Chapter : 58 - Her Sweet Demands.

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It was a cold morning, and the clouds were still veiled in mist even though it was around 10 am.

But what do I have to do with the cold? Wearing a loose black formal shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the top two buttons undone, and untucked, paired with blue jeans, only to impress her, I started washing the apples in the kitchen while keeping an eye on the boiling tea.

Though my Begum might be in love with coffee, offering her coffee right now didn't feel appropriate. So, I strained the tea into two cups, placed them on a tray alongside some apples, and headed toward the garden. She was sitting there, busy checking some documents on her laptop, wearing a plain black dress with heavy daisy embroidery on the sleeves.

Every time I see her wearing something with daisies, I completely forget about the real ones, because she overshadows even my favorite flowers. My eyes then wandered to her loose braids, which only enhanced her beauty, and then to her earrings, which were enough to leave me mesmerized.

That was all it took for me to lose myself in her again.

"Tamatar," the word slipped out of my shameless mouth.

Uns turned to me with a sharp look, her eyes warning me that her mood swings had officially begun.

"I mean, tomato... no, I-I mean, Begum,.... Apples for you, sweetheart." Panic overtook me, and I couldn't understand what it was about her eyes that left me forgetting everything. I placed the tray on the table with my gaze lowered and sat silently beside her, praying this volcano wouldn't erupt on me.

Carefully, I handed her the cup of tea. Before I could pick up the apples to slice them, she snatched them from my hands and began cutting them herself.

Mujhe rehem un bejaan aaples par aa raha tha, woh behad buri tarah seh zubaan ho rahe the uske haathon.

(I felt a pang of pity for the poor apples, as they bore the brunt of her anger).

Thankfully, her frustration was directed at them and not me. I heaved a silent sigh of relief, making sure it wasn't audible to her.

Since morning, I had seen so many mood swings from Uns that I was scared to even talk to her.

"You're not going to the office?" she asked in a firm tone, her frustration evident as she slammed the knife into the apples.

"Ah... I... I don't feel like it today," I replied, attempting to smile.

Ek toh woh khubsurat, dusri woh gusse mein rehti hai aur yahan mai use dekh ke pagal ho jaata hoon.

Kabhi kabhi toh mann karta hai, Uns, peh case karu, mujhe dewaana karne ke liye phir yeh sochke bait jaata hoon ki, haarna toh mujhe hein hai, bhale hein mai hein kyun na beqasoor rahun.

(She's beautiful, she's angry, and here I am, going crazy just looking at her.

Sometimes, I feel like filing a case against her for driving me mad, but then I realize that even if I'm innocent, I'll still lose).

"Shahjahan, your tea is getting cold," her soft tone broke through my thoughts, and I, with a light smile, took a sip of tea.

We both quietly finished our tea, and as she placed her cup down, she looked at me.

"I want to rest my head on your lap, Nader," she said calmly. It wasn't a question, nor was it a request-it was an emotional command.

I sat up straight, and she lay down on the couch, resting her head in my lap. Then, placing the plate of apples on her stomach, she started feeding me.

"Acche lagh rahe ho, Nader," she said, and suddenly my body started betraying me. I don't know what happens to my cheeks whenever I'm in front of her.

(You're looking good, Nader).

"Thank you, sweetheart," I replied, hiding my embarrassment. I couldn't tell her that I always get ready just to impress her.

"But you shouldn't have worn black today," she said with a hint of annoyance. Her mood shifted abruptly, and the piece of apple she was about to feed me stopped midair and was placed back on the plate.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Tumpe gussa kaise karungi aaj mai?" Woh sawal kam ilzaam zyada lagh raha tha. Aur mujhe behad hasi aayi.

("How am I supposed to stay mad at you today?" she asked, more like an accusation than a question. It made me laugh uncontrollably).

"Don't smile, Nader. If you do, I won't even be able to pretend to be upset properly," she said, determined to make sure her words and actions left me completely breathless today.

"Should I go change then, sweetheart? So you can be angry and upset properly?" I asked, trying to stifle my laughter and embarrassment.

"No!" she exclaimed loudly, and suddenly, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

"Sweetheart, you look beautiful when you blush," I complimented her, and in response, she hid her face in my chest.

