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Hayder unbuttons the top button of his white shirt when his gaze fell on his wife.
"Biwi, aap abhi tak padhai kar rahi hai. Thoda aaram kar le," Hayder plopped on the bed with the support of his elbow as he looked at her with concern.
(Wifey, you are still studying. Have some rest)
"Jhooti tashweesh na dikhaye. Aap ki wajah se hamara bheja fry ho gaya hai. Aap ko hi bada shouk aaya the hame Ph.D. karwaane ka," Mishal pouted and he let out a chuckle.
(Dont show me your fake concern. You are the reason I am going mad. You were so keen to make me do a Ph.D.)
"Itna tension mat lo. Exam mai sab accha hi hoga. Bass padhai mai dhyaan do aur kuch waqt apne shohar ko bhi de diya karo. Tumhare paas waqt hi nahi hota," Hayder snuggled in the crook of her neck, and blood rushed to her cheeks.
(Dont be so stressed. Everything will eat better during the exam. Just concentrate on your studies and your husband. You don't even spend time with me)
"Darasal hamara exam aane wala hai aur hamari bohot phatt rahi hai," Mishal bit her lips and he cringed at the last sentence.
(Actually, my exam is near and I am so scared)
"Mishal," He glared.
"Hamara matlab tha ke hamari haalat kharaab ho gayi hai," Mishal reframed her sentence and he let out a cold sigh.
(I mean that I am very scared)
"Kuch doubt hai tou puchh sakti ho," Hayder smiled as he kissed her palm.
(If you have any doubt, ask me)
"Koi doubt nahi hai. Hasan ne sab doubt clear kar diya hai. Itne acche hai woh," Mishal said as her eyes lit up in excitement.
(There is no doubt. I have asked everything from Hasan. He is so good that he help me out)
"Kon Hasan?" Hayder glared.
(Who is Hasan)
"Hamare professor," Mishal shrugged her shoulder.
(My professor)
"Kuch zyada free nahi ho rahi tum," Hayder hovered over a petite figure as he glared at the poor soul.
(Aren't you acting like you are free with him?)
"Khair itna bhi nahi hai. Unko hamare baare mai kuch bhi nahi pata. Ham dono canteen gaye the ek baar. Unhone ne chutney ke jaga sauce mangwaya tha samose ke saath. Unhe kuch nahi pata hamare baare mai," Mishal said with a sigh and his hand tightened around her waist.
(Well it's not that much. He doesn't know anything about me. We went to the canteen once. He asked for the sauce instead of chutney for me. He doesn't know anything about me)
"Pura naam kya hai professor ka? Aur age kya hai?" Hayder asked in a frustrated tone.
(What's his full name? And what's his age?)
"Abhi tou wo bohot jawaan hai. Aapse kam hi age hai unki. I think he is around 30," Mishal told him.
(He is so young. His age must be less than yours)
"Shut up. I am just 32," Hayder glared running his fingers through his thick hair in a frustrated way.
"Phir bhi das saal ka fark hai ham dono mai. Aapko kabhi nahi laga ke aap koi masoom si bacchi se shaadi kar rahe hai?" Mishal asked and he chuckled.
(Than to be, there is an age gap of 10 years. You never felt like you are marrying an innocent little girl?)
"Masoom," Hayder scoffed.
(Innocent?)
"I can't believe that you were crushing on me when I was just a little kid asking for candy. I seriously can't imagine a tenth-grade student was crushing on the first-grade student," Mishal said and burst into laughter.
"Shut up," He frowned as he moves towards the closet.
Mishal chuckles and ran after him. She wrapped her arms around his chest from behind as she rested her head on his back.
"Aap kitne bhi buddhe kyu na ho jaaye. Ham phir bhi aapko utni hi mohabbat karenge," Mishal smiled.
(No matter how old you will become, I will still love you)
"Thank you so much biwi for reminding me about my age again and again. Aap nahi rahti tou kon itni zahmat karta," Hayder said in a sarcastic tone, and her chest swelled in pride.
(If you wouldn't be there, then who would have reminded me)
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Hayder parked his range rover outside her university. He rolled the sleeves of his shirt and leaned towards the car. His gaze fell on his wife sitting on the bench with a man who seems in his late thirties.
"Mishal- tumhe koi doubt rahega tou puchh lena. I would love to help you," Hasan smiled as they closed the book.
(If you have any doubt, just ask me)
"Nahi. Sab doubt clear hai. Waise aapka bohot bohot shukriya," Mishal said as she collected her belongings.
(No, every doubt is clear. And thank you for the help)
"Mai aapko drop kar dun? Aap akeli kaise jaayengi," Hasan asked scratching the back of his neck.
(Should I drop you? How will you go alone?)
"Nahi. Aapko pareshan hone ki zaroorat nahi hai. Bhai hamko pick karne aane wale hai. Aata hi honge wo," Mishal looked towards the gate and her eyes widen seeing her husband coming towards her.
(No, you don't have to worry about me. My brother will come to pick me. He must be on the way)
"Sir, ham chalte hai," Mishal said as she was about to move towards the exit.
(Sir, I should be going)
"Tumse kitni dafa kaha hai ke mujhe Sir na kaho. Ab itna bhi bada nahi hoon mai," Hasan chuckled as he followed her.
(I told you so many times to not call me sir. I am not that old)
Hayder jaw clenched as he saw the man following his wife.
"Mishal," Hayder deep voice reverberated causing her to startle.
Mishal moved towards him and he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Yeh aapke bhai hai?" Hasan asked in a confused tone.
(He is your brother?)
Mishal burst into laughter and hides her face on her husband's shoulder.
"Nahi bhae. Yeh hamare shohar hai. Pehle tou yeh hamare bhaijaan the, abhi sirf yeh jaan hai," Mishal hiccuped as she couldn't control her laughter anymore.
(No. He is my husband. He was my cousin before but now he is my soul)
Hayder arms tightened around her waist and he shoots her a glare.
"Mai chalta hu," Hasan awkwardly said scratching the back of his neck.
(I will be going)
As soon as he left, Hayder entwined their hands and lead her to the car.
Soon they teach their home and he immediately led her to the room.
"Biwi, kuch zyada nahi ho raha. You need punishment and you know what it is," Hayder slightly slapped her butt, and her eyes got widen.
(Wifey, don't you think it's too much)
"Daddy got some kinks," Mishal chuckled and he cringed at her words. Hayder glared at her so hard and she bit her lips in embarrassment.
"Kaha hai tumhari aashiqana kitaab? Aaj tou aag lagaa dunga aisi kitaabo ko," Hayder rummaged through the shelves and her lips pursued into the pout.
(Where are your romantic novels? I will set fire on your books today)
"Kitaabo ki izzat karna chahiye. Aapne hi kaha tha. Kitaabo se hame bohot se ilm haasil hote hai," Mishal tried to explain him and he let out a scoff.
(We should respect books. You only told me. We get knowledge from books)
"Tumne bohot saara ilm haasil kar chuka hai. Zyada ilm haasil karne ki wajah se tumhara dimag kharaab ho gaya hai," Hayder passed her the fake smile.
(You have gained enough knowledge. This much knowledge is affecting your brain)
"Aap aisa kuch nahi karenge," Mishal warned him.
(You won't do anything like that)
"Watch me," Hayder smirked.
That's how their life is. Full of crazy arguments, love, care, passion, trust, and aashiqana kitaab.
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I hope you all like it.