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The occasional barking of faraway dogs broke the silence of the night. The sky was aglow with bright city lights. The moon above had reached its apex and shone silvery light down.
Sikandar Villa was hushed, Everybody seemed to be occupied in their own world, But in Zohra Sikandar's room who happened to be the grandmother of Sikandar's heirs, it was echoed with chattering sound of her and her daughter-in- law Yasmeen Sikandar, they were giggling and discussing about few stuff Related to Hayaanaand Aairah.
Hayaan walked into the room, they stopped abruptly, he furrowed his brows in perplexity and at the same time suspicious emotions crept inside him, he was sure they were up to something but why to hide from him.
"Kya hua, apne mujhe bulaya dado koi baat hai Kya." He asked them politely, assuming they wanted to discuss something about Zeeshan's wedding, or some other stuff related to finances.
(what happened? You called me, is there anything wrong)
"Beth idhar puttar menu teri ek baat behad kharab lagi hai aj tou me teri bohat dant lagane wali hoon" She chided him, with a bad face, tapping on the bed beside him to sit, Hayaan exchange looks with his mother, she shrugged her shoulder playfully.
(Sit here son, your one thing have upset me, and i am going to scold you so bad)
"Dado meri koi baat buri lag gayi hai kya apko, agar aisa hai tou mujhe maaf kar dein, meri kya galti hai mujhe batayen" He responded with much respect for her, as he sat beside her, took her hand, She slightly smile at her favorite grandchild.
(is there something about me you that upset you, if so them I am sorry tell what's my fault)
"Tu jo meri bahu ke sath kar raha hai wou bilkul sahi nai hai, tujhe kya lagta hai humhe samjh nai ata ke kuch pareshani hai tumdono ke beech, tu usay dhang se baat bhi nahi kartac kitna dukhi hoti hogi meri bachi, tu us par dhyan nahi deta, par wou sab nazarandaz karti hai, sab ek muskurahat se sehti hai, kisi se kuch nahi kehti" His grandmother chided him, her face formed in disappointment, Hayaan felt an ache in his hearing her, he thought she was okay, and he blamed himself that he didn't figured if out what she must be going through.
(what you are doing with my daughter-in-law is not correct, what do you think? We don't know that there is something wrong between the two of you? You don't even talk to her properly, how saddened my daughter must be, you're not attentive to her yet she looks over it, endures everything with a smile, and stays silent throughout.)
"We get it that you married to her because I said so, but now she is your wife, uska pura haq hai tumpe jo tum usay nai derahe ho, pehle mujhe laga ke tum thore reserved ho is liye nai khul parahe lekin bohat mahine ho chuke hai tumhari shadi ko, pr wou apna sab kuch chor ke yahan ayi hai, sabse ziada usay tumse umeed hai, kya tum do lafz usay pyaar se nai bol sakte." His mother attempted to put sense into his brain, with a bad face. She loved Aairah like her own daughter and she will never put up with what he is doing with her as his own son as well.
(She has full right on you, which you are not giving her, first we thought that you are a bit reserved, so you are unable to open up, but months have passed to your marriage, she has left her everything and came here, she have high hopes with you, can't you even speak few words of love to her)
"Mein jaanti hoon tum bhi usay pasand karte, aur peeche kyu hat rahe ho, apni maa ki waja se, yeh bhi mujhe maloom hai,jo tumhare maa ke sath hua zaroori nai tumhare sath bhi ho, Tum waise nahi ho tum kabhi kisi ko dukh pahucha hai nai sakte, Ateet ma rahoge tou kabhi aagay nai barh paoge mere bache uske ek mauke deke ke tou dekh " His grandmother spoke,trying to make a point, making him understand, cupping his face, he fist his hand knowing where this conversation was going and never want he took a breath he was sure Aairah could never hurt him but he can he have the genes of that man, he can't trust himself.
