Aairah bhabhi's words still lingered in my mind, echoing the question: should I take a chance? But why should I? He's made it clear he's not interested, and his insults have left me wondering why I'd even bother.
This marriage is nothing more than a compromise, a deal we both agreed to out of necessity. I do have a certain level of respect for him, acknowledging the help he's given me, but that's where it ends. I can't force myself to feel more. The truth is, I've hurt him, and that's why I'll apologize and put an end to this charade. It's time to close this chapter and move on.
I stepped into the bedroom, my gaze wandering around the room until it landed on him. He was standing by the window, phone pressed to his ear, a cigarette dangling from his finger. I scrunched up my face in distaste, my eyes narrowing slightly as I approached him. I stopped a foot away, my presence silent but palpable, waiting for him to acknowledge me.
"Yeh deal ki zaroorat unko hai tou humhe tension lene ki koi zaroorat nai, company unki doob rahi hai, so if they are not agreeing to our terms, cancel the deal as simple as that" I was taken aback by the seriousness in his tone, I'd grown accustomed toh his mocking All day, he keep pulling my leg.
But now, his voice was firm, authoritative, and commanding attention. I was surprised to see him in this demeanor, a side of him I'd never known existed. The seriousness in his tone was a revelation, a glimpse into a facet of his personality
(They need this deal, so we don't need to stress about it. Their company is sinking, so if they're not agreeing to our terms, cancel the deal - simple as that)
"Ahm chai apke liye Miyaan jee" I cleared my throat to announce my presence, holding up the cup as evidence, and forced a smile onto my face. He coughed, his eyes widening in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up like two arrows.
(Tea for you husband)
"'I'll talk to you later about it" he barked into the phone, his tone firm and commanding. With a swift motion, he ended the call, his eyes narrowing as he turned to me.
I coughed, the smoke from his cigarette tickling my throat, and he gazed at me with a puzzled expression. As if suddenly aware of the smoke, he pressed the cigarette into the tray, his movements made a flutter in my heat.
"Itni izzat kahin ma behosh na hojaun, khuwab tou nai?" He mocked me, his words dripping with sarcasm, and for a moment, I thought I'd snap back at him.
But then I remembered my goal - to get his apology - and bit my tongue, swallowing my retort. I took a deep breath and let the jab slide.
(I'm getting so much respect that I might faint, it's not a dream right )
"Nai sach mein apke liye chai layi hoon mein mere piyare shohar sahaab" I replied in a tone as sweet as honey, my voice dripping with innocence, and my eyes batting lashes like a guileless child. But beneath the saccharine facade, I hid my true intentions. His eyes widened in shock, his gaze frozen on mine as if trying to decipher the sincerity behind my sugary words.
(No, really, I've brought tea for you, my dear husband.)
"Ya Allah khair, Itni izzat derahi ho mujhe tum, tabiyat tou theek hai na tumhari Han?" He eyed me skeptically, his hand reaching out to touch my forehead and cheek with the back of his fingers, as if checking for a fever. I rolled my eyes in exasperation, my gaze darting upwards in a dramatic flourish, and swatted his hand away with a playful annoyance.
(Oh Allah, please be merciful, You're giving me so much respect, are you okay, )
"Tabiyat tou sahi hai tumhari, yeh chai mein zeher tou nai dala tumhe, tabhi inti achi tarah se baat karahi ho". He taunted me mercilessly, snatching the cup from my hands and subjecting it to a mock inspection, his nose twitching as he sniffed it with exaggerated suspicion.
"Your health is fine, you didn't put poison in my tea, that's why you are speaking so nicely to me"
His eyes narrowed, scrutinizing the cup as if it held secrets, and I shook my head in disbelief, my lips curling into a wry smile at his absurd antics."
"Pee kar dekhlo agar margaye to pata chaljayega"Â I mocked him with a forced smile, the corners of my lips twitching upwards like a puppet on a string.
(Drink it and see, if you die then you'll know)
His eyes flashed with annoyance, a spark of anger igniting in their depths. But then, like a sun breaking through clouds, a smirk spread across his face, his lips curling upwards in a sly, knowing smile. The air was heavy with tension, the silence between us crackling with unspoken words.
