Chapter 62: 4| Raabta

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Letting out a frustrated sigh, Amal turned to the other side of the bed. Sleep was miles away from her eyes. It was around 4 in the evening and she still didn't have her lunch.

Amal can't bring herself to face her khala. She was embarrassed but more than that she was insecure. Insecure of how she doesn't have anywhere to live. Insecure of how her parents don't care to call her in all those freaking years. Do they hate her so much that they can't bear his presence?

Amal laid her head on the bed rest as she coiled her arms around her legs.

"Amal" A voice called her out as the door of her room creaked open.

She took her dupatta and put it on her shoulder.

“Rameez- aap,” Amal breathed as she moved forward.

"Should I serve you the lunch? You have not eaten anything since the morning. And you came so late. Main kya karu aapka?" She babbled averting her eyes from him. She tried her best to hide her emotions. As she moved towards the door of her room, he caught her wrist in a tight grip.

Her breath stuck in her throat as she couldn't form a word. Her lips wobbled up as her hands was on his warm grasp

"Kya hua? Ab tum kya mujhe bhi nahi bataugi," Rameez murmured in a soft tone as he pushed her hair behind her ear.

"Kuch...kuch nahi hua," Amal stuttered and tears pooled up in her eyes. Gulping down the tears, she sat at the edge of the bed.

"Meri wajah se pareshan ho? Does me being in politics hurt you? If that so, I can leave the politics for you. Aapke liye tou mein kuch bhi chhod sakta hoon. Aap sirf ek baar hukum kare," He caressed her cheeks and look at her sincerely.

"Aisa nahi hai. Mein aapko woh cheez chhodne ko kyu kahungi joh aapko pasand hai. Like you support my ambition and career, I will do anything to support you,"  Amal played with the button of his shirt as she gazed at him with pure adoration.

Jod tou unka accha banta haina jou ek doosre ko khud se zyada samajhte hai.

Wo donon tou ek doosre se itni mohabbat karte the ke aasman mein farishte Allah se safarish karne lage. Wo Allah se inn dono ka jod banane ko kahte hai. Par Allah ko kuch aur manzoor tha. Amal aur Rameez ko Allah se bohot tawakkul tha. Unn dono ko itminaan tha Allah unn dono ke liye wahi karenge jou unke liye behtareen hai.

" Tumhara mood kyu kharab tha?" Rameez asked as slowly squeezed her hands in an assuring way.

"Bass aise hi. Hame bohot ghutan ho rahi hai. Ham kitne bure hai. Ham kaise insaan hai ke hamare parents ne kabhi hame yaad nahi kiya. Unhone tou ek call karna bhi gawara nahi kiya. Kya ham itne bure hai? Agar aap nahi hote tou ham nahi pata kaha hote? Dil mein dar baith gaya hai. Khauf aata har cheez se. Dum ghootta hai yeh sab soch kar. Kya ham itne besahara the ke Allah ne hame aapke hawale chhod diya. Kaash ham mar jaate hai. Sukoon tou naseeb mein rahta," Amal hiccuped as tears stained her cheeks.

Her words were like a knife in his heart. There was a moisture in his eyes seeing so vulnerable. Her whole body was shaking and all he wanted to do is assure her that she is not a burden to anyone. How could he explain to her that she is his home? His sukoon. Hell, she is everything.

"Amal. meri jaan, meri taraf dekho," He tried to cup her cheeks and she clutched his shirt in her fist.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. Tum meri jaan ho. Taklif hoti hai tumhe iss haal mein dekh kar. Tum bohot azeez ho mujhe. Mere Allah ka shukar adaa karta hoon ke tum meri zindagi mein aayi. Tum besahara nahi hou, meri jaan. Tum aisa kyu soch rahi ho? Mar maarne ki baatein na kiya karo. Agar tumhe kuch ho gaya na maine tou sahi mein mar jaaunga. I'll be damned if something ever happened to you. I can't see tears in your eyes, my love. I just can't see you this vulnerable. As far as your parents, let's not talk about them. I didn't get them arrested because they were your parents. Or else they would have faced the worst consequence for doing so wrong with you," His jaw clenched as he spoke those words. Rameez let out a sigh as he raked his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Lunch kiya hai tumne? Of course, who I am asking. You didn't have your lunch," Rameez shot her a glare as he wiped his tears with his thumb.

"Idhar aao," He took her to the bathroom and open the faucet of the basin.

"Munh dhul ho. Aankh laal ho gayi hai tumhari," He said in a gentle tone as he pulled her hair which was on his forehead.

Amal let the cool water pacify her. As the cold water runs down her face, she felt relaxed. Turning off the faucet, she turned towards him.

Taking out the fresh white towel from the cabinet, Rameez patted her face.

Amal fixed her dupatta as she moved out of her room while Rameez was following her from behind.

"Lunch kaha hai? Maine aur Rameez ne lunch karna hai? Biryani banai thi na?" Amal asked in a soft tone to the mulazima.

The mulazima gave her a confused look.

