A Stupid Love Story

It was a sweet November morning. Neha heard the alarm and got up quickly. She groaned loudly and sat up on the bed. It was 6 O'clock in the morning, she could hear Azan calls. She stretched her hands above her head and rubbed her eyes lightly. A yawn escaped her lips as she got up from bed and made her way to the bathroom. She looked into her wardrobe and selected a pink kurti and paired it up with skinny blue jeans. She hopped into the hot shower and washed her body. Once satisfied, she stepped out of the shower and wore her clothes. She wrapped her towel on her head, brushed her teeth real quick and stepped out of the bathroom. She dried her hair with the towel. She stood up to offer the first Salah of the day. Once she was done with her Salah and prayers she got up and went downstairs. "Good morning Chachu." Neha greeted her sweet uncle who

Laila's phone started ringing and shit picked it up. "Hello." Laila greeted her friend Sobia, who was calling her. "Where the hell are you, Laila?" Sobia asked."At home, why are you asking?" Laila asked back."I can't tell you that on call. You have to come to my place, right now." Sobia explained."What happened? I am not coming. I have to go to the salon. Then on shopping." Laila declined her best friend."For Gosh sakes Laila, if you don't come home right now, you are going to be stuck into the biggest problem of your life." Sobia threatened her.

Arshad raised his hand upon his niece and Neha closed her eyes. But it never came. She opened her eyes again and found Azfar holding Arshad's hand. "I know Mr Ali that she is your daughter but now she is my wife and I will never allow anyone to insulate my wife like this." Azfar said in an anger laced voice."It's not what you think. Let me explain. I… " Neha tried to explain but was stopped in the middle by Arshad."I don't need your explanation Neha, I have never thought that you could think to take an extreme step like this. From now on, you are dead to us. Get out and never show us your face again." Arshad said and shut the door on her face. Neha fell on the ground and started sobbing hard."Chachu please, you can't do t

After a joyful breakfast with her new family, Neha got ready for her University. It was her last semester and she didn't want to let go of what she had achieved by then. Azfar offered her a ride and she accepted it. She didn't want to show him that it wasn't a forced marriage for her. She was still pretending to be forced into this relationship. She didn't speak a single word and Azfar noticed it. He was feeling bad for forcing a lady into a relationship but he couldn't bear to see her with any other man. She was his and he made sure no other men would ever think about her the way he could think. He stopped the car by the University gate and turned to face Neha. "When will you be done by your classes?" He asked softly."I will be late. The practicals and tests and extra classes and…" she was explaining to him when he put his index finger

After dinner, Neha and Azfar came back home after midnight. Fatima and Raheem were already in bed, sleeping peacefully. They quietly stepped into the house and went straight to their bedroom. Azfar put all the shopping bags on their bed and went to the closet. He emptied the biggest compartment of his wardrobe for Neha and then brought all the bags into the closet. One by one, he emptied all the bags and set her things into her wardrobe. Once done he brought Neha into the closet. "Now that your wardrobe is set, I want all my clothes back." He said in a friendly tone."Okay." She replied softly with a smile. He exited the closet and sat at the edge of the bed. "Can't you sleep on the couch?" She asked and he turned to look at her with a raised brow.