"Sochlo agar mein margaya tou bewah hojaogii" He replied playfully, his brow shooting up in a perfectly arched curve, like a mischievous one .
"Think about it, if I die then you'll become a widow"
I chuckled, a low, throaty sound, my eyes crinkling at the corners as I met his playful gaze. The tension between us dissipated, replaced by a spark of connection, a sense of playful banter that left me feeling lighthearted and carefree.
"Mujhe Manzoor hai"
(I accept it)
"Sharam nai aati tumhe aise kehte hue bhii pagal aurat, khair me pee leta hoon tum doctor ho bacha hai logi mujhe" He snapped at first, his words sharp as a crack of thunder, But then, in a stunning about-face, his tone shifted, his voice morphing into a casual drawl.
("You're not ashamed to say such things, you crazy woman! Alright, I'll drink it, you're a doctor, you'll save me if anything happens to me)
I raised my head at him in surprise, my eyes widening like a startled fawn's,
"Tumhe itna yaqeen kyun hai ke me tumhe bachaungii, me tou khushi khushi jaan lelun tumhari." I shot back a retort, my voice dripping with sarcasm, He glared at me, his eyes flashing with annoyance, but then, like a switch had been flipped, his expression transformed, and he smirked, a sly, knowing glint dancing in his eyes.
The smirk was like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a flame of irritation within me, but I refused to let it consume me. Instead, I raised an eyebrow, my gaze locked on his, and waited for his next move.
(Why are you so sure that I'll save you? I'll gladly take your life, I'll happily kill you.)
"Aise maafi chaiye tumhe yeh plan hai apka Biwi?" She made fun of me. I frowned and tried to look serious. I crossed my arms over my chest. Now he thinks he can take advantage of the situation. He's going to try to tease me even more.
(You want forgiveness like this? This is your plan, wife?)
"Pee lo kuch hogaya tou bacha lungii mein tumhe" I assured him with a forced smile, my lips curling upwards like a brittle leaf, fragile and easily broken.
(Drink up, if something happens, I'll save you)
But he saw right through it, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. He shook his head, his hair rustling with the motion, like a predator amused by its prey.
"kyun fikar hai meri isliye?"
(Why are you worried about me?)
"Nahin doctor hun mein farz hai mera isliye" I claimed, my voice firm as steel, Glaring at him, I dared him to contradict me. But he just rolled his eyes, his skepticism palpable as he raised the cup to his lips.
(No, I'm a doctor, it's my duty)
He took a sip, his expression morphing into a comical grimace, like a child forced to swallow medicine. I glared at him, daring him to disagree. But he just rolled his eyes and took a sip.
He made a face like the tea was gross. I got angry and stared at him, warning him not to say anything bad about my tea. It was like a challenge, and I was waiting for him to make another move.
"It's a bit different, cheeni ziada hai shayad bohat meeti hai " He handed me the cup with a mischievous grin, saying, "Try it, it's perfect!" I frowned, skeptical, and took a sip before accepting the cup from him.
(There's too much sugar, maybe it's too sweet)
As soon as the tea touched my lips, I made a face - it was cloyingly sweet, like sugar overload! I couldn't help but scrunch up my nose in distaste, my eyes widening in surprise. He burst out laughing at my reaction, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Ha! I knew it!" he exclaimed, clearly pleased with himself for calling me out.
"Tum jo karwe ho tou extra meetha tou banta hai" I handed the cup back to him, my movements deliberate, He glared at me, his eyes flashing with annoyance, but surprisingly, he didn't say a word.
(You are bitter so it has to be sweet)
Instead, he took the cup from me and raised it to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine. I expected him to make a face or complain about the sweetness, but instead, he took a sip and his expression changed.
His eyes seemed to soften, and he looked at me with a hint of surprise, as if the sweetness had melted his gruff exterior. My heart fluttered at the unexpected moment of connection, and I felt a spark of electricity run through my veins.
