Untainted: The Purest

Chapter 5–Her Answer

—Ahad's Mansion—

—Their room—

Umeed asked herself, ‘Am I ready for this?’

Despite all the hurt and past, she couldn’t deny him his right. Moreover, Ahad has apologized and she has forgiven him. Forgiveness is complete and total. When a person forgives, they do not bring the past to the other’s face. And so wouldn’t she.

Umeed was dazed at how he can have such an effect on her? How his mere touch stimulated all her senses to their extreme? He was pure magic, so divine, so desirable, and he was hers, in every way.

Even though her crimson blush, lowered gaze, heavy breaths and bitten lips were loud enough for an answer, he wanted her to say it. She lowered her eyes again and nodded a "Hmm" with a smile.

With that, he sealed her lips with passion and pulled her closer entwining their fingers.

A man is a spiritual yet dominant and egoistic creature. He will not trust the love of a woman until she willingly lets him possess her completely, in body and soul. His love and loyalty will depend on whether she lets him steal her virtue and master everything she owns... her chastity, her soul. Maybe that's why even after devouring her on wedding night, he wasn't at peace. He didn't feel the satisfaction he felt now.

His ego doesn't allow him to accept it but when a man is truly enslaved by a woman's beauty, he'll either destroy it or become its master in every sense and nothing less will satisfy him.

"You are mine. My Angel. I want you to smile for me, cry for me, blush for me and me only." He said strongly and she nodded in obedience.

Her soft whimpers sounded like music to Ahad as they left her lips, as he claimed the depths of her eyes, the blush of her cheeks, moisture of her lips and the softness of her skin.

***

Both kept laying on their side facing each other. No one stopped staring or smiling. They looked at each other like teenagers who did it for the first time.

"You looked like an Angel yesterday." Abdul Ahad broke the sweet silence.

"And I paid a good price for it." She said resting her head on her elbow.

"Tired?" He asked, caressing her cheek.

"Pleasantly tired. But I can still make breakfast for you." She said trying to get up when he pulled her back.

"How about we save you the breakfast exertion?"

"Really? How?" She asked innocently.

"By sleeping till lunch." He pulled her closer, making her frame hit his chest. She shyly buried her head in his chest which seemed the best place to be.

She was not a lazy person but today she wanted this moment to last, to enjoy the love and care of her husband and stay like this forever.

True to his words, Abdul Ahad kept lazing around until the afternoon when Umeed forced him to get up.

***

Mumtaz kept walking in a graveyard with some flowers in her hands and began scattering them on two graves.

"Assalamualaikum Ammi Abbu. Your daughter is in pain. And she is all alone. Why did you leave me like this? Why am I feeling this pain? This insecurity? Isn't this what I wanted? Wasn't I the one who forced him to get married to Umeed? Why didn't I realize it before? That Being alone would be so difficult?

I knew it was going to be difficult. But this much? I knew she would make a place in his heart but so soon?

Ammi, Abbu. Your Mumo is here. I gave Ahad away. I gave him to someone else." She clutched the cold soil and broke down.

***

The shower was running but Umeed didn't want to step inside it. She cleared the steam over the mirror and kept looking at this flushed girl. Was she so perfect? How could she be so lucky? She felt so complete.

She kept sliding her fingers on her body to savour his fingertips running over her skin. She felt like stepping into the shower would wash away the warmth of his touch.

His impressions from their first night were still there on her skin but it didn't hurt anymore. It was like... He had overwritten those scars with the healing cure of his love and affection.

•••

She was sitting in front of the dressing table combing her slightly wet hairs when she remembered Ahad's words and a smile crept on her face.

"See what you're doing! And then you blame me." Abdul Ahad groaned while looking at her, stepping closer.

"What?" She asked, confused.

"Stop biting the lip like that and do something about those reddened cheeks." He shook his head.

"I can't help it." She said, lowering her gaze.

"Okay get ready fast. We have to see off your parents. They're leaving in an hour."

She simply nodded and got ready.

After Abdul Ahad left, she looked at herself and whispered, 'I now realise why Api blushed every time we talked about Jiju (sister's husband).'

After getting ready Abdul Ahad took her to the hotel where she bid farewell to her family, feeling happy and lucky about her new life.

•••

"Did you take the phone number?" Abdul Ahad asked glancing at her and then turned his attention back to the road.

She wasn't paying attention right now. She stared out of the window and inhaled a sip of fresh air. The passing trees, the slightly warm sunlight, the winds blowing on her face made her feel lively. In all these years of her life, she had never travelled in such a costly, extravagant car. She was missing her bicycle rides when going to nearby places and the bus ride while going faraway. Everything was so perfect with family. She felt a void as she realized that her family has been left behind.

"Angel?" She felt a hand gently shake her shoulder.

"Hm?" She asked startled, looking at him.

"Are you alright? I've been calling you." He asked, looking at her for a second with concern.

