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Tears dripped down my eyes wetting my cheeks. I closed my orbs feeling the sting but the knife clasped in my fingers didn't stop cutting the onions.

Were those tears really due to the sting of onions or it was that constant dull ache that was expressing itself in the name of onions? Two days, It has been two days since I last heard from my husband. I called him once occupied by two good morning texts. He didn't by reply or called me back.

It was like last time except that now my feelings weren't the same. Last time, I only required the comfort of the only relationship that was by the will of Allah bestowed on me but this time I was simply missing his presence. The room and bed felt too empty without him and the time it became limitless.

Gulbano entered in kitchen with my phone in her hand. She told me that it was ringing but I ignored it. Since two days, I have been looking at my phone again and again hoping for a text a miss call or anything only for my hopes to be shattered. I didn't want to go through this again so I asked her to place the phone on the slab.

"Bhabi ji, lagta hai k Jahan bhai k jane k bad apke gallon k gulab jaise surhe bhe un k sath he chale gayi. ( It looks like that after the departure of jahan bhai, the rose like redness of your cheeks has also left with him.)"

I couldn't stop myself from blushing whenever I would see Jahan off to office as he would always steal a kiss or two as it was mostly in open, it was like oil added on fire and I would blush fiercely. After seeing my state, Gulbano always made this comment to tease me further and that would make me smile shyly but now it did nothing but made me feel more sad.

My phone ringed again. I placed the knife back on my plate and washed my hands in sink before rubbing them with end my chiffon dupata. I slid the slider to right without even looking at the screen.

I placed the cell on my right ear and greeted in normal polite tone.

"Aslam Alikum."

"Walikum Salam."

The deep rich baritone voice greeted me after two days. I didn't know if I should be happy or upset.

"Kiya mein apka zayada waqat to ni lo ge? (Would I be taking much of your time?)"

I guess at the end my resentment decided for itself as it dripped from my lips. I heard a light chuckle from the other end. He was amused which infuriated me.

"Ap shikayat kar rahe hai. (Are you complaining?)"

"Ni to. Mein to sirf apke biwi hone k farz nebha rahe ho apka waqt ka kheyal karte howe. (I am just doing the duty of being your wife by caring about your time.)"

A minute later of the silence, he spoke in a contemplating tone.

"Mujhe samanjh ni araha begum k main khush ho k ap mere sath itna comfortable hogaye hai ya ma disturb ho k ap mere sath (I don't understand if I should be happy that you are this much comfortable with me or disturbed that you are ________) He stressed on this much saying it slowly. _______ comfortable hain. ( __________ comfortable with me.)"

I bit my lip not exactly knowing how to reply and remained quiet.

"Acha, chale aj shaam ko apke sare shikayate door kardo ga. (Ok then tonight, I will remove all of your complains.)

"Ji." I felt shocked which was expressed in my tone. Was he coming back from Islamabad? Jahan was currently very busy for the upcoming provincial assembly elections. He was this busy without actually being the CMs. What will happen when he will be the CM? I was a bit ashamed to admit that but a part of me wanted Jahan to lose this elections alas it won't happen.

This election was a mere formality. He was supported by Taya abu and Agha Jan. Most of the members would vote for him due to their loyalty with Taya abu and Agha Jan.

"Intezaar karyega mera. (Wait for me.) Allah Hafiz."

I heard the beep beep of the call being cut. I processed his last words thinking if I wait for him or continue with pretence of being upset as I was no more upset pathetically after this call. I hated this feeling, One call and I was ready to do as he asked.

I placed the phone back and started preparing mutton palao with kabab, achari chicken and white meat and rus malai with help of Gul bano.

Mummy walked in the kitchen and looked at everything that I was preparing. She had a glint in her eyes.

"Jahan is coming tonight."

I nodded my head. She must have realized it by the dishes which were his favourites. After preparing everything, It was close to evening. I walked into our room and took a shower before dressing myself in the sea green frock. It was the same frock that I wore that day before our marriage when Jahan found me in his room. I used a bit of bb creme and pinched my cheeks to add colour and used red baby lips. I pulled my hairs in a down bun with silver jhumke paired with silver metal churiyan.

My hands which were already adorned with hina looked beautiful with my engagement ring. The chain which was given by Jahan like always was adoring my swan like neck.

I walked down and helped Gul bano to set the table. The time tickled and it felt the same as months ago with my position being reversed with Mummy.

"Chanda eat something and go sleep. He must be late."

Mummy tried to console me. Our roles were truly reversed. Jahan's cell was switched off. I tried his number one last time before standing up and going back to my room.

I looked at the mirror one last time. Ye sajna swarna sb ab bekaar lag raha tha. (This dolling up everything now felt to be in vain.)

I laid down on dewan in front of the large balcony sliding door. This room had similar decor to that in Haveli expressing his style. The same small desk at one corner with with small lamp and his things and the dewan here and one set of chairs with small table at other corner.

