His DULHAN Silent Beginnings

Silent Beginnings

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The door clicked open, and my heart sank deeper into the pit of my stomach. My fingers clenched tightly around the heavy fabric of my dress as my breathing grew uneven. Every nerve in my body was on edge as I heard him close the door softly behind him and step inside.

I kept my gaze low, hidden beneath the veil, my toes curling against the cold floor beneath the folds of my lehenga. The sound of his movements filled the silent room, and I dared a glance through the thin fabric of my veil.

He took off his coat, his movements precise and methodical, hanging it neatly on a nearby chair. Then, without sparing me a single glance, he walked to the cupboard. I watched, confused, as he opened it, pulled out some clothes, and headed straight into the bathroom.

I blinked, the confusion swirling inside me.

I blinked, the confusion swirling inside me. What is he doing? My fingers fidgeted with the hem of my dress as I sat awkwardly, my body stiff and uncomfortable. The seconds felt like hours as I stared at the closed bathroom door, my thoughts spiraling into endless possibilities.

When he emerged, I froze again. He was dressed in simple night clothes—a grey T-shirt and black pajama bottoms. The casualness of it all felt so… strange.

So unexpected. He didn’t look at me, didn’t acknowledge my presence as he walked across the room and sat on the other side of the bed.

My heartbeat raced, pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I sat completely still, too nervous to lift my gaze or utter a word. The silence between us was deafening, the tension thick enough to suffocate me.

He leaned back, laying down on his side of the bed, one forearm resting over his forehead. I blinked in disbelief, trying to process what was happening.

Is he sleeping? My mind raced with questions. Just like that? Without saying anything?

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, circling endlessly as I stared at the outline of his figure. The reality of this night felt so far removed from everything I had been taught or imagined.

Wasn’t he supposed to say something? Wasn’t there supposed to be… something?

Just as I felt myself spiraling further into confusion, his voice broke the silence.

Taha zayan Mirza/ML/

Get changed and rest.

His words were deep, cold, and devoid of any emotion, cutting through the air like a knife. The tone sent a sharp shiver down my spine, leaving me frozen in place.

I blinked, stunned, the command echoing in my mind. That’s it? That’s all he has to say? I swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond or if I should respond at all. My body moved on its own, trembling as I slowly stood up, my hands clutching the heavy fabric of my dress.

I cast one last glance at him through my veil. He hadn’t moved, his posture as composed and controlled as ever, his face turned away from me. The distance between us felt like a vast, unbridgeable chasm.

Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/

*after getting ready, and removing her make and and untie her hair*

Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/

*comes out of the washroom and looks at his sleeping posture, his breath was normal..like he is asleep already*

Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/

*gulp , fidgeting with the end of the duppata of her clothes*

Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/

..um..j-ji s..s-suniye... *shuttering and very low tone voice which echoes in the silent room*

Taha zayan Mirza/ML/

*inhaled deeply and sleeping*

Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/

*lower her gaze to her feet and the again look at the side of her bed*

Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/

( he doesn't say anything..it's not good to sleep on the same bed, when he doesn't acknowledge my presence)

Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/

*bite lower lips to control the tears to not fall from her eyes**

I glanced around the spacious room, my eyes landing on a plush couch in the corner. It felt like the safest option. I couldn’t bring myself to sleep on the same bed as him, not when he barely acknowledged my presence.

With quiet steps, I moved toward the couch, careful not to make a sound. I gently laid down, clutching a square pillow tightly in my arms. The exhaustion from the long day weighed heavily on me, and despite the whirlwind of emotions, I drifted off to sleep almost instantly.

Ruhani Taha Mirza/FL/

*slow breathing sleeping*

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