I turned to leave, tossing my hair back over my shoulder, but my movement was abruptly halted. I felt a tug on my hair and hissed in surprise, spinning back around to see what had stopped me. That's when I saw it - my hair had gotten stuck in his shirt button! I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to do something, but he just glanced at me with a raised brow, a questioning look on his face.
My heart raced as we stood there, locked in a moment of tension, my hair trapped in his button. It was as if time had stopped, and all that existed was the two of us, connected by a strand of hair. I couldn't help but wonder what he would do next, and the anticipation was making my heart flutter wildly.
"Kya dekhrahi ho nikalo akar khud apne baal"
he said nonchalantly, opening his arms with a casual gesture, as if inviting me into a embrace.
(What are you looking at? Come and pull out your hair yourself!)
But his eyes told a different story - they sparkled with a hint of mischief, and for the first time, I saw a glimmer of something more. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him, transfixed by the warmth in his brown eyes, which seemed to hold a secret promise.
I felt a flutter in my chest, like a bird trying to escape its cage. I averted my gaze, my cheeks flushing with a sudden rush of heat, and moved closer to him, my feet seemingly moving of their own accord. As I drew nearer, the air thickened with tension, like the moment before a storm breaks.
I could feel the electricity crackling between us, and I knew that something was about to change forever.
As I reached up to untangle my hair from his button, my fingers brushed against his chest, sending shivers down my spine. I felt my heart racing, like a wild animal trying to escape its cage, as my skin touched his.
It was like a spark had been lit, igniting a flame that spread through my veins. I could feel his heart beating fast, like a drumbeat in perfect sync with mine.
I hesitated, my hand lingering on his chest, the tension between us crackling like a live wire. I couldn't help but wonder if he could feel it too - this electric connection that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.
My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at him, our eyes meeting in a moment of raw connection. Time seemed to stand still, and all that existed was the two of us, suspended in this moment of possibility.
"Tumhara dil itna tez kyu dharak raha hai" I questioned him, my voice barely above a whisper, as I lifted my eyes to glance at him while I worked on untangling my hair from his button. Our eyes met, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me.
(Why is your heart racing so fast?)
His gaze was intense, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled slightly. I felt my cheeks flush, and I looked away, focusing on freeing my hair. But I could feel his eyes still on me, burning with a gentle curiosity.
"Tum jo itne paas ho" He responded, his eyes resting on me deeply, as if seeing right through to my soul. I was shocked, my heart skipping a beat as our gazes held. His eyes seemed to bore into mine, and I felt like I was drowning in their depths.
(You are so close to me)
I couldn't look away, even if I wanted to. And then, as if he noticed my expression, he coughed and laughed, breaking the spell. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled.
"Chill serious mat ho mazak kar raha tha" He replied nonchalantly, averting his eyes as if dismissing the intensity of the moment. But his words struck a chord within me, and I sensed a sincerity behind them.
(I was just joking)
I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but his casual demeanor belied a depth of emotion that resonated deeply. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I struggled to process my own reactions. Why was I feeling this way? I couldn't understand it myself.
In an attempt to shake off the vulnerability, I controlled my emotions and plucked my hair aggressively, the gesture a futile attempt to regain composure.
I turned to leave, my heart still racing, my mind reeling with questions. What was happening to me? Why did his words, his gaze, his presence, have such a profound effect on me? I couldn't make sense of it, but I knew I needed to get out of there, to escape the tumultuous emotions swirling inside me.
"Areh mera button kyun tordiya" He exclaimed, his voice trailing behind me like a persistent shadow. I shot him a deadly glare from the mirror, my eyes flashing with a warning.
(Hey why did you broke my button)
The hairbrush paused mid-stroke, my hair tangled in its bristles like a snared secret. Our eyes locked in a fierce stare-down, the air thickening with tension. The hairbrush slipped from my fingers, landing with a soft thud on the countertop. My heart pounded in my chest, a drumbeat echoing through the silence.
"Kya aise sheeshe me apne ko dekhe ke kahin hoor samjh rahi ho? Chudail lagrahi ho ek no ki" He mocked me, His lips curled into a tight-lipped smile, a sly and wicked grin that sent shivers down my spine. I felt my eyes widen in disbelief, my jaw plummeting towards the floor like a leaden weight.
