ishq- e - prem

My Begum

Ashlesha's pov

Now a days I m looking like a homeless. A princess looking like a homeless.

My hairs are always tied up in a messy bun with few strands dancing on my face. My face is pale and gone completely white. My lips are dry. My cheeks have gone inside, no pinchy cheeks anymore. My eyes are red and puffy with dark circles under them. My body has become pale.

I don't dress up the way I used to. I m always in a loose t shirt and pajamas. My mangalsutra is encircled around my neck but my  partition is empty now, I don't feel like filling it for a lier.

Lier.

He is a lier, he misued my grandfather's illness. He did very wrong buy why can't I accept that he is a lier.

Should I give him divorce?

No wayy.

But why?

Do I love him?

How can you even love him just in few days?

Do I like him?

Maybe?

But I can't, I should not. He did wrong. If I forgive him and love him back, it will be like he did right. I can't support what is wrong even if I love him or falling for him.

But I miss our fights. The way he just silences when I pass him a death glare.

Sana! My sweetheart. I miss her company. She calls me daily to ask about my whereabouts. I miss her company.

I miss maa and chachi too. Yes they are rude, but care for me.

I miss fighting with sahana phuphu and Naheema phuphu.

And ofcourse I do not miss that, Amna.

His dadi. I..I respect her but what she did is not acceptable. She agreed to this knowing that it's wrong. But just for the sake of her grandchild's happiness??

I miss my sasural.

His family respects ours very much. Saika maa or samina chachi might talk rude to me but they never talk like this to my family.

I can't see my family being sad with this. I will not let anyone else know about this. That's final.

I came out of my thoughts when I heard a knock on the door.

I opened the door, and there was he.

How much I missed this man! But why is he here?

I let him in.

" Ashi" he called me.

Ashi? A nickname I see. He is calling me with this since the day I came here.

Door ho jane ke baad hi ehmiyat samajh aati hai!

" Yes" I replied looking into her dark brown eyes.

His eyes held emotion, his eyes held pain, hurt, regret, guilt and what not?

" I love you" he said looking into my eyes.

This, was something different.

Damm!

Why I am feeling butterflies in my tummy?

I gave him a small smile and turned away to pack my things.

" Ashi, I love you. I love your almond black eyes, I love your tiny nose which turns red whenever you feel hot or cold. I love your pinchy red cheeks. I love you fourhead on which I always want to place a kiss to tell you how much I love you. I love your pink plump lips, I want to devour them until you know how much I need you. I love your sleek neck, I love your black long hairs, I love your tiny waist, I love your small hands and fingers, I love your feet. I love every inch of you, Ashlesha"