Chapter : 41 - Aap ka hukum sar aankhon par!

Samir, give me Aziz's perfume?" Poor Samir has been bothered by Abbu for the past hour.

Abbu wants me to look perfect today, so I gave up and let him get me ready however he wants. I stood by the dressing table while Abbu was drying my hair.

"Abbu, I'm not a kid," I said, looking at him.

''But you are to me. It's your engagement, you have to look good, don't you? And how long will you take Samir to bring the perfume?'' he started calling for Samir.

''Yaah Allah, I feel like I'm Aziz's Wife, as your asking me for everything, Uncle'' Samir complained while handing over the perfume.

''And what's surprising is that you actually know all my stuff, Samir'', I teased him.

''Wow!'' Samir said with great patience, sitting on the bed.

''Samir, are you sitting down again? Go get Aziz's suit,'' Abbu said, putting down the towel and speaking to him.

''I don't feel like Aziz's brother, it feels like I've been called here for two days of free labor,'' Samir grumbled while giving the suit to Abbu.

''And who will bring the shoes?'' Abbu asked, completely ignoring Samir's complaints.

''Uncle?'' Samir said in disbelief.

''Bring the shoes,'' Abbu said, handing me the suit without looking at Samir.

I was in a bathrobe, with three hours left for the engagement, but Abbu wanted everything done quickly. Being Helpless, I went to change.

''Perfect!'' both of them said together when I came out of the washroom.

Both stood with their hands folded like they were judges of a show.

''Thank you,'' I said, going back to the dressing table to apply perfume.

''Mashallah, Mashallah, may my brother be safe from the evil eye,'' I heard Rasha's voice. ''Rasha?''

The three of us turned together and saw Rasha coming in with her messy state.

''My child,'' Abbu walked towards her, and the usual greeting between father and daughter took place, with Abbu putting his hand on her head to bless her.

Then Rasha came towards me, and after greeting, we hugged.

"Yaah Allah, please give my sister some fashion sense," I said, placing my hand on her head like Abbu did.

"Bhai, I came straight from the airport, that's why I look like this," Rasha explained.

"Yaah Allah, please give my sister some airport fashion sense too," I prayed again.

"Bhai, I'm going," Rasha said, removing my hand from her head.

"Yaah Allah, please let my sister return safely," I teased her again.

"I'll really leave, bhai," Rasha said, getting annoyed.

"Aziz, don't trouble her," Abbu shouted from behind.

"Alright, alright, come here. Tell me, are my hair okay?" I asked her.

"Bhabhi won't be able to take her eyes off you today," Rasha teased.

"Is it done?" I asked, hiding my smile.

"You're blushing just at the mention of bhabhi's name. What will happen when you see her, Aziz?" Samir joined in the teasing.

Aziz, don't blush I told myself.

"Are you two done? Shall we go now?" I said, picking up my phone from the bed.

"Don't go downstairs yet, there's a battle going on down there," Rasha said, coming closer to me.

"A battle? Whose battle?" All the three of us - Abbu, Samir, and I - asked curiously together.

"Between Ammi and your sister, Abbu," Rasha said, closing the door.

"Why are you closing the door?" Samir asked.

"What if Naila Phuppu's daughter comes in?" Rasha whispered.

"Who, Nihar?" Samir asked, trying to recall.

"Exactly," Rasha said, walking towards the couch.

And there I was, standing with Samir and Abbu by the dressing table, thinking about what might be happening downstairs.

"What are they arguing about?" Abbu initiated the conversation.

"You don't know, Abbu?" Rasha asked, confused.

"No, tell me what's happening downstairs," Abbu said, sitting on the bed. Samir and I also sat next to him to listen to Rasha.

"Well, Naila Phuppu is complaining about how you could choose someone else over Nihar. She's saying, 'You have a family doctor, and now you want a daughter-in-law who's a doctor too?" Rasha said with great patience.

"I see," Abbu said, as if gathering information before a battle. Then, without another word, he left the room.

