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Turning the living room silent again, Every one departed to their chambers, but there were different scenarios taking place in their rooms,
Inside Hala and Sufiyaan's bedroom, Hala took the pillow and smacked on his face. He stumbled back on her sudden attack.
"Kya pagal ho gayi ho kya, dimaag kharab hai kaisi nakli doctor ho tum kya fayda itni padhai ka" He screamed at her, setting his hair back with a glare.
(Have you gone mad, such a fake doctor you are, what's the profit of so much of learning)
"Shut up, mere profession pe mat jao, Tumhari himmat kaise hui mujhe neeche girane ki agar Karna the tou uthaya he kyu" She yelled at him, her face formed with rage, all ready to hit him again.
(don't go on my profession, How dare you to put me down, and if you wanted to do so, then why did you pick me up$
"Han tou help kar raha tha or mujhe thori pata tha ke itne bhari hogi tum, diet change karo apna" He taunted her by taking his jacket off and throwing it on the bed.
(Yeah so i was helping you, I didn't know that your were thus heavy, change your diet)
"Tum apna diet change karo, thode healthy bano, ek patli ladki nahi uthaye gaye tumse" She retorted, narrowing her eyes at him.
(you change your diet be a little healthy, you were not able to lift a thin girl)
"Patli? Bhari bharkam bori uthayi thi mene" He mocked her frowned and she dilated her eyes in shock, her jaw touching the floor hearing him.
"Allah mujhe himmat dein is jahil aadmi ko jhelne kii" Hala mumbled looking at the ceiling annoyed by her husband.
(God give me strength to handle this, illiterate Man)
"Tumhe himmat chaiye, Allah mujhe himmat de tum jesi pagal aurat pale parhi hai mere" Sufiyaan mocked her, Hala glared at him and she went inside the washroom ignoring him.
(You want strength? God give me strength, a mad woman like you is tied to me)
She so wanted to kick his butt with her heels but her foot was twisted, Sufiyaan sighed exhausted falling on his bed.
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Hayaan walked inside his room, Aairah trailing behind him slowly. He looked around his room neat and clean like he preferred, and he was sure Aairah was behind all this. She always kept their room clean.
They both were silent, Aairah stared at him for once he was removing his shoes, She opened the cupboard and placed his jacket inside neatly.
She took out a cream-colored kurta for him, knowing he wore something comfortable at night, she brought all his necessary stuff placed on the bed.
"Maine apke kapre or sara zarroori saman nikal rakha hain" Aairah broke the silence, she informed him, he looked at his stuff and just nodded his head silently, making her blow upin irritation.
( I have taken out your clothes and things)
"Robot Sikandar" She murmured inaudibly, with a bad face but gasped as she felt a tug on her dupatta, she held it from her neck surprised.
She knew Hayaan would have never held her dupatta like this, she turned around and her eyes popped out in shock, to see him grasping her dupatta in his first, his eyes stuck to her intensely.
"App yeh Kya-" She asked him in a whisper her heart raced, making her stomach flipped, blood rushed to her cheeks turning them
warm.
(What are you-)
He twisted his hand rolling her dupatta further around his hand, and pulled her close with a jerk gazing at her with his brown eyes, sending shivers down her spine, she stared at him in surprise.
"Humhe aapse kuch puche?"
(Can I ask you something?)
"Jee"
(Yes)
"Apko kahin chot tou nahi aayi neeche?" He asked her calmly as he left her dupatta, his dark eyes showing emotions, he thought she might have refused in the presence of others, but he chose to ask her again, he can't deny that he is concerned for her.
(Did you get hurt downstairs?)
"Apko Meri bahut fikar rehti hai?" She asked him nervously while playing with her fingers nervously, her heart fluttering at his questions, she built a hope.
(Do you care about me?)
"Zahir hai Meri biwi ho khayal tou hoga he Meri zimedari hain app" He told her breaking her the lost hope she had, she nodded her head amidst an ache in her heart.
(ofcource you are my wife, I will care about you, you are my responsibility)
"Mujhe apki mohhabbat ban na hai sirf zimmedari nahi" She whispered deplorably, feeling needles piercing in her heart, She fist her hands, controlling herself.
(I want to become your lover, not just responsibility)
"Jii?" Hayaan asked her, perplexed, raising brows.