"Aapne lunch nahi kiya? Aap ki khala dabbe mein bhar kar jitni biryani thi sab le gai. Shayed dinner ke liye le gai hai. Main banaa du kuch aap dono ke liye?" The maid questioned her.

"Ideal khala of yours," Rameez scoffed from behind.

"Don't worry. I will cook for myself and Amal," Rameez added as he moved towards the pantry.

Maid smiled and moved towards the outhouse.

"Kya khaugi tum?" Rameez asked from the pantry.

"Pasta," Amal chirped as she moved towards the pantry. She saw him observing the two bottles which were sauces.

"Red or white?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Red," she replied in a duh tone as she took out some veggies from the basket to chop.

It was their ritual. Whenever they are in a good mood or happy, they would cook together.

"Sambhal ke karna," Rameez said in a cautious tone and she nodded her head.

"Ham ko sab aata hai," Amal said in a proud tone, and he snorted.

"Jhooti kahin ki," He scrunched his nose and her mouth gaped open.

"Allah. Ham kaha jhoot bol rahe hai. Aap ko hamari taarif hazam nahi hoti. Jalan hoti haina aapko ke ham aapse zyada talented hai," she flipped her hair proudly, and his jaw clenched. Amal purposely slaps her hair on his jaw.

"Gussa tou aapka naak par chada rahta hai. Koi shaadi nahi karega aapse. Ladkiyo ke khud itne mood swings hote hai. Wo khud ko sambhale ya aapko," Amal chuckled and he shot her a glare.

"Kisi ko dhoonda hai mere liye?" Rameez raised his eyebrows as a smirk played on his lips.

"Dhoonda tou hai. Wo bohot acchi hai. Wo tou hamse bhi acchi hai. Bass wo aapko pasand aa jaaye," she chirped in excitement and an amused smile played on his lips.

"Kabhi kisi ko khud se zyada mat samajhna. Tum sab se acchi ho. Aur haan, ammi ko kah dena main shaadi ke liye tayyar hoon. Bass shart yeh hai ke ladki tum pasand karogi mere liye," Rameez spoke up and her eyes widen at his words.

"Allah. Aap sacchi kah rahe? Pakka na? Pehle aap mujhse waa'da kare," She was still shocked as his words doesn't seem to be trustworthy.

"Waa'da," He smiled.

"Ham abhi mumani jaan ko batate hai," Amal smiled as she move towards the room.

All Rameez could do was shake his head at her innocence.

When she came to the dining table for the lunch, she saw a bunch of red roses decorated on the table.

"Tumhara mood kharab tha na. So I ordered it to lighten your mood," Rameez scratched the back of his neck in nervousness, and she flustered.

"Thank you," Amal smiled softly as she smelled the roses.

And they enjoyed their lunch blissfully.

That's how their relationship was. No matter how much her mood was ruined, he will always be there to cheer her up.

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"Thand lag jaayegi tumhe. Iss mausam mein bahar jaake ice cream kon khaata hai?" Rameez sighed as he asked her.

It was almost midnight when she craved the ice cream. And how could he ever deny something she requested.

"Issi mein tou maza hai. Aap kabse kaam mein busy the. Thoda bahar niklenge tou aap ko bhi accha lagega," Amal explained tightening the hold on the navy blue embroidered shawl.

Amal connected her mobile phone to Bluetooth and started the playlist.

"I have the best choices of songs," she proudly said as she played the song.

Usne Mujhe Chhua Bhi Nahi

Aisa Waisa Kuch Hua Bhi Nahi

Nazar Thi Paini Hui Bechaini

Aankhon Aankhon Mein Shaitani Ho Gayi

Saiyaan Ne Dekha Aise

Main Paani Paani Ho Gayi

Main Paani Paani Ho Gayi

Main Paani Paani Ho Gayi

"Astagfirullah, Amal. Tum kya itne wahiyat gaane sunti ho?" Rameez glared as a red hue spread across his cheeks.

"Galati se lag gaya. I am sorry. I will change the song," Amal stuttered as she mentally cursed herself.

Tera Badan Poora Tera Ilaaka

Maine Na Jhaka

Maana Tu Lady Gaga

Main Daku Nahi Hu

Na Dalunga Daka

"I am sorry. Ye bhi galati se lag gaya," Amal blabbered turning off the speaker as he shot her a glare.

"Sorry to say but you have the worst taste in song," Rameez scrunched his nose in disgust and she huffed.

Rameez parked the car and move towards the ice cream shop to get them ice cream. As soon as he entered the car, he passed her the cup and she embarrassingly took it.

"Let me put a nice song," Rameez smiled.

Tu chahiye, tu chahiye

Shaam-o-subah tu chahiye

Tu chahiye.. Tu chahiye..

Har martabaa Tu chahiye

Jitni dafaa.. zidd ho meri

Utni dafaa.. haan, Tu chahiye

And the whole environment turned pleasant as they were enjoying their favorite ice cream with a beautiful song in the background.

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