Nams! Shaikhspeare

This one after a long time for My fiancé turned Husband @sufio7 https://www.instagram.com/p/BrM9ockh7MM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1o4rcxp8wqw78

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Part 24: I woke up in the ICU with multiple injuries and a serious nervous breakdown. Thank fully the accident was a minor one and that person helped me reached the hospital. Looking at my condition everyone could know that I never ran away, but I was kept hostage! The owner of the car helped police to reach that building but they couldn’t trace anything. Now I’m sitting here talking to the counsellor and the lady inspector about everything that I went through. As per my words they checked the building and the hole was the only trace that I could swear by. They have arrested Nasar. Somewhere in the bottom of my heart the last line which he tore out of my letter was nestling. “P.S. I really love you” , I had started loving him but I just can’t be with him. I had trusted him so much. I just want to move away from all this now. It was a hard escape from love where I wanted to love! The love which isn’t Lovely! After 6 months of struggle I finally decided to take a flight to Mumbai….. The End… https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo62RtPhJuV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=dssy8xggrsvv

Part 23: I finally found the way Nasar might be using to go in and out. It was a door, without any chain. I tried opening it, it was soo heavy and didn’t move a budge. I knew it might have been chained from outside it wasn’t easy but now I atleast knew that there’s a way out here. I started scratching the wall beside the door. It broke my nails and injured my finger. But I had no tool. I used the chair to bang on the wall and my hands to scratch it further. I just had this night. I couldn’t even rest and waited. I continued breaking it trying to create a hole. My fingers lost their real shape and now they were full of dust soaked in my blood. When they had no more power I started using my toes, my ankles continuing this last hope of my escape. Suddenly I saw that side of the wall. I was happy like never before. A tiny ray of light entered which was my ray of freedom. I continued digging and created a hole finally big enough to pass. I squeezed myself out and I was breathing heavily. Suddenly I heard the sound of the engine, it was coming closer to me and diminishing. There was no place to hide. It was an open ground. The headlights were directed directly on me. I started running. It was Nasar. He knows that I have escaped. I ran hard towards the road. I kept running and banged with a moving car and lost my conscious. #ToBeacontinued https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo6ZWxHhGwt/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1a1j2mn0b7ulf

Part 22: I spat the pill out as soon as he moved. Some of the part had melted and I already was feeling dizzy but the thing I was about to do was going to wake me up forever! I started hopping my chair towards the water jug. Picked up the glass with my tied hands and broke it by smashing on the table at the back. I couldn’t see anything at the back and only my palm was working. I held the broken piece in my hand waited. I don’t know where exactly the rope is. I will have to cut every where! It could be the rope or it could even be my hand! I closed my eyes and sliced the first time. I screamed! I touched my wrist. I decided to feel and go slow. I started feeling with my glass piece, slicing slowly. I finally got a grip on the rope. I furiously started slicing it and with some sincere efforts I freed myself. I looked at my hands and it was full of blood but this pain was nothing in compare to all the pain which I had all these days. Without thinking I started running. I kept running and running but it was no less than a maze. This was a construction site with a three floor half built building. I kept going up and down the stairs without the railings. But there was no way to escape. It was dark. All the doors or rather any sort of opening were clasped with metal strings and thorns. No way to escape. #ToBeContinued.. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo19Iq5hPdN/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=3gsfrdbqi3fd

Part 21: I heard him talking over the phone to my dad. He was saying that I might have ran away with someone else. He said something about my letter. Suddenly I started recollecting my words in the letter. “Dear Nasar, I know you are very perfect and you have brought a perfect life for me but I’m just an ordinary girl. I really appreciate everything you do but I feel I don’t need them all. I don’t want fancy stuffs, I have some small dreams. I want to talk to you about them. Before I take this decision tomorrow I want to be sure about it. I feel running away from all this is worst than Marrying you without opening up about myself. Tarana P.S. I really love you. Meet me tomorrow at 6 am.” Suddenly Nasar spoke and spoke the worst! “What are you thinking Tarana? Are you thinking about your letter? Yes I tweaked it a bit and cancelled few and added few words like, like NOT before the “ordinary girl”, I need MORE, I have BIG dreams, and finally cancelled WORST and wrote BETTER. Sorry but I tore your last lines! Now you can reimagine your letter with these edits!” Ok now have this pill and sleep well. #ToBeContinued.. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo188n6BsZ1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1rg2yxmitwc26