"Theek hoon mein ap fikar na Karen" She responded to him politely restraining her irritation, which she doesn't want to throw at him, her eyes turned red as she was preventing her tears .
(I am fine don't worry about me)
She turned around to leave, but again she halted as felt a grip on her dupatta, she placed her hand on her chest she took a breath frowned her brows.
"Mera duppata chorein app" She said in a plain tone, without turning around, she heard a sigh from him.
(leave my scarf)
"Par-
(But)
"Par kuch nahi mera dupatta choren bas ap Hayaan" She raised her voice a bit, her tone held irritation, but still she felt restrictions, his behavior surprised her.
(No but just leave my scarf)
She turned around to say, but Hayaan raised both his hands indicating, his brows were raised in question as he had nothing, and he was surprised at her reaction, she widened her eyes and looked down to see her dupatta stuck with a bed corner, she bit her lower lips embarrassed, and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Mujhe maaf karden mujhe maloom nahi tha ke apne-" She apologized looking at him with guilt, fiddling with her fingers anxiously.
(forgive me I didn't know that you-)
"Hmm" He just hummed, nodding his head silently, Aairah frowned at his lack of concentration, which hurt her. She pulled her dupatta with force in irritation and it got torn from the corner.
"da kalma os zuma aghsabo taa zee" She muttered in her Pashto language clenching her teeth looking at Hayaan, who knitted his brows in puzzulmet rubbed his temple clueless.
(This word responsibility is getting into my nerves now)
"kya kaha aapne ?" He asked her, raising his one brow in question, Aairah glanced at his handsome face for a few seconds before replying.
(What you said?)
"kuch nahin" She answered softly without looking at him she knows if she will look into his hypnotic eyes, the words will flow down from her mouth like a river, she felt nervous by his gaze which lasted long on her.
(Nothing)
"No I heard something tell me what you said?" He asked her in a cold tone, his face turned serious, she enlarged her eyes at his sudden change of expression.
'No it was just like that" She replied in a slow tone, scared playing with her dupatta, her heart racing.
She felt as if her breath was stuck in her throat, when he took slow intimidated steps towards her, she took her steps back, with their eyes locked intensely, She gasped when her back touched the wall behind, He placed his hand beside her head on the wall.
Hayaan was surprised by his own behavior, how her eyes are forcing him to look deep into her, He was allured by her, her floral fruity scent was keeping him insane, his closeness was affecting him.
"Apne Pashto me meri burayi ki hai na? Agar mene apni language me bola tou ap bhi confused ho jayenge so tell me"
(You have talked bad about me in Pashto, If I say something in my language you will be confused as well)
"I can understand Punjabi" She answered him back proudly. He chuckled softly as he raised his one brow, a smirk made its way to his face and she was astonished by his response .
"Begum aap shayad bhool rahe hai mein sirf Punjabi nahi bolta, I know the other languages as well" He told her, staring at her, she raised her brown surprise at his nickname for her, she felt her heart fluttered she bit her lower lip..
(Wife you are forgetting that I just don't speak one language)
"Jese?" She whispered as blood rushed to her cheeks, with him so close to her, she felt butterflies in her stomach with their position. She always wanted to experience this moment after reading novels.
"Birinin gözlerine bakıp kaybolmanın nasıl bir Åey olduÄunu hiç bilmiyordum"
(I never knew how it was to look in someone's eyes and get lost)
He whispered in his turkey language leaning down his head a bit close to her ear, she clutched her dupatta tightly, shiver ran down her spine, as his warm minty breath touched her cheeks and her eyes shut .
She heard the bathroom door open her eyes, placed her hand on her heart and released her breath which she had been holding for a while.
"Ya Allah ye ko Kya hogya tha aj, or kya bolke gayen hain" She whispered, shocked she wiped her face as it was a bit sweaty and composed herself before running out of her room scared by her husband's different demeanor.
(Oh god what happened to him today and what he said)
The whole family gathered in the living room for the dinner, everyone was already seated. Aairah was coming from the kitchen with the butlers guiding them to put plates and food with jugs of water.
Hayaan stared at her for once but she was busy work, He saw her hair tied in a side braid, without a tint of makeup, she looked flawless in simple blue attire, the only silver jhumka jingling in her ear, some of her bangs falling on her face, he seem to be felt difficult to avert his eyes off from her wife.
