Chapter 23: 7| Naintara

Apni saanso ke daaman main chhupa lo mujh ko,

Aapki rooh main utar jaane ka jee chahta hai.

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"Mishi- kya hua tou tumhe. Bohot din se tum bohot murjha gai thi. Sab theek haina?" Amaan asked as he caressed her sister's hair.

(You have become so quiet nowadays. Are you okay?)

"Ham bilkul theek hai abhi. Bas hamare mood accha nahi tha kuch dino se," Mishal forced a smile.

(I am alright. I was not in a good mood for few days)

"Tumhe pata hai dominos se call aaya tha. Kah rahe the ke Mishal theek tou haina? Bohot dinon se kuch order nahi kiya," Ayaan chuckled as he teased her.

(We even got a call from dominos. They were asking about you. They are worried about you because you haven't ordered anything from the past few days)

"Bhai," Mishal whined and her brother ruffled her hair.

(Brother)

She smiled at her brothers and her gaze fell on the online shopping notification.

Her eyes widen when she saw a peach color ethenic gharara which was on stock. It was elegantly beautiful with golden thread embroidery.

"Bhai, aap log jaldi se shaadi kar lena. Hame aapki shaadi mai pahenna hai," Mishal pouted and look at her brothers.

(Brother, get married soon. I want to wear this at your wedding)

"Hain? Aapne bhai ke baare mai kabhi socha hai. Koi ladki dhoondi hai?" Amaan asked in a sarcastic tone.

(Really? Have you ever thought about your brother? Have you ever try to find a girl for me?)

"Apni koi dost ka number diya hai? Tumhe tou sirf apni fikar hai. Aapne bhai ka kabhi mat sochna," Ayaan taunted her.

(You never gave me your friend number. You only care about yourself. You never think about your brothers)

"Mujhe tou ek ladki pasand hai. Par Ammi ne kaha teen chaar saal rukne ko kaha hai. Tum kyu nahi kar leti rukhsati? Tumhari wajah se ham atke pade hai," Faiz taunted as he narrowed his eyes at her.

(I liked a girl. But the mother wants me to wait for 3-4 years. Why don't you get married? We are stuck because of you)

Kamran chuckled as he enters her room with the box of sweets.

"Mishi, ye tum apni shaadi mai pahen lena. Das din baad tumhaari rukhsati hai," Kamran stuffed a kaju katli in her mouth and she choked on it.

(You can wear it to your wedding. After all, it your wedding after ten days)

"Hain? Konsi rukhsati? Hamne ammi se kaha tha me ham rukhsati teen chaar saal baad karenge," Mishal said as she recovered from the shock.

(What? Which wedding? I told mom that I will get married after 3-4 years)

"Aur tumhe laga tha ke ammi tumhaari baat maanengi?" Kamran asked in a sarcastic tone and her lips pursued into the pout.

(And you thought mom will agree on this?)

"Ham jaa rahe hai inse baat karne. Ye tou zyaddati hai," Mishal pouted and left her room.

(I am going to talk to him. It's so wrong)

She softly knocks on his door and he told her to come in.

"Hame aapse baat karni," Mishal slowly said as she sat on the edge of the bed. She was fidgeting with her fingers in nervousness.

(I want to talk to you)

"Biwi," Hayder softly said as he took her hand in his.

(Wifey)

"Tum itna ghabra kyu rahi ho?Mai tumhe khaa nahi jaaunga. Halaki dil bohot chah raha hai" Hayder said brushing his fingers on her cheeks.

(Why you are so tensed? I won't eat you. Even though I want to)

"Aap kaisi baat kar rahe hai," Mishal stuttered.

(What are you talking about?)

"Kaisi baat kar raha hai? Ab mai apni biwi se pyaar bhari baatein bhi na karu," Hayder chuckled and the crimson color fell on her cheeks.

(What I am talking about? I am just having a romantic talk with my wife)

"Aap kare hamse pyaar bhari baatein. Par ek dafaa hamari baat tou sunn le. Hame abhi rukhsati nahi karni hai. Hame aur padhai karna hai," Mishal fidgeted with her fingers and he raised his eyebrows.

(You can continue with your romantic talks. But listen to me once. I don't want rukhsati to happen now. I want to study more)

"Mai konsa tumhe ghar mai baithne dunga. You have to complete your masters and then you will do a Ph.D."Hayder said making her mouth gaped open.