(I know that even you like her, and why are you backing off, because of your mother I know that, what happened with your mother doesn't mean it will happen with you too, you are not like that, you can never hurt someone, if you will stay in the past then you can never move on, at least try to give her a chance my child)
But after hearing them a sense of realization hit him that he was being selfish, he thought he was protecting her from getting hurt thinking about future, but she was already getting hurt in that process, it has been 6 months to their wedding what must be she going through with his behavior, he never thought about her, he sighed running his hand through his hair, he should have thought about this before she was enduring it all along silently, with a smile, never even speaka word to him.
"Mein poori koshish karunga ke mein uske sath achay se baat karun, unpe poori tawaju dun, not because you guys said so, kyunki wou yeh sab deserve karti hai uska haq hai jo usay milna chahiye" He whispered to the both ladies not meeting his eyes guilty for his behavior, so what if he can't give love to her, but he can show care, or at least talk nicely with her.
(I will try my best to keep my behavior good with her, be attentive to her, because she deserves all of this, and it's her right.)
"Tujhe pata bhi hai kaise dekhi hai woh tujhe un masoom piyari nazron se "
(do you even know how she gazes you, with her innocent eyes)
"Kaise?" He questioned his grandmother, curious who shook her head as her stupid grandson held her head.
(How?)
"Jaise mein tere Dada jee ko dekhti hoon pyaar bhari nazron se, jese ek shaks he hai duniya me, uski ankhen chamak jaati hai tujhe dekhe ke, khota kahin ka itna bhi nahi maloom" She replied with a grin, slapped his shoulder playfully, and a little smile came on his face, his ears turn red. He avoided eye contact with his grandmother.
(Just the way I stare at your grandfather, with love filled eyes, like that only that person in whole world, her eyes get shimmered staring at you, stupid you don't even know this.
"Yeh jo muskrahat aayi hai uska naam sunke, ab bhi kahoge ke tum usse mohabbat nahi karte?" Her mother asked him, she could easily read her son's eyes and she was sure that he was madly in love with her. The way he gazes at her it's not hidden from him, she could read his face any day.
(A smile came your lips hearing her name, still you would say that you don't love her)
"Kya hum is baare me baat na Karen Ami please" He requested rubbing his temple with fingers, as he got anxious with this topic, his mother sighed, shaking his head but at the same time she hid her smile knowing that he didn't deny it.
(can we not talk about this mom please)
After Mahira, I gossiped about our Marriage life, where she told me about some tricks to make a husband, so he can come running to me. I rolled my eyes at her and laughed.
"Are you mad aise kuch nai hota, agar shohar aap se mohabbat karta hai tou yeh sab cheezein Karene ki zaroorat nai hoti" I explained to her my point she frowned and placed her hand on her hip.
(There is nothing like that, if a husband loves her wife then you don't have to do such things)
"Areh me sach kehrahi tum bohat bholi ho, or bhai bohat shameeli isliye me kehrahi hun, tum thora tayar shayar hokar behto unke samne, shohar logon ko achi lagti hai yeh baat, or agar bhai baat na Karen to ignore karo unko, dekho kaise piche aate hai tumhare, mene bhi aise hi kiya tha or jhangir agay peechay ghoom rahe thay mere, trust me I am more experienced in this marriage thingy samjhi, or thora hath wagera pakro unka kissi wissi karo kya nayi dhulhan ki tarah sharmati rehti ho college me tou aisi nai thii tum" She ranted in one go, at the she even slapped my back, I was shocked with her words, how can she even say this openly.
(Hey i am saying truth, you are too naive, and very shy, that's why i am saying, sit in front of after getting ready, husbands like all this, and if he doesn't talk to you, ignore him then see how he ran behind you, hold his hand, give him some kisses, why are you keep shying like a new bride, you were not like this in college)
I peeked around to see anyone heard us or what, I could feel my cheeks turning warm with the thoughts, how can I touched him or kiss him no way, what if he gets angry, or unki piyaari shakal shakal dekh ke me kaise unko ignore karun.