And that was it-my breathing grew uneven because of her gesture. Her presence was overwhelming enough, but now her touch was making me lose control, and the sudden urge to embrace her completely took over me.

"You have an answer for everything, don't you, Aziz?" Uns asked in a challenging tone, her face as red as a tomato, yet her confidence was unwavering.

"Try me," I replied, accepting the challenge with a proud smile.

"Mohabbat kya hai, Aziz?" she asked, looking deep into my eyes.

(What is love, Aziz?)

"Tum," I said without hesitation. She seemed surprised, then a little shy, before quickly composing herself to think of her next question.

(You).

"Aur Ishq?----"

(And what about passion?)

"Bhi tum," I answered without blinking, and once again, her gaze stayed fixed on me.

(Also you).

"Sukoon?" she asked, setting the plate of apples down on the table and asking thoughtfully.

(Peace?)

"Tumhara chehra," I said, kissing her forehead, and she closed her eyes.

(Your face).

"Haseen?" she asked, keeping her eyes closed, her tone more serious now.

(Beauty?)

"Tumhari aannkhen," I replied, kissing her closed eyes gently.

(Your eyes).

"Khubsurat?"

(Exquisite?)

"Tumhara nath," I answered, placing a kiss on her nath.

(Your nose ring).

"Khud ki koi pasand hai, Aziz?" she asked teasingly.

(Do you have any personal favorites, Aziz?)

"Hai na," I said with a smile.

(I do).

"Kya?" She opened her eyes.

(What?)

"Tum," I said, before kissing her lips and Uns encircled her hands around my neck.

(You).

The moment my lips touched her soft, rosy ones, I forgot everything-who I was, what I was. My mind went blank; the only thing that existed was her and her intoxicating scent.

I had never even dreamed that loving a woman could be this beautiful, where everything suddenly seems perfect.

Woh haseenon ki malika, khubsurati ki bala, meri hai, Sirf Aziz Nader ki hai.

(The queen of beauty, a marvel of elegance, is mine now-only Aziz Nader's).

"This isn't right, Aziz," she said in a tone full of complaint as my lips parted from hers. But my heart got stuck on the way she said my name-Aziz. Every time she says Aziz, my shameless heart stirs in a strange way.

"What did I do?" I asked innocently.

"This, Aziz Nader, exactly what you're doing right now! Acting all innocent after doing everything," she accused me.

"Sweetheart-"

"And then you call me that, leaving me unable to even stay angry with you," she added with exasperation.

"One minute, Uns. First, tell me why do you even want to fight with me?" I complained this time, being completely confused by her willingness to start a war between us.

"My wish," she said, standing up from my lap. But before she could move away, I placed my hands on her waist and pulled her back into my lap.

"Az-Aziz-"

"Agar tum aise hein mera naam lete rahogi toh mai saanse kaise lunga?

Just looking at you is enough to take my life, Begum. Why so much effort?" I accused her this time and pulled her even closer.

(If you keep saying my name like that, how am I supposed to breathe?)

"Nader-"

"Aziz hein kaho, mai apni saanson ka samjhouta karne ke liye taiyaar hoon," I said in a deep voice as I kissed her neck. When I looked up, her eyes were closed, but her heartbeat had sped up.

(Say Aziz, and I'm willing to compromise with my breath).

"Looks like the heart of this heart doctor is unsteady today," I teased. She lightly hit my chest, and I smiled at her reaction. Then my gaze fell on her metallic earrings. They were stunning-or rather, they seemed to be made just for Uns. I kissed her earrings and then kissed her neck again.

"I thought only your face turned red, but I didn't know your neck also blushes when I look at you, Tamatar." I was playing with fire despite not wanting to, and as soon as I said this, she shoved me hard. Her smile and shyness vanished, replaced entirely by anger.

"Now this Tamatar will show you what red really looks like, Shahjahan!" She got up from my lap, grabbed a knife from the apple plate, and at that moment, my sixth sense told me to run-or else, I was surely going to see heaven today.

"Stop right there, Shahjahan!" Uns shouted from behind as I ran into the garden, trying to save my life.

