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"Ji Chachu, subho flight hai", Mustafa said closing the files scattered on the table.
"Mehendi tak aa jao ge na?", Mr.Ali asked.
(Yes Chachu, the flight is tomorrow.)
(You'll return before Mehendi right?)

"Ji ek din pehle hi wapis aa jaon ga", he answered calmly.
"Tumhe urgently jana par raha hai, Bahbhi gussa nahi huin?", Mr.Ali joked lightly.
"gussa? Ami to subho se baat nahi kar rahin", Mustafa said smiling.
(Yes I'll be back two days before henna.)
(You're leaving urgently, hasn't Sister-in-law gotten angry?)
(Angry? Mother isn't even talking to me.)

Mustafa had to leave for Italy urgently because of some important project they'd signed recently. Mrs.Sikander had protested alot but he said that he needed to go. If It wasn't important he would have never left.

"Ye Maheen coffee nahi layi tumhari, Maheen?! Maheen beta!", Mr.Ali said looking towards the door and Mustafa smiled faintly hearing her name.
"Aa rahi hun Baba!", his smile deepened on her voice. He glanced towards the door waiting for her entry. He hadn't seen her for two days. He was there to see her once before leaving for Italy.
(Maheen hasn't brought your coffee yet, Mheen?!)
(I'm coming Baba!)

"Jaldi lao beta, Mustafa kab ka aya hua hai", Mr.Ali said as she entered the study with a mug in her hand.
On the other hand his heart missed a beat on her casual look. She was dressed in a white simple shirt with plazzo and her hair were tied in a messy bun. She looked simple yet charming.
(Be quick child, he's here for long.)

"Asalam-u-Alaikum ", he cleared his throat as she forwarded the mug to him greeting meekly.
"Va Alaikum Asalam!", he said holding the mug from her hands.

Maheen gasped silently as his fingers brushed her hand. She moved back instantly causing him to smirk at her reaction.

"Maheen dinner bhi lgwa do table par, Mustafa dinner kar ke hi jae ga", Mr.Ali said.
"Ji Baba", she said hurriedly leaving the room and Mustafa watched until her silhouette disappeared.
(Maheen get the dinner served too.)
(Mustafa will eat before leaving.)

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'Allah Ye mere dimaag me har waqt wohi ku aate rehte hain?'
'Mai nahi sochti, khudi hi aa jate hain'
'Itni mushkil se aj khud ko busy rakha hua tha cooking me aur ghar aa kar sara mood kharab kar diya'
'Upar se dekhte kitna ajeeb tareke se hain ghoor ghoor kar'

'Chashma laga rakha hai phir bhi'
'Kia faida aise Chashme ka jab dekhna phir ghoor kar hai', she mumbled removing the plates from table. She had not eaten dinner with everyone just to escape from his burning gaze.

(Allah! Why do I keep thinking about him?)
(I don't think about him, he just comes across my mind.)
(I had busied myself in cooking so difficultly and he ruined all of my mood visiting today.)
(On top of that he looks as If I'm some kind of a strange creature.)
(And he wears glasses too.)
(Whats the need of glasses when he has to stare no matter what?)

"Maheen! Ye Mustafa apni keys bhool gaya jao de aao abhi nikla hai", she turned to look at her Mother.
"Khudi le len ge aa kar", she refused to go.
(Maheen! Mustafa forgot his keys, go give them to him he just left.)
(He'll come and get them himself.)

"Maheen! kesi baatein kar rahi ho, jaldi jao kahin nikal na jae", Mrs.Ali said thrusting the keys in her hand.
'Kia musibat hai', she mumbled leaving the dining room.
(Maheen! What are you talking about, go quickly, he might leave.)
(What the hell.)

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'Shukar hai chale gae', she smiled on her victory looking in the garage.
She had deliberately walked extra slow so she could escape from this unwanted encounter.
(Thank God he has left.)

"Kia baat hai begum bohot khush nazar aa rahi hain?", she froze hearing his deep voice behind her. She was busted.
(What happened Wife? You look really happy.)

'Shit! Ye abhi tak gaye nahi', she bit her lip cursing inwardly.
(Shit! He hasn't left yet.)

"Wo..wo aap ye keys bhool gaye the", she turned showing him the keys.
(That...that you forgot your keys.)

"Bhoola nahin tha, khudi rakh kar aya tha", he informed stepping towards her.
(I didn't forget, I left them on my own will.)

"k..ku", she asked moving back.
"Don't you get that?", he chuckled increasing his pace.
"N..nahi I don't", she mumbled as her back hit the wall.
"I wanted to see you", he said entering her private space.
(Why?)
(No, I don't.)

