The next morning, Anaisha woke up and was surprised to find Hasan still sleeping. So, unlike him. She stretched her arms and slowly slipped down the bed. After showering, she picked out a fancy green banarasi gharara suit. These clothes were gifted to her by Momina and Sakina, Hasan's paternal aunt, his phoupi, it was some ritual where the bride gets clothes and jewelry as gifts.

Anaisha stepped out of the bathroom, adjusting her dampened hair on her shoulder. She was welcomed by a tune. The music played from the hand radio, that Hasan held. She kept a straight face while he smiled at her.

Tumko Paya Hai To Jaise Khoya Hoon
Kehna Chahoon Bhi To Tumse Kya Kahon
Tumko Paya Hai To Jaise Khoya Hoon
Kehna Chahoon Bhi To Tumse Kya Kahon

Kisi Zabaon Mein Bhi Woh Labaz Hi Nahi
Ki Jeene Mein Tum Ho Kya Tumhein Mein Bata Sakun

Anaisha smiled a little. This made him feel confident. He mouthed the lyrics as he approached her and cautiously, held her hand.

Main Aagar Kahoon Tumsa Haseen
Kaynaat Mein Nai Hai Kahin
Tareef Yeh Bhi To Sach Hai Kuch Bhi Nahi
Tumko Paya Hai To Jaise Khoya Hoon..

Hasan twirled her around, Anaisha suppressed her giggles; she was still supposed to be angry with him.

Main Agar Kahoon
Humsafar Meri
Apsara Ho Tum Ya Koi Pari

Tareef Yeh Bhi To Sach Hai Kuch Bhi Nahi
Tumko Paya Hai To Jaise Khoya Hoon..
Kehna Chahoon Bhi To Tumse Kya Kahon

Kisi Zabaon Mein Bhi Woh Labaz Hi Nahi
Ki Jeene Mein Tum Ho Kya Tumhein Mein Bata Sakun

Main Aagar Kahoon Tumsa Haseen
Kaynaat Mein Nai Hai Kahin

Tareef Yeh Bhi To Sach Hai Kuch Bhi Nahi
Tumko Paya Hai To Jaise Khoya Hoon...

After the song ended, Hasan did a little bow. Anaisha clapped for him and complimented him as well.

Hasan huffed, - "So, your highness isn't mad at me anymore?"

Anaisha lowered her head, then turned around but before she walked away he grabbed her hand.

"If I have your consent, may I ready you. Please." He insisted. She glanced into his eyes. The sincerity in them, made her agree with no complaints. She readied all the items. Matching the accessories was a must for her.

Hasan held her shoulders and made her sit in front of the mirror. He admired her for some time. Anaisha looked at his reflection and smiled at his gaze.

"Isn't this heavy?" He playfully examined the jadau kundan Jhumkas.

"New bride woes." She shrugged in response.

Hasan glanced at their reflection, as he kneeled beside her. Anaisha lowered her gaze. Gently, he pushed aside her hair. The tips of his fingers caressed her shoulder. She closed her eyes in response. He observed her from up close and smiled. Because of their closeness, Anaisha could feel her breath getting uneven. Hasan carefully made her wear her earrings. To distract herself, she began to dry her hair with the dryer but Hasan's touch was too tantalizing.

He made her wear her anklets, a little less fancy one. Momina had also presented Anaisha with few toe rings.

"In the middle one." Anaisha pointed out whilst busying herself with her hair. He smiled to himself, nodding.

After the anklets, Hasan preceded to the necklace. First, he made her wear pearl and kundan choker. His gaze lingered at the tattoo on her back. Then, long pearl necklace that had a heavy pendant. Anaisha sighed in response.

"This will be for one day, right? You needn't decorate yourself like television bahus." Hasan joked.

"Of course." She laughed in response, watching him make her wear red glass bangles. He held her hands tightly in his, then kissed her wrists. She kept a serene smile on her lips.

Before moving back, Hasan kissed her cheeks, his lips lingering against her skin a little longer. Anaisha closed her eyes, letting out a breath. She turned her head and their face remained inches apart. The proximity making her feel funny, in a good way. Hasan reached out for the bottle of herbal sindoor and uncapped it. Anaisha closed her eyes as he applied the sindoor generously in her hair parting. The deep maroon color of sindoor complimented her skin tone very well. He adjusted her hair and leaned towards her. She smiled as he kissed her forehead.

Lastly, Hasan plucked out a small black bindi from the pack and placed it on her forehead.

"Gorgeous." He embraced her from behind. Anaisha leaned against him, tilted her head, and pecked his cheek.

"I love you." She whispered, her gaze stuck on his radiant face. Hasan looked at her.

