The memories of my childhood hit me so hard that I was drenched in tears once again. My brothers were always allowed to have hindu friends, but my father never led me peep out of the haveli because he thought that only I could get influenced by the Hindus.

Allah knows why he thinks so, but with time this trauma created an unhealthy space within me, so frightening that I intentionally started staying away from the Hindus.

Washing off my face properly, I came outside and glanced at his letter that was lying on the bed. How could he? This man is getting on my nerves now. How could he stalk me like that? And Allah knows what actual truth is, what if he had watched me naked? I can not trust this guy anymore.

I ran to it, and picked it up with a jerk, a small box fell down of it, and its cover opened up. I gazed at the crescent moon pendant that was kept in it.

That's beautiful! Words cannot express how enchanting it appeared to me. I gulped and kept it back, realising that I could not accept any gifts from him.

I picked up my phone, and decided to message him.

Inayat : I want to meet you Chhote Thakur. Coffee date?

Jairaj : Sure! My baby begum 😉

Always available online. Such an idle person! Huh!

Inayat : Let's keep it secret. Don't tell my bhai jaan about it.

Jairaj : Done, my baby!

Why does he sound so cringe? Damn!

I put back the phone, and inhaled deeply. Bhai Jaan isn't home these days so sneaking out would be easy. I can tell Ammi that I am visiting my friend's place, and would call her too so that she answers positively if Ammi asks her about me.

I deliberately chose a white coloured suit because Hindu women wear this colour once they turn widow. I hope he gets a hint with this that his existence doesn't matter to me at all.

Getting ready, I applied itr (perfume) over my wrist, and walked out of my room.

"Where is my angel heading to?" Ammi asked, gazing at from top to bottom.

"Nazneen's place, Ammi!" I replied with a little hesitation. I had already informed Nazneen about it, and she could lie to mother if it's needed.

"Oh! You are looking extremely beautiful in while." She muttered, taking off some kohl from beneath her eyes, and applying it in the back of my earlobe.

She is so adorable. May Allah bless her with immense happiness.

"Thank you Ammi!" I answered, with a blush, before leaving the haveli.

Oh my God! My baby begum wants a date with me. I was so busy trying to find out the third culprit, when the notification of her message popped up. Damn! I can leave anything for her, even breathing if she wants to.

Arjun's plan worked. He is not at all good with relationship advice, but this he rocked it.

I quickly fetched a green kurta to wear for our first date because she loves green and I love her.

Oh my baby begum!

I blushed thinking about her. I hope she also wears my favourite saffron colour, but how would she know my likings? No worries! She glows in every attire.

Like a merry bird, I grabbed the keys of the Royal Enfield of mine, and drove to the location she had texted me. She arrived after fifteen minutes, and to be honest, these were the toughest fifteen minutes of my life.

"Hey Inayat!"

I stood up to greet her, but she took her seat without saying anything. She was shining unexpectedly in the white anarkali suit. How can she be so phenomenal that all colours suit her skin tone? She is a Goddess, more than any damsel.

"Did you order the coffee?"

She asked sternly, taking the phone out of her purse. I took my seat again, and forwarded the menu card to her.

"I was waiting for you. I don't know which coffee you like the most, so you tell me and I'll remember it."

I asserted with a smile. She is a baby, and I should not reveal my real side before her so easily. She won't be able to take it this early.

"Aree waah! Ye apko nahi pata? Tajub hai, mujhe laga apne stalk karte waqt ye bhi dekh liya hoga."

"Oh! You don't know that? Surprising! I thought you must have stalked that too."

Her tone was rude and teasing, my smile faded away instantly, and I could feel a surge of heat rushing through my veins.

"I could not do so that is why I cleared up everything in that letter and apologized for thinking like that earlier. I thought you were happy with this."

I exclaimed, observing her reckless body language, as she was constantly shaking her foot as if she wanted to irritate me.

"How do I believe you? And why should I believe you? A pervert like you cannot control himself in the mid. You must have seen me completely, right?"

She declared, glaring at me. Her eyes turned teary as she uttered the last words. Her gaze was penetrating me like a knife.

"I can understand your anger, and I'm not getting offended with your words also. You have all rights to scold me, but you need to trust me. I am not lying to you. I took off the cameras when I visited your place to keep that letter and the pendant beside you. And why didn't you wear the pendant? You didn't like it?"

I exclaimed, and suddenly my gaze fell on her neck that was devoid of any ornaments. My heart panged to not see my gift there. She definitely can yell at me, but she should trust me. I won't tell lies to her.

"I threw it away. And I won't accept anything from you. You are a pervert, Jairaj Singh Thakur. The most heinous person I could ever meet in my entire lifetime."

