Inaya POV
I watched Maharaj's car leaving the parking lot. I still couldn't believe what happened here. I was in my thoughts when tia called me from behind.
"Inaya" tia shouted and ran towards me.
"what?" I replied as she stood infront of me
"you forgot your phone" she handed me my phone which I probably left in changing room
"thanks tia" I gave her a polite smile
"yeah yeah. By the way were those royal guards?" she pointed towards the last car leaving the parking
"yes"
"did they came for you?" she raised her eyebrows
"I think so" I gave her a confusing look
I explained to her what happened and she was shocked as hell. Her expression clearly says that she was scared at same time excited.
"tia, I don't know what to do now"
"girl you just met Maharaj, I couldn't believe this"
"what so great about it"
"seriously Inaya.. It is great, no one can see Maharaj directly even CM has to take appointments to meet him."
"what? how the hell is he busier then CM?" I was shocked from her response
"you know nothing about him do you?. Let me tell you. He is Ahaan Singh Rathore, also known as Maharaj of Jaipur. He is current king of whole Rajasthani empire and youngest billionaire. He comes from richest family of India. They are more powerful then Prime Minister. Although they do not have seat in parliament but their word is more important them PM himself. He even has many illegal businesses that does not concern civilians but is mainly to maintain stability in mafia empire. Some says he is the famous underworld king but there is no proof of that. many Asian and European companies wanted to collaborate. Rathore empire is spread in whole world."
Her words was enough to givee heart attack. Did I just met this much powerful man, more importantly I just messed with him. I instantly regrettedy way of speaking.
"will he kill.me because I save his prisoner."
"as far as I know if he wanted he would have already done it. But you are alive so I guess he let you go"
I sighed in relief before I could say something my driver came. I bid bye to tia and sat inside the car.
As soon as I reached home I walked directly to my room because I don't want to talk to anyone.
Next morning after fresh up I walked down the stairs and saw abbu scolding Ammi. When he saw me he walked towards me, before I could say something a slapped landed on my cheeks.
I couldn't believe my eyes, it was my father who slapped me. I didn't even knew why.
"you have gone crazy now. First you go around talking to men and now you even argued with a royal guard. Don't you have any shame inside. You destroyed my reputation" he shouted at me
I couldn't believe what he said. He only cared about his reputation. He never supports me and today he crossed all his limits. I lost all the remaining respect I had for him.
He kept scolding me and before he could slap me again Chachu came and stopped him.
"bhaisab leave. Jawan larki kon is Tarah se nahi mariya" (don't slap her like this)
"she crossed all her limits, Armaan call Malik and ask them to prepare for marriage. I can't tolerate to see her in my house anymore"
"bhaisab let him see Inaya first"
"send him a picture, and tell them Evey necessary detail, if they agree ask them to immediately take her away"
"Ji bare papa"
Armaan Bhai left with abbu and Chachu. Ammi signaled me to go back to my room. I did so
I lost all my energy to fight. I can no longer stop this marriage I didn't even knew him and was about to get married to him.
Later at night I heared Chachu welcoming some guest in our house. I quietly moved down the stairs and went to kitchen. Ammi was working there.
"ammi" I called her.
"Inaya, why are you here?" she asked
"Ammi who are they?"
"they are your future in-laws, and you are not supposed to come down, leave immediately" she glared at me.
"ammi please I don't want to get married please ammi." I held her arms and pleaded
"you don't have a choice" she pulled her hands back and walked outside
I fell on floor while crying. I couldn't believe my own mother doesn't want me to stay with her. I rested my back on wall brought my knees to my chest and hide my face on my knees.
I cried my heart out there. No one was present everyone was busy, no one was there for me.
I was crying that's when Umrah appi came in.
"Inaya, why are you here like this"
I immediately wiped my tears because I knew she would definitely tell this to her mother.
I stood up and was about to leave when she held my hand.
"I asked you something" she glared at me.
"ammi said I shouldn't be here" I pulled my hands and left the kitchen I was walking towards the stairs when I heared them talking.
"I heared Inaya is doctor, she must have worked hard for this" said someone who was probably my soon to be FIL
"yes she is, but it's not a problem she won't go back to hospital" Chachu replied
"of coarse she won't, what's the need, Malik earns enough to handle their expense and girls should stay in home" he laughed
"you are right" abbu replied
"Malik I hope you think same beta" Chachu asked looking at him
"jii uncle, ammi never left house neither my sister so why should my wife leave. There is no need for that and most importantly womens are supposed to stay at home do household works" Malik replied with a smile.
"correct beta, you are absolutely right, but call me Chachu not uncle." Chachu said giving him a smile
"ji Chachu"
"so shall we fix a date?" soon to be FIL asked
"yes, I believe earliest is better, how about this Sunday?"
"sure we are totally fine"
They all nodded to each other and started talking.