"Nai mein aise koi bewakoofi nai Karne wali samjhi aayi bari mujhe advice Dene wali" I denied staring at playfully, Mahira glared at her, and sighed at her stubborn best friend.
(No I am not gonna do this stupidity understand,)
"Toh kese kareeb laao gi bhai ko apne haan? Aise dono chupke chupke dekh kar, mein tou baat karte hue bhi nai dekhti, aj take tum dono jesa boring and goonga couple nai dekha mene" She taunted me, I enlarged my eyes my jaws touched at floor hearing her how can she say that we are boring and how does he looked at me what she mean.
(So how will you get closer to your brother, like this staring at him sneakingly? I don't even see you guys talking, I haven't seen such mute and boring couple like you.)
"kaise dekhte hain woh mujhe" I asked her, raising my brows in question, curious as I thought he only ignored me sadu Robot Sikandar.
(How he looked at me?)
"Tune itni baton mein yeh suna pagli kahin ki" She said, rolling her eyes, and holding her head, I pouted sadly, pouring the coffee into the mug, and glared at her.
(You only heard this in whole conversation mad)
"Acha theek Meri maa batai Hoon, wou apko aise dekhte hai jese tum unki ankon ka sukoon ho, Aise dehte gai jese Mama baba dekhti hai pyaar bhari nazron se, Mohabbat se" She replied with a smirk.
(Fine I will tell you, he stares at you like you are like peace to his eyes, He stares at you like mom looked at my father with lovable eyes.)
Par wou tou mujhse mohhbat nai karte, tou kaise dekhnege wesi nazron se, shayad Mahi ko kuch galat laga hai.
(But he doesn't love me, so how can he stare at me that way, maybe she is mistaken.)
"Kahan kho gayii"
(Where are you lost)
"Kahi nahin, abhi chod yeh batein me samjh gayi chal warna coffee thandi hojayegi." I said diverting the topic, she narrowed her eyes at me quite understand.
(Nothing leave that topic, I understood, lets go or this coffee will turn cold)
We both walked upstairs as Zeeshan met us in between he told us that Hayan is in dado's room Mahira pushed the door inwards as I had tray in my hand with Hayaan's coffee, I entered inside by Mahira, but frowned as they stopped taking we walked in, and Hayan's was avoiding eye contact, making me suspicious were they hiding something?
"Wou app neeche nai thay tou mein yeh aagyi coffee lekar" I informed him handing the cup to him, he nodded his head stretched his hand to take the cup from me.
(you were not downstairs so I brought coffee here)
Our hands brushed in the process, giving me tingles. I tucked my hair behind my ear, staring at him, he took a sip locking his eyes at me, don't know why I felt shy because of his gaze it had something different.
"So bhai kesi lagi coffee, apki biwi ke hathon ki" Mahira let out with a teasy grin making me and anxious and he removed his eye off me with a awkwardness, he give a nod to her, making me sigh.
(So how's the coffee of your wife'a hand)
But I noticed Dado and Mama giving him a glare, he shook his head looking at them, I was confused with their secret talking.
"Achi hai" He replied making me shocked I snapped my head at him is the first time he gave me a compliment, a smile came on my face, He peak at my face for once I noticed his ears turned red, he rubbed his neck staring at the floor.
(It's good)
He is blushing? Nahi kharoos Robot de yeh umeed nai karsakti mein.
"Bas achi bhai? how mean itni garmi me Aairah ne yeh banayi hai mehnat se" Mahira cribbed at him with a bad face, I gave her a shut up look she was making me embarrassed now.
(Only good? How mean, she made it with so much of hard work in this heat)
"Han puttar sachi sachi bol kesi lagi" Dodo chided him, he gave her a look, she showed him eyes, this is now making me irritating seriously?
(Yeah child tell honestly how's it)
They are keeping secrets from me.
"Han bola na bhai" she repeated Hayan gave her a serious look she frowned.