She blurred out, making me flare angrily. It was getting too much now. I knew that she must be a pampered child being the only girl in the Khan mansion, but she is way more rude than I was expecting her to be.

"ENOUGH!"

I bellowed at her, making her flinch. Luckily we were sitting in a private cabin so there was no one to witness this drama. Also, the waiter could arrive here only when I would ring the bell to call him.

She threw away my gift? How could she? I had attached the pendant in it by myself giving it time and my love, and she threw it? She didn't even notice my efforts.

"You are intentionally focussing on the bad side, right? You could have focused on the good ones too, but you didn't do so. If you can't appreciate my love, atleast don't Insult it."

I exclaimed in an angst voice. She was flaring back at me. And suddenly, she stood up. Her little hands rested on the table.

"Because I don't want your love. Listen to me very clearly, chhote thakur. We are marrying for the sake of state and harmony so limit this relationship to that only. Don't try to to love me, or win my trust. See, I cannot love you because you are a Hindu and this truth of yours, this identity of yours will not change in this lifetime so let it be. We'll get divorced once my brother feels that everything is okay is the state. Till then, you'll tolerate me and I will tolerate you."

She bawled at me, her voice raised a little. I felt like a dagger had pierced my heart. She was too clear about our relationship, in a way that I had never expected.

"Fine!"

I mumbled, not being able to process what just happened with me. I wanted to cry out loud. Yes! Arjun was right. Love is a two-sided game, and one cannot force the other one into this.

I cannot force her. That is not love. Love is surrender, and I understood right at this moment, when I experienced dejection. I can fight and manipulate the whole world for her, but I cannot manipulate her. I just can't. Maybe that's true love, but unluckily she will never return it to me.

"Cappuccino!" She placed the order online.

"What do you want?" She asked me, and now I discerned that she is not even thinking of what she just said. Is she too young to understand what love is? Or am I so unworthy?

"Hello?"

She blurted out again, waving her hand before my face. I came back to my senses, realising that I've been staring at her blankly till now.

"I....... I don't want anything."

Muttering so, I stood up and walked out of the chamber. She didn't even call me for once. She doesn't care at all. Why was I so stupid after her? Why did I waste my emotions on such a woman?

My eyes started shedding tears extempore, and I wiped off my cheeks mercilessly before perching on my bullet and heading back to the mansion.

Since it was late afternoon, I barged into the mansion without coming into anyone's notice, and finally jostled into my red room, that was attached to the gym room. Her painting was hanging there. I immediately covered it with a black opaque cloth, and cried my heart loud.

I scattered every equipment lying over there, but my exasperation was not subsiding.

"Fuckkkk! So many times I reminded you Jairaj Singh Thakur that don't fall in love. It hurts! It only hurts!"

I bellowed at myself gazing at my reflection in the mirror, and punched it harshly recalling her eyes that I had seen for the first time. The mirror shattered into innumerable pieces, injuring my hand gravely.

The excruciating pain was tormenting me so grievously, but the pain my heart was going through hurt me more at that instant.

"Inayat Ali Khan, it was my blunder that I fell for you, but it's over now."

I groaned, pulling out the little mirror piece from my palm. I hissed in pain, my cheeks were soaked in tears. I didn't come out of that room for an entire night.

Ma and my brothers called me a hundred times, but I was not picking up their calls, nor was I opening the door.

I am shattered! And this is not because of her. This is because of me. I am the one responsible for it. Why did I even want to marry her? My family could have arranged a wonderful wedding for me, but I intentionally ruined my life.

This is happening for the first time that I've gone crazy after a woman so badly.

Par mard ko apni asli mohabbat naseeb kaha hoti hai?

(But which men is destined to stay with the love of his life?)

Just a few lucky ones.

I unlocked my phone, and gazed at the wallpaper that was her painting, painted by me, and I sucked on my lips.

"I won't avenge you because you are not at fault. I'm at fault, and today I promise myself that I will never love you again. Yes! If someday a miracle happens and you fall on your knees for me, then I can amend this promise, but I know this is not going to happen so......I am promising myself that I won't love you again. I will never develop soft feelings for you, Inayat Ali Khan."

Groaning this, I removed her picture from my wallpaper, and placed Ma's image there.

I just hope that we get over with it as soon as possible without becoming each other's enemy because I don't wish to reveal my 'wolf' side before her. She won't be able to take it.

I'll try to behave passively as much as possible.

I finally unlocked the door of my red room, and came out. My family was bashing the door of my room, and I opened it now.

"I had fallen asleep. You know post Holi tiredness."

I mumbled with a smile on my face (a fake smile), and my brothers slapped my back grumbling that they were worried about me.

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