break in front of him.

A lone tear leaked out of my eye hearing him, slapping my face with the reality.

I felt hurt.

But why ?

Why did it hurt so much when he said that ? Why I am I drowning in sorrow hearing him speak nothing but absolute truth.

Because you have got emotionally attached with him Mariyam. And that gave him power to hurt you. You expect him to protect you just like he did that day, you expected him to be with you just like he promised but clearly it was all fake. And now when it's all over you are hurt.

“Bhaai!!” Samaira being the sweetheart she she was, tried stopping him watching me getting hurt with his words but I stopped her.

“Let him speak Samaira. Don't stop him from saying anything.” giving her a small painful smile I turned towards him who seemed to have got speechless, realising something and was now looking inside my eyes, without blinking, making me feel vulnerable and exposed to him.

Controlling the tremors of emotions I was feeling, I sighed audibly and looked inside his honey brown orbs, my voice coming out low and soft, feeling drained with the turn of events that took place today. “If you want to throw me out of here then please do. I had anyways decided to go from here tommorow.... but before that please forsee how your sister is treated here in your absence.”

He froze, looking like someone just stabbed his heart. For a second I thought he forgot to breathe, as he turned pale with my words but he immediately composed himself and looked at me, his eyes screaming out some kind of pain, he had went through.

“What do you mean ?” His voice came out low, as he looked towards his chachi for answers but she immediately looked down, not meeting eyes with him, making him turn towards me again like a confused, lost puppy.

His question me me laugh out loudly ? Why is he asking me something when he doesn't even believe me ? The man is crazy for sure.

“Ask your dearest chachi jaan because I know you'll believe a family member, not a mere stranger.” mocking him, I pushed him away lightly on his chest and he too left me without any protest, watching his sister who had now carefully took hold of my scalded hand, ignoring his presence.“Leave them Appi. Come I'll dress your wound.”

“Aira....” turning towards Samaira’s direction he held her hand trying best to stop her watching the hurtful look in her eyes, but instead she jerked his hand and replied him harshly making him close his eyes in pain.

“NO! Spend some precious time with your dearest chachi, bhaiyu.” giving a hurtful look to him, she again took a holf of my free hand, leading us towards the allotted room of mine.

Quietly, I made myself comfortable on the sofa wiping my tears watching Samaira pull out the first aid box from the side drawer, asking me to remove my mother's ring which I was wearing.

“Please take it out.”

After I was done, she held my scalded hand and silently applied ointment on it. Her silence was something I wasn't able to take in. I think she is hurt. And why should she not when her own brother failed to notice pain in her eyes. Their aunt literally bullied poor soul-

“Were you serious when you said you are leaving ?”

Her question caught me off guard. I thought she was sad for the way her brother behaved with her, but here she is sad about me going from here. But I can't stay here. I have to go.

For myself.

For my sanity.

“Of course I am Samaira. I can't stay here for so long. I am just a stranger for you all, especially the one who cannot be trusted just like your bhaai said.” I wasn't able to look in her eyes but at the same time I wasn't able to stop myself from spitting out the bitter words he threw upon me.

But he is right.

I am no one, but a mere stranger.

"Aisa mat bolein appi. Bhaiyu gusse mein the-" she gasped painfully, trying to cover her brother's cruelty, but I can't stop her taking his side on my own.

(Don't say that appi. Bhaiyu was angry-)

I can't blame him. And I don't blame him at all. But atleast he could have believed his sister, if not a stranger like me. He should have given her a chance to speak.

But I can't say this to her. She is too pure too be broken by the reality of my words. I don't want to hurt her when she has been the sole reason of my sanity in this big house.

“Of course he was angry. And people speak truth when they are angry but I don't blame him. He is right. He gave me shelter when he didn't even knew about me but I can't stay here now....”
My voice cracked at the end, feeling sad thinking about my last moments with Samaira and amma bi. It's too painful for me to leave them. They have become too close to my heart that the mere thought of not seeing them again pains me but I am helpless.

I have to leave.

I can't give him more reasons to punish me, to humiliate me. I would lose myself if-

“No! I won't let you leave. You can't go from here.” I was taken aback when I felt Samaira clutching onto me, sobbing hard. She was behaving like Leila, clutching onto me like a little monkey.

Ya Allah. Please make her stop crying. She is making it difficult for me to keep my emotions to myself. I would break if she continues to cry like this.

“Samaira please-” rubbing her back, I patted her hair, doing my best to make her stop crying, while stopping down my own tears watching her break down in front of me when I heard her hoarse voice, breaking my heart all over with her words

“You know you’re the only one who stood up for me against chachi after Kabir bhaai.... She and Zareen appi always taunts me...for my brown skin tone.” looking up she confessed and held my free hand, pleading me to stop with her red, glossy eyes.

What!!