(Yeah say it)
"Mahi" Stop teasing them, come with me baby I will walk you to your room" Muma said gesturing to her to move out, saving her from my husband's scoldings she patted my cheek before leaving.
"Kuch chupa rahe hai aap log mujhse? Mujhse secrets Sachi dado, mein to ap ki laaldi thi na" I cribbed looking at my grandmother she sniggered shaking her head, I could feel his gaze on me but I didn't look at him.
(Are you guys hiding something from me? secrets from me? I was your beloved dado)
"Nahi meri laado aisa kuch nahi hai idhar aa beth" She said her face held an affection for me; she held my hand and made me sit beside her on the left side; Hayaan was on the right side.
(No my beloved child, there is nothing like that. Come here sit)
She took his hand and placed my hand on his. As our hands touched, I could feel a current passing through my body.
I lifted my lashes and looked at him, and to my surprise, he was already staring at me. I averted my gaze, feeling shy, with his new-found attention on me.
"Mujhe tujhse kuch maangna hai. Maang loon? De gi?" She asked, her eyes filled with hope. I knitted my brows, so did Hayaan.
(I have something to ask of you. Should I ask? Will you give it to me?)
"Dado ap tou hukam karen, mere bas mein hoga toh me dedungi."
(Grandmother, just order; if it's within my power, I'll give it to you.)
"Haan toh mujhe bas ek pota ya Poti dede laado," she said, caressing my hair.
(Then just give me a granddaughter or grandson, my beloved child!)
"Han tou theek he dedungi," I said in a flow, with a grin. Hayaan looked at me in shock; his eyes dilated, then I enlarged my eyes in realization as I saw her. She had a huge grin on her face, her eyes twinkling.
(Okay, sure, I will give it to you.)
"Sachii Meri bachi khush reh," she said, beaming with happiness, cupping my face and kissing my forehead.
(Really? Stay happy, my child!)
"Nahi dado wo-"
(No grandmother, that-)
"Kya nahi degi?" She questioned me back with a hint of sadness. I shook my head.
(Won't you give it to me?)
"Haan par-"
(Yes but-)
"Han toh bas par war kuch nahi bas ab tum dono mujhe par-dadi banado." She said, looking at both of us, Hayaan didn't say anything, making me scared. I was confused about how to take the situation under control.
(Yes, that's it, nothing more; you two just make me a great grandmother.)
"Dado mein tayar hoon ap unse baat karlo, mujhe dar lagta hai unse," I whispered in her ear, scared with my husband as he was staring at me like he would eat me alive.
(Grandmother, I am ready, but talk to him. I am scared of him.)
"Tu darata kyun hai meri bachi ko, aur Aairah tayar hai usne mujhe bola hai bas ab tu bhi kam pe lagja khota kahin ka." She chided him with a pat on his back.
(Why do you scare my daughter and Aairah is ready, she has told me, just start working now, vicious man!)
I was shocked and embarrassed at the same time. How can she say this to him? I was wishing for the earth to swallow me.
"Dado." He took her name with aghast; his eyes widened, his ears red, and so was his neck. He rubbed his face and took a deep breath. He stared at me. I immediately looked at the floor, as it was the most interesting thing in that moment.
(Grandmother)
"Dado mujhe dadu ke liye milk garam karna hai me jaati hun wou aate honge bas library se." I gave her an excuse and ran from there quickly, not able to face him.
(Grandmother, I have to heat milk for Grandpa. I'll go. He'll be coming from the library.)
I walked inside the kitchen, taking a deep breath and scolding myself, "Ya khudaya kya zaroorat thi aise bolne ki mujhe, kya soch rahe honge mere baare me."
(Oh God, what was the need for me to speak like that? What would he think about me?)
I shook my head and shrugged my thoughts. Opening the fridge, I took out the glass jug filled with milk, poured it into the pan, switched on the gas, and placed it on the stove to let it get warm.