(I won't let you sit at home idle)

" Ab itna bhi padhne ki khwaish nahi. Khair, agar ham fail ho gaye tou aap hame kuch mat boliyega," Mishal huffed and he narrowed his eyes at her.

(I don't want to study this much. If I will fail, then don't blame me)

"Tum fail kyu hogi? Main tumhe padhaunga," Hayder told her.

(How can you fail an exam? I will help you in studies)

"Wahi tou baat hai. Itne handsome shohar rahenge tou kiska dil lagega padhai mai. Aur aap tou hame har waqt distract karte hai," Mishal accused him and a smirk played on his lips.

(That's what I am tryna say. How one can concentrate on studies if he has such a handsome husband)

Hayder runs his thumb on his lower lip to control the amused smile which was forming on his lips.

"Maine tumhe kab distract kiya?" Hayder asked at her accusation.

(When I did distract you)

"Kitni dafa kiya hai. Har waqt tou aap bina shirt ke apne room mai ghoomte rahte hai. Jo aap ne jo abs banaya hai gym shym mai wo sabse bada distraction hai. Ham bhi ladki hai. Hamare bhi hormones idhar udhar ho jaate hai. Aapko samajhna chahiye na," Mishal blamed him as she crosses her arms over her chest.

(You did so many times. You always roam around your room without a shirt. And the abs you have made with going to the gym. I am also a girl. My hormones got messed up looking at you without a shirt. You should also understand)

A sound of laughter escaped his lips at her wife's words.

"My cutie patootie," Hayder pecked her cheeks tightly and her lips pursued into the pout.

"Mishal, I want rukhsati happened in the next week. Because I couldn't control myself from telling the world that you are mine," Hayder added and a smile broke on her lips. She bit her lips as she was feeling shy all of a sudden.

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Few days passed in bliss, the wedding preparation was on full sway. The haveli was filled with excitement as it was their naintara wedding.

Mishal has gone to gappu house to give the invitation for the wedding. She rings the doorbell and Ibaad opened the door.

"Aap yaha kaise?" Ibaad asked as he opened the door. He instantly brushes his hair with his fingers and fixes the collar of his shirt.

(How come you are here?)

"Actually- Ibaad Bhai. Hamare shaadi hai next week. Aap ko aana hi hoga. Aakhir aapki bahen ki shaadi hai. Ham jiss din aapse mile the. Ussi din hame ehsaas ho gaya tha ke aap hame apni bahen ki tarah maante hai," Mishal chirped in excitement and his mouth gaped open. It was a shock for him.

(Ibaad brother. It's my wedding next week. You have to come. After all, it's your sister's wedding. When I met you that day, I felt like you consider me as your sister)

"I will see if I can come," Ibaad forced a fake smile.

"I will be waiting," Mishal passed him a grin and left from there leaving him in a state of shock.

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It was her mehndi day. Mishal despises the color green and yellow. So she chooses an ethenic peach color gharara.

Her hands were filled with delicate henna designs which were looking beautiful. The song london thumakda was playing in the background.

Mishal was sitting in the jhula which was decorated with lavender and white lilies. Some women were playing dholki and the environment was very exciting.

Her brother sat down beside her as they bought her favorite foods. Ayaan was helping her to take the sip of coke while Amaan was feeding her the pizza with his own hands. They were taking care of her without uttering the words. But anyone can sense the tears in their eyes.

"Mera baccha," Kamran pecked her forehead as his eyes watered. They treated their sister like a doll. She never had to do any chores and she was spoiled with everything she wants.

(My sister)

"Bhai," Mishal sniffed as she wrapped her arms around her brothers.

(Brother)

Brothers are not very expressive. That's the reason, many of us misunderstood them. They are annoying but that's the only way for them to show affection.

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Mishal went to her room and closed the door. She removed her dupatta and throw it on the bed. She was removing her earring when her gaze fell on Hayder sitting on the bed smirking at her.

His throat bobbed and cold sweats formed on his neck when his gaze fell ok her chest. Her gharara peach color blouse was fitted on her chest. His jaw tightened as he averts his gaze away.

"Aap yaha kya kar rahe hai?" Mishal chuckled and a smirk played on his lips. He cages her between the vanity table as his hands were on either side.

(What are you doing?)

"Tumhaare liye" Hayder whispered in her ear as his hot breath was fanning her neck. There was a gajra with a rose flower in the middle.