"A..aap pe..peche ho kar bb..baat kren", she stuttered with widened eyes.
"Nahi karun to?", he challenged stepping closer until the tip of his shoes touched her slippers.
(Talk from far.)
(What If I don't?)

"De..dekhen aap dur re..reh ke bhi b..baat kar sk..sakte", she breathed pushing herself further into the wall, trying to create space them them.
"10 din dur hi rehna hai", he stated brushing the strands away from her forehead and she shivered on his touch.
(Look you can talk staying away too.)
(I have to stay away for 10 days.)

She could feel his cool minty breath on her face which caused her to close her eyes. His intoxicating cologne churned up her stomach.

"What are you doing to me, Maheen?", he spoke huskily snaking his arms around her waist, pulling her away from the wall and into his chest.

She shuddered visibly hearing her name coming off his mouth so smoothly as If It was meant to be pronounced by him.

"K..koi aa jj..jaye ga, p..peche hon", she murmured applying pressure on his chest with her tiny hands in order to shove him away.
She could feel his heartbeat under her hands which caused her to shudder.
(Someone will come, move away.)

"Where were you when we were having dinner?", he asked joining his forehead with hers not even budging one bit.
"Tell me?", he said squeezing her waist lightly when she didn't reply.

"P..pata n..nahi", she said absentmindedly and Mustafa chuckled placing his lips on her forehead.
Her smooth flawless skin felt amazing. Her sweet fragrance caused immense pleasure to his heart.
(I don't know.)

"Mujhe nahi pata tha tum itna acha khana bhi bana leti ho", Mustafa said moving back a little and she slightly opened her eyes missing his warmth.
He hadn't left her waist yet, he knew he was the one supporting her weight otherwise she would've fallen.
(I didn't know you were such a good cook.)

"Huh?", she said confused, she still needed time to get accustomed with his change of moods.

"Begum, hosh me aa jayen", Mustafa smiled looking into her hazy chocolate brown orbs.
(Wake up already, Wife.)

"K..kia keh rr..rahe the aap?", she asked nervously, his burning gape was making her heart to do somersaults.

"Maine kaha ke mujhe nahi pata tha tum itna acha khana bana leti ho", he repeated holding her hand on his chest.
(What were you saying?)
(I was saying that I didn't know you are such a good cook.)

"Last weekend aa..apne jo lunch kiya tha w..wo maine hi banaya tha", she informed lowering her lashes.
She was no doubt a really good cook. She was an expert in Pakistani cuisine, all thanks to her mother's recipes.
"Acha?", he whispered stroking the back of her hand.
(The lunch you had last week was made by me.)
(Really?)

"J..ji aur m..mujhe paaye bhi bb..banane aate hain", she said mentioning his favourite dish. Her father praised her paaye dish alot, he was a fan of her cooking skills.
(I know how to cook paaye too.)

"phir to tumhe inaam bhi milna chahiye, haina?", he said.
"in..inaam?", she asked glancing at him once.
"Hmm", Mustafa hummed bringing her hand to his mouth, kissing her palm softly. Blush crept her cheeks unknowingly which caused his smile to broaden. His little wife was shying.

(Then you should be rewarded.)
(Reward?)

"A..Ami mujh..mujhe bula rr..rahi hon gi", she mumbled pulling her hand out of his hold.
(Ami must be calling me.)

"I told you that you look better with your hair open", he ignored opening the bun of her chocolate brown waves causing her breath to hitch.
"Ab jj..jayen bhi aa..aap", she pleaded calming down her heart.
(You should leave already.)

"Acha itna khush nahi hona tum kabab me namak zyada tha", he said moving his hand through her hair, combing them lightly.
"Nahi to! Maine check kiya tha", she yelped looking at him and he laughed at her innocence, his beautiful laugh.
(Don't be so happy, the kababs had extra salt in them.)
(No! I checked them.)

"Aap hamesha mera mazak urate hain", she spoke getting offended.

"Acha? mujhe to laga tha ke mai sirf tumhe daanta hun", he said biting his inner cheek to stop his laugh.

"Hawn! Nahi ji aap mazak bhi urate hain, taane bhi dete hain!", she shrieked forgetting the place where she was, how could she let a chance of proving him wrong sweep from her hands.
(You are always making fun of me.)
(Really? I thought I only scolded you?)
(Hawn! No, You make fun of me and also taunt me.)

"Aur har w..waqt ghoorte rehte hain!", she added when he didn't show any negative response. This was a one time golden chance, Mustafa Wali Agha was not getting worked up.