Watching Dad leave, Samir and I turned to see Rasha no longer on the couch. We looked left and found her standing by my nightstand.

"Such a big bouquet of roses? For whom?" Rasha asked, admiring the flowers.

"For whom else, Rasha? Obviously, it's for bhabhi," Samir teased again.

"Rasha, have you seen your state? Guests will mistake you for a beggar. And Samir, do you really want to stand next to Rasha like this? Get out of my room, both of you," I said, closing the door behind them.

And then I took a sigh of relief.

*******

It was 9 PM and we were driving towards Reza Mansion. Samir was driving the car, I was sitting next to him, and in the backseat were Ammi and Rasha. Abbu was coming in another car with Naila Phuppu and her family, and Tamir was coming directly from the airport. Fifteen minutes later, I found myself standing in front of the mansion. While Ammi was giving things to Salma and Hakim, I was walking towards Reza Mansion, holding rose bouquets in my hands.

As we entered, Hassan Uncle came towards us. I went up to him and greeted him with a warm hug.

The mansion was beautifully decorated, simple yet extremely elegant. Reza Mansion was adorned with white roses, while Nader Mansion had red roses.

Hassan Uncle started introducing me to some of his guests-some were successful doctors, while others were businessmen. Abbu stood beside me, and Samir was helping Ammi with some tasks, while Rasha went straight to Uns's room.

It was a family function, so not many people were invited, only close ones from both sides. After meeting everyone for half an hour, I sat down on the couch in the hall.

Now, I was just waiting for her arrival. I had waited patiently for seven years, but now every minute felt like a dream, a beautiful dream in which I always wanted to stay.

My eyes were fixed on the stairs, then on my watch. I had never felt such restlessness before, as I did now.

"Ab aa bhi jaou, Uns," I said anxiously.

A few minutes later, I saw Amira Aunty coming downstairs, followed by Sahara and Rasha, who were holding Uns's hand as they descended from the stairs.

Meri dhadkan tez hui tih, saanse ruki tih, haath aur pair thame teh, annkhen jaise jhapak ne seh bhi ghabraa rahe teh, saare logh jaise gayab hone lage teh, woh meri aur chal ke aarahi tih, Uns Reza aarahi tih.

(My heartbeat increased, my breath paused, my hands and legs felt like stone, and my eyes were afraid to even blink. It felt as if everyone around us had vanished. She was walking towards me, Uns Reza was coming towards me).

Her eyes were downcast, her cheeks slightly flushed, her scarf always covering her modestly. Her henna decorated hands were busy adjusting her gown as she descended the stairs in her heels with light steps.

With each step she took towards me, my heartbeat increased even more.

Ek ajeeb sih halchal machi tih dil, dimaag aur aankhon mein. Aankhen uski tasvir khinch rahi tih, dimaag uske har harqat ko fit kar raha tah, aur dil? Dil toh behaal hua bhaita hai.

(Creating a strange turmoil in my heart, mind, and eyes. My eyes were capturing her every movement, my mind was recording her every action, and my heart? My heart was utterly captivated).

Uns Reza was just 10 feet away from me, and I stood up. She took small steps and came to stand beside me. I picked up the rose bouquet from the table and offered it to her. Her eyes were still downcast.

Seven years ago, when she came to my house, I welcomed her with Lego daisies. Today, after seven years, I came to her house, welcoming her with a bouquet of roses.

The only difference is, seven years ago she was a stranger, and today she is my life.

She looked at the bouquet, then raised her eyes to look at me, and our eyes met.

Dil thama tah lekin ab puri tarah seh rukh gaya tah, saanse dhemi dhemi chal rahi tih aur meri nili aankhen uske aankhon seh nazre hein nahi hathaa rahi tih.

Uns Reza mere saamne khadi tih, bina kuch kahe, bas mujhe dekh rahi tih aur mai use. Use dekhkar mujhe woh khuda yaad aaya tah, woh har waqt yaad aata hai, lekin aaj mai mere Allah ka jitna bhi shukriyada karu utna kam hai.

