"What did you just call me?" He was still not over it, unable to control his laughter.
"Ashiq mizaj" She bit her lower lip to suppress her laughter. She wanted to laugh so loud.
(Amorist)
"Inara really? Who are you!!" He smiled looking at her face.
"Your wife" She asked her to start driving.
"But seriously. Ashiq mizaj. Biwi se pyaar karne wale log ashiq mizaj hote hain. Pehli bar suna hy" He smirked.
(I haven't heard that those men who behave lovely with their wives are amorists)
"Ap ko pyaar karna nahi ata" She stared at him.
(You don't know how to love)
"Acha. Tumhain kese pata?" He asked.
(Okay. How can you say that?)
"I know that" She said simply.
"I will ask you the same questions after some time then I will see what will be your answer" He challenged her.
"You said you don't believe in love" She reminded him.
"Right but my thinking has been changed. I have started believing in love these days" He smirked.
She didn't say anything. Just watched him silently.
"Don't you believe me?" He asked seriously.
"I didn't say that" She smiled.
They talked about how their time was spent in the hospital. They shared details with each other. They kept talking through the whole journey.
When they entered the home, Saman was watching a TV show in the lounge. She smiled as they saw them together.
"Today you both came together" Saman asked them.
"Yes! We got free at the same time" He told his mother. Saman could see the positive changes in his behavior for the past few days. She was happy that he finally found a way to live happily outside his work.
"Go freshen up. I will serve lunch" Saman asked.
"No wait. I will come and help you" Inara asked her.
"It's okay beta! You are tired don't worry. I can manage" She patted her cheek.
"Move out before mama changes her mind" Zulaid asked her playfully.
"Hush badtameez!" Saman slapped his shoulder.
As they entered their room, Zulaid pushed her behind to the door and leaned down at her face. Before she could push him away he sealed their lips together.
Eyes closed.
Heart beat faster.
...
Zulaid couldn't concentrate on the book he was holding. His whole attention was fixed on his wife who was studying on her laptop at the study desk. She was busy making an assignment.
They were getting closer, trying to be comfortable with intimacy, from sharing their thoughts to spending time with each other they were doing everything like a normal couple.
Zulaid never thought this day would ever come in his life where he would look at a woman in such a way. He never believed in love. He thought it was a waste of time in today's world. He always knew, he had to get married, he would behave nicely to his wife but love. It wasn't on his priority list.
Little did he know, he would marry her and she would become so important to him. His feelings for her were getting intense with each passing day. He wanted to see her happy and content. His eyes would fine peace everytime she came into his sight. He knew, he was going insane. He never wanted to give a woman a special place in his heart, so that she would become his weakness and destroys his peace but she entered his heart effortlessly.
After having that conversation with her that day, he felt very bad for ignoring and hurting her when she always had a soft spot for him in her heart. He literally hated himself for making her cry. He couldn't think of the days she had cried on his ignorance. If it was possible he would have gone back and treated her better.
His eyes traveled to her again. She was making cute faces while typing on the keypad.
"What happened?" He asked softly.
"I am stuck in making differential diagnosis" She replied without turning to him.
"Let me help you" He said getting up from the bed.
"You would help me?" She asked unbelievably.
His heart switched at her words and the shock she displayed on her face like it wasn't possible that he would help her.
"Yes! And please don't look at me this way. I can help you with anything you want. You don't need to be worried about anything. I am always there to help you" He said to her.
"Actually you never did before so.." She stopped speaking and looked at him.
"Get up" He asked. Inara rose up from the chair and moved behind to give him place. He sat down the chair. Then grabbed her hand and made her sit on his lap.
"So what's the topic?" He asked, going through the document she was working on.
"Chronic liver disease" She mumbled looking at the laptop screen.
"That's easy" He commented and started trying where she left.
"I will get up. It must be uncomfortable for you to use the laptop" She asked.
"No. It's not. Are you uncomfortable?" He asked pulling her legs above on the armrest to give her more space.
"No" She shook her head.
"Good" He muttered.
He completed her assignment and made her understand the reasoning behind choosing the differentials. He did go through her book to help her because medicine was different from surgery and it had been years since he actually practiced medicine or read these books.
"Is it fine?" He asked her at the end.
"Yes, thank you" She mumbled looking away. She was sitting on his lap, his face was so close to her, she couldn't look into him eyes sitting like that.
"You are always welcome sweetheart!" He kissed her cheeks.
She smiled shyly.
"What I am getting for helping you?" He asked wrapping his arms around her body and cradling her like a baby.
"What do you want?" She asked.
"You" He whispered.
"I was always yours" She chuckled lightly.
"It must be really painful for you when I used to ignore her?" He asked her out of nowhere.
She nodded sadly.
"I was a fool to do this with you and I would be always sorry for this. I can't get this thing out of my mind that I have hurt you a lot in the past" He told her unhappily.
"It's okay. You have apologized for it and I have already forgiven you. You are nice to be now that's what matters to me" She tried to ease him.
"You are such a beautiful soul. I don't deserve you at all. I am lucky to have you. Allah has blessed me with a woman like you. I am really grateful to him"
"You should be" She smiled.
"Really I am!" He kissed her both eyes one by one. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He started patting her back lightly.
"Oh I forgot one thing" She pulled back and slapped her head.
"What" He asked.
"I didn't change your name on my phone. Now that you are nice to me, it's unfair to give you an inappropriate name" She clicked her tongue and grasped her cell phone lying on the study desk.
"I am fine by that. It's not that inappropriate" He commented.
"No, it is. I am sorry if it hurts you" She apologized for literally nothing.
"Oh my darling! It's not something that can hurt me. You don't need to apologize for such small things crazy girl!" He chuckled.
"I am not crazy. You are crazy" She pushed him away.
"I am getting crazy" He emphasized on his words but she ignored, laid her head back on his shoulder and opened his contact number on her cell phone.
"Hm what should you I name you!!" She pondered.
"Anything you want" He said.
"Yes" She changed his name to Zoiâ¤ï¸.
"How is it?" She asked. He was already looking at the screen.
"Nice" He laughed at the heart emoji she put next to his nickname.
"You won't mind now if I call you Zoi!" She turned her face to him.
"Of course not! You can call me whatever you want" He caressed her arm.
"What's my name on your cell phone?" She asked curiously.
"Hm. Maybe badtameez. You loved to call me that nahi" She guessed eagerly.
"Oh my God! No" He laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" She asked.
"You"
"I ain't a joke" She minded.
"Yes! You ain't a joke but a beautiful ghazal" He played smart.
This time she laughed and grabbed his cell phone. Asked him to write the passcode but instead of doing it himself he told her his passcode.
"Why did you tell me your passcode?" She asked.
"I am sharing my life with you. Passcode isn't really a thing in front of it" He said.
"But I ain't telling mine to you"
"I never asked for it"
"Okay tell me see my contact name" She typed her number and the contact displayed on the screen with the name Nara.
"You gave me a nickname" She was excited to see it. Even if he had rejected the idea but she was sure he had named her badtameez or something like that but this nickname melted her heart.
"It has always been saved like that" He told her.
"Like always? Before our marriage?" She questioned.
"Yes" He nodded.
"Wow. I never knew that. You ain't that bad you know" She chuckled looking at the screen. He kissed her head. Her happiness made him happy.
"But it needs some editing" She edited and put the heart next to her name Naraâ¤ï¸.
"How is it now?" She turned her head at him and asked eagerly.
"Perfect" He leaned down and took her lips in a soft kiss.
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Zoi in his whipped eraðð
She was always Nara for him. Something you just can't changeð©·â¨
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