"Rehem karo Sweetheart, Shauhar hoon tumhara!" I said, glancing back at her. But my Begum had no intention of sparing me today.

(Have mercy, sweetheart, I'm your husband!)

"Shauhar toh hai, lekin besharam shauhar hai mera!" she yelled, her voice filled with anger, as if she was ready to tear me apart. Meanwhile, my shameless heart melted even more.

(You may be my husband, but you're a shameless one!)

"Don't laugh, Nader!" she said, stepping closer. I stood next to the couch as she stood in front of me with the knife in her hand.

Both of us were breathing heavily, neither blinking an eye. She glared at me with such intensity that, for the first time, I felt fear.

"Don't move, Aziz," she warned, and my feet froze in place. And I, Aziz Nader didn't dare to take a single step forward.

Dhere kadmon seh, Uns mere paas chalne lagi aur mai uski aankhe dekhta raha, woh aankhen joh mujhe uske saamne bebas karti hai, woh aankhen jisse dekh ke mai khud peh kaabu nahi rakh sakhta, aur mere saamne aata hua wajud jiske saamne mai ek baccha ban jaata hoon.

(With slow steps, Uns started walking toward me, and I couldn't take my eyes off hers-those eyes that render me powerless in her presence, those eyes that make it impossible for me to control myself. And as her presence drew closer, I felt like a child standing before her).

Uns was standing so close now that I could hear her soft breaths and she could feel the pounding of my racing heartbeat.

I placed one hand on her waist, pulling her even closer, while my other hand gently reached for the knife in her hand. Touching her fingers, I carefully took the knife from her grip and tossed it to the ground.

She was so lost in my blue eyes that she didn't even notice when I took the knife from her hand. My fingers then reached for her face, softly touching her cheek.

Uns remained silent, and I was listening to her silence.

"Mujhe tum acche laghte ho, Aziz," she suddenly confessed. My hand moved to her hair as I caressed it gently.

(I like you, Aziz).

"kitna?" I asked with a smile. It wasn't a question-it was a longing to know if she loved me more than I loved her.

(How much?)

"Tum mujhe kitne acche laghte ho, yeh bayan karne ke liye lafz mil jai, toh kya acche lage tum, mujhe, Aziz Nader?" she replied, her words direct and sincere. Once again, she left me stunned, challenging my understanding of love and its meaning.

How much does this woman love me? I wondered, the same woman who had once prayed for me to the Almighty. How could her love be expressed in mere words when she had asked the Creator for me? Her love, undoubtedly, was pure.

Her answer filled me with joy, bringing me an unmatched sense of peace. Hearing those words for me, seeing the pure love for me in her eyes-I couldn't express how fortunate I felt knowing she was my wife. Uns belongs to Aziz, and I belong to her.

"Just always stay with me, sweetheart, because I can't even imagine living without you," I said earnestly as my hands gently caressed her cheeks and I kissed her forehead.

"As long as I live, I'll remain loyal to you, Aziz," Uns replied with a smile, it wasn't a promise, but a commitment. her words once again filled me with warmth. She jumped slightly, but my Begum is so petite that I always have to bend down to her level.

When I lowered my head, she smiled and wrapped her hands around my neck, kissing both my eyes. And that was it-I completely melted.

After kissing my eyes, she opened hers, and there was a strange peace on her face, a tranquility I had never seen before, as if she were a bird who got her freedom today.

"What happened?" I asked softly, caressing her cheek with great patience.

"I just feel like looking at you," she replied, her voice devoid of any emotion, and her words left me undone.

This is what a woman's love is like-when she compliments me even once, I end up living the entire day replaying her words.

"Then look at me more closely, sweetheart," I whispered teasingly, and lifted her in my arms. She was surprised, and I was utterly overwhelmed.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I held her carefully with great tenderness.

"Shahjahan! Have some shame," she said, lightly hitting my chest with a hint of anger, but her cuteness made me laugh.

"And how do I look now?" I asked softly, moving closer to her face in a deep husky voice.

"Handsome," she replied quietly, and the very next moment, her lips brushed against my cheek.

Today, it seemed my begum had decided to drive me crazy. I was delighted to see her behave this way.

