Ham waqt rok lenge tumhare liye
Tum bewaqt milna tou shuru karo
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Mishal was sitting in the slab of the kitchen licking the Nutella off her fingers. She was lost in her deep thoughts that she didn't realize when someone enters the kitchen.
"Tumne mujhe dara daala tha. Itni raat ho gayi hai. Tum yaha kya kar rahi ho?" Faiz asked pouring the water for himself in the glass.
(You scared me. It's so late and you are still up)
"Hame neend nahi aa rahi. Aur ek tou aapke Bhai ne hamara dimag kharab kiya hua hai. Ham kabse unke baare mai soche jaa rahe hai," Mishal pouted making him chuckle.
(I am not sleepy. Your brother messed up with my mind. I can't stop thinking about him)
"Kuch galat tou nahi hai yeh. Tumhare shouhar hai wo. Jitna mann kare utna socho unke baare mai," Faiz chuckled.
(It's not wrong. He is your husband. You can think about him as much as you want)
"Ham nahi chahte unke baare mai sochna. Ham apna divert karna chahte hai," Mishal whined.
(I don't want to think about him. I want to divert my mind)
"Mishi, mere paas ek idea hai. Mujhe bohot bhuk lag rahi hai. Pehle kuch khaate hai phir acchi si movie dekhenge hall mai," Faiz said making her eyes twinkle in excitement.
(I have an idea. I am very hungry. Let's eat something first then we will watch a movie)
"Hamne shaam mai burger order kiya tha. Par phir khaaya nahi. Ham abhi microwave karte hai," Mishal said taking out the plate of cheeseburgers from the fridge.
(I order a burger for myself in the evening. I didn't eat it. I will microwave it right now)
"Mere liye chicken kabsa microwave kardo," Faiz said and she nodded her head.
(Microwave chicken kabsa for me)
After the food got warm, they took their plates to the couch with the can of coke
"Moti, zara taste tou karwao," Faiz said eyeing her cheeseburger.
(Fatty, lemme take a bite)
"Yeh hamara hai. Aapko apna mangwana chahiye tha," Mishal pouted as she moves away her plate from him.
(It's mine. You should have ordered for yourself)
"Dekh lena, mishi. Bohot pait dukhega tumhara," He said in a serious tone and she rolled her eyes
(Don't tell me if your stomach will ache)
"Waise ham aapse baat pucche? Hayder ne hamse shaadi kyu ki hai?" Mishal asked as she put her hand under her chin and looking at him with curious eyes.
(Can I ask you something? Why Hayder marry me?)
"Zaahir hai. Wo tumhe pasand karte the iss liye tumse nikaah kiya hai," Faiz said in a duh tone.
(It's obvious. He likes you. That's why he marry you)
"Aisa ho hi nahi sakta. Koi bhi insaan kisi se pyaar karta haina tou pyaar se dekhta hai. Aur ek hamare shohar hai. Bina ghoore unko saans nahi liye jaata," Mishal said in a displeased tone and he burst into the laughter.
(It is not possible. If you love someone, you look at them with love, not with a glare. He can't even breathe without glaring at me)
"Tum sahi mai bewakoof ho," Faiz chucked, and her lips pursued into the pout.
(You are really stupid)
Her eyes twinkle with excitement as the realization dawned on her.
"Ab hame samajh aaya ke unhone hamse nikah kyu kiya hai. Hayder ko pata tha ke agar hamari kisi aur se shaadi ho jaayegi tou unka koi bhi haq nahi rahega ham par. Iss liye unhone ne hamse shaadi ki ke wo zindagi bhar ham par raub jhaad sake," Mishal said making his eyes widen.
(Now I understand that why he married me. Hayder knows that he won't be able to order me around if I will marry someone else. He marry me to order me every time he wants)
"Mishal- bhai ko galat mat samjho. Wo sahi mai bohot pyaar karte hai tumse. Bohot fikr karte hai wo tumhari," Faiz explained squeezing her hands in an assuring way.
(Don't get him wrong. He really loves you. And he also cares for you)
Mishal nodded her head as her lips pursued into the pout. She rested her head on his arms while taking the sip of coke.