"Ghoorta? what?", Mustafa chuckled hearing her long list of accusations.
(And you're always staring at me.)
(Staring? what?)

"Begum lagta mere bare me kuch ache khayalat nahi hain apke", he added tucking her hair behind her ear and she pouted at his non seriousness.
(Wife I think you don't have any good thoughts about me.)

'Allah, Why is she so cute', Mustafa thought smiling at her adorable expressions.

"Lekin koi baat nahi, Rukhsati ke baad aapke khalayat badal dun ga main", he said letting go of her waist slowly and she released a breath of relief.
(But thats okay, I'll change them after our Rukhsati.)

"Jao ab", he added moving away. He was going to lose control If she kept showing her cutesy reactions.
(Now go.)

Maheen hesitated looking around and then sprinted towards the main door earning a snicker from Mustafa. She really loved to runaway, but this was not going to work for long. His eyes shined thinking of scenarios after their Rukhsati. His little wife was going to be in a big big trouble.

"A..Allah hafiz!", he heard her soft voice as she bade him bye before closing the door hastily.

'Pagal', Mustafa murmured ruffling his hair.
(Stupid.)

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"Maheen beta tumne apni friends to invitation de diya na?", Mrs.Ali asked gathering the dresses.
"Ji Ami I've given them the invitation", Maheen answered helping her mother.

"Zara kab aa rahi hai?", Mrs.Ali inquired after a while.
"Keh rahi thi bilal ke sath kal aa jaye ge", Maheen informed.
"Mehendi me sirf 4 din bache hain, usko bolo aaj hi aajae, balke me khud Nazia ko kehti hun ke Zara ko bhejde", Mrs.Ali said picking up her phone.

(Maheen have you given the invitations to your friends?)
(Yes Ami.)
(When is Zara coming?)
(She was saying she'll come with Bilal tomorrow.)
(Only 4 days are left for henna, tell her to come today. Wait, I'll calm Nazia myself and ask her to send Zara.)

It had been six days since Mustafa left for Italy and surprisingly or rather unexpectedly she had missed him. She would smile at night seeing their Nikkah pictures and blush remembering his words. Mustafa as a husband was not that bad, she thought.
He had called her three days ago but she hadn't talked much feeling awkward. Firstly, his number was still saved as 'Mustafa Bhai' on her phone and secondly she felt shy. She had just replied with 'hm' and 'ji' on his questions. She instantly changed the name to 'Mustafa' as soon as he had ended the call.

He had called her again yesterday but unluckily she wasn't able to attend the call. She was busy shopping with her mother. And she wasn't brave enough to call him back.

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'Mustafa', she smiled looking at her engagement ring. It was her recent task to practice saying 'Mustafa'. And she was almost satisfied with the outcome.

'Maheen, itna bhi na soch unke bare mein! ye na ho Shaadi ke baad phirse poorane wale sariyal ban jayen', she slapped her forehead getting rid of his thoughts.
'Dobara call nahi ki unho ne', she sighed checking her phone but chuckled noticing the '10 missed calls' from last night.
'Atleast phone utha lena chahiye tha mujhe', she frowned looking at his picture.
(Maheen! Don't think about him too much, What is he becomes the same serious person after marriage?)
(He didn't call again.)
(I should've at least answered.)

Placing the phone on her bed she moved out into the balcony. The weather was pleasant, the full moon looked ethernal. Breathing in the fresh air for about 10 minutes she returned to her room.

She frowned seeing her phone vibrating. There were 5 missed calls from Mustafa.
'Shit, why did I put it on silent'

"Maheen?!", before she could act she heard Hassan calling from downstairs.
"Ji Bhai ek minute", she shouted opening the door of her room.
"Ki hua?", she asked reaching the stairs.

"Mustafa bhai ne call ki thi, unko kuch pdf files chahiye, keh rahe tumhare mail me hongi lekin tumhara phone band ja raha. Unko callback karo", Hassan told her.
"Mera phone? Acha mai karti hun", Maheen said going back to her room.
(What happened?)
(Mustafa bhai called, he wants some pdf files, they must be in your mail. Your phone was going off. Call him back.)

'Pdf files ke liye itni calls kar rahe the?'
'Boring insan, mai pata nai kia soch rahi thi', she grumbled calling him.
(He was calling for the pdf files?)
(Boring person, I was thinking uselessly.)

"Asalam-u-Alaikum", he picked up on the first bell greeting in his deep voice.
"Va Alaikum Asalam", she replied politely.