"Baithja kudi apne shohar naal, naukaran iha kam kar lange" Her Dadi chided her as she did not like her working when everyone was sitting, Aairah looked her with a sheepish smile nodded her head she liked working for her family.
(Sit down girl with your husband, servants will do the work)
She moved to sit but all the chairs were taken. She was about to leave to get a chair, as they were placed at the corner, but Hayan got up from his seat abruptly and pulled his chair for her.
"Sit here" He told her as his eyes were on her all the while, rest of them smiled at them.
"Lekin app?"
(but you)
"App tou pehle bethen" He told her politely, warmth spread in her heart, she sat down on his place, he asked a servant to bring an extra chair, he placed beside Aairah's chair and got comfortable on that, and they were so close their shoulders were almost touching.
(First you sit down)
Everyone started with the food, Sufiyaan had to help his wife unwantedly as she was not able to reach, she eyed him to pass the tray of biryani but he ignored her.
"Sufiyan jee Kya aap mujhe biryani pass kardnege please? mera hath nahi jayega" She said out loudly in a honey-coated tone, making him almost cough.
(Sufiyaan can you pass me that biryani)
"Yeh chudail kabse mujhe itni Izzat Dene lag gayi" He thought with a frown but then glared at her knowing her move, he was amazed how she put up an innocent face blinked her lashes he sighed and placed the dish beside her.
(since when this witch started giving me respect)
After that Hala kept irritating him asking for dishes, he had to pass her things with a forced smile in the presence of their family, he had to put on the happy couple act.
"Aww- Bhai kitne sweet hai na bhabhi" Mahira asked, adoring them with a smile, the couple exchanged glances.
(Brother is so sweet bhabhi)
"Haan kuch zyada he sweet hai tumhare bhai" she replied with a taunt, eyeing the rest of family members.
(Yeah he is very sweet)
"Agar Ab kuch bola tou yeh pani ka glass tumhare muh par hoga" He warned her Hala leaning close to her, She gasp with sudden closeness her heart skipped a beat but composed herself and took a breath.
(Now if you said something, this glass of water will be on your face)
"Or agar tumhe yeh kiya tou wou daal ka bowl tumhare sar par hoga samjhe" She alerted him with a fake smile, taking a bite of biryani.
(And if you tried it, can you see the bowl of Daal will be on your head)
Here he was forced to but Haayan was sitting still as he didn't have a habit of serving himself.
Aairah saw him, so she got up, leaving her food in the middle, and she knew what he liked so she served him and kept the food on his plate, he was satisfied without asking him she gave him the meal he wanted.
He took a bite of korma and closed his eyes relishing the taste, it was savory suiting his taste buds, then he saw the tempting dessert his favorite so he took a bite not able to control himself. .
"Chef ne aj jo yeh gajar ka halwa banaya hai kitna lazeez banaya hai, lajawab, aise he best chef thori hai wou koi asani se nai lasakta aisa zaika khane me, ek dam sahi mikdaar me meetha" Hayaan said out not being able to stop himself, puting the spoon of dessert in his mouth rest of them were surprised as he never let out like this before, and they smile.
(The desserts chef cooked today it so delicious, that's the reason he is called as best chef, this type of taste , the correct amount of sweetness"
"Aj dessert apki biwi ne banaya hai" Mahira told him with a tease, Hayaan coughed as a bite stuck him his eyes enlarged, Aairah handed him the water immediately.
(Today's dessert is cooked by your wife)
"Areh aisi bhi kya ho gaye tumhare he biwi hain khana acha Banti hai woh" His mother said playfully at his reaction, Aairah was delighted that he enjoyed her food, but a bit upset at the same time as he didn't praise her.
(Hey what happened, she's your wife only, and she makes good food)
"Chef ki tareef kar sakte hai aur apni biwi ki nai had hai, kharoos Robot kahin ke" Aairah murmured digging fork into a chapati, Hayaan who was beside heard her unfortunately he was surprised at his nickname she gave him.
(He can praise the chef but not his wife)
"kharoos Robot me?" He muttered shocked to himself, he never thought he would hear such endearment from her innocent wife.
Zeeshan was busy adding as much food as he could on his plate making his father scold him, but he didn't listen to him.
"Bas kardo Zeeshan khana bhag ke nai ja raha kahin" He mocked him, with a bad face.