Part 20 Days passed by, I’ve lost the count. I was just sitting on the chair tied up. My veins hurt as if the blood forget to flow, they just accumulated there. Nasar was there with me all the time but he also had to pretend a perfect “to be husband” figure in the real life so he used to go out sometimes and I was given a sleeping pill every time he goes out. I don’t know what was happening outside. My father! I wished he was here. I wished Maryam’s text would have come. I don’t know what to do. I was forced to eat. If not then he threatens to trouble my dad. I was injected nourishment’s so that I could bear the pain afterwards. Sometimes he would lit the whole room, fill with flowers and love me whereas sometimes he would beat me, torture me. I couldn’t stand anything. I was dying every moment, only to be fed and nourished again to come back to life and feel the death again. There was no conversation. This person has himself decided what is to be done with me. I didn’t know whether I wanted to ask him; why? Why my picture? Since when? How? But there was not even a chance. He has his own world. If I would have been a psychologist maybe I could have called him a psychopath. #ToBeContinued.. https://www.instagram.com/p/BozPMKQhbXQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1aei9cb2ozji

Part 19: My head aches, my body feels so heavy. There’s some kind of pain all over. I tried opening my eyes. I tried moving but I couldn’t, my hands were tied up. I was on a chair the room was big, empty and dull. It was some sort of a construction site. “Good morning my love”, it was Nasar. I looked at him. I knew exactly what has happened. He saw me yesterday in his room and without even trying to talk he has got me here. I could now see a real Nasar. Who doesn’t know what a dialogue is, what a mutual understanding is or what a couple is! It’s always his own understanding, his own will and his own decisions. So here I’m as decided by him. Suddenly a tight punch on my face made me come back to the reality. He was a monster too! A badass one. A slight layer of blood got accumulated around my left nose hole. I screamed in pain. “What are you doing Nasar?” I screamed. “I’m trying to love you, have you Tarana.” I was petrified. Is this love? I couldn’t believe the person I was going to get married to is this one! I had started loving him, I had imagining life with him and what has happened now. I just want to vanish from his life as soon as possible now. #ToBeContinued.. https://www.instagram.com/p/BozO7phhbpT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12phyxmm1m8kg

Part 18: Never in my life I would have imagined this. I just can’t believe my eyes. The drawer was full of my pictures. Me in every pose, every possible way. Anyone would have been happy to see them. But not me! Coz the pictures were not just the recent ones but they were from the time when I had not even met Nasar. They were of my friends, my family, me in my favourite spots, meeting my favourite people, doing my favourite things. Crying at my worst, laughing at my best days. The pictures were from my own house, Me in my bedroom, in my bathroom. Sometimes clothed and sometimes not. I was Stalked! Nasar was in Delhi since a long time. Nasar knew everything about me. Nasar knows what I like, who are my friends. He knows me and he knows who I’m. I sat there confused, angry, scared.... More than angry and scared I felt sad, I felt sad as my letter makes no sense to this person. He knows me in and out. He doesn’t need anything. I’m as open as the wide landscape for him but instead of accepting me he’s trying to paint his own pictures. I was worried that I was nothing more than just an obsession for him. All these days he just ignored my feeling, my worth and only tried to capture me just like these pictures. He’s a liar! Nasar is obsessed. Her mother’s words echoed in my ears, “now since Tarana is in your life, you will be fine, you will be good”, so he wasn’t fine, he wasn’t good and what if Tarana is not in her life? #ToBeContinued... https://www.instagram.com/p/Bow7GTmBGmX/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10edavphip99a

Part 17: The dinner went wonderful, as usual it was lavish, done to perfection. His parents were loving. Nasar’s mother kept saying now since Tarana is in your life you will be all good, all fine. I’m wondering why on earth Nasar needs me to be good and fine. He is as it is perfect just like some fine dining. My phone beeped, it was Maryam, “don’t forget to drop the bomb today!” I replied, “it’s not a bomb just my feelings.” After the dinner I excused all of them to sneak into Nasar’s room. I had decided to tell him something about me, my dreams, my wish. Maryam texted back- “you and your feelings are patakha, explosive, colourful, loud and full of light. Don’t ever become a phuski, make him your teeli.” Sometimes Maryam’s msg gives me a boost and sometimes they direct me to my way, the right way. After all friends are actually the shining light in your dark days. I quietly moved toward’s Nasar’s room. It was a dimly lit room with everything in its own place. I was thinking where to keep my letter. I kept it on the side table near the bed. I didn’t wanted it to be romantic, it was serious; so I quickly exchanged the flowers from that side and kept the candle on my letter. Suddenly my eyes got stuck at the end part of a scarf coming out of the table drawer. It was my scarf. My favourite scarf. I opened the drawer and it wasn’t just my scarf.... #ToBeContinued https://www.instagram.com/p/Bow65V9hYOw/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1h26l8d0ggvry

