یہ جو محبت ہے، یہ اُن کا ہے کام
ارے محبوب کا جو لیتے ہوئے نام،
مر جائیں، مٹ جائیں، ہوجائیں بدنام۔
This love is only for those who whilst taking the name of their lover die, erase themselve or become ill repute.
Hayat wished that there was a book about how to understand your feelings 101.
She was flabbergasted by such overwhelming feelings that were present in her heart for her husband.
Hayat couldn't decipher whether this was just attraction or she was falling in love.
What truly was confusing was that why was she so scared ? It's not like she was having feelings for someone who's not her mehram. Azlaan was her husband.
What if it's way too quick?
What if the feelings are not reciprocated?
Hayat was so indulged in her own thoughts that she didn't notice, Zain standing at her door.
"Bhabhi" (sister in law) Zain called out and Hayat turned around startled.
"Sorry" he sheepishly smiled and gestured towards the basket in his hand which was full of flowers and chocolates.
He handed the beautifully wrapped basket to Hayat and was about to leave.
"Zain!" He stopped from taking another step and turned to look towards Hayat.
"Tell your brother to meet me today, will you ?" Hayat softly pleaded to Zain.
"Okay bhabhi" he smiled at her knowingly on which she blushed.
Zain left the room and Hayat was once again left alone to over think about her feelings.
She looked at the basket which was in her hands, there was a note this time too.
To the most beautiful and amazing wife one could ever ask for ~. A
'Stupid husband making me feel stupid feelings' Hayat thought.
*******
Azlaan was informed by Zain to meet Hayat today. He had texted Hayat, telling her to be ready by 8, he had promised to take her out.
The dear husband was looking forward to the evening with his beautiful wife when Mirza Ali came barging in his office.
Azlaan took a deep breath in as he knew what was coming.
It was 7:45 and Hayat had already gotten ready, took some pictures for the Instagram.
Instagram had to be updated about her date with her hubby.
Time kept moving forward, Hayat's eyes were fixed on the clock. She would check her phone for any message or any call. She tried calling Azlaan but his line went busy.
It was 8:45 now, One hour of Hayat's waiting. She was upset. Finally, she gave up on the hope of her husband coming and stood up to change her clothes.
She took off her makeup, Changed her dress and sat by the window sill, disappointed at her husband.
Hayat kept gazing at the moon, trying to find peace in it s her heart was not steadying itself, it was like a small piece of broken glass was embedded into her heart.
Sometimes small actions cause greater pain.
At exact 10 pm, Her phone rang. It was Azlaan but Hayat being her stubborn self didn't pick up the phone.
Calls after calls, messages after messages but Hayat gave no response.
Azlaan knew that she was awake and that she was really upset. Heck, even he was angry at himself for hurting his wife and not fulfilling his promise.
He had enough of her silent treatment, he walked through the gates of Ibraheem's mansion. Everybody greeted him except for his wife who was probably in her room.
Ibraheem pulled Azlaan to sit with them, whilst he only gazed at the room upstairs where his wife was.
15 minutes later, Azlaan excused himself and walked upstairs. He knocked at her door and heard footsteps coming forward.
Seconds later, the door was pulled open and there she was, his wife. Her eyes were red due to all the crying.
Hayat saw his face and was angrily about to shut the door when he put his foot forward, jamming the door from being closed.
"I am sorry" He said with sincerity. Hayat ignored him and continued to close the door. Azlaan roughly opened the door, his wife stumbled back and was about to fall when he held her hand to stop her from falling.
Hayat got out of his grasp and went to sit on the bed, a pout visible on her face.
Azlaan kneeled Infront of her and held his ears, "Sorry, maan jao na" ( please forgive me for )
Hayat remained silent.
"Acha toh aise nhi maanogi?" (So you won't forgive me this way?) Azlaan playfully said.
He started tickling her on which her reaction was to laugh, Hayat fell back on the bed and Azlaan got on top of her.
His legs on either side of her waist whilst he tickled her.
Her laugh was the most beautiful melody he had ever heard.
Could someone imagine that the future prime minister was being this childish just for her wife ?
Love *rolls eyes*
"Acha acha maan gayi, bass bass" ( okay okay, I forgive you, stop stop ) Hayat spoke while laughing hysterically.
Azlaan suddenly stopped and then both of them became aware of their intimate position. Hayat's face was very close to Azlaan's.
Her plump lips wide opened as she drew in deep breaths. Azlaan inched closer towards her face, Hayat clenched her eyes shut.
Both of them waiting for their flesh to mold against eachother.
"Astagfirullah!" ( May Allah forbid) Zain screamed. ( This made me laugh so badly😂)
Hayat jerked away from Azlaan, Azlaan composed himself as he stood up from the awkward position.
He cleared his throat, his eyes glanced at his wife who was probably going to turn into a tomato any minute.
"Knock krna nhi ata?" ( Don't you know how to knock? ) Azlaan asked his younger brother.
"Oh brother, I do know how to knock but who said to do this stuff while everybody is present in the house?!" Zain's voice was very high pitched, Azlaan quickly muffled his voice by keeping a hand on his mouth.
"Lower you voice" Azlaan ordered him and Zain laughed at his brother.
"Mein chalta hun, ap joh kr rahe the krlen" ( I am going, continue doing whatever you were doing ) Zain said and walked away whistling.
Azlaan looked at his wife, "Until next time" he winked at her and followed to tell his brother to keep his mouth shut.