"So tayyar ho Aap haan?" I flinched hearing his voice, which wasn't cold as I thought he might be angry. I placed my hand on my heart and turned around to look at him; he was leaning his back on the door with his feet crossed and his hand folded around his chest.
(So you are ready, huh?)
His deep brown eyes stuck on me, his black hair messed up, and the sleeves of his kurta rolled up. He was looking so attractive, making me lose my breath. I stave off my eyes, feeling my cheeks burning.
"Apne mujhe dara diya Hayaan," I said, taking a breath. After composing myself, my heart still racing, I turned around as the milk was almost boiling, placing the pan on a slab. My hands were shivering a bit around him.
(You scared me, Hayaan.)
I gasped suddenly when I felt his hand around me on the slab, his front almost pressing to my back. I gulped nervously, his warm breath touched my cheek, and I bit my lips nervously.
"Relax, I was just switching off the gas. You forgot to turn it off," he whispered, and I realized I forgot about it, and then I bobbed my head, but he didn't move his hand, nor did he touch me.
"Itna darti kyun ho aap mujhse?" He asked. I could feel the heaviness in his tone. I turned around only to feel my back touching the slab behind me. He was two inches apart from me. His hands were placed on the slab, trapping me. I could feel his breath and his manly scent filling in my nostrils, making me almost feel dizzy. His intense gaze was on my face. I didn't even look at him.
(Why are you so afraid of me?)
He seems to be different.
"Nazrein idhar meri taraf karo, aur batao darti kyu ho mujhse? Maine aisa kiya kya he?" He ordered his tone with seriousness, but it was soft at the same time.
(Look at me and tell me why you are afraid of me. Have I done something?)
I fidgeted with my dupatta, still not looking at him. What should I tell him? I gasped when I felt his index finger under my chin; he lifted up my face, and I enlarged my eyes as for the first time he had touched my face.
I stared at him with my black eyes, his brown ones locked into mine; it felt surreal the closeness we were sharing; it made my heart flutter, and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. A sense of pleasure crept inside.
"Kuch kahogi ke aise dekhti rahogi?" he whispered.
(Will you say something or keep looking like this?)
"Agar mein ne bataun tou ap aise he mujhe dekhte rahenge apni nazrein nai hatayege?" I asked him in a whisper, not taking my eyes off him.
(If I don't tell you, will you just keep looking at me like this? Won't you look away?)
"Puri raat dekhta rahunga aise he." He challenged, rolling his tongue in his mouth. I could feel him smirking a bit. I raised my brows in surprise; he is even teasing me now.
(I will watch like this all night.)
"Mujhe dar nahi lagta apse wou bas-"I tried to speak nervously under his heated gaze, feeling warm.
(I am not afraid of you. That's just-)
"Wou bas Kya?" He questions back, immediately raising his eyebrow. I fist my dupatta tightly. How to say to him that- "Apki shakal hi darawani Lagti hai mujhe, tou kaise na darun."
(What that's just?)
(Your face looks scary to me, so why should I not be scared?)
"Ap aise mujhe na dekhen or hatiye na please," I whispered to him, anxiously chewing my lower lip.
(Please don't look at me like that and go away.)
"Kyu Kya mein aapko uncomfortable feel karwa raha hoon?" He raised a question with inquisitive eyes; I shook my head immediately. How could he think that he would never make me uncomfortable?
(Why? Am I making you feel uncomfortable?)
"Nahi aap mujhe nervous karahe hai." I told him abruptly but then stared at the other side in shyness. He moved back from me, and I sighed and released my breath, which I was holding.
(No, you are making me nervous)
"So mere nazdeek aane se apko koi Masla nahi hai?"
(So you don't have a problem with me coming near you?)
"Nahin," I replied with a smile, shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly.
(No)
"Nahi?" He questioned again with one brow raised. I widened my eyes as realization hit me what I said in a flow.
(No?)