Part 16: Next morning my house was not less than a flower show! Full of bouquets and gifts. There were gifts for my house helpers too. Looking at everything I couldn’t believe my eyes, was I really so blessed to have someone like Nasar in my life? I couldn’t thank My stars, Abbu was soo happy to get such a loving and caring person as my husband. He was on call with his parents when I came down to see all this. Things were getting finalised and our engagement dates got fixed over the Skype. Everything was going too fast for me to think more about it. I was happy or maybe I have to be happy. The engagement preparations began, everything was either high or low! There was nothing as mediocre as me. The house was all decorated, rings purchased, clothes, food. Everything was done by Nasar and his team of people he hired for us. Three days after his flower show was our engagement. I had no time to think about anything. Meanwhile Nasar’s parents arrived and tonight we decided to have a family dinner at their place before we begin our big day tomorrow. #ToBeContinued https://www.instagram.com/p/BotyR25BNFW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6v0wkic6frfs

Part 15: There was something that was still holding me from accepting his proposal. Those were maybe my good deeds. Although everything around him was soo perfect, I was still taking a lot of time. Nasar was angry today, the way he spoke to me on call was not surprising, he tends to get angry soon and now it’s been almost more than a month since he’s been waiting. Naturally he will get angry at some point. But that was still not convincing me to say yes to him. I had decided that I will tell him yes only when I would be able to explain him who I am, but that seems to be impossible now. It’s very difficult to make him know me! I was soo confused. Every time I try something, there’s something extra ordinary prepared by him. I couldn’t match with his ideas, his care, I feel too low beside him. He has everything a husband should have, so I do really need to show him what I have? He doesn’t even care about it. He’s just okay with the way I am or maybe the way I AM WITH HIM when he’s around. I was thinking too much today, I had questions popping up from every part of my body. Will I be able to be like this always? Do I really don’t want him to know me? But why doesn’t he want to know? Is he soo understanding that he doesn’t care? How bad I’m, why don’t I understand his love. He wants me just like that and I’m here questioning his every move. His every feeling! I texted him: “I’m sorry Nasar, I really like you and I think I’m unnecessarily taking soo long, you are just a perfect guy to be with. Let’s take this further. I’m ready for you.” #ToBeContinued https://www.instagram.com/p/BotyEhqB779/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15ptfnwoeyxf3

Part 14: We met at 9 and went for the breakfast again to a nice 5 star restaurant. The lavish buffet spread across the table. It had everything a person would want to see early in the morning to soothe his eyes. “Isn’t it amazing? It’s my favourite chain of hotel all over the world.” I nodded to agree, I wanted to scream that no it’s not! I don’t like this and come let’s go to have Kulcha but I couldn’t. Why? Because I was presented a wonderful ring by Mr. Nasar as I sat in his car when he picked me up and after that I couldn’t dare to question him and make him angry. This ring must be soo expensive I should atleast understand that he’s sorry about his behaviour. We had the breakfast and went ahead for a movie. It was still an amazing day so far. All wonderful, all nice, all planned. I was again treated as a princess! Everything was soo perfect. My head ached due to lack of sleep but I still continued. I liked the way Nasar cared for me, he doesn’t let me bother about anything at all. He’s simply so clear in his tasks. His gifts, his care, his plans everything is soo perfect. And I’m here waking somebody at 5 am for a damn stupid sun rise. I started looking at the faults within me, rather trying to scratch out the faults and that was my second mistake! #ToBeContinued https://www.instagram.com/p/Borbac5B9cR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=12oo30w2duweq