I quitely walked back to my room and instantly got into washroom. I opened all tapes and stood under shower while fully clothed.
I cried like hell. I didn't knew what to do, he is just like my father. He won't let me work and I am getting married in two days. I seriously doesn't want to get married.
I sat on wet floor leaning on glass wall pulling my knees to my chest. Water was dropping on my head and I was crying my heart out. I had lost all hopes. The only thing which came to my mind was to run away.
I immediately got up from floor closed all tapes and changed clothes.
My hair was still wet when I stepped out of washroom. I had made my mind to leave this house no matter what but to. My dismay as I stepped out my father was standing there with arms crossed.
He looked at me and I immediately placed my dubatta on My head.
"you are getting married on Sunday prepare yourself" he was about to leave when he turned around and said. "give me your phone and laptop, you will get it after marriage"
I handed him and he left. I just lost all my hopei can no longer contact anyone, and my family would definitely not going to help me.
My house was guarded by men so I can't even runaway from here.
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For next two days I didn't talked to anyone. Sometimes Bhabhi would come to give me food which I barely eat. I didn't left my room and no one bother to look after me.
Henna artist came and applied mehendi on my hands. They asked for husbands name but I requested them not to write one.
Sunday came and I couldn't sleep whole night. I was scared to death.
I remember I still had a chance to get out of this mess.
During nikah When hafizi would ask for my approval, I can say no. It will definitely stop my marriage but it's after affects would be worse.
Saying no infront of everyone is not easy and even if I do this, our reputation will definitely hit rock bottom. I don't think so I would be able to live peacefully after this.
I was deep in my thoughts when Umrah came inside. She handed me my wedding dress.
"you should feel lucky, you are getting married to such a rich man. He has servants in his house. You don't have to clean their house."
Is she serious, should I marry him just because he has servants. I couldn't believe her. She kept blabbing about him. I got irritated
"why don't you take my place and get married then" words just came out of my mouth.
"I would have definitely did that if I wasn't engaged already." she showed me her finger which had ring on it.
"why are still not ready, makeup artist has came" Samrah Bhabhi came
She signaled Umrah to leave and she left. Bhabhi sat beside me on bed with jewelry boxes in her hand.
"Inaya bacha I know you don't want this, I also don't like how they are treating you but beta I don't have any say in this, Armaan won't listen to me and I can't argue Bare papa"
"you don't have to bhabhi" I didn't looked towards her.
"beta I am really sorry I known how it feels. My father also got me married without my permission. I too had alot of dreams but couldn't bring myself to fight for them. Inaya beta if you still want to work at hospital then do it after marriage. Ask your husband for permission and even if he refuses keep asking. Your father won't interrupt your marriage life"
She gave me what I wanted. She asked me to fight and not stop. She was asking me not to fall weak. Tears came down my eyes and I hugged her tightly. She gently graced my hairs.
After our long hug she helped me get ready. I wore all the jewelry. I got ready and sat at chair. Makeup artist did my makeup.
"honestly speaking, you don't need a single touch. You look absolutely gorgeous. I have never seen a bride as much as beautiful as you" she smiled.
I just smiled at her. She settled her hairs in a small bun.
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I got ready and walked down the stairs with Samrah and Ajiya bhabhi by my side. We walked towards the garden area and I sat on the stage.
People were whispering, there were very few people as I expected. Father didn't want to publicly acknowledge this wedding.
Only mine and his family including our and theirs relatives were present.
"Mashallah, My daughter in law is looking really pretty" a lady came a kissed my forehead.
How the hell she saw my face. I had a ghunghat on my head. Well she can cause my dupatta is made of net.
They talked for a while and then suddenly another girl came.
"ammi let me take pictures with Bhabhi" she said.
"not now beta, after nikah ok"
"OK I guess."
My father walked on the stage and sat beside me and said "if you dare to say no, then you can't image what I will do"
It was definitely a threat. Tears went down my eyes, I tried to control them but they won't stop.
"are Bhabhi Abhi to bidai bhi nahi hui aur aap abhi de ro rahi h", that girl said
I wiped my tears off. That's when that girl insisted ammi to sit beside me. She took a picture of me with both my parents sitting beside me. Abbu didn't wanted to do this but he has no choice as that girl is sister of my future husband and he can't offend my in-laws, at least not until I get married.
As she clicked pictures Imraan Bhai walked on stage and whispered something in Abbu's ears. He immediately stood up and left the place.
I didn't bother to look towards him. As I was surrounded by tons of peoples.
After around 15 mins something happened near the entrance area, as everyone walked there. I was left with Samrah Bhabhi by my side.
Someone was there talking something and my father shouted at my father in-law. I didn't knew what happened. Why would my father suddenly start shouting at that man who he was handling his daughter to.
