Rabiya

 

Veiled. Adorned. Libertad hair. A face wreathed in smile. A golden Necklace above her breast. A golden brass-late in her wrist and some kajal in her eyes. Talking with her friends - some girls and some boys. This is how he saw her first. His love started out of jealousy. As the night approached the morning, his sufferings went intense. He couldn't afford to watch her smile and gossip with other boys.  Shy, he decided to pursue his heart that her heart was already taken. He left the festivity, capturing the delicate memory of her beauty.

Rabiya had seen him desolate. She had never seen a guy so alone despite having a great physique. Tall. Wide. Shy. Accompanied by her cousins, she found no space, place and dare to approach him and ask, talk & kiss. It was her 1st love at first sight. 

For the next few days, he wanted to believe that it was a mere trivial sexual attraction and that he would forget her before long. He was wrong. He felt defeated by the shadow of her smile, she had cast behind his closed eyes. He had deserted so many girls. Had slept with so many girls. Fallen in love with innumerable girls, but Rabiya was still haunting in his farthest memory.

‘Maybe, this is no different’ he thought. He wanted to believe that he wanted to sleep with her. But during some of the last nights, he had imagined her having sex with another boys, and cried. This was so strange. He was still jealous. As soon as he went into his bed, he liked wondering about her. He would wonder how she looked from nearby, her white cheeks, her thick eyebrows, her eyelids, the black iris and about the instant he had a long eye contact with her. This was the most beautiful memory of his love. But his imagination was fired at the sight of her sex with another guy. 

‘What would his name be?’ she would often guess. ‘He must be committed with some other girl. He’s just so perfect.’

One day he followed her to a coffee shop, when she was with her friends. She felt special as he approached to tell her and praised her of her beauty, her voice and her eyes and her thought. At night she whispered his name and loved to think about him before sleeping for some nights.

The next time he met her, she had kissed him. And during the next few times he had kissed her and witnessed her love deep into her eyes. ‘Love is expressed with eyes’ he had heard long ago, but now he believed that. She was just so pure, so virgin & so honest.

‘I want to spend my entire life with you. she would say.’ ‘I’d die without you’

They would meet very often. Every time he was together was the greatest moment of her life. It was not easy for her. But she did that because she wanted to be with him, every day, every evening. Forever.

Today when he met her, he told her how jealous he feel when she talked with other boys. She had laughed out aloud over it and liked his jealousy. She felt special. Today they had shared bed. It was her first time and she was completely for him now, she felt. 

‘I want to marry you.’ He held.

‘But I won’t marry you’ she said. Then she laughed and kissed him. ‘Let’s get married now.’ She said and wrapped the blanket crouching against his legs. This was the first time he had sex with a girl looking into her eyes and he had never felt like this with another girls.

‘Come, I shall drop you to your home.’ Has said.

‘On one condition.’

‘What?’

‘I’ll ride and you will sit.’  She said.

Suddenly, something hits against her forehead and Rabiya falls down, unconscious. Before he can realize anything, he feels a sudden pain in his head. Her face is stained with blood. He falls down with his bike: slowly losing his consciousness. But before that he watched her dead. It was her father with a long gun accompanied with her cousins.