Part 13 That Sunday I woke up at 4, kept everything ready the previous night itself and I was at the gate at 4:50 am only. I didn’t wanted to make him late. I waited and waited it was 5 already, 5:30 and 5:45 soon. I called him up but his phone was not reachable. I texted him but that too couldn’t get deliver. I went back to my room. Kept my phone on my chest so as to quickly get up for any notification and I slept waiting. At 7:47 am I received a message, “Hey Tarana, sorry but I didn’t change my alarm and it only rang at 7:45am when I usually get up. I’ll get ready and will be there by 9, sorry!” I read this message twice, I wanted to fight with him, ask him why? Why is he late, why is his phone not reachable, why did he miss the sunrise which I planned, why didn’t he set the new alarm for today? This is not done! I thought it’s better to ask all this when we meet and I just replied “okay, see you soon.” #ToBeContinued https://www.instagram.com/p/Bora6v8BDJK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qg1r44vfw60m

Part 12: “Yes you fear him and that’s exactly what you shouldn’t.” Maryam told me. I called her up to my house. I was very disturbed and confused and what not! “Tarana, stop doing this. He is too fast and you are wasting your time trying to understand him. Whereas he’s not. What are you doing? You need to tell him things about you too, stop trying to only understand him and his feelings it should be both ways. Talk to him about yourself. Tell him things that YOU prefer and places that you like.” “But how can I do so directly, I’m trying to show him my things na? Like when I told him about the tent or the ice cream. He’s not just not giving it any importance.” I tried convincing Maryam. “That’s exactly what is wrong with you, you don’t have to show but you have to tell or else he will keep ignoring your signs. Next time you decide a place and go where do you want to. Take him along and show him your world.” My eyes just lit up! I felt a big wow! I’m going to show him my world! Yes..... I immediately texted him, “Can we meet at 5 am on Sunday?” My phone beeped, “5 am? It’s too early let’s meet at 9.” Maryam and I both looked at each other! “Actually I didn’t tell him the reason, that’s why Maryam!” “It’s called as a surprise and a 5 am surprise can’t be dragged to 9 am!, stop taking his side.” Maryam remarked. I texted again: “We are going to watch the sunrise, you might have not seen this one in New York! So we need to meet at 5 only.” “Hmm okay.” He replied! “Is he not excited???”, I asked Maryam. “Yes, Coz it’s not something that he wanted. Go ahead, enjoy your date.” #ToBeContinued #isntlovely #beforeTaranaMetAli #Shortstories #story #friendshipstory #instastory #thoughtoftheday #instawriter #instalikes #likesforlikes #storiesoninstagram #poetsoninstagram #spilledthoughts #spilledink #writers #writegasm #writer #writeeverydamnday #todayspost #igwriters #igwritersclub #igwritersandpoets https://www.instagram.com/p/BopAv_dhX-L/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=p6hz7opghnwx

Part 11: He could now officially come to pick and drop me off at my residence since he had met Abbu. He was there sharp at 7 and I was one jhumka, a dash of perfume and grabbing my purse away from meeting him. By now I knew that this late is still an offence for him. I quickly ran down and I started “sorry sorry sorry, I’m late....” “it’s 7:07 pm Tarana, I’m waiting here since last 14 mins I reached way ahead.” I calculated in my mind that does it takes 7 mins to a girl to wear a jhumka, apply perfume and leave home taking her purse! Why? Why do we take so long for such a small thing? What was I actually doing?? I was again thinking when he said, “okay now c’mon get in.” As I looked inside I saw a beautiful bouquet, I smiled and took it over my lap. I completely forgot about coming 7 mins late now. We reached the restaurant. It was the first time I was coming to such a grand restaurant. We had our separate tent near the pool. “It would have been better if there wasn’t this tent, the pool view would have been clear then.” I said waiting for the food to arrive. “I like privacy. This is good.” Nasar said. “But what’s the point of privacy when you want to enjoy the weather, the pool, these stars, privacy is good at some place but this place has its charm in open.” I was actually talking with Nasar. “Who told you I want these stars, the pool, the what else did you said??? I want you! That’s it.” Nasar replied. I didn’t know whether to blush or to continue telling him “The what” yes, the weather. Is it really necessary to ignore these things when you are supposedly on a date?? I wanted to ask him but I couldn’t. I don’t ask him many things because I somewhere fear him! #ToBeContinued #isntlovely #beforeTaranaMetAli #Shortstories #story #friendshipstory #instastory #thoughtoftheday #instawriter #instalikes #likesforlikes #storiesoninstagram #poetsoninstagram #spilledthoughts #spilledink #writers #writegasm #writer #writeeverydamnday #todayspost #igwriters #igwritersclub #igwritersandpoets https://www.instagram.com/p/Boo_0i_hvZy/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=i2tjfecax6u1