After a little commotion someone came forward from the crowd. I was looking down at floor when I felt his presence. He walked on stage and I saw his shows. I can tell by those shows that he was definitely not who I expected to be.
Before I could look up, he bend down on his knees in front of me. I shifted my head a little and looked at him. It was Him, it was Maharaj.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Maharaj was sitting in front of me on his knees. That's probably the most unexpected thing I saw. Why is he here.
I thought he might wants to send me to his prison because I saved his prisoner's life but what he said was unexpected.
"Do you want to get married to Malik?" he looked straight to me.
I was looking at him throw my dupatta. I didn't knew what to say. Is he asking for my approval but why???
"Tell my Inaya, Is this marriage happening with your approval. Because as far as I know, they won't let you work after marriage and the girl who without any fear can stand in front of anyone to save someone's life then, she won't let a marriage stop her from performing her duties."
His words got me hard. He understood what I wanted. He did what my family never did for me. With tears in my eyes I shook my head in no.
He got angry with my response. He stood up and walked down the stage.
"Call umair and ask him to take Malik and his father to den and you Mr. Khan we need to talk" he looked at Abbu and walked pass all the crowd. I just stood there in confusion.
Ammi came and helped me got up. I follow her and she took me back to my room. I was in confusion what just happened there.
Samrah and Ajiya Bhabhi including Chachi phuphi and Umrah followed us.
"bari Ammi what happened?" Samrah Bhabhi asked
"marriage is cancelled" ammi replied
"how?" Ajiya Bhabhi asked.
"apparently Malik and his family has a lot of loan from bank and they did some fraud which bhaisab would had to clear out if she got married."
I sighed in relief hearing Chachi's response. But her next words got me back in reality.
"your father was ready to do it but you refused to marry him in front of Maharaj" she gave me a disgusting look.
I couldn't believe her words. How could she blame me for this it's not like I called him here then why? Before I could say something Samrah Bhabhi spoke
"ammi isha didn't did anything wrong. She couldn't lie to Maharaj and why does bare papa has to pay for someone else's fraud."
"he could have done it since we are family but his own daughter is such an idiot. She bought disgrace to FAMILY." ammi's words striked my heart.
"ammi how can you say that for your own daughter. You ready to pay for someone else's work but not ready to look after your own child" I said while my tears fell down my face.
Samrah Bhabhi side hugged me and ammi got shocked hearing my words.
"shut up shameless girl. I should have killed you when you were born." ammi shouted at me.
Chachi held her hand to stop her.
"stop it bhabhi we will talk about this later. First we should go down and see what is going on there." she pulled ammi signaling Umrah to follow them.
They left my room and I fell on ground with tears running down my eyes. Samrah Bhabhi and Ajiya Bhabhi both held me from beside and I placed my head on Samrah Bhabhi's shoulder crying me heart out.
"she was just angry she didn't mean anything" Ajiya Bhabhi caressed my back and tried assuring me.
But I knew she meant every single word. She didn't like me since I was born she always wanted a son but couldn't get one. And I was not like her who would obedient follow others order and forget about my own dream.
I didn't knew when I fell asleep while crying.
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I woke up as I was still on floor in my wedding dress. My head was on Samrah Bhabhi's lap who definitely fell asleep while I was sobbing. Her head rested on bed and her hand was on my shoulders.
As I stood up she also woke up from her sleep.
"are okay now?"
"ji bhabhi"
"change your dress I will go downstairs and see everyone" she stood up from floor.
I walked towards my wardrobe and saw my face in Mirror. My makeup wore off and my eyes were red because of crying.
For few minutes I stood like this and remembered all the events happened today. I still didn't knew why maharaj was here.
I removed my earrings and necklace along with all the heavy jewellery. I was about to change my dress when someone barged in my room. I got up and opened walked towards her.
"what happened Umrah?" I asked
"vo... Vo... Ma...." she was fumbling while speaking. She pointed towards the gait and I looked outside but no one was there.
"what is Umrah?" I asked giving her a glass of water to drink
She drank the water and the stood in front of me holding both my hands tightly.
"Ma... Maharaj wants to marry you"
"wh.. What did you say?" I asked with expression less face.
"He asked for your hand and your father agreed"
Silence...
More silence......
Mooooooorrrrre silence.............
I just stood there with expressionless face. I didn't knew what to say or how to react.
After a long moment of silence I finally realized what happened.
"What? " I shouted scaring Umrah
"why does he wants to marry me and how did father agreed for this.?" I questioned to umrah
"I know nothing all I know is that your father asked me to bring you down as you are getting married right now"
'right now's is she joking or what?
"Umrah if this is a joke then it is a very bad one" I glared a her.
"No it isn't bacha" Samrah Bhabhi spoke while walking in.
"bhabhi? " I raised my eyebrows
"Umrah your ammi is calling you" bhabhi said and Umrah left the room.