(Are you looking at yourself in the mirror and thinking you're an houri (a beautiful maiden in paradise)? You look like a witch, number one!)
My mouth agape, I stared at him in stunned silence, my brain struggling to comprehend the audacity of his expression. The smile seemed to grow, spreading across his face like a mischievous whisper, taunting me with its secrets. I felt my heart race, my pulse pounding in my ears like a drumline, as I struggled to form a response.
"Apne ap ko dekha hai gadhe kahin ke, kisi bhi angel se insaan tou nai lagte, Sufiyaan donkey Sikandar" I yelled at him, as I narrowed my eyes into slits of fury. My hands balled into fists, knuckles white with rage, as I fought the sudden urge to throw cold water on his smug face.
(Have you seen yourself, you stupid donkey? You don't look like any human,
My arms trembled with restrained anger, my fingers itching to douse the smirk that seemed to mock me.
"Excuse me? How can you even say that"
He asked a question, looking surprised and wide-eyed. I smiled back, but it was a fake smile.
"Jo jaise hai usko wese he bolungii na, tumse Ziyada good looking to mere hospital ke larke hain" I teased him with a playful jab, my words dancing in the air like a tantalizing whisper. As I turned to leave, his hand reached out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist like a gentle vice.
(I will call out someone for who they are! The boys in my hospital are better looking than you!)
A spark of electricity crackled through my skin, a sudden jolt of awareness that left me breathless. He pulled me closer, his eyes locked on mine, but his feet seemed to betray him. He stumbled, his balance faltering, and we both tumbled onto the bed in a tangled heap.
I landed on top of him, my body pressed against his, our faces inches apart. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a moment of raw connection.
As our bodies met, a jolt of electricity coursed through my spine, leaving me breathless. I stared at him, my eyes wide with wonder, as our chests pressed together.
He looked just as startled, his eyes expanding in surprise, like a mirror reflecting my own shock. My heart raced with a thrill of excitement, pounding in my ears like a drumbeat. And yet, despite the sudden intensity, I felt a warmth spreading through me, a sense of closeness that went beyond physical proximity.
It was as if our bodies had sparked a connection that transcended space, a gentle hum of intimacy that wrapped around us like a soft embrace. In that moment, time stood still, and all that existed was the two of us, lost in the depths of each other's eyes.
"Yeh kya harkat hai Sufiyaan, tumhe lagta hai is se mujhe kuch farq parega?" I finally found my voice, whispering a question as I gazed up at him in wonder. His eyes seemed different, their depths shimmering with a newfound intensity as he stared at me.
(What is this behavior, Sufiyaan? Do you think I'll be affected by this?)
I tried to rise, but he swiftly turned around, his body hovering over mine in a gentle yet possessive gesture. I gasped in surprise, my heart skipping a beat as he effortlessly pinned me down, his movements fluid and graceful.
His eyes burned with a soft ferocity, a quiet passion that left me breathless and wanting more. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he leaned in closer, his warm breath caressing my skin like a promise of secrets to come.
"Tum mere bare me jo bhi sochti ho mujhe farq nai parta lekin agar tum mere alawa kisi or larke ki nam bhi zubaan pe lao gi mujhe manzoor nai hai samajhi"Â His whisper brushed against my skin, his warm breath dancing across my face like a gentle caress.
(Whatever you think about me, I don't care, but if you mention another guy's name, I won't tolerate it, understand?)
Yet, his tone was firm, a stark contrast to the softness of his words. His face was clenched, his jawline taut with a hint of tension, as if he was struggling to contain a fierce emotion.
The combination sent shivers coursing down my spine, a delicious tremble that left me weak and wanting. His eyes seemed to bore into mine, their intensity burning brighter with every passing moment. I felt like I was drowning in their depths.
I looked at his face to figure out how he was feeling. His eyes were narrow and his face was tense. I couldn't tell if he was angry or jealous. He was hovering over me, his breath hot on my skin, which made me feel like he was claiming me as his.
