Haroon’s phone was disconnected, leaving her feeling uneasy about the day. He hadn’t shared any good news or expressed eagerness to meet her. Days passed with wedding preparations underway, but she realized neither Haroon nor Diba had contacted her after Diba moved into their house. She was deeply upset when her younger sister approached her.
“What’s been bothering you all day? You skipped meals and didn’t seem interested in shopping,” she observed.
“It’s nothing, just feeling a bit off,” she deflected.
“Please tell me what’s wrong,” he persisted. When her sister pressed further, tears welled up in her eyes.
“Shifa, are you feeling overwhelmed? What’s happened? Please talk to me,” her sister consoled her, wrapping her in a hug.
“I just… I thought about leaving,” Shifa admitted tearfully. She avoided sharing more, not wanting to burden her family with pre-wedding concerns.
“You’re being silly. Daughters eventually leave their parents’ home. It’s natural,” her sister reassured, stroking her shoulder. She couldn’t fathom Shifa’s inner turmoil.
That night, after much contemplation, Shifa called Haroon. The phone rang unanswered, but he called back just as she headed to the bathroom.
“Did you call me?” he asked when she picked up.
“Yes, I did. Why haven’t you been in touch lately? You didn’t visit or ask how I’m doing,” Shifa confronted him, her heart sinking at his dismissive tone.
“Do I need a reason to call?” he retorted sharply. “I’m busy, and you’re wasting my time.”
“I wanted to talk to you. You’ve been distant,” Shifa said, tears streaming down her face despite her efforts to remain composed.
“Do I have to visit every day? I was there last week. Stop complaining,” he snapped.
“Why are you being so rude? Aren’t you happy about the marriage?” she cried out.
“I was, but now I’m reconsidering,” he replied angrily, ending the call abruptly.
“Haroon! Please listen!” Shifa pleaded, but the line had gone dead.
She collapsed on her bed, sobbing uncontrollably.
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