Abrar was such a kid. Enough said.

"I swear if you don't eat this. I'm going to... Ugh. You're such a kid!" Haya huffed as she placed the food tray on the bedside table. Abrar gave her a sheepish grin as he eyed her and then at the mutton soup.

Two days have passed since that incident and Abrar was still somewhat in pain. So, Haya was taking his utmost care. But he was behaving like such a kid for eating healthy food. Honestly, a kid was way better if you ask Haya.

"I don't like mutton soup," Abrar whined like a kid. Haya stared at him wide-eyed as though he said the most unforgivable thing, for a second, he was confused.

"How could you say such a thing? Don't you know mutton soup is the best thing ever? Ya Allah! why did you tie me up with such a boring man." Haya sighed dramatically; he opened his mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

"Look, just because I don't like mutton soup you cannot judge me, okay?" Abrar sounded offended as he glared at her.

Haya picked the bowl of soup in her hands and gave him the look, "exactly... You don't like mutton soup. YOU DON'T LIKE MUTTON SOUP. Who doesn't like mutton soup?"

"Uh, me?" Haya rolled her eyes at his lame reply as she brought a spoonful of soup near his mouth, he panicked for a moment but as soon as he saw her glare, his mouth automatically opened. It wasn't that bad.

Haya raised her eyebrows questioningly as she fed another spoon to him, "it isn't bad!" he replied. She took the bowl near her nose to smell the aroma and her eyes immediately shut in glee. Her lips curved into a small smile.

"It's healthy for your bones. And it's really tasty!" Haya insisted as she smelled it again and then fed him another spoon.

"It doesn't taste good." Abrar was still very adamant on his point.

"How can you not like this? I swear you're just like Sanam." Abrar noticed how that beautiful smile fell off her face as soon as she took her sister's name.

"Do you miss her?" Haya's eyes unknowingly tear up a little bit.

"I do." she didn't dare look at his eyes. Before he could ask the next question, she brings up the spoon again, unwillingly he drank it.

"Why don't you text her or something." Haya fought away her tears as she maintained a straight face.

"She doesn't reply." Haya has been missing her only sister for a while now. She expected Ahil to file a case on her or something because she has denied transferring half the share of money to Sanam. What happened to them after that was the question. She could call them but the fact was, no one answers. And that hurt.

"I- Abrar's words was cut in the middle as she shoved the spoon into his mouth again. He drank it with a frown but as soon as his eyes fell on her tears, which she couldn't control anymore. Abrar became uncomfortable. He did not know what to do. He couldn't stand someone in tears. Not because he has a phobia or something. But because his heart is really soft and seeing others cry makes him super sad.

"I'll go and wash the bowl." Abrar didn't notice when did he finish drinking the soup. He watched her leave the bedroom in hurry, as he sat there helplessly.

*Iflan Calling*

"I've heard that someone beat you up or something. Are you okay?" Ilfan, Abrar's best friend/cousin asked him with an amused voice.

"Walaikum Assalam to you too, Iflan." Abrar replied grumpily, honestly, he wasn't in the mood.

"Woah. What's with the voice?" Iflan was the only friend who puts up with the tantrums Abrar throws. Abrar sighed uninterestedly.

"I'm coming over. Make sure to inform Sarah Phopho about this. I want her handmade pakora." Iflan informed excitedly.

"Don't"

"I feel the love bro... I feel the love."

"Iflan yaar, I'm already irritated. Don't even think about coming here. I can't."

"Now though, I'll definitely come." But something strikes in Abrar's mind which made him smile widely, long gone were his sour mood.

"Listen if you're coming, don't forget to bring some Cadbury dairy milk." Iflan choked the water which he just drank. Abrar and sweets don't go on the same line. The fact that he's asking him to buy one was a shock to Iflan.

"Who are you and what have you done to my best friend?" Iflan asked dramatically. But Abrar cuts him off in the middle, "if you are coming over, just get it okay? If not, I'm kicking you out of my room."

"I'm sure you will." Iflan huffed but Abrar has already hung upon him.

