It was our walima day---- I was sitting on the couch that was on the stage with Zaroon.
The banquet was extraordinarily beautiful. Everything seemed so ethereal. Maybe for others it hadn't felt the same but to me it did, since it was my wedding day.
Zaroon was annoying me as usual, telling me that I should be more respectful to him cause he's older and my husband. I ignored him like always.
"Chalo ab pyaar se aap kaho" he said, looking at everyone.
(Now say lovingly to me)
"Nahi bolongi" I said, looking at him.
(I won't)
I stared at his side profile for a few seconds before looking away. He looked so beautiful from every side. He was hot, no doubt. I'm surprised it took me so long to notice that.
Maybe my hatred for him had blind me that I couldn't see how beautiful my husband was.
"Jannat." Zaroon warned.
"Zaroon." I said, mocking his tone.
A sense of deja vu passed through me. I remembered how I had warned him and he had mocked me, when he kidnapped me in his room that day.
His arm was wrapped around my waist so he pinched my waist making me yelp and jerk.
"Badtameez" I said, and fake smiled at the guests to act as if everything was fine.
(Ill-mannered)
"Kya kaha?" He asked, looking at me warningly.
(What did you say?)
"Joh tum ho." I said.
(What you are)
"Careful Jannat. Aaj tumhe ghar jaake mere kamre mai hi sona hai" Zaroon said.
(Careful Jannat. When you go home you're going to sleep in MY room)
"Tumhari dhamkiyon se darti nahi hoon main~" I sang through gritted teeth as I was smiling.
(I am not afraid of your threats~)
"Jannat, aap bolo." He ordered.
"Zaroon, mai aesa kuch nahi bolongi." I said. If he was stubborn then I was a zillion times more stubborn than him.
(Zaroon, I won't say it.)
"Jannat, bachon jese bartaon mat karo." He said.
(Jannat, don't act like children.)
"Then you should mature up, as well." I said, looking at him.
We kept arguing until our family members started to gather around asking what happend.
"Dadi jaan. Kuch nahi howa bas apka joh yeh pota hai iska dimag kharab hogaya hai." I glared at Zaroon.
(Grandma nothing happened just that t
your grandson has lost his mind)
"Mera dimag kharab hai? Dadi jaan aap khud batain mai isse bara hoon na?" He asked dadi jaan and she nodded
(I have lost my mind? Grandma you tell I am older then her right?)
"Aur kitne saal bara hoon?" He asked again and dadi jaan answered "5 saal."
(And how much years am I older then her?)
(5 years)
"Aur ab mai shohar bhi hoon?" He said and dadi jaan nodded, confusedly but she knew that this was another one of our childish banter.
(And now I am her husband aswell right?)
"Zaroon beta yeh sab toh tumhe khud pata hai ammi se kyun poocha rahe ho. Ab batao bhi ke kyun lar rahe ho tum dono" Tavleen aunty said
(Zaroon you know the answers to these things too why are you asking mom? And now tell us why you both are arguing)
"Ammi isse kahein keh mujhse izzat aur pyaar se sorry bole" Zaroon said and I turned to glare at him.
(Mom tell her to say sorry to me with love and respect)
I laughed, sarcastically before saying "Mai aesa kuch nahi keh rahi" looking away.
(I am saying no such thing.)
"Chalo na, Jannat. Bara hai tumse aur shohar bhi. Sorry kehdo gi toh kuch ho nahi jai ga" My mom said.
(Come on, Jannat. He's older than you and you're husband. If you say sorry nothing will happen.)
"Shohar hai toh kya? Mai bhi biwi hoon. Mujhse bhi tameez se baat kare." I said, crossing my arms.
(So what if he's my husband? I am his wife. He should talk to me respectfully too.)
"Arey, chachi, bohut kuch hojai ga na agar yeh sorry keh degi. Apko pata nahi hai apki beti ki aana kitni bari hai?" Zaroon said, sarcastically.
(Aunty, alot will happen if she says sorry. Don't you know how big your daughter's ego is?)
"Over mat ho, samajh mai aarhi hai!?" I exclaimed, glaring at him.
(Dont be over, understand!?)
"Uff, Jannat, aese zor se baat karogi toh log baatein karenge." Dadi jaan said.
(Jannat, if you talk so loudly then people will talk.)
"Karne dein." I said, rolling my eyes.
(Let them.)
"Jannat, sorry bol do na kya chala jaiga?" My father asked.
(Jannat, say sorry what will happen?)
"Sorry." I said, rudely.
"Nahi aesa sorry nahi chahiye" he said, arrogantly.
(No I don't want a sorry like that)
"Jannat beta bol do na ache se." my father said and I immediately gave in.
(Jannat, say sorry please)
"Mujhe pleaseeee maaf kardein" I said, fakely, clenching my fist.
(Please forgive me)
"Behter" he said and I rolled my eyes at him.
(Better)
I got a notification on my phone and I took it out if my clutch to see.
"Allah!" I yelled getting up from my seat.
"Kya howa, Jannat" dadi jaan asked worriedly.
(What happened, Jannat?)
"Dadi jaan apko yaad hai jab maine apko bataya tha ke maine University of Oxford mai apply kiya hai?" I asked, she confusedly nodded.
(Grandma do you remember when I told you that I applied in University of Oxford?)
"Mujhe admission mil gaya!" I excitedly said and jumped.
(I got in!)
My mom and dadi jaan made a face but Tavleen tayi and Qadir taya seemed happy.
Zaroon pulled me back down on the couch and wrapped an arm around my waist again.
"Itni excited mat ho. Wese bhi tum konsa ja rahi ho waha" Zaroon said.
(Don't get to excited. It's not like you are actually going)
"Kya matlab?" I asked, feeling a punch in my stomach.
(What do you mean?)
"Matlab yeh keh dadi jaan tumhe jaane nahi deingi." He answered.
(Meaning that grandma won't let you go)
"Haina, dadi jaan?" He asked, looking at dadi jaan.
(Right, grandma?)
"Haan" dadi jaan said and I stood up from the couch.
(Right)
"Kyun dadi jaan? Mai kyun nahi ja sakti?" I asked making puppy eyes.
(Why Grandma? Why can't I go?)
"Kyun ke, meri jaan. Ab tumhari shaadi hogai hai. Aur biwiyaan apne shohron ko chor kar duniya ke dosre hisse mai nahi jaati." dadi jaan explained.
(Cause my life you are now married. And wives don't leave their husbands to go to another country across the world)
"Lekin dadi jaan yeh toh mera shaadi se pehle ka khuwab tha agar ab meri shaadi hogai toh mai apna khuwab pura nahi kar sakti?" I asked looking at her with moist eyes.
(But grandma this was my dream before marriage. Now that I am married I can't fulfil my dream?)
"Nahi karsakti. Ab chup kar ke bheto saare mehman dekh rahe hain" my mom said pushing me down on the couch.
(You can't. Now sit quietly the guests are looking)
"Agar tumhari shaadi na bhi howi hoti toh ham itni door na bhejte. Pata bhi hai na kese bure haalat hain duniya mai?" My mom asked.
(Even if you didn't get married we still wouldn't have send you. Don't you know how bad the world problems are?)
I turned to look at Zaroon and he was smirking but not looking at me at all. He seemed so happy to have me stay with him.
But I couldn't be happy at all.
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