Mai kis muh seh us parwar digaar ka shukriyada karu jisne meri har dua qubool ki hai. Usne mujhe mera sukoon wapas kar diya tah, meri khushi dedi tih, mera naseeb likh diya tah, mujhe Uns Reza de diya gaya tah.

Meri mohabbat, mera guroor, meri malika, meri Gusrail, meri hone wali biwi mere saamne khadi tih.

(My heart had already stopped, but now it had completely frozen. My breaths were slow, and my blue eyes couldn't look away from her eyes.

Uns Reza was standing in front of me, saying nothing, just looking at me, and I was looking at her.

Seeing her, I remembered Allah. I always remember Him, but today, no matter how much I thank my Allah, it won't be enough. How can I thank my Creator, who has granted all my prayers? He returned my peace to me, gave me my happiness, wrote my destiny, and gave me Uns Reza.

My love, my pride, my queen, my beloved, my future wife was standing in front of me).

"Assalam walikum, Uns," I started the conversation without blinking.

There was silence for a moment. Neither of us looked away.

"Walaikum assalam, Aziz," Uns replied to my greeting, and I felt a strange peace hearing her call me Aziz.

Then she took the bouquet from my hand and sat down. After she sat, I sat down too. Sahara sat on the couch next to Uns, and Rasha sat on the couch next to me.

Her gaze was down, and mine was on her. My heart longed to just keep looking at her. For seven years, I had only seen her in my dreams; I didn't even have a picture of her. And today, no matter how much I look at her, my heart won't be satisfied.

Her face had a new radiance, a glow that brought peace. Her eyes seemed to want to say many things, but her lips were silent.

Chehre par sharam, toh sar par haya.

Aankhon mein chamak, toh chehre mein noor.

Haathon mein rounak, toh uske naak ke nath mein noor.

(Shyness on her face and modesty in her demeanor.

Light in her eyes, glow on her face.

Her hands adorned with henna, and a delicate shade of color on her nose ring that enhanced her glow).

"Bhai, should I put a black dot on bhabhi to protect her from the evil eye?" I heard Rasha's voice.

"May Allah protect Uns from every evil eye, and I fear even my own gaze might affect her," I said while looking at Uns.

She didn't say anything, just glanced at me.

A little later, Amira Aunty and Ammi started coming towards us. I stood up and greeted them with salam. Aunty responded lovingly and kissed my forehead.

"Mashallah, Aunty, you look very beautiful," I said, looking at her.

"Thank you so much, dear, and you also look very handsome," Aunty said, holding my hand. And when I looked at Uns, she was looking at me, as if she was thinking about something.

After some time of greetings and rituals it was time to exchange the rings.

"Where is Samir? He has the rings, call him," Ammi said.

At the mention of Samir, Sahara's eyes showed some movement, and she looked around. I called Samir, and a few minutes later, he came towards us holding the ring box. He was about to give the box to me when his eyes met Sahara's.

"You can look at Sahara later, give me the ring now," I whispered quietly in his ear.

"You're shameless, Aziz," Samir whispered back, glaring at me.

"Ring," I said, ignoring him and asking for the ring.

"Here," he said, opening the box.

I took the ring and held Uns hand in mine, carefully placing the ring on her finger. After putting the ring on her, I looked at her, and there was a strange sparkle in her eyes, a sparkle I had never seen before.

Then she put the ring on my finger.

I held her hand in mine, and we both looked at our hands together. Without saying a word, Uns looked at our joined hands with me.

Everyone else was hugging and congratulating each other, while Uns and I were lost in each other's eyes, as if our eyes were having a conversation.

Everyone was talking to each other, and Uns was chatting with Sahara and Rasha. Her laughter echoed in my ears. When she laughs, her eyes sparkle; when she smiles, her cheeks lift; and when she blushes, her cheeks turn red. Without saying a word, my eyes were fixed on her. I was so lost in her that I didn't even notice someone standing in front of me.