"Yaha kya ho raha hai?" A deep voice reverberated in the living room making her startled.
(What's happening here)
Hayder's blazing eyes were sending chills on her whole body.
"I didn't feel like sleeping. So we were watching a movie," Mishal bit her lips.
"Get me a coffee," Hayder ordered and she hesitantly nodded her head.
Mishal went to the kitchen and took out the mug from the cabinet. A gasp escaped her lips when she felt a pair of hands on her waist. Her eyes widen when Hayder puts her on the kitchen slab and adjusts himself between her.
"Aap kya kar rahe hai?" Mishal bit her lips as she asked in a shaky tone.
(What are you doing)
"Apni biwi se pyaar kar raha hoon. Meri biwi ko bohot shikayat thi na mujhse. Aaj tou mai apni biwi ke saare armaan pure karunga," Hayder said in an amused tone making her eyes widen.
(I am loving my wife. My wife has so much complained about me. I decided that I will fulfill her every wish today)
"Faiz Bhai ne aapko bataya na? Unke pait mai kuch baat nahi rahti," Mishal huffed and he chuckled.
(Faiz's brother told you, right? He can't jeep ant secrets)
"Ham mazak kar rahe the" Mishal let out a forced chuckle and his hold tightened.
(I was joking)
"Mai mazak nahi kar raha hoon," Hayder sucked a soft spot on her neck making her breath hitched. She let out a moan making his heart ran a marathon.
(I am not joking)
Mishal shut her eyes when she felt his lips on her jaw. She was clutching his shirt as his lips were doing wonders on her skin.
"Hame aur koi shikayat nahi hai," Mishal said before he could claim her soft delicate lips.
(I don't have any complaint)
Hayder pulled away a bit and let out a groan.
"Aur tumhari konsi aadat hai bina dupatta ke ghar mai ghoomne ki. Agar mai aainda mai tumhe binaa dupatta ke dekha na tou samajh lena," Hayder warned but a small smile was playing across her lips.
(And what is this habit of yours of roaming in the house without the dupattaa. If I will ever saw you without the dupatta, then see what I will do)
"Ham samajh rahe hai," Mishal crossed her arms over her chest and said in amusement.
(I understand)
"Kya?" Hayden raised his eyebrows in confusion.
(What)
"Ham itne bhi bewakoof nahi hai. Aap hame bina dupatta ke dekhte hai tou aap control nahi kar paate. Iss liye aap hame dupatta lene ke liye kah rahe haina?" Mishal said lowering her gaze while fidgeting with her fingers.
(I am not that stupid. You can't control yourself seeing me like that. That's why you are telling me to take a dupattaa)
His mouth gaped open at her words. Before he could utter a word, she moved away from there. Hayder was still in the state of shock.
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Mishal was blow-drying her wet hair when her mother entered the room. Her mother holds the serious expression which was scaring her. Her mother locked the door and sat on the edge of her bed nervously.
"Ammi, sab theek haina?" Mishal asked with a worried lace in her tone.
(Is everything alright)
"Ab tum badi ho gayi ho. Tumhara nikah ho chuka hai. Bohot si cheeze hai jo tumhe nahi pata hai. Aaj ham tumko wahi samjhaane aaye hai. Hamari baat gaur se sunna. Bohot zaroori baat hai," Her mother said in a serious tone, and she hesitantly nodded her head.
(You are grown up now. Your Nikah is done. There are so many things that you don't know. And I am here to explain to you that. Listen to me carefully. It's very important )
"Shohar ka bohot ooncha darja hota hai. Shohar ki khidmat karna, unka khayaal rakhna, unse pyaar karna har aurat ka farz hai. Hayder tumhara shohar hai. Uska haq hai tum par. Wo kabhi tumhe apne paas bulaaye tou chali jaana. Tum dono ka ek doosre par pura haq hai. Man has needs. And as a wife, you must fulfill his needs," Her mother explained while her cheeks turn beetroot red.