"beta all I know right now is that Maharaj talked to your father about something and asked him to let him marry you. I don't know how your father and Chachu agreed for this. He asked for you to come down in 15 minutes and then you will marry him."
Bhabhi said with concerning voice. This is unbelievable I was just about to get married to someone else now my groom changed to Maharaj.
"bhabhi I don't want to marry him or anyone" I pleaded to her.
"beta listen, you no that this time it is Maharaj, even his name brings shivers down my spine. We don't know why he came here or why he wants to marry you. It could be due to you saved his prisoner's life but that can't be the case, If he wanted to punish you there are other ways but getting married is something worthless. So it is clear he doesn't want to punish you. You can see the bright side. Now you aren't getting married to that Malik and maybe maharaj is not like your father."
"and how are you so sure. Most importantly how can I marry a Hindu?"
"I am not its just an assumption. Bacha honestly all I can do right now is assure you I can't stop your marriage neither can help you run away because whole house is surrounded by royal guards. And about his religion I don't know how it will work I never saw an Interfaith marriage but just like you never let religion came in between us your work, do the same with this" she hugged my tightly which I needed alot.
She helped me wear my jewelries back and Gave my face a little touch up with makeup but that couldn't hide my red eyes.
"don't worry bacha everything will turn out well" she assured me which I new is a straight lie.
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I walked down the stairs, this time a red opaque dubatta covered my face properly. Samrah Bhabhi helped me get up on stage and I settled down on one sofa.
I couldn't see anything but I hear his footsteps. Which reached to me. I can feel his presence. Everyone else got up including hafiji.
"janab ijazat h?" hafizi asked
(do I have permission?"
"Jii" Abbu replied first followed by someone else's voice which I definitely didn't recognized
"Jii ji shuru kejea" (yes please start)
Hafizi started reading,
"Bismillahir Rahmanir Rahim.
Hum aaj Allah ke dargah mein jama hain Shahid Khan ki beti Inaya Khan, aur Jai Singh Rathore ke bete Ahaan Singh Rathore ke Itehad ko dekhne aur barkat denay ke liye. Shaadi ek paak rishta hai jo Allah ne mukaddar kiya hai.
ومن آياته أن خلق لكم من أنفسكم أزواجا لتسكنوا إليها وجعل بين قلوبكم مودة ورحمة. إن في ذلك لآيات لقوم يتفكرون"
(Peace be upon you all. We gather here today in the presence of Allah to witness and bless the union of Inaya Khan, daughter of Shahid Khan, and Ahaan Singh Rathore, son of Jai Singh Rathore. Marriage is a sacred bond ordained by Allah
And among His signs is that He created for you mates from among yourselves, that you may dwell in tranquility with them, and He has put love and mercy between your hearts. Verily in that are signs for those who reflect.)
"Ahaan Singh Rathore kya Apko Ye nikah qubool hai?"
(Ahaan Singh Rathore do you agree with this nikah?")
"Qubool hai" Ahaan said
"Inaya Khan kya Apko Ye nikah qubool hai?"
(Inaya khan do you agree with this nikah?)
'I couldn't bring myself to say yes. I didn't knew why but my mind could not think straight. I didn't said anything and tears came down my eyes.'
"Inaya Khan kya Apko Ye nikah qubool hai?"
Hafizi repeated his words but I was in my dilemma. I could feel my carrier going down. I knew if I didn't respond nothing will go right but words got stuck in my mouth.
I felt a heartache that's when I remembered his words.
"Tell my Inaya, Is this marriage happening with your approval. Because as far as I know, they won't let you work after marriage and the girl who without any fear can stand infront of anyone to save someone's life then, she won't let a marriage stop her from performing her duties."
His words came in my mind and I didn't knew how I responded.
"Jii" in a very low voice.
"Inaya beta say loud hafizi can't hear you" abbu said
"Qubool hai" I repeated this time a little loud which was still very weak for him but he heared me.
"Ya Allah, hum dua karte hain ke Inaya Khan aur Ahaan Singh Rathore ke darmiyan yeh milap barkat wala ho. Unhein mohabbat, samajh, aur sabr ata farma. Unke dilon mein rahem aur unke ghar mein khushiyan bhar dena. Unhein tamam mushkilat se mehfooz rakhna aur unhein unke saath mushkilat ko paar karne ki himmat ata farma. Unki shaadi ko barkat de aur unhein hamesha khushi aur kamiyabi ata farmaaye.
Ameen."
(O Allah, we beseech You to bless this union between Inaya Khan and Ahaan Singh Rathore. Grant them love, understanding, and patience in their journey together. May their hearts be filled with compassion, their home with happiness, and their lives with prosperity. Protect them from all trials and grant them strength to overcome challenges together. May Allah bless their marriage and grant them a lifetime of joy and fulfillment.
Ameen)
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