Anaisha entwined their fingers, holding tightly. He gulped as he stared into her intense eyes.

"Um, Your hair has become so frizzy and dry."- He distracted them with her hair, examining it in his hands, - "Why do you daily wash your hair and use such harsh styling products." He shook his head.

Anaisha rolled her eyes, - "I just wash with water. Besides, without washing my hair, the bath feels incomplete."

"Still, tap water has many harmful chemicals as well." He ran his hands through the length of her hair, - "Let me comb your hair for you." He picked up a comb and gently began to comb, starting from the ends. Anaisha closed her eyes, smiling to herself.

"You know how to braid hair?" She asked, amused.

Hasan chuckled, - "Yeah, I used to comb and braid Sanam's hair all the time. Big deal." He shrugged and then paused realizing he mentioned his late wife. They shared a look through the mirror, Anaisha smiled, nodding and he was relieved.

"She is your first wife, not Voldemort." Anaisha laughed. Hasan nervously chuckled along with her.

Once Hasan went to shower, Anaisha fixed the gajra in her hair. After that, she wore her dupatta over her head and glanced at her reflection. Hasan's presence still lingered around her, making her smile. She had never felt so complete before. The emptiness was almost filled. Now, she wished Hasan would fall in love with her. But she can only hope. Accidently, her gaze fell over Hasan's name that she had tattooed on her ring finger. She hadn't been sure of anything as much she was sure about her love for him.

At the courtyard, Anaisha met Sakina Phoupo who showered compliments at her. But it was only her who was pleased to see the new "daughter-in-law". Momina kept a bitter face.

"Listen, bacha. Today is your first day in your sasural. I would want you to cook some sweet dish for us." Sakina encouraged her warmly. Anaisha smiled awkwardly. Momina scoffed in response. Uninterestedly, Momina guided her to the kitchen and walked away. At the door, she turned around.

"All that you would need is there on the counter." She spoke dryly. Anaisha nodded. After she had gone, Anaisha Singhaniya was alone and clueless.

"How?" She clenched her forehead. She hadn't even brought her mobile with her, else a quick tutorial would have helped her. But she doesn't even know the basics of cooking. Anaisha gulped. She composed herself and searched for a saucepan. She thought that would work, right?

Anaisha even struggled with lighting the stove, she was used to an electric one. As she struggled, she heard a voice and flinched.

"Asalam aliakum, Bhabhijaan." Bilal chirped. She turned to him and passed him an uneasy smile. He hid something behind him.

"Bhaijaan said you will be needing this."- He handed her a packet from a sweetshop, - "Zahir Bhaijaan suggested this restaurant for you. I ran and got this from the market. It is walking distance." He said with pride.

Anaisha felt life enter her body again. "Thanks, you and your Bhaijaans are lifesaver." She patted his cheeks gently. Bilal bowed a little and then excused himself as he had to go to school.

Swiftly, she unpacked the kheer and cleverly disposed of the evidence, the packets, and receipt from the shop. Then, she garnished the Kheer and waited some time, pretending to cook.

Sakeena was super, blindly, impressed, and ignored Mahmood's comment that the kheer tasted oddly familiar. Hasan covered up quickly by overly praising Anaisha. She felt slightly guilty but pushed the thought aside. Momina looked suspiciously at the husband and wife duo.

"Come here, dear."- Sakina waved her hand at Anaisha. She humbly walked towards her. Sakina held her hand and pulled her beside. She fell over Hasan's lap, who had been sitting close to his aunt.

"Ouch!"

"Ohh!"

Sakina giggled while Momina twisted her lips and looked away with a grumpy expression. Hasan pushed Anaisha away and jumped aside, almost toppling off the cot. Anaisha wasn't annoyed at him, rather the redness of his cheek made her smile.

Sakina ran her warm palms over Anaisha's cheek and showered her with blessing. She brought her head a little down and planted a sloppy kiss on her forehead. Anaisha smiled at her.

"Mahmood, I think you are forgetting something." She gestured to her brother. He nodded excitedly and handed her some notes give to Anaisha. She refused because she hadn't made the delicacy and so, she doesn't deserve it. She looked at Hasan for support, he nodded at her. Upon his encouragement, Anaisha muttered thanks and humbly takes the money.

"In the next one hour, the Mohalla's aunties are coming for muh dikhayi. So, be ready like a bride." Momina muttered disinterestedly.

Anaisha was fed up with all this dressing up and rituals. She marched into the room and tossed away her dupatta.

As she discarded her jewelry she longed for some alcohol. She needed to calm her nerves.

Hasan walked in and noticed Anaisha mindlessly sitting in front of the mirror. He cleared his throat and pushed the door close behind him. She looked at him and sighed.