"Areh-Mera-matlab-haan" I fumbled with words playing with my hands nervously. What is wrong with him today, sar pe chot lagi hai Kya inko?
(Hey, I mean, yes)
"Matlab masla hai mere nazdeek aane se?"
(Means you have a problem with me coming near you?)
"Ap aaj itna alag kyu behave karahe ho, kisi ne apko kuch bola hai kya? Ap aise kyu achank kareeb aake baten karahe hai," I asked him curiously. This question was eating me; he always used to get away from me, but now he wants to come near.
(Why are you behaving so differently today? Did someone say something to you? Why are you suddenly talking so casually?)
It's not that I don't want it, but I am confused; I just want to know the reason.
"I know I am 6 months late to say this, but I have thought about this, and I have realized that my behavior would have hurt you, which I never intended. Yes, I said I couldn't give you the love, but I snatched you the right to even communicate or to get comfort from me as a person to live with. I know, my distant behavior was truly wrong." He stared but stopped in between, then continued again.
"I will change this not suddenly but slowly, we can give this a marriage a chance, we can build this relationship with care, trust, and a little bit of comfort and respect around each other; every relationship doesn't require love, right? We can be as husband and wife. We can be in a healthy relationship with mutual understanding and communication." He let out in a soft tone his face blank, but his eyes shone with so much emotion, his eyes reflecting comfort and affection.
I was dumbfounded. My heart skipped a beat at his words. I never thought he would say this, but a feeling of satisfaction ran inside me seeing him speak about it and give it a chance. I was happy he chose this solution, but a small part of my heart hoped for love, and I will win his love for me one day.
"Only if you agree," he said and waited for my answer. I smiled softly and hummed as my heart was at peace and happy. I could feel his eyes twinkling with ears turned pink and looking downwards.
"Aairah"
"jee?"
(Yes?)
"Aj halwa bohat acha bana tha dubara zaroor bana na." He whispered, slowly staring at me, and I snapped my head at him, flabbergasted because he praised me for the first time. My cheeks burned and my stomach flipped.
(The halwa you made today was very good, make it again.)
"Ap nashte me kya khayenge?" I asked about changing the topic. He is on holiday for a week; he used to wake up before me, so I never get to see him or ask him.
(What will you eat for breakfast?)
"Wohi jo sab khayenge," he replied and shrugged. I smiled and shook my head.
(The one that everyone will eat.)
"Wou ap nahi kha payenge, Zeeshan ko tou paratha pasand hai, Sufiyaan bhai or papa bread with jam khate hai, dado or dadu chai ke sath kabhi Anda or bread, or mama tou sirf chai peeti hai apko tou heavy cheezen nai pasand subha subah." I informed him with a shrug and turned to pour the warm milk into the glass, which I forgot.
(You won't be able to eat that. Zeeshan likes paratha, Sufyan Bhai and Papa eat bread with jam, Grandpa and Grandma sometimes have eggs and bread with tea, and Uncle only drinks tea. You don't like heavy things in the morning.)
"Itna jaanti ho mere baare mein?" He questioned in disbelief. I didn't respond because he thinks that I have known him for about six months; what about the two years I have lived in love with him?
(Do you know that much about me?)
"Kal meri important breakfast meeting hai." He informed me, in a serious tone, with a sigh I made a bad face as I presumed he would spend some time with family.
(I have an important breakfast meeting tomorrow.)
"Pucho gi nai Kiske saath?"
(You won't ask with whom?)
"Kiske sath?" I questioned him, rolling my eyes as if I'm interested in his political clients. I poured the milk slowly into the glass as it was hot.
(With whom?)
"Aap Ke saath"
(With you)
"Allah," I hissed as my hand got disbalanced because of the sudden shock. The warm milk fell on the back of my palm, but it didn't burn my skin, thanks to God, as milk was not that hot but it left redness on my sensitive skin.
"Jee?" I asked him in shock, and my eyes enlarged.
(What?)