(It's for you)

Mishal blushed and he slowly placed the gajra on the vanity table.

"Aap ko aapki biwi kaisi lagti hai?" Mishal asked tucking her hair behind her ears.

(Do you like your wife)

"Badi hi jhalli aur munh phatt," Hayder chuckled and her mouth gaped open.

(She is very crazy and talkative)

"Aur aap buddhi aat-" Mishal was cut off as he placed his lips on her shutting her. She closed her eyes as his warm lips left the tingling sensation all over her body.

(And you-)

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Clad in a breathtaking lehenga, Mishal was looking very beautiful in her rukhsati. Her lehenga was embedded

with zardozi work and delicate designs.

Hayder entered his room which was decorated with lilies and lavender. The rose petals were decorated on the bed. He locked the door and his gaze fell on his noor e jahan.

Hayder removed his sherwani and put it on the chair.

"Mishal, "He slowly said but he was shocked when he heard her sniffed.

Mishal was sitting on the edge of the bed as she sniffed.

"Kya hua tumhe?" Hayder bend down and looked at her noorani chehra.

(What happened to you?)

Her makeup was minimal but her lips were painted in the darker shade of burgundy red. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyelashes were kissing her cheekbones. She was looking flawlessly beautiful.

Hayder slowly stroked her finger making her breath hitched.

"Wo...na," Mishal stuttered and he looked at her with concern.

(That)

"Wo kya, Mishal?" Hayder raised his eyebrows.

(What, Mishal)

"Wo na hame bohot tez bhook lagi hai. Dulhan hai ham iss ka matlab yeh nahi ki hame khaane milega," Mishal pouted as he was looking at her with amusement.

(I am very hungry. I am the bride. That doesn't mean, I won't get to eat anything)

"Change karlo. Phir chali jaana kuch khaane ke liye," Hayder smiled and her eyes twinkle with excitement.

(Change first. Then eat something)

Mishal removed her choker necklace which was embellished with pearl and kundan. She also removed her nose ring and let out a heavy sigh. After removing all the hairpins from her hair, Mishal tied her hair in a messy bun. She wrapped her red dupatta around her shoulder. All while Hayder was looking at her with amusement and love.

Mishal entered the kitchen which was filled with big deg.  She took out some biryani and starters from the fridge and microwave them.

"Tum yaha kya kar rahi ho?" Her mother asked with a gasp as she saw her daughter in the kitchen instead of fulfilling her wish.

(What are you doing)

"Hame bhook lagi thi," Mishal reasoned as she was scared of her mother's reaction.

(I was hungry)

"Tum khana khaa chuki thi" Her mother glared at her.

(You didn't eat)

"Haan. Ek hi starter rakha tha aapne plate mai. Ham dulhan hai. Iska matlab yeh nahi ke hame bhook nahi lagti. Biryani tou thi hi nahi," Mishal pouted and her mother smacked her forehead.

(Yes. But you put only one starter on the plate. I am the bride. But that doesn't mean I am going to be hungry. There was no biryani on my plate)

"Mishal- mature ho jao. Tumhe zara hosh bhi hai. Shaadi ho chuki hai tumhaari. Shaadi wali raat kon apne room mai se bahar aata," Her mother said in a disappointed tone.

(Act like a mature one. Are you even in your senses? You are married. Who comes out of their room on the wedding night?)

"Kyu? Shaadi wali raat mai room mai hi rahna rahta hai kya?" Mishal asked innocently and her mother glared.

(Why? Why does one have to stay in the room on the wedding night)

"Fauran room mai jao. Aur khabardaar, waapis aayi tou," Her mother shoot her a glare and her lips pursued into the pout.

(Go to your room. And don't you dare come out)

Mishal went to her room and the door creaked open. Her mouth gaped open when she saw Hayder sleeping without his shirt on. His muscles and the hard contour of his body were on full display. His left arm was on his eyes and she suddenly felt hot and bothered.

Mishal took a light shower and change into her wine red color PJs. She applied the moisturizer on her face and let her brown hair open. She sat on the bed and her gaze fell on her husband. Her fingers traced the hard contour of his body and blood rushed to her cheeks.

A smile broke on her lips as she laid her head on his arms. Her fingers were on his jaw as their face were inches apart.

"Hayder," Mishal softly whispered and tightened her hold on him. She didn't realize when she fell into a deep slumber as she was too busy cuddling with her husband.

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