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Amal looked at herself in the mirror as she make a braid out of her hair. Her luscious brown curls in the front covered her drowsy eyes. She was wearing an off-white lucknowi anarkali. Her white chiffon dupatta was on her slender neck.
Amal sucked in a sharp breath as her hands curled into the fist. Negative thoughts swirled around her mind and she was deep down scared. Scared of losing him.
âTum yaha baithi ho. Mein tumhe kabse dhoond rahi hoon," Amal looked up at her mumani jaan.
"Wo tumhaari khala aa rahi hai aaj. Mujhe abhi phone aaya tha. Shayed Ahmer bhi saath mein aayenge," Amal nodded her head at her words.
"Kuch madad chahiye lunch banane mein. Ham waise bhi bore ho rahe hai. Exam khatam ho gaye haina," She requested in a low voice fiddling with the hem of the dupatta. She wants to distract herself.
"Tumhara mann hai tou banaa do. Waise bhi mehmaan ko mulaazima ke haath ka khana serve karna sahi nahi hai. Tumhara mann kar raha hai kuch banane ka tou biryani banaa lo. Mein mulazima se kah kar meetha banwa deti hoon," Her mumani jaan caressed the top of her head and she passed a polite smile.
"Jee Zaroor. Ham tayyari shuru kar dete hai. Warna lunch mein late ho jaayega. Aap khala jaan ko tou jaanti haina," Amal softly chuckled as she moved towards the kitchen.
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âRidiculous. Cancel the campaign right now. When it's your damn duty to facilitate everything, you better do it. Useless fools," Rameez snapped over the phone and attended the call.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, he raked his fingers through his messy hair. He took the car keys from the drawer as he moved outside the room.
His heart skips a beat as he was stilled for the moment. Rameez stopped near the kitchen door when his gaze fell on his Amal.
Her hair was tied in a messy bun while few strands of hair fell on her forehead. The white chiffon dupatta was tied from her shoulder to the waist.
Rameez took a deep breath as he entered the kitchen. He fixed his hair and collar of his black shirt.
"Amal," Rameez gently smile as he tucked the hair behind her ear.
Amal was frozed while his deep voice send chills to run down her spine.
She gulped while her gaze was fixed on the deg of biryani.
"Naraaz ho mujhse?" Rameez asked as he leaned towards her. His breath was fanning on her neck and she fluttered.
"Tayyar ho jao. Ham dono baher lunch karenge. Celebration karna haina," Rameez caressed his cheeks, and she scoffed.
"Ham kahi nahi jaa rahe. Main abhi se begair rahne ki aadat daal rahe hai. Behtar hoga ke aap bhi hamse faasla rakhe," Amal said in a determined tone as she chopped the tomatoes with the sharpest knife.
Rameez runs his thumb over his lower lip to control the amusement.
"Mein tou kabhi tumse door rahne ki aadat nahi daalunga," He shrugged his shoulder and a frown decorate her face.
"Rameez. Aapko hamare begair rahne ki aadat daal leni chahiye. Kal ko hamari shaadi ho gai tou aap tadap tadap kar mar jaayenge. Aap hamari judaai nahi bardasht kar paayenge," Amal said in a dramatic tone and he rolled his eyes.
"Ham sacchi kah rahe hai. Ladke na bohot possessive hote hai. Unhe zara nahi pasand ke unki biwi ya hone wali biwi ke koi nazdeek bhi aaye. Ab hamare hone wale miya ne zaroor bura maan lena agar aap aise hi rahe tou," Amal added in a low voice and he let out a sigh.
"C'mon Amal. Kuch bhi bolti hou tum. Tumhe kaha jaana hai? Tumhe apni puri zindagi issi ghar mein guzarna hai," Rameez scrunched his nose and she hit his arms lightly.
"Allah na kare. Padhai ka shouk hai par shaadi ka bhi shouk hai. Sirf iss baare mein soch ke hi itni excitement hoti hai. Wallah. Ham laal joda pahenenge. Acche se tayyar honge. Then my husband will see me and then he will praise me. Then he will give me the gift. Aur nahi pata kya kya hoga?" Amal chirped in excitement while a layer of blush was coated on her cheeks.
All while in her excitement, she didn't realize the pair of hands that were wrapped around her waist. He tightened his hold on her as words hit him.
Rameez can't let anyone even come near his Amal. His blood boiled at the mere thought of her with someone else.
Uska bass chale tou wo apni Amal ko puri duniya se mahfuz rakhe. Kisi ki galat nazar uss par padne na se. Rameez ka dil chahta hai ke woh usse apne baahon mein qaid kar le. Mohabbat thodi koi pinjara hai jaha mahbub ko qaid kar le. Mohabbat mein thodi kisi par majbur kiya jaa sakta hai. Jaha honi rahti hai, dil mein khud ehsaas aa jaata hai. Kabhi kisi se itni mohabbat na karna ke aakhir mein aap itna toot jau ke khud ko samait na sako.
"Mera dil kabhi tumhe kisi ke aur ke saath gawara nahi kar paayega," Rameez thought as a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Waise ham aapse bohot khafaa hai. Aap jou har waqt marne ki baat karte haina, mujhe khauf aata hai. Kyu aziyat dete hai aap mujhe? Allah na kare. Agar aap ko kuch ho gaya tou mein bhi mar jaaungi," Amal fisted his shirt as she said with sincerity laced in her tone.