When I glanced up, Nihar was standing there.

"Congratulations, Aziz," she said with a smile, extending her hand for a handshake.

Just then, I noticed Uns looking at us, her eyes fixed on me then on my hand.

"Nihar, come sit here," Samir said, noticing my situation, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Uns smile and laughter disappeared in a second, as she gave me death glares.

Nihar was talking to me about business. When I looked at Uns, she was staring at Nihar with a deadly gaze. Was she jealous or angry?

Two minutes later, Nihar left, and as soon as she did, Uns turned away and jerked her hand which was intertwined with mine.

What happened to her now? What did I do? I wondered, seeing her behavior.

"Did I do something?" I asked Samir quietly.

"Yes," Samir whispered.

"What?" I whispered back, confused.

"Why did you talk to Nihar with a smile?" Samir asked.

"Is it wrong to talk?" I whispered again.

"Wrong? It's a sin to talk to someone else in front of your fiancee, especially to someone who has a crush on you" Samir scared me even more. His words and Uns behavior indicated that she was jealous of Nihar.

"Why? I didn't even shake my hand with her" I said.

When I looked at Uns, she was listening to Sahara with a red nose and a flushed face, as if she was angry.

Oh Allah, is she still as short-tempered as before? I smiled at the thought, and she saw me and I stopped smiling.

"Oh my God, I could have died just now. Does anyone give their future husband such death glares, Uns?" I asked her with a playful smile.

"Sahara, tell him not to say things that might kill me and even tell him to control his smile a bit," Uns said to Sahara.

"Aur aap inse kahe ki inhe dekh kar apne aap muskurahat aa jaati hai chehre par," I said teasingly.

(And tell her that just seeing her makes me smile).

Uske cheeks flush hoi teh. Aur mai yaha behaal ho raha tah.

(Her cheeks flushed, and I was feeling overwhelmed).

"Then ask him why he smiles so much in front of others?" she asked in her cold voice through Sahara again. I'm sure she is very jealous of Nihar.

"Sahara, aap in seh kahe ki saath saalon seh sivai inke kisi aur ke liye nazre uthi hein nahi,toh jealous na ho," I said to Sahar, while intertwining my hand with Uns.

(Sahar, tell her that in the past seven years, my eyes have not lifted for anyone else but her, so she shouldn't be jealous).

"Aur in seh kahe ki, nazre uthe bhi na," Uns said, while squeezing my hand.

(And tell him not to even think about looking at anyone else)

"Aap ka hukum sar aankhon par," I said with a slight smile, bowing my head slightly.

********

It was 2 AM, and I had spent a full three hours with her, never letting go of her hand. Her cold hand was intertwined with my warm one, as if we were giving each other comfort. Right now Samir and I were standing in front of Uns balcony.

"Bhai? What's the next plan?" Samir asked, looking at the pipe.

"You go your way, and I'll go mine," I said.

"Are we climbing the pipe now?" Samir asked in astonishment.

"Then what did you come here for?" I asked, turning to him.

"This wasn't part of the plan, right? You said there was a backdoor," Samir said, folding his arms.

"The backdoor is to come out, to get inside, we'll have to climb the pipe. If I go through the door at 2 AM, how would that look, Samir? Climb now," I said, then showed him Sahara's balcony.

Dono CEO hai magar mohabbat ki wajah seh pipe chadne ki naubat tak aagayi tih.

(We were both CEOs, but in love, we were so helpless that we had to resort to climbing pipes).

I threw pebbles at her glass door, and after a few minutes, the door opened, and she came out with a sharp look.

"You'll never come through the door like a normal person, will you, Nader? Just make a ladder here, I'm sure you can afford it," she said with great irritation and a flushed face.

"Sweetheart, I'm your fiance now, have some mercy on me and give me your hand, or I'll fall," I said, trying to balance myself.

"Bhegairat!" She murmured.

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