"Kaha thi tum? phone ku nahi utha rahi thi? kal bhi kitni calls ki maine, phone uthana nahi hota ho rakha ku hai?!", he bombarded her with questions as soon she replied.
(Where were you? Why weren't you picking up your phone? I called you so many times yesterday too, If you can't answer then why the hell are you keeping a phone?!)

'Pdf files ki kitni jaldi hai, Toba'
'Pdf files se hi Shaadi kar lete phir', she frowned with displeasure. Here she had been missing him and he was worried for some freaking documents.
(God, He's so desperate for the pdf files.)
(He should've just married the pdf files.)

"Idhar hi thi, aap btaen konsi files send karun", she said hurriedly.
"Kia hua hai?", he asked sensing her irritated tone.
"Kuch nahi, aap files ka btaen", she said in the same tone.
"Kahan ho tum?"
"Ghar hun, aap files btae-"
"Shut up! What files?! Tab ki files files kar rahi ho!", he shouted. He was already missing her and she was making the situation worse by her uninterested answers.
(I was right here, you tell which files do you need?)
(What happened?)
(Nothing, tell me about the files.)
(Where are you?)
(At home, tell me about files-)
(Shut up! What files? You're doing files files from an hour.)

"Wo..wo Bhai keh rae-"
"Tum phone nahi uthao gi to phir ese hi karun ga na!", he shouted again interrupting her.
"A..aapne mujhse bb..baat karni thi?", she confirmed feeling butterflies in her stomach. He wanted to talk to her, she felt an unknown happiness hearing his words.
(That brother was saying-)
(When you won't pickup the calls then what option would I have?)
(You wanted to talk with me?)

"Phone ku nahi utha rahi thi?", she heard him sigh on the other end.
"Wo..I..I was in the balcony", she answered meekly.
"Aur kal?"
"Sh..shopping"
(Why weren't you picking up?)
(And what about yesterday?)

"Shopping poori ho gayi sari?" , he asked calmly.
"Ji bas shiza bhabhi ki thori rr..reh gayi hai"
(Is the shopping done?)
(Yes almost only Shiza bhabhi has some things left.)

"Hm, What do you want as your wedding gift?", her eyes widened hearing his question.
"um..pata n..nahi", she said biting her lips.
"Jewellery? Dress? Shoes?"
"J..jo apki marzi", she spoke nervously.
(I don't know.)
(Do what you like.)

"Acha, Where do you want to go for honeymoon?", he asked after a while causing her to shriek.
"What?!", she exclaimed blushing profusely. He had surely gone mad. She had never imagined she was going to have this conversation with him.

"Where do you want to go for honeymoon Begum?", he laughed lightly asking again.
"Pata nn..nahi", she almost whispered.
(I don't know.)

"Saara kuch mai hi decide kar lun phir? baad me nahi kehna kuch", he said jokingly.
"Aur mujhe to laga tha ke tumne to honeymoon destinations ki list bana rakhi hogi, I'm disappointed Begum", he added controlling his laugh. How he wished he could see her expressions.
(Then should I decide everything on my own? Don't complain later.)
(And I thought you would've made a list of honeymoon destinations, I'm disappointed Wife.)

"Aa..aap mujhe tang kar rahe hai na?", she asked depicting his tone.
"I'm serious Begum", Mustafa smiled on her question.
(Are you teasing me?)

"Mujhe aap se baat nahi karni"
"Mujhe to karni hai"
"To mai kia karun?", she said cutting the call before he could complete his sentence,
"Maheen-"
(I don't want to talk to you.)
(But I do.)
(What should I do then?)

'Jahal Badtameez', she muttered throwing her phone on the bed.
'Maheen, ek number ki ulu ho tum', she lied down on the bed huffing.
Her phone kept ringing for a minute ot two but she didn't pick it up. She knew Mustafa was calling.
(Mannerless idiot.)
(Maheen you are number one stupid.)

She opened her phone receiving a text message, it was from Mustafa:

Apni choti si naak ko gusse me mat phulao aur so jao and yes you're allowed to dream of me,             Shab bakhair!
p.s
  Begum honeymoon destinations ki list bhejna mat bhoolna ;)

Maheen's lips stretched into a beautiful smile reading his text.

A minute had passed when she received another text:

Aur jo phone call cut karne ki        tumhari aadat hai na isko bhi mai    dekh lun ga, wapis aa jane do.

(Don't be sullen now and sleep, Good Night! And yes you're allowed to dream of me.
p.s
Don't forget to send me the list of honeymoon destinations ;)
(And the habit you have of cutting the call, I'll see that too, just let me return.)

'Ye kehna zaroori tha', she pouted    closing her eyes.
'5 days to go', she mumbled taking a deep breath.

(Was it necessary to say this?)

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