***

"Why did you want this?" Iflan held a box full of dairy milk in front of Abrar as he watched his cousin's helpless face. It was fun to annoy the Abrar Shah.

"Just give..." Abrar asked in his calm and composed voice

"Is this for bhabhi?" Iflan teased him with a mischievous smile. Abrar sighed helplessly, if he said yes, he'd tease. If he said no, he'd still tease him.

"Honestly bro, I'm quite worried. You look fine and all. But are you happy in this marriage?" Iflan threw the chocolates at Abrar as he stood beside the bedside table, with arms crossed.

"I don't know Iflan, I sure didn't like her in the beginning. I wasn't even prepared to have a wife or anything. All I wanted was to become a politician, a leader. And suddenly bi jaan brought her into my life." Iflan gave him a confused stare.

"I did not spare much time with her in the beginning. She had few qualities which I absolutely hated in women. Heck, I wasn't even polite to her. I was always cold and distant. Dominating even." Abrar paused as he saw Iflan give him the disappointed stare.

"But one night, I saw her cry in her sleep. She was having nightmares bro. She still does. I know how it feels to lose someone you love the most. I've been through it. Losing someone you hold so close to you is the shitiest feeling and on top of everything, I, her so-called husband, who's supposed to protect her and make her happy, was treating her so stupidly. It made me feel so sick." Abrar shut his eyes for a second as he confessed his feelings.

"Oh, well... Do you like her now?"

"I was wrong in judging her."

"Are you still a jerk to her?"

"I think not."

"Damn. Let me note the date. Abrar Shah admitting his mistakes. What a great day." Iflan clapped sarcastically but stopped as he saw Abrar glare at him.

"So, you're giving bhabhi chocolates to woo her or something?" Iflan asked him curiously, with a mischievous grin, Abrar gave him a sly smile as he said," that's none of your business."

"You're impossible bro. So hopeless. But where's Meruza? I haven't seen her in a while?" Iflan asked him quite curiously.

"Stop trying to hit on my sister. I swear if you look at her way, I will..." Iflan cuts Abrar of in the middle as he smacked him with a pillow, and ran away before he could get hurt or something.

***

Haya sat on the floor gloomily, as she drew a design that has been her recent inspiration. Abrar gawked at her, as he hid the chocolates under the pillows, hesitantly, not knowing how should he give this to her. What will she think of him after this?

But Haya's mind was distracted right from the evening, after discussing her sister, she has been missing her a lot. And was worried too.

"Haya..." Abrar finally developed the courage to call her name. She just hummed in response, did not even look at him.

"I think you'll like these." he got up from the bed even if it was slightly painful and gave it to her.

Haya raised her head to see what it was, her eyes widened in shock and surprise as she saw him hold a big box of dairy milk chocolates.

"Are you serious? Where and how did you get these?" Haya stood up excitedly, as she snatched the box from him. He didn't fail to notice the smile on her face which came instantly as soon as she eyed the box. Abrar was super glad.

"I heard you talking with that Farhan about these chocolates. I guessed it was your favourite or something." Abrar half smiled as he goes back to sit on the bed, it still pained to stand for longer than two minutes.

"I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THESE. You're getting nicer day by day. Did you also get hit on her head or what?" Haya asked him with that wide smile on her face.

Abrar rolled his eyes at the last line, "I thought it'd cheer you up. You were crying in the evening because of me."

"It was not you," Haya replied with a wave of her hand. He nods his head, "I know but still. Don't cry. Your tears are not worth it." she froze at his words. Was he real?

"Thank you for this." Haya grinned at him and walks to sit on the sofa, to eat them right away.

"You may want to keep that in the fridge. It might have melted." Abrar suggested. But Haya shrugged it off, "it's okay. I like it this way." he looked at her amusingly. She was no longer sad or gloomy and that made him sigh in relief. It was worth Iflan's teasing.

Haya ate the chocolates, practically licked them as though she has never seen them before. Dairy milk is her absolute favourite and on any sad day like this, she depends on them to cheer herself up. And the fact that Abrar has been so thoughtful made her feel giddy and happy.

Abrar Shah was not that bad after all.

*** 

Glossary: 

Bhabhi= sister-in-law.