(Stop it zeeshan the food is not running away)
"Baba aap ko mana nahi hai aap bhi khayen Meri khane pe nazar na lagayen" He responded to his father nonchalantly, narrowing his eyes at him.
(Dad no one is stopping you, you can eat too, stop putting evil eye on my food)
"Yeh Khota mera beta nahi ho sakta" His father mocked him with a frown on his face, shaking his head.
(This donkey can't be my kid)
"Mujhe bhi yehi Lagta hai baba, mein tou itna piyara hoon or app dekho buzurg-" Zeeshan blurted out earning a glare from his father who was about to scream at him.
(I also feel the same, I am so sweet and look at you oldie-)
"Bas kardo ap donk bad me kar lena yeh behas mujhe baat karni hai" His wife halted him, he sighed and smacked Zeeshan's head and walked to his room, with his father and mother.
(Stop it you two, argue on this afterwards, I have talk)
Shahveer has a different equation with his son. With Hayaan they talk only for business related work, they do respect each other but they are quite formal with each other because Hayaan has his own reasons for that.
And after what he has done with sufiyan getting him married to Hala without his interest in her, his equation is different with him.
His whole teasing and scolding session is with Zeeshan, and they share a different kind of bond.
"Hayaan puttar khane ke bad mere kamre vich ayo tere naal kuch baat karni hai" His grandmother ordered him, exchanging looks with his mother she blinked her eyes. He was confused but agreed.
(Hayaan after you are done with the food come in my room, I have to talk to you)
"Ek khushkhabri hai" Their mother announced, Zeeshan coughed loudly and Both Hayaan and Sufiyaan snapped their heads to their wives in shock.
(There is a good news)
"Begum?" He questioned Aairah, she widened her eyes at his act, she gulped nervously she was dumbfounded how he could even ask her that, it was impossible for them at the moment .
"Biwi? humane tou kuch kiya he nai abtak" He asked Hala, shocked she glared at him, hit her foot on his, making him hiss.
(wife we even haven't done anything)
"Muh band karo badtameez" She warned him, showing him the knife, threatening him.
(Shut your mouth idiot)
"Mubarak ho, is umar me maa humhe phirse bhai bana rahi hai" Zeeshan said playful grinning, then earning a slap on his back from her mother.
(Congratulation in this age mom is making us brothers again)
"Chup kar nalayak kuch bhi bolta hai" She chided him, throwing her slipper on him he hissed.
(Shut up idiot, you are speaking nonsense)
"Agar yeh nahin Tou Kya news hai" He asked his mother, rolling his eyes, rubbing his head.
(If not this, then what is the good news?)
"Tumhari nani maan gayi hain ane ke liye tumhare nikah mein isliye ab tumhara nikah bohat shandaar tareeke se hoga saadgi se nai" His mother throw a bomb at him, As her grandmother was not well so they held the marriage simple with few relatives holding the marriage secretly but hearing her he was shocked.
(Your grandmother agreed to come in your wedding, so that's why now your wedding will happen in a grandway not in a simple way)
How will he get married to Noor then, in that posh type of wedding it was very difficult for him the whole media will be there as well now, how will he handle this wedding.
"Ami whats the need of doing all this, I'm not interested in this grand wedding, I want to do a simple Nikaah" He argued his face turned solemn suddenly and his family were surprised at his reaction.
"Kya maqsad, ab tou aise he hogi shadi, mere laadle bete ki shaadi itni pheeki nai, function hum simple karlenge par nikaah tou bara he hoga" His mother declared leaving no room for argument.
(what you mean, now the will happen only this way, it's my most pampered child wedding)
"Or kal hum sab shopping pe jayenge, including you both" She ordered then and pointed at Hayaan and Sufiyaan.
(And we are going for shopping tomorrow)
"But-"
"No buts, take a leave for a week, do work from home if you want but I want all members to be present and part of this wedding, areh ghar ki akhri shaadi hai sab chahiye mujhe sath mein" She commanded, with a hard face, challenging them to deny Sufiyaan somehow agreed.
Hayaan was shocked, He can't stay without doing his work, it's difficult for him to stay at home, to be precise around his wife for the whole seven days. He won't be able to take it.