"Aziz," she said, gently stroking my cheek with her soft hand. I wasn't in a state to respond-my heart always pounds uncontrollably whenever she touches me. I wanted to accuse her of something profound, like, 'Begum, Mood Swings tumhare chal rahe hai lekin out of control mai ho raha hoon!'

(Begum, your mood swings are in full force, but I'm the one losing control!)

"Say it, I'm listening," I asked, holding her more securely and gazing at her intently.

"Can you spin me around?" Uns asked shyly, and I couldn't help but feel a bit shy too. She is the only woman in the world who can make me feel so bashful, even with such a sweet request. But I prefer it when she gives me firm commands.

"You look best when you're giving orders, Begum," I whispered, touching her nose with mine. That was enough to make her blush deeply and hide her red face in my chest. I held her in my arms and started spinning her around, her laughter sounding like music to my ears. Whenever she laughs, I find myself lighting up like never before.

"Shahjahan, be careful, or we might fall," she said between her giggles.

"You're my life, sweetheart. I won't fall, and I won't let you fall either," I said, increasing the speed. But before we could continue enjoying our romantic moment, a phone call interrupted us.

I gently set Uns down, and both our phones started ringing simultaneously. We took them out of our pockets and checked the caller IDs.

"Samir," I said.

"Sahara," Uns said.

We both said the names aloud at the same time. Seeing Samir's name gave me an odd restlessness in my chest. Without thinking much, I answered the call, only to be met with complete silence. Neither did I say anything, nor did anything come from Samir's end.

After two minutes, Samir finally spoke softly, "Bhai!"

"What happened?" I asked impatiently.

"She said yes, Aziz," he replied, and his words completely surprised me.

"Really? When? How?"

Both Uns and I spoke at the same time. When I turned, I saw Uns was also looking at me while talking to Sahara. Her face was glowing with a mix of astonishment and joy, while I was trying to mentally prepare myself.

"So, what now?" I asked, tearing my gaze from Uns and asking Samir the most important question.

"I'll handle Ammi and Abbu, but we'll have to think about convincing her father," Samir replied seriously. His tone had a weight to it this time because the person in question was none other than Hassan Reza.

"Rest for now. We'll think about this matter tomorrow," I assured him.

"I have an idea," Samir said from the other side.

"What is it?" I asked immediately.

"I'll tell you when we meet," he replied evasively.

"If you weren't going to tell me, why did you even bring it up, Samir?" I asked, irritated.

"Because..... I love to annoy you, Aziz. Now I'll finally sleep peacefully. Oh, and give my regards to Bhabhi," the shameless man said, laughing. He's not a friend; he's a true enemy! I don't know what he and Uns gain by raising my blood pressure.

I hung up and looked at Uns, who was still talking to Sahara. Standing beside her, I lifted her into my arms again.

Uns gave me a questioning look, asking where I was taking her, and I reassured her with my eyes that we were heading inside.

She continued asking Sahara everything-what happened, how it happened, who proposed to whom-while I carried her upstairs. At that moment, I realized the stark difference between men's and women's conversations.

We men focus on how to convince her father for the wedding, while these queens are busy gossiping about every little detail and sharing everything about the proposal.

When we reached the room, I gently placed her on the bed. Even while sitting there, she was engrossed in her gossip. I covered her feet with a blanket to keep her warm and gestured to ask about breakfast.

"Hold on a minute, Sahara," Uns said, putting the call on hold.

"Aziz, I'm craving something sweet. Do one thing-bring me some pastries," Begum expressed her cravings and went back to her call.

I was about to open the door when she called me again.

"Aziz, I'm also craving something spicy. Make sure to get something tasty," she said, adding another request to her list.

"Okay, Begum," I nodded and opened the door, but my little volcano wasn't done yet.

"Nader, a cup of coffee too, please," she added, looking even cuter as she made her request and went back to her call.

"As you say, sweetheart," I replied, pausing for a few seconds before stepping out-just in case she needed something else. One second, two seconds, three seconds... She didn't say anything.

But as soon as I stepped out and closed the door, I heard her shout from behind, "Popcorn too!"

I couldn't help but blush at her mood swings.

And with that same smile, I stepped outside the house, took the car keys from my pocket, and headed off to fulfill Begum's requests.

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