The Unpredictable Monarch – The Most Dominant Force Forever! Share – 12

The days passed. Humairah went on to track down the hidden identity of his father. Her parents wanted her to marry Hafiz’s brother-in-law in Pakistan. She insisted that she wear a chador while she went out. Meanwhile, Karthik’s parents went to New York to stay with her daughter. Vaishnavi’s mother passed away. Vaishnavi decided to marry a Tamil from Malaysia. Karthik found a new job in her hometown of Chennai in India. Humairah tricked her parents and fled to India with the help of her friends. This all happened within a month.

It is a cold summer in Chennai, uncharacteristically. The hottest month incurred record rainfall. Karthik was stunned. “Hum, what have you done? We can’t rationalize all of our decisions. You should have talked to your parents anyway.”

“Karthik, you don’t know. My father is sponsoring terrorism and the boyfriend they chose is an international terrorist. My parents knew this. My father argues that revenge is a religious duty and revenge against India is special because he lost 38 of their relatives in partition violence.

“All of us are human first,” Karthik replied.

“If I had been born in Pakistan, I might have succumbed to this male chauvinism. You can only rule people with love. They wanted me to be a jihad donation. I don’t know what would have happened if we hadn’t left everything for you in my life. If you are going to deny me…” Tears welled in Humairah’s eyes as he paused.

Karthik closed her mouth with his hand.

Karthik consoled him, “I’ll marry you, Hum. Definitely. But before that, I’ll get permission from my parents.”

Humairah looked at him pathetically. Karthik called his father. The phone was answered after a while “Appa is sleeping, Karthik” said uma. Here it is twelve at night.

“Wake him up Uma, it’s urgent,” Karthik yelled.

Sadasivam came on the line soon after.

“How are you? What’s up, Karthik?”

“Appa, I’ve decided to get married.”

“What? We’ll talk in the morning,” said a surprised Sadasivam.

Karthik pleaded with him, “Appa, I love a girl and she is here.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to marry that ‘iyengar’ girl, Vaishnavi” ordered casist Sadasivam.

“Not Dad. Not Vaishu. This is Humairah speaking from London.” Karthik said tensely.

“Muslim?” asked Sadasivam in a sarcastic voice.

“Yes,” Karthik said.

“My son is dead. Get out of my house immediately.” Sadasivam shouted and hit the phone.

Humairah, standing close to Karthik, understood the situation.

“We will get married.” Karthik said.

Humairah kissed him on the forehead holding his shoulders with her hands.