(Husband has a very high place. It's our responsibility to take care of our husband, to love him. Hayder is your husband. He has every right on you. Go towards him if he will call you. You both have every right to each other)
Mishal lowered her gaze in embarrassment.
"Ammi- aap kaisi baat kar rahi hai. Unki needs, wo khud jaane. Ham isse kya hai?"
Mishal said fidgeting with the corner of her dupatta.
(How can you talk about such things? It's his needs. I don't have anything to do with it)
"Mishal- bacche aasman se nahi aate hai. Aur ham tumhare baccho ko dekhna hai," Her mother said in a sarcastic tone.
(Kids don't come from clouds. And I want to see your kids)
"Ammi- hame bohot sharm aa rahi hai," Mishal hide her face between her hands and let out a groan.
(I am feeling shy)
"Mishi-tum aaj mujhe apne dost ki tarah samjho. Tum mujhse kuch bhi share kar sakti ho aur puchh sakti ho," Her mother reassured her.
(Consider me as your friend for today. You can share anything with me and you can ask anything)
"Pakka?" Mishal asked and her mother nodded her head.
(Are you sure)
"Ammi- ye foreplay kya hota hai?" Mishal asked slowly and her mother's eyes widen.
(What is foreplay)
"Mishal-ye kaise besharam jaise sawaal kar rahi ho. Koi iss tarah ka sawaal puchhta hai apni ammi se," Her mother glared at her.
(How can you be so shameless? How can you ask such questions to me)
"Pehle tou aap dost ban rahi thi. Aur aapne hi hamse bola tha ke jo ham chahe wo puchh sakte hai. Agar aapko apne navaaso ko khilaane na mile tou hame kuch mat boliyega. Ek tou aap kuch batati nahi hai, phir aap hame hi daantegi," Mishal pouted crossing her arms over her chest.
(You were becoming my friend a few minutes ago. You told me that I can ask anything you anything. Don't complain to me if you won't be able to play with my kids. You never told me anything and now you are scolding me)
"Tumhare shohar tumhe sab samjha denge. Ham kya bataye tumhe? Waqt ke saath sab cheez samajh jaaugi. Ek aur baat, kabhi hayder ko naraaz mat karna. Aur wo tumse khafa rahe tou unhe manana," Her mother said making her confused.
(Your husband will explain everything. What should I tell you? One more thing, never let him be angry with you. If he is angry on you, then convince him)
"Wo tou har waqt munh phulaaye baithe rahte hai. Ham har waqt manane lag gaye unhe tou wo sar par chad jaayenge. Waise shohar ko manaate kaise hai?" Mishal asked raising her eyebrows.
(He is always angry. If I will keep on convincing him, then he will take advantage of it. By the way, how to convince your husband?)
"Ye sab bhi ham tumhe bataye. Aaj tak koi aashiqana kitaabe nahi padhi hai kya?" Her mother shot up from her seat and glared at her
(Should I also explain this? You never read any romantic books)
Mishal sarcastically clapped her hands while looking at her mother with a fake smile.
"Aaj tak hame aap logo ne ek romantic movie nahi dekhne di. Iss wajah se ki hamara dimagh kharab ho jaayega. Aur aap aashiqana kitaab na padhne ke liye daant rahi hai," Mishal pouted crossing her arms over her chest.
(You never let me see any aromatic movie. Just because you thought that it will be messed up with my brain. And you are scolding me for not reading romantic books)
"Jo kitaabe padhni hai padhlo. Baaki tum khud samajh jaogi. Abhi hamara dimag mat khao. Nahi pata kaisi beti mil gayi hai hame," Her mother said in a frustrated tone while going towards the door of the room.
(You can read whatever book you want to. You will understand itself. Don't eat my brain now. Why I a got such daughter)
Mishal's eyebrows drew closer in confusion.
"Aaj kal baccho mai sharm o hayaa hi nahi hai," Her mother muttered under her breath and left her room.
(There is no shame in today's youth)
Mishal mouth gaped open at her mother's words.
She took out her laptop and start her research.
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Mishal put her dupatta on her head as she took the cup of tea to his study room.
