The day at the village was turning miserable for both of them.
Reaching there they had to get ready like some actual newly weds and then meet all the relatives there were.

Daneen had enough of all the shit. Since the morning she had not once gotten a chance to go back to her room to rest for a while. She was Indulged in the elders women of the village. Her mother in law not sparing her a second to go and rest.

Sighing she finally pulled out her phone and dialled bazils phone number.

"What's with you now?" Bazil who was already frustrated whisper yelled.

"In five minutes if you don't rescue me from here then I am gonna stand up on a chair and yell, scream! Or cry! Just get me out here now!"
She warned gritting her teeth.

"Don't do anything stupid I am coming okay." Pleading and changing his tone he requested and excusing the lot he made his way inside towards the female side.

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"Ahh, daneen zara baat sunna." Rushing towards the inside his feet halted at the entrance seeing millions of women gathered around his unwanted wife as if a circus was going on.

Gulping he cleared his throat and voiced out slightly loudly so he could be heard in this madness and chaos.

"Jee ayee." Sighing a sigh of relief she quickly answered like a typical desi biwi and looked towards her mother in law whose smile had seemed to vanish seeing her son lingering around her bahu!

"Aunty main jaun?" Smiling she asked like a sughar bahu impressing all the villagites.

"Haan jao jao, mian jee jo itne utawle horahe hain tumhare."
Glaring at her son she replied sarcastically and getting a cue daneen had nearly ran away from there.

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"Haan ab Bolo kiya museebat parr gai thi? Konsi afat agai thi miss daneen per?"
Getting inside their room bazil whisper yelled. He still couldent forget his mom's glares.
He knew he was about to get the " joru ka ghulam" title very soon.

"Ye ye sab afat se kam the kiya, rush dekha tha? Aise lag raha tha k main koi museum me soi hui mummy hoon or ye sab tourists jo ticket per aker mujhe dekh rahe hain."
She replied back in frustration.

"Kash tum koi mummy hi hoteen jo sirf Egypt me hi pai jati to mere galay to na parti na."
He glared at her and his words had her fuming in rage.

"O hello Mr! main galay parri? Main? Kisne kaha tha kay aao or chipko mujhse! Zabardasti le gaye the na bahar ghumanay or khana khilanay to ab bugto."
She showed him the mirror.

"Haan to bugat hi rahe hain. Koi gunnah nahi tha kia or tum bhi khushi ba raza sath gayeen thee mere, kuch yaad hai?"
Bazil looked at her with evil eyes.

"Yaad na karao wo bhayanak din. Mujhe kia pata tha uthaa kay nikkah parhwa denge humara. Bari koi ajeeb family hai tumhari wese. "
Slumping on the bed she made faces.

"Excuse me? Meri family ajeeb hai or tumhari? Usper bhi thori roshni dalen" Sitting on the empty space beside her he questioned sarcastically.

"Jo bhi hain main nahi dal rahi roshni, urdu kay mazmoonka dus numbro ka sawal hai jo roshni daloon.
Lekin apas ki baat hai, itne conservative hain tumhare baba mujhe dekh k unhe khof ata hai." She voiced out what she had in her heart.

"Haan bilkul jaise tumhare ghr wale to bare liberal hain. Aik hath kia pakar lia mene tumhara, tumhare chacha ne to 3 bar qabool hai krwalia."
He mocked her back.

"Haan to wo hain sakht mizaj werna meri maa bohat Liberal hain or Baba bhi bohat azad khyal the. Unka to naam hi Liberal tha."
At the end she had made an emotional face remembering her late father.

"Unka sirf naam azad tha..."He corrected.

"Han to freedom matlab hai na." She defended.

"Wo azadi hoti hai." He mocked.

"Haan to usi k male version the mere paa." Not giving up she stated.

"Daneen yar please chup karjao mera dimagh phat raha hai. I can't believe I ain't the most eligible bachelor anymore. "
Mr bazil had his own concerns and "gham"....

"To thora Chipakte na mujhse." She had to yet again remind him.

"Mere to aur plans the mujhe kia pata tha bat yahan aa pohunchege." Raking his hand in his hair he muttered in frustration.

"Acha hua, bohat Acha hua tumhare sath. Apne hi garhe me aa giray.
Main wese bhi tumhare sab ghinaonay plans ko janti hoo."
Standing up from her spot she said angrily moving her hands here and there like " laraka aurten".

"Kiya matlab hai tumhara? K, kiya plans?" Coming face to face with her he asked Stuttering.

"Mujhse mangni karke torne kay plans Mr or mujhe phansane kay plans... aisi hi baat hai na Mr husband? Yaad aya ya mazeed yaad karau?"
Glaring she asked and he looked at her shocked trying to make up something or legit deny. He was wondering who was the traitor in his gang. Who could have sourced her the information?