"Ami ap jaanti hai me ghar me nai Beth sakta party ke clients Milne aate hai mujhe kaam hota hai bohat, har jagah ki khabar rakhni hoti hai mujhe " He responded and tried to negotiate, his mother give him a look and made a plain face.
(Mom you know I can't stay at home, clients come to meet me, I have a lot of work, I have to get knowledge about everything.)
"Apni Mama ke ke liye itne bhi nai karsakte tum, theke jo marzi karo akhir mein hoon kon tumhari" She said emotionally, playing her motherly card shaking her head, he sighed and rolled her eyes at her act.
(Can't you do this for your mother, fine do whatever you can, after all who I am to you)
"This is blackmailing Mama" He said in a disbelieving tone, he can clearly see that she is forcing him, But not hearing anything from her he sighed.
"Maan jayen na mama kitni mayoos hogayi hain" Aairha told him innocently blinking her eyes, he always gets amazed by her innocence, she didn't even understand how his mother was acting.
(Accept it no, see mom is so upset)
"Acha bas mein reh lunga ghar pe, ap ajkal yeh faltu ke serials dekhna band karden" Hayaan told her folded his arms around shaking his head at her dramatic behavior.
(Fine I will stay at home, and you stop watching these stupid serials)
"yeh hui na ache bachon wali baat" His mother chipped, her eyes gleamed cupping his face affectionately he blinked his eyes and smiled slightly.
(This is like a good boy)
Then she went to her room, wishing them good night , and ordered them to get ready tomorrow for shopping.
Zeeshan was anxious, he frowned his brows, rubbed his hand on his face, stressed, thinking how to put his plan into motion, as he could feel all his plans getting ruined.
"What's wrong with him, shouldn't he feel delighted about this whole scenario." Hayan questioned sufiyan. while eying Zeehan, who walking front and back ruffling his hair.
"Yeah, he doesn't even remember his wife's name, it's not normal" Sufiyaan seconded him, rubbing his neck, both exchanged glances walking towards him.
Sufiyan pushed him backwards, he was surprised and confused at the same time, fell back on the sofa, Hayaan sat on his right side? throwing his leg on another one, and sufiyan takes place on his left.
"Tell us what's going on with you" Sufiyaan asked him with his tone a bit raised with a serious look on his face.
"What do you mean it's nothing" He asked, avoiding their eyes, scratching his temple, as he lied to his brothers for the first time ever, and he was feeling guilty about it.
"Out with it now Zeeshan or I have more ways you know it very well" Hayaan warned him in a cold tone, taking a knife from a fruit basket and placing it on the table in front of them.
Zeeshaan snapped his head at his brother in shock, Hayaan's face formed a stern expression, his eyes without any emotion, he leaned back on the sofa folding his arms around his chest.
Zeeshan turned his face to Sufiyaan, He gave him a hard glare, taking off his slipper, cautioning him Zeeshan windend his eyes.
"Theke mein bol raha hoon, darana band karo aap dono mujhe, Dar-darta nahi hoon mein samjhe" Zeeshan let out rubbing his face, and stammered at last, nervous because of his two brothers.
(Fine I am speaking, stop scaring me you both I am not scared got it)
Hayaan cleared his throat and Aairah turned her head, they both exchanged glances, he gave her a nod and she understood that they want some alone brotherly time.
"Let's get inside, give them alone time" She said looking at Hala and Mahira who both agreed, Hala got up with the help of two girls, they dropped her inside the room.
"Ap kahan bhabhi jaan?" Mahira asked, raising her brows, with her hand on her hips, playfully as Aairah was going inside the kitchen she knitted her brows.
"Unke liye coffee bana ne, unko chahiye hoti hai is time" She answered her nonchalant, well aware of her husband's habits, and she likes working for him.
(I am going to make coffee for him, he want or have it at this time)
"Apne unke liye mulazim bana denge coffee tu chal mere sath" Mahira claimed with teasy grin.
(For your him, servant will make it, you come with me)
"Par unko mere haath ki achi lagti hai Mahi" Aairah argued with a cute pout, looking at Mahira who rolled her eyes as her best friend.
(But he like it from my hands)
"Chalo hum phir kitchen me baatein karlenge" she held Aairah's arm and pulled her towards the kitchen for some gossip session of these two best friends Aairah laughed at her eagerness.
(Fine we will char inside the kitchen only)