"Areh Theek hain aap? Dhiyaan kahan pe the apka? Ziada toh nai jala?" Hayan exclaimed panic formed from his face mixed with conceren, his eyes checking my wound.
(Hey, are you okay? Where was your focus? Did you burn too much?)
He grabbed my hand softly and dragged me near the sink to let the water pour on my hand. He didn't realize it, but I did. His one hand was around my waist, sending shivers down my body. I felt his thumb stroking my skin softly. I composed myself, admitting the racing heartbeat, and said.
"Aisi baatein sunne ki aadat nahi hai na mujhe tou bas shock lag gaya." I blurted out as an unsaid feeling washed over me; it was mixed with happiness or sadness. I wasn't sure; he looked at me with his reflecting tenderness.
(I'm not used to hearing such things, so I just got a shock.)
He removed his arm around me, realizing his touch, leaving an emptiness inside me. I closed the tap, turned to look at him, and before he could say something, we heard a scream.
"Yeh tou Zeeshan ke kamre se awaz thi, kahin uske kamre mein koi chor tu nahi ghus gaya?" I exclaimed, worried panic formed on my face. What if he hurt him? I bit my lip anxiously with a hint of fear for him.
(It was a sound from Zeeshan's room. Did a thief break into his room?)
"Chor?" He asked in amazement, raising his brow in disbelief and shaking his head.
(Thief?)
"If you are forgetting, then let me remind you that it's the minister's house; there are 10 to 20 guards looking over the house." He clarified, rolling his eyes. He placed his hand on his forehead, thinking about something.
"Minster ke ghar pe chor nai aate kya?" I taunted him. He gave me a look. I looked down, scared. He sighed.
(Don't thieves come to the minister's house?)
"The intruder must be from our rivals; he can harm Zeeshan. I don't have my phone here, so I will go and check on him. You stay here quietly; it might get dangerous." He informed me, then ordered. I was surprised to see he didn't have a frown too on his face; his face was straight; he doesn't show anyone his weak side or he is worried.
I looked at him in disbelief. How can he think I will let him go alone in danger?
"jee nai Mein apke saath arahi hoon." I ordered him for the first time, my tone stern. He raised his brows, surprised.
(No, I'm coming with you.)
"Khatra ho sakta hai wahan so yehi bethiye aap, Mein akele he jaraha hoon." He replied in a cold tone, his face solemn. Does he really think he can scare me like this?
(There might be danger there, so you sit here, I'm going alone.)
"Main apke sath he aungi, aapko lagta hai mein idhar aaram se beth sakungi, jab aap kisi khatre me hongay?" I raised my voice. He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath.
(I will come with you. Do you think I can sit here comfortably when you are in danger?)
"Aairah." He took my name softly to make me agree.
"Hayaan," I replied at the same time, adamant on my words.
"Chalo mere sath, or haath mat chorna mera, jab tak mein na bolun," he demanded, stretching his hand towards me, his eyes stuck at me concerned.
(Come with me and don't let go of my hand until I say so.)
"Kabhi bhi nahi." I replied to him, placing my palm in his hand. He clasped our fingers together, and it touched my heart; our hands looked so perfect with each other, he stared at me with an intense gaze, but then gave me a nod.
(Never ever)
"Ek mint," I yelled. He raised his brows in question. I opened the drawer and took the rolling pin, which we used for dough. He shook his head in disbelief.
(Wait a minute)
"Yeh kis liye?"
(What is this for?)
"To protect ourselves, we should have some weapons," I told him with a nervous look. He chuckled softly, his smile fluttering my heart. He moved forward and took the knife from the drawer, making me shocked.
"This is what we call a weapon." He replied with a smirk, throwing the knife up and catching it smoothly. I was gaping at him in amazement.
"Chalein ab Begum?" He asked me, and I nodded, put that rolling pin back, and held his bicep tightly with my other hand as my one hand was intertwined with his as we walked out of the kitchen.
(Shall we now, Begum?)
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