"Aisi koi bat nahi hai. Itna ghatiya nahi hoo main. Ilzam na lagao mujhper."
" Ankhen Churatay hue he legit lied to her face. And this had enraged her like an angry bull.

" jhoot bol rahay ho, you bloody dog! Acha hua tumhare sath. You planned on trapping me then cheating on me, ass hole. You wanted to let me down and make fun of me. Acha hua bht Acha hua k khud phanns gaye is sab me."
She yelled this time and he had to grab her and put a hand to her mouth to shush her up.

"Choro mujhe fraudiye!" Struggling in his tight grip she yelled but her screams were muffled.

"Chor raha hoo per apni phatti hui awaz ki volume kam rakhna."
He whispered in her ear before removing his hand from her mouth and in return she had grabbed his arm and bit it hard.

"Ow jungli abuser!" He whined holding onto the place she had just bit.

"Mujhse panga na lena. Sab sunliya tha mene usdin. " she said walking away towards the washroom.

"Jab Sab sun chuki theen to ishq ki peengen kiun barhain mere sath? Ishq to nahi hogaya tha bazil arsalan se?"
His remarks had her halt her steps right then and there. Putting on a sarcastic smile she turned to look back at him.

"Meri marzi! lekin fikr na karo tum langoor per dil nahi aya tha, itna standard gira nahi mera. I just had other plans... Aur jisdin daneen azad ko mohabat hogee na to usdin charo aur violins bajaygain violins.!"
Retorting she took out her tongue to tease him and disappered inside the washroom.

"Violins bajenge... wadi ayi main hoon na ki shahrukh khan."
He was only left to whisper to himself.

"Wese iss churailo ki rishtedar kay evil plans hain kiya? "
He was busy pondering on this question which was surely going to shoo away his sleep for many days.

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"Sab larai aik taraf lekin is sab ka koi hal bhi sochna parega ab daneen. Aise kaise chalega sab? "
Lying on the bed for sleep bazil had uttered out of no where.

"Simple solution hai mere pas." Propping on her arm daneen looked at bazil and said.

"Kiya?" He asked looking up at the fan.

"Divorce dedo mujhe or jan churwao, become the eligible bachelor again."
She had said chirping while he had gotten a 440 volts current at her "bakwas".

"Pagal wagal to nahi hogai kiya? Apni gaze bhar lambi  zuban ko lagaam laga kay rakho tum."
Sitting up furiously he warned and she was shocked at his reaction.

"Dekho pehle we were both masking up and pretending to be lovers but we both now know that it was all a lie, a game. So why suffer. Bugat lia na jhoot ka azab to ab jan churalen apni apni."
She had uttered the truth.

"Jo bhi hai, ab nikkah hochuka hai or humare khandan main divorce nahi hua karti."
Looking elsewhere he stated. He couldent say this to anyone or his father would kill him he knew that. And he could spend his life with this hell but did not wanted to rot in the real hell this soon.

"Kiya, kiya???? Sath na rehna chaho tab bhi, akal hosh hai? Kaisi family ho?"
She was getting scared now. Where was she stuck.

"Aisi hi baat hai, divorce kay naam per Baba katal kardenge mera. Kahenge pehle ishq bazian ki ab ye naya topi drama laye ho. Ab bus aik hi hal hai, iss shadi ko kabool karlo tum daneen."
He had said it in one go and daneen wanted to bang this scardy cats head somewhere.

"Hana to main lelungi khulla tumse. Ab khush... Razi hojau iss shadi per. Never! Mazaq hai kia?"
His words were haunting her now. Getting up she walked to the balcony.

"Jo bhi dil kare bad me karlena ab yahan aao tum. Aker sojao."
He had walked behind her. Her words had been like an arrow to his heart and that was very unlikely.

"Tumhari baten sunne kay bad kabhi bhi tumhare sath aik bed per na sou. Kiya pata neend me mera faida utha lo.?"
Sulking she replied.

"Pagal to nahi hogai? Aisa lagta hoon main tumhe?" He glared at her. He could be low but never this much.

"Haan to roz jab main neend se jagti hoo to tumhari kareeb kia kar rahi hoti hoo? Khench lete Jo na mujhe har rat kareeb."
Looking elsewhere she voiced put what was in her heart.

"Tauba karlo. Rozana raat ko khud aker mujhse chipakti ho tum. Kahogi to video bana kay dikha dunga or ab dramay band karo or aao nahi to thand lag jayegi."
Having had enough of her " ilzam tarashian" He pulled her from her hand and dragged her inside closing the balcony door.

"Kiya yar bazil, mujhe meri azadi chahiye. Nahi parna tha abhi se iss shadi k jhanjhat me."
Making a face she whined and came closer and rested her head on his chest and at her words his heart enraged and then her cute action made it melt like an ice cream in a second.
But yes remember he still hated her to that same hearts stupid core!!!

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Sorry, sorry, sorryyyy,, sorryyyyyyyyy...
For such delayed update...

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