I was speechless, my words caught in my throat as our faces drew closer. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if searching for secrets I didn't know I held. I felt exposed, yet entranced by the intensity of his gaze.
As he leaned in, his scent wrapped around me, a warm, masculine aroma that drew me in. I gasped, my lips parting slightly, as our noses brushed against each other.
The touch sent shivers down my spine, and I instinctively clutched his shoulder, my fingers digging into his skin as if to anchor myself.
"Tumhare gaal itne laal kyu horahe hai haan, farq paraha hai mere kareeb ane se Hala?," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear, as a sly smirk spread across his face. His lips grazed my cheekbone, sending a shiver down my spine.
(Why are your cheeks getting so red? Is it because I'm getting close to you?)
I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my racing heart, and shut my eyes, attempting to shut out the sensations he evoked. But when I opened them again, I realized I needed to break free from his spell.
I tried to push him away, but my hands seemed to falter, unable to make contact. I couldn't meet his gaze, afraid of what I might see.
His proximity still stirred a whirlwind of emotions within me - confusion, excitement, and a hint of fear. I felt lost, like I was drifting in unknown waters, unsure of how to navigate the feelings he awakened.
"Sufiyaan mujhe choro please," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as I gazed up at him with pleading eyes.
He raised an eyebrow, surprise etched on his face, as if my gentle tone had caught him off guard. His expression softened, and he leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. I could feel his warm breath on my skin.
"Yeh sherni achanak se bakri kaise ban gayi haan" He asked playfully, his eyes sparkling with amusement, as he leaned in closer, his face inches from mine.
(How did this lioness become a timid cat?)
I tried to move away, without saying a word, but my body seemed rooted to the spot. My face grew hotter, and I could feel my cheeks flushing bright red. I looked away, trying to break the spell, but his gaze followed me, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.
"Waise aise laal gaal or ghabrati Hui behad khooboorat dikhti ho Meri churail" He remarked with a wink, his eyes glinting with mischief, as he moved back and gave me some space.
(Anyway, with those red cheeks and a frightened expression, you look extremely beautiful, my witch!)
I felt a rush of air escape my lips, and I realized I'd been holding my breath for what felt like an eternity. My lungs relaxed, and I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my racing heart.
His wink had left me feeling lightheaded, and I couldn't help but wonder what he'd do next. Would he keep teasing me, or would he finally take a step, I watched him, my eyes wide with anticipation, as he chuckled and shook his head, his smile still playing on his lips.
I was about to respond when a knock at the door interrupted us. I straightened up, my heart still racing from the intense moment we'd shared.
Sufiyaan's sister, Mahira, burst into the room, her face etched with panic and worry. She was huffing and puffing, as if she'd run all the way there. Sufiyaan and I exchanged a concerned glance, our minds racing with the same question.
"Mahi, sab theek hai na?" Sufiyaan asked, his voice laced with concern, as he approached her and held her hand. Mahira nodded, her eyes welling up with tears, and Sufiyaan's grip on her hand tightened.
(Mahi is everything fine?)
Mahira's eyes darted between us, her expression frantic. "Bhai , it's granpa..." she began, her voice trembling. Sufiyaan's expression turned serious, he asked, his voice firm but worried. Mahira took a deep breath before answering, her words spilling out in a rush
"Bhai Bhabhi jaldi chalo grandpa ki tabiyat bohat kharab horahi hai" Mahira's words hung in the air, her eyes brimming with tears, as Sufiyaan sprang into action. He rushed out of the room, his face set in a determined expression, and I was left standing there, momentarily frozen in shock.
(Brother-in-law, sister-in-law, let's go quickly, grandpa's health is deteriorating badly!)
The doctor in me kicked in, and I quickly grabbed my emergency bag and chased after him, my heart racing with anticipation. Mahira followed close behind, her sobs echoing through the hallway as we rushed towards the room.
I could see Sufiyaan's figure already distant, his long strides eating up the ground. I quickened my pace, my medical bag bouncing against my hip, as I struggled to keep up with him.
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