"Phir tou sahi haina. Ham dono bhoot bann kar sabka jeena haram karenge," Rameez chuckled and she huffed.
"Kuch nahi hota, meri jaan. Jou bhi hoga Allah ki marzi se hoga. Aur wo ham dono ke liye behtareen hoga. Bass ham apne rab se dua maang sakte hai," Rameez comforted her as he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.
Amal nodded her head fiddling with her fingers.
"Accha. Mera bohot mann tha tumhe lunch pe le jaane ka. Khair, tum mere saath jaana nahi chahti," He shrugged his shoulder.
"Aisi baat nahi hai. Khala jaan lunch pe aa rahe hai. Accha thodi lagta hai aise baher jaana. Baad mein sukoon se lunch par jaayenge," Amal softly smile and he rubbed his stubble to control the smile that was stretching on his lips.
"Aap ghar par lunch kariyega. Sab ko accha lagega," She added and he nodded his head.
"Jaisa tum bolo. Mein kuch kaam khatam kar ke aata hoon phir sab saath mein lunch karenge," Rameez smiled.
"Ek minute rukiye," Amal said in a hurried tone as she clutched his arms.
His heart skips a beat when she put her white dupatta on her head. Amal recited ayatul kursi and blow on him. All while he was staring at her noorani face.
The dupatta was on her head yet a few strands of hair covered her eyes.
"Allah aapko apne hifz o amaan mein rakhe. Allah aapko har pareshani aur taklif se durr rakhe," Amal smiled gently blowing the dua on him.
His heart was bursting with happiness and peace. Rameez couldn't help but pray to Allah that he get married to Amal. His jaan.
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âAap kaisi hai khala jaan?" Amal smiled gently as she passed her the glass of juice.
"Mein theek hoon. Aur tumhara kya haal hai? Badi khala ki haal chaal puchhi jaa rahi hai. Aaj tak ek call nahi ki aur aaj itna dikhawa," Her khala narrowed her eyes at her.
"Aisi baat nahi hai, khala. Bass padhai mein masroof the. Socha tha aapko call karne ka par fursat nahi mili. Yeh sab chodiye, aap bataye aap kya khaayengi?" Amal sat on her knees near the couch and said.
âTum mera chhoda. Bass ek glass paani dedo. Mein dawai le leti hoon. Tum jaa kar bushra aur ahmer ki khaatirdaari karo. Itne din baad aaye hai wo dono. Tum tou har waqt yaha padi rahti ho. Par wo log ko apni izzat ka khayaal hai. Ye tumhara thodi ghar hai jou tum yaha rah rahi ho. Apne gaov jao. Aise thodi kisi ke ghar mein rahna sahi hai. Apni izzat ka koi khayaal hai," She gulped down the tears as her khala words were twisting the knife in her heart.
Amal stood up from there as her whole body was shaking. Tears fell on her cheekbones and she instantly wiped them away with the back of her palm. Faham stood up from there and give her the concerned look.
"Phupho, yeh ghar aapke abba ka nahi hai. Mere bhai ki haq halal ki kamai ka hai. Agar bhai ko zara bhi ilm hua na ke aap ne unki Amal ko kya kya kaha hai tou khair nahi hai aapki. Aap badi hai mujhse. Iss liye behtar hoga aap log Amal ko kuch na kahe," Faham warned them, and her khala become all quiet.
Gulping down the tears, Amal moved towards the kitchen to look over the food preparation.
"Amal," she turned around to look up at her cousin, Ahmer.
"Aap yaha? Kaise hai aap? Aapko kuch chahiye?" Amal asked in a low voice faking a smile.
"Maafi chahiye. Ammi tou kuch bhi bol deti bina soche samjhe. Tum unki baatein mind mat kiya karo. I know you're hurt and I am extremely sorry. Amal, you deserve every best thing," Ahmer smiled apologetically.
"It's alright. Khala hai wo hamari. Ham unki baatein mind nahi karte," Amal lied pretending a fake smile.
"Okay. Then, it's good. Phir lunch saath mein karte hai. Suna hai lunch tumne banaya hai?" He asked in an amused tone.
"Jee," Amal hesitantly replied.
"I am so sorry. I am so sorry. Abhi Faham ne mujhe bataya ammi ne kya karnaama sar anjaam diya hai. Yaha tou kisi ko chain nahi hai," Amal was engulfed in a bone-crushing hug as her cousin was a rambling apology.
"Sab theek hai, bushra aapi. Chill kare," Amal tried to lighten the situation.
"Nahi yaar. Ye tou galat haina. Ammi hamesha tumhe hurt karti hain. Par mein ammi se baat karungi. Tum tension mat lo. Aur haan, Ahmer ham dono ko raat mein ice cream ke liye le kar jaayega," Bushra said in an excited tone.
"I don't have a problem," Ahmer raised his hands in surrender.
"Hame Rameez se pucchna hoga," she hesitantly said as her gaze was fixed on the floor.
"Ek minute- rameez bhai kyu tumhara faisla lenge? Wo bhi konse haq se? Wo sirf tumhare cousin hai. Aur unka koi haq nahi banta tum par," Ahmer bewildered.
His words affected her heart. No matter what anyone says, she knows that deep down Rameez has more right on her than anyone else.
"Unka tou pura haq hai mujh par," Amal smile faintly as she moved away from there leaving him stunned.
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