"Listen, I have something to lighten your mood." He hurried and pulled out the cardboard box from under the bed. Anaisha stood up, she wanted to tell him about her plan. He showed off his collection of songs and excitedly, suggested they will listen to whichever song she selects. Anaisha was soon, was distracted. The two passed the time, selecting, playing, and dancing to the songs.

Downstairs, the preparations for the muh-dikhayi had begun.

"Momina, If Hasan and bahu keep spending so much time together, I am sure you can except a grandchild within few months." Sakina joked and laughed. Momina wasn't impressed. She looked up at the first floor, at Hasan's room.

She walked towards her son's room, tiptoeing as she approached the door. The soft tune of music echoed from inside.

This is wrong, Momina- Her inner self reminded her. She ignored the feeling. At the door, she could hear their giggles and chuckles. What the hell was happening inside? She felt curious. Mentally, she didn't want any grandchild from Anaisha.

"Stop, stop, Hasan," Anaisha commented breathlessly and Momina found her breath stuck in her throat. After that, she ran away from there. Her cheeks flushed and, on her way, she missed few steps as she ran, embarrassed.

Hasan and Anaisha fell on the bed, side by side and laughing happily without any care in the world.

"That was fun." She chuckled. Hasan shifted, turning to his side. He propped up on his elbow, resting his head on his palm.

Anaisha wiped tears from the corner of her eyes, - "Thanks for brightening my mood, else." She spoke in between her heavy breaths. Hasan smiled at her and leaned kissing her forehead. He poured some water and handed her a glass.

"Um, Hasan. I wanted to tell you something. I was planning to—you know visit a pub or something at night. I know some in Delhi." She spoke. Hasan was hesitant, and she eyed him. Slowly, she grasped his hand and he looked at her, - "Don't you trust me?"

Without a moment of pause, he nodded, - "I do. But I don't think it is safe for you, as you are new here."

Anaisha shook her head, - "I have been to Delhi with my friends, also alone. It is nothing new." She assured him but Hasan was adamant.

"I just care for you, Anaisha. All this, this partying and alcohol and stuff, these aren't good for you. They give you temporary happiness, it is your escapism."
Anaisha rolled her eyes, she got up, but Hasan held her hand, - "Please, Hasan. I am not interested in this lecture." She stubbornly doesn't look at him.

He held her wrist firmly and stood up, - "Look, Anaisha. I want you to be happy always. For that, you need to detox yourself. Listen, instead of all this why don't you channel your anger, resentment towards something positive. Why don't you try talking to God? Ask your aunt to take you to some temple."

Anaisha snorted, - "You forgot, I don't believe in God! This is going uselessly."

Hasan sighed and dropped the topic. From inside he felt helpless, as Anaisha needed closure to all this. But she wasn't willing to change.

"Okay, as you wish." He pulled her closer, holding onto her waist securely, - "I just want you to be happy."

Anaisha placed her hands over his chest while continuing to stare into his eyes, - "Why are you so concerned about my happiness? Now, don't tell me it is your husband's duty." She was expecting the same answer.

Hasan placed his fingers under her chin and raised her face, - "No, I won't say that. Even though that is one point." He pecked her lips. She blinked stupidly at him. He smiled and leaned in for another kiss. Within, seconds their kiss had deepened. Anaisha wrapped her arms securely around his neck, while he slithered his arms around her waist. She broke the kiss,

"I can't get tired of saying that I love you." She whispered against his lips. And then, kissed him again.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they fell on the bed with Hasan over her. As they continued to kiss, he moved his hands behind her and untied the dori of her dress. Anaisha broke the kiss and Hasan jerked back, having a worried expression.

"I am sorry, I got carried away." He shifted.

Anaisha rolled her eyes, - "I didn't mean to—I am not offended, obviously. I just wanted to remind you that I am on my period. Are you sure, I mean, you don't, because I don't mind?"

Hasan was awkward a bit, - "I know you are on your periods, and don't worry, I won't have sex with you. I just—a little bit. Matlab, only not that. I can control."

Anaisha sighed, relaxing on the bed, - "I don't know if I could control." She sighed.

"You are right, we must just."- Hasan flopped beside her.

Anaisha shifted, placing her arm over his chest and leaning against him, - "I need something that will give me strength to face all the aunties that are to come." She winked at him. As Hasan moved towards her, there was a knock at the door.

"F***!" Anaisha cussed out loud. 

Quickly, she fixed her dress, hair, and dupatta then gave a thumbs-up to Hasan. He nodded and opened the door. To their shock, it was Zahir on the other side. 

Oh, What is Zahir doing here? What do you think, my guys? We will found in the next part, so Stay Tuned for the next update, my lovelies *_*  

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