"Yeah. I was just lost in thought." She said, shaking her head.

"I asked if you took the phone number from your mother." He asked again, this time a bit slowly.

"Yes. I have it." She nodded.

Ahad sensed something wrong. She wasn't the person with yes-no answers except when she was sad. Once she started talking, she kept bringing up other topics and kept going.

"Is there something bothering you?" He found himself asking.

"I'll tell you when we reach home." She said slowly and he nodded.

•••

It was evening and Umeed slumped on the bed. 'I have to practice walking with those sandals.' She thought with aching feet.

"Now tell me what's bothering you?" He asked, leaning on the bed beside her. The room was cleaned, sheets changed and not in the condition they left it in.

She turned her head towards him and said, "Ahad, I don't want to bother you with this." She asked with pleading eyes.

He placed a hand on her cheek and said, “It already is Angel. As long as you are restless how can I be at peace? Tell me." He encouraged.

She felt her cheeks heating up again. She was dazed at how every touch of his felt like the first time.

She leaned her head back and aimlessly staring at the ceiling, "Zain has grown up. I can't believe my brother is going to pass tenth standard this year."

"That's great." He didn't find anything to worry about.

She smiled sadly. "You know there is a lot of talent in our village. Almost fifteen or twenty students achieve above 90% in the board exams every year. But then, as there are no colleges, no finance or any source of further education, the parents prevent them from going ahead to cities saying, ‘What you know is enough. Now, remain here, take your responsibility, succeed me and be a farmer, potter or shepherd like I am."

Ahad sat up instantly in shock. “How can such a studious child be a farmer or a potter or something like that? This is wrong.”

She nodded. "And this has been going on for as long as I remember. Hence everyone is a potter, a shepherd, a farmer or a fisherman because they are too young and naive to fight back or resist. And indeed, the poor boys stay back with their fathers and take up his occupation, wasting all their abilities; their talents are rusted. Years pass by and they remains stuck in the same place. They may even get married and have children who are treated exactly as they were treated by their father. And this cycle goes on. Hence, all his children also become less educated villagers and nothing ever changes." She paused before continuing, "Seven years ago, I passed tenth with distinction and I had to give up my studies. I was so determined to travel to the city. I even explored options, Medicine, Engineering, Islamic Law, Computer Science but this was bound to happen. How could I expect those people who didn’t even support their sons to support a daughter? But I didn't give up. I had this strong craving for education. To do something meaningful with my life. I read whatever book I placed my hands on, visited every learned person and talked to them for hours in pursuit of knowledge. And something useful happened a year later. I had the interest of an aged religious female scholar on her visit. Or maybe Allah sent her there seeing my pain. She gifted me the world's most glorious book, the Qur'an with translation to my mother tongue, Urdu. I could say it was the first book that really satisfied my craving, my thirst for knowledge and reasoning and encompassed all things I wanted. After a few months I found myself trying to memorize it. And every day, a bit by bit I did it. The lady was kind enough to send me a few books every few months. They were about Hadiths, our prophet's life, Shariah rules and regulations and much more that gave me a deeper understanding of our religion. I, in return, sent her thank you letters for she had come like an Angel and filled the void in my life. I respect her as much as I respect my own mother. Because my mother gave birth to me but she gave me the art of living well. She is more to be honoured than those who only gave me life."

She sighed getting up and leaned on his shoulder before completing, "I don't want my brother to become a landlord like my father, own a piece of land and a bunch of cattle and pride in it for the rest of life. ; be left with no wisdom but a grudge that his children will pay for."

He didn't know what to say. On which words to react first. Surprised That she came from a quality educated background. Or feel sad for whatever happened with her? Or feel pity for what was going to happen to her brother? Or be proud of her sensibility and sentimentality? Or the fact that in a few sentences how she summed up and narrated her entire life? How simple was it? With no greed, no disappointments, no guilts, no regrets? How beautiful and enchanting that must be? Unlike him who had a dark past he kept running from and had to find solace and distraction in materialistic things.

Ahad sighed and cupped her face. "That's it? Fine Angel. Zain is as much my brother as he is yours. I will sponsor his further education. He can come to the city and even stay here for as long as he wants. Get admission in the best College and become the most educated of people. I'm ready to spend limitlessly for it." He said with full confidence.

She gently held his hands. "You don't understand Ahad. I didn't tell you all this so that you could do this. My parents already feel heavy that you did everything at our wedding. And I'm against it. Zain should not have this privilege just because he is your brother-in-law when there are students who are more talented than him. I want all of them to have equal opportunity."

"How is that possible?" He asked puzzled.

"I don't know Ahad. But my decision is final. Either you do something for every boy of the village or no one at all." She said with confidence leaving him awestruck again.

Why did she have to be so complicated? She was worried about other children more than her own brother. But it was a challenge for him now. What money couldn't buy?

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