How can they both be insensitive ? And what about the other family members ? Don't they know how Samaira is treated in her own house ? What about Mr. Kirmani who loves her to death ? I can't believe they bully her so freely-

“Chachi is a good actress. She never taunts me directly but she does make fun of me in bhaiyu’s absence. You know no matter how much I try her words always gets me, pierce my heart.” a distant look is what I see in her eyes. Questions full of doubts, regarding her own self.

I want to ask about other family members outlook on this regard but right now that is not my concern. Right now my concern is Samaira.

I just want to make her feel happy. I don't want her to ponder about other's words just like I did. I want her to know how beautiful she is both inside and outside.

I want her to know that her her life partner would be lucky to have a gem like her. Yes, she is a gem.

“You are beautiful Samaira. Trust me you are.” patting her cheeks I confessed truthfully, the topic of my exit long forgotten.

Thank god. Because I don't know how would I have convinced her without hurting her because that's the last thing I want to do.

“No I am not....You are so beautiful. I wish I was like you.”

Her voice was full of sadness, holding lots of insecurities about herself, just like me. We both are alike in same aspects. She is taunted for her golden brown tone whereas me, for my short height, to my chubby cheeks.

I wasn’t insecure about myself, society made me, my relatives made me concious of my own self. They want perfection, beauty even when the epitome of beauty moon, is imperfect itself.

"You are beautiful as well Samaira-"

She is beautiful, I swear she is. With the almond shaped honey like orbs, jet black hair, and the sweet dusky tone of her skin, I swear she looked beautiful but she isn't ready to understand it.  I guess words of society are too deep rooted inside her. But that won't make me stop myself from encouraging her. She is beautiful both outside and inside.

"No, appi I am not. That aunty she-"

A lone tear leaked out of her eye and she wasn't able to continue, it was too painful for me to watch her. She looks just like me. My younger version.

“You are a gem, Samaira. A gem who is too precious to dulled by the world’s darkness. Don't let anyone dull the sparkle you have within yourself. Shine...because that's what you do. Shine because that's what you are made for.”

She smiled.

It's wasn't an ordinary smile but a smile filled with shine of the whole world and I am glad I was able to lift her spirits and make her smile.

"Thank you ap-"

She was about to answer when the door opened with a loud thud and with it entered the intimidating Kirmani. He was holding a cold look, making me shiver on my place.

Thank god Samaira had wiped her tears otherwise I don't know what he would had accused me off this time. Not that I really care about his baseless accusations.

Lost in my thoughts I felt Samaira shaking my shoulder only to point towards her scary brother. He was looking at me with a pointed look.

Ya Allah save me from the wrath of this man. Just one day, that's all. Then I'll be free from him and his angry self.

"I want to talk with you. Samaira beta can you please leave us alone for few minutes ?"

His voice came out cold and intimidating just like he is but that's only for me, for his sister his voice became as soft as silk, like he feared she would break with his tone.

“Bhaiyu-”

Throwing a pointed look towards his direction Samaira tried stopping him but I squeezed her hand, giving her a soft smile telling I could handle him which I know I will. I am not scared of him.

Maybe I am but I won't show it to him. I don't want to feed his ego showcasing my fear.

“Okay.”

Nodding slowly towards my direction Samaira left us alone, giving him a long cold glare, but her devil brother continued scanning me under his scrutiny, like I am some kind of a prisoner under his arrest. I don't know what's wrong with him.

Why does he looks at me like I had murdered the love of his life ?

"What do you want to talk about ?"

Mustering all my courage and strength, I gave him the best cold look I could come up with, asking him what he came for. I hope he leaves soon as I am in no mood to talk with anymore. Only Allah knows what is going on his mind right now.

“Get ready-” throwing a stoic look towards my direction he ordered making me smile, stopping him from speaking more.

I know what he wants.

He wants me to leave and that's what he will get. He thought I'll beg him to let me stay here. Sorry boss, I won't. I haven't done anything wrong.

“Okay. I'll leave today-”

Giving him a curt nod I stood up, retrieving the diamond ring of my mother from the side table, ready to leave when I felt him pulling me back, ordering me like he owns me.

“You’re not going anywhere.” his loud voice booms inside the whole room but I don't care. How dare he touch me like this ? He has no right to hold me.

“And who are you to stop me Mr. Kirmani ?” I jerk him back taking him off guard, maintaining distance between us but the next second he again strode towards me with two long steps, hauling me towards himself again.

He had fire in his eyes. A fire which could burn me easily with its intensity. But I won't let that happen. I won't.

What does he thinks of himself ? Is he trying to intimidate me ? He is not my master, nor he is my father who thinks he can order me around. I am not his servant-

“Main tumhara hone wala shauhar hoon Mariyam! So I have every damn right of this whole world to stop you.”

(I am your to be husband Mariyam.)

What!!

Has he gone nuts ?

Is he-

“Nikaah ke liye taiyar ho Jao.”

(Get ready for our marriage.)

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