The curse of a handsome shohar
Disclaimer: This is a purely fictional work inspired by the electrifying performances of the actors on screen. It has absolutely nothing to do with real-life terrorists or such individuals.
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The evening air in the garden had been light, filled with the aroma of cardamom tea and the sound of familial laughter.
After some time everyone descended to their rooms ulfat was already there but as Rehman stepped into their bedroom, the silence felt heavy, broken only by a sharp, hitching breath.
He watched Ulfat from the doorway. She was perched on the edge of the bed, her shoulders shaking. Panic flared in his chest. Did I forget our anniversary? No, that’s in July. Did I eat her leftover dessert? Possibly.
He approached her like he was walking on eggshells, his hand trembling slightly as he touched her shoulder.
"Jaan, what happened? Why are you crying?"
Ulfat turned, her eyes a chaotic swirl of red and gold, fresh tears cascading down her cheeks. She looked at him, let out a hiccup, and then sobbed even harder.
"Jaan, tell me! Did I hurt you? Is it a migraine? Did Auntie say something?" Rehman’s voice was frantic now.
Ulfat wiped her nose with the back of her hand, looking at him with utter despair. "You... you are just too handsome, Rehman."
Rehman froze. His brain rebooted. A flush crept up his neck. "Jaan... you’re crying because I’m... good-looking? I mean, I knew I was having a good hair day, but a breakdown?" He let out a nervous, confused chuckle. "You should be proud your husband is such a catch!"
That was the trigger. Ulfat wailed.
Rehman knelt before her, cupping her face. "Look at me. Is this about insecurity?"
She nodded like a pouting child.
"Whenever we go out, girls don't just look at you, Rehman. They scavenge you with their eyes. And those social media accounts!"
"Jaan, I don't even have an Instagram. I barely know how to update my WhatsApp status," he defended.
"But your fans do!" She snatched her phone from the pillow and shoved it into his face. "Look! It’s an 'Edits' page. There are three million views on a video of you just... drinking water! And the comments, Rehman... the comments!"
Rehman took the phone, squinting at the screen. His eyes widened. His jaw didn't just drop; it hit the floor.
Comment 1: "If Rehman looks at me like that, I’m forgetting my own name."
Comment 2: "Is it illegal to kidnap a man if he looks like a Mughal Prince?"
Comment 3: "I have a 50-page fanfiction about us running away to the Swiss Alps. Chapter 10 is... spicy."
"Spicy?" Rehman choked, his face turning a shade of crimson that rivaled her dupatta. "They want to kidnap me? And what is a 'fanfiction'? Why am I in the Swiss Alps? I have a meeting in Lahore on Tuesday!"
"See!" Ulfat cried, grabbing his kurta. "They have wild fantasies! They call you 'National Crush' and 'Husband Goals.' One girl commented that she wants to be the oxygen you breathe!"
Rehman looked at the phone in horror, then back at his sobbing wife. The absurdity of it finally hit him. He let out a stunned, breathless laugh and pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her hair.
"Jaan, listen to me," he murmured, his voice dropping into that deep, velvety tone that admittedly started half the trouble online. "Let them write their stories and make their videos. They are looking at a screen. I am looking at you."
"But they think such things..." she sniffled against his chest.
"Let them think," he said, pulling back to look into her eyes, his expression turning intensely soft. "They can have the 'National Crush' on their phones. But this man, the one who stands before you, the one who gets scolded by you for leaving towels on the floor... he belongs only to Ulfat. From my first breath to my last, and apparently even in the Swiss Alps, I am yours."
Ulfat looked up, her lower lip trembling. "Even after you die? You won't talk to any ghost girls?"
Rehman burst into a graceful, booming laugh, kissing her forehead deeply. "I promise. Even as a ghost, I’ll only haunt you. We’ll wander the gardens together, and I'll still be telling you how beautiful you are."
Ulfat finally cracked a small, watery smile, clutching his kurta as if never intending to let go.
Do you guys want Rehman's reaction to one of his wild fanfic 🙈.
Also you can suggest to me on which one you want his reaction 😅.
Well main likhne kuch aur bethi thi but likhte likhte yaha tak pahunch gayi🤷🏻♀️, I am genuinely great because jo main sochti hu vo main kabhi bhi nahi karti 😎.
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