Her hands were shaking as she was putting the cup of tea on his desk. His intense gaze was sending shivers ran down her back.
"Mishal," Hayder's deep voice reverberated making her startle.
"Jee," Mishal said in a low voice while fidgeting with the corner of her dupatta. Her gaze was lowered to the ground.
(Yes)
"Meri taraf dekho," Hayder ordered and she hesitantly looked at him.
(Look at me)
"I came to know about your result. How much you got in this semester?" Hayder raised his eyebrows making her eyes widen.
Inhe kaise pata chala, Mishal thought.
(How he came to know)
"I got 80 percent," Mishal said in a nervousness.
"Baaki ke 20 percent kaha hai. Aur Biology mai kitna aaya hai?" He asked.
(Where is the remaining 20 percent? How many you got in biology)
"75," Mishal said in embarrassment.
"Mishal- tum aaj mujhe bataa do. Padhai karna hai ke nahi karna hai tumhe. Kitna waqt zaaya karti ho tum? Maine tumhe dekha hai fuzool se shows dekhti ho. Aaj ke baad tumhara 90 ke neeche aaya na tou samajh lena. Mujhse bura koi nahi hoga," Hayder warned making her lips pursued into the pout.
(Tell me today. You want to study or not? You waste so much time. I saw you watching some shit shows. If you will get under 90, then I won't leave you. You better concentrate on studies)
Aapse bura koi hai bhi nahi, Mishal thought.
(No one is worse than you)
"Ham agli baar dhyaan rakhenge," Mishal said in a low voice and he nodded her head.
(I will take care of it next time)
"What are you waiting for? Go and bring your books. I will clear all your confusion," He said making her mouth gaped open.
Mishal hesitantly nodded and moved towards her room to get her books.
"Konse chapter mai doubt hai?" Hayder asked as she sat beside him on the couch.
(Which chapter)
"Chapter 3. Reproduction in human beings," Mishal said with a shrug making his eyes widen.
Hayder rubbed the side of his neck in nervousness as he was contemplating how to explain her.
"Teacher ne nahi samjhaya?" Hayder raised his eyebrows.
(Teacher didn't explain)
"Samjha hi naa de. Teacher tou sharm se aise laal ho rahi thi ke ham aapko kya bataye. Unhone ye part skip kar diya. Wo kah rahi thi ke zaroori nahi hai," Mishal said with a shrugged.
(She won't explain us. How could I explain to you that how much she was blushing? She skips this part. She told us that it's not important)
"Phir important nahi hoga. Baaki topics mai zyada acche se dhyaan do," Hayder said and she nodded her head with a chuckle.
(Then it's not important. Concentrate on other topics)
"Tum has kyu rahi ho?" Hayder raised his eyebrows and questioned her.
(Why you are laughing?)
"Ham itne bhi bewakoof nahi hai. Hame sab pata hai. Aap apne aap ko calm karne ke liye cold showers lete haina," Mishal chuckled making his eyes widen.
(I am not stupid. I know everything. You take cold showers to calm yourself)
"Mishal," Hayder warned.
"Aap bataye na hame. Aap ne aaj tak kitne cold showers liye hai?" Mishal asked curiously.
(Tell me. How many cold showers you have taken)
"Mishal- kon sikha rahe hai tumhe itni fuzool baat? Aainda mai tumhe itni fuzool baatein karte hue na suno," He warned and her lips pursued into the pout.
(Who is feeding with you all such bullshit? You better not talk anything like that again)
She collected her things and was about to go away when he caught her wrist.
Hayder placed a soft kiss on the back of her palm.
"Mishal-tum jaisi ho waisi pasand ho mujhe. Tumhari masumiyat se ishq hai mujhe. Tumhe mere liye apne aap ko badalna ki zaroorat nahi hai," Hayder looked into her hazel brown eyes and utter those words.
(I like you the way you are. I am in love with your innocence. You don't have to change yourself for me)
Mishal nodded her head as a blush covered her cheeks. She lowered her gaze as her cheeks were turning heavier with each passing second.
Only he knows how much her innocence is driving him crazy. Only she knows how much his words are affecting her.
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