His DULHAN Goodbye

Goodbye

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Ruhani POV ~

After the nikah, it was time to say goodbye. The weight of the moment pressed down on me as I hugged my mother tightly. She was crying uncontrollably, her sobs shaking her whole body as if she was trying to hold on to me with all her strength.

Nafisa Siddiqui/Fl Mom/

Ruhani, khush rehna, beta *she whispered between her tears, her hands cupping my face* [ Ruhani,.be happy dear ]

Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/

*I nodded silently with tears rolling down*

When I turned to my father, I saw tears silently streaming down his face. He didn’t say much, just placed a hand on my head and prayed softly,

Anwar Siddiqui/Fl dad/

“Allah tumhari hifazat kare, beta. Hamesha khush raho.” *His voice cracked at the end, and it broke me* [ May Allah protect u and always be happy]

Then there was my younger brother. True to his nature, he tried to lighten the mood, teasing me with a mischievous smile..

Hamza Siddiqui/Fl Brother/

"bhootni lag rhi ho , sara makeup mess ho gyaa", [ u look like a ghost, all ur makeup are a mess 😂 ]

But even as he said it, I saw his eyes brimming with tears. When he hugged me, his shoulders shook, and I realized he was crying just as much as the others

Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/

*chuckled with tears*

The moment was heavy, overwhelming. With every step towards the car, it felt like a part of me was being left behind.

Finally, I got into the car. Sitting beside him—Taha Zayan Mirza—felt surreal. I dared not glance in his direction, keeping my eyes fixed on my trembling hands resting in my lap. The silence between us was deafening, stretching endlessly as the car moved forward.

He didn’t say a single word. Not a greeting, not a reassurance—nothing. And I… I couldn’t muster the courage to speak either. My throat felt dry, and my chest was tight with a mixture of nervousness, sadness, and fear.

This wasn’t a love marriage, not even close. It was a marriage arranged for my father’s happiness. His wish, his command. And me? I didn’t know how to feel. Maybe I was a burden he wanted to see settled, or maybe he truly believed this was the best for me. I couldn’t tell.

I had only seen Taha once before—in a picture. There had been no meetings, no conversations. He hadn’t asked to meet, and I hadn’t either. And now, here we were, sitting side by side, bound by a sacred bond yet feeling like strangers.

Actually..in this marriage I guess we are strangers.

The journey to his home felt endless, the silence in the car heavy enough to suffocate me. I stole a quick glance at him, hoping to gauge something—anything—from his demeanor. But his expression was unreadable, his gaze fixed ahead, as if this moment meant nothing to him.

I turned my eyes back to the window, watching the city lights blur as tears filled my eyes. This was my reality now—a life I hadn’t chosen but one I was determined to accept.

Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/

*glance at him*

Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/

( is he angry?? )

Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/

( then why is he clenching his jaw this painfully?)

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