I didn't know why but in minutes my cheeks became damp with tears. I wiped them away but more starting pouring. I muffled my sounds with cushion crying more on my pathetic state.

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My car parked at the front of villa. I walked inside and absolute silence greeted me. It was one hour to fajar. I was caught in meeting with different politicians and bureaucrats wanting to make connections with the new would be CMs that I lost my flight to Lahore and top it all my phone was also dead. I had to travel by car for four and half an hour straight.

I turned the knob and entered in our room. It was completely dark. I walked to my side of bed and turned on the lamp. My eyes immediate fell on her side hoping to find my wife lying there but to my utter surprise, it was empty. I laid my jacked on the bed post as my eyes wandered in room until they landed on a figure lying on dewan under moonlight coming from uncovered balcony door.

I set on the bed and pulled my boots and socks off with my eyes stuck on the beauty. I tugged my tie and wrist watch before placing it on table and then I walked to her like an enthralled deewana.

I stood before the dewaan looking down at her. I rolled my sleeves to my biceps. The same sea green dress and the same mole and same delectable sleeping body that I had yet to touch and taste. The difference was only in those pinned hairs, jewellery and damp cheeks. It told a story.

I pulled her body up in my arms and It was sukoon. My peace as she snuggled to my chest. I couldn't in words explain the yearn to be here with her.

As I moved toward the bed with my every move. Her churiyan clinked in chun chun. Kambahat, I was a very lucky man and if anyone told me this three years ago. I wouldn't haven't agreed but now with a wife in my arms who adorned jewels for me who cared more about my akharat then the money and power that I had to offer and whose character was without any stain. I was truly a lucky man.

I laid my precious wife down on her side of bed while I loomed over her looking at every single small moments made by her.

To those small snore and her parted lips which thinned in a line and those movements to settle in comfortable position before she placed her head on my chest and clutched on the front of my shirt. It all made my heart bloom with happiness.

I sighed remembering about my dreams that were linked to my bewafai. My impulsive decision that led to these long three years was my bewafai. I would tell her everything when I am sure that she had given me all of her. Heart, soul, body and her love. She would be hurt. It was inevitable but she would eventually move on from it. You can call me arrogant or plain foul but I believed in the heart of her and our relationship.

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The alarm blared waking me up from my sleep. I parted my lids knowing if I didn't open my eyes now then I won't be able to open then again.

My vision was a bit blurry until it settled and I saw my husband laying next to me. I pulled my hands away from his shirt producing a sound of chun chun. I bit my lip not wanting to wake him up yet.

His eyes closed with his black lashes resting. The arched nose and the perfect jawline. I wanted to trace it. I even wanted to touch that stubble and feel the texture. My index finger tentatively traced those long lashes like I was drawing them. It tentatively moved down and pulled on those rough hairs of his stubble.

It then inched upward until the tip was just below his bottom lip. I looked up at him who was still sleeping peacefully then back at those bow like lips.

"Ya Allah ye main kiya kar rahe ho (What am I doing.)" I mumbled underneath my breath pulling my hand away but it was caught in a tight grip. I gasped finding him looking at me with those honey brown hooded orbs.

"Ruk q gayi? (Why did you stop?)"

"Leave my hand." I tried to tug my hand out of grip which did nothing but produce chun chun sound while he lazily rested his back on head board with a support of a pillow.

I endlessly tried to pull my hand out of his grip but when the helplessness washed our me. Tears steamed down my face.

"Aray. Q ro rahe ho? (Why are you crying?)"

I didn't gave him an answer but relentlessly tried to pull my hand but his grip only tightened. I was upset, angry and helpless.

"Eik second. (One second.)"

He pulled a small shopping bag from the pocket of his dress jacket which was hanging on headboard.

He took out two gajre made of pure red roses. He glided each of them on my wrist ignoring my struggles.

"Mehndi, gajre aur ap k hath. (And your hands.) Perfect."

He looked up at my teary face with a smile tugged on his face which produced those two dips. I sniffled and tried to pull my hands again.

"Mujhe ni chaheye apke gajre. (I don't want your gajre.)"

Those honey orbs instantly narrowed at my denial of his gift.

"Main intini raat ko lahore k streets me ghomta raha ho in k liye aur ap kahrahe hai k apko ni chaheye. (I wandered the streets of Lahore this late for these and you are saying that you don't want them.)"

My eyes instantly shot up and I glared at him with narrowed eyes.

"Intazaar karwane ka aur reject karne ka sirf apko he haq hai. Main subha se apke favourite dishes banate rahe aur phir apke liye teyar howe par ap ni aye. (Only you have the right to reject and make me await. I kept cooking your favourite dishes since morning and then got ready for you but you didn't come.)"

I lowered my eyes peeking at him through my lashes as the complains that were long buried in my heart poured from my lips.

He cupped my face in his palms and stroked my cheekbones wiping away the tear drops.

"Apka ye final semester complete hojaye phir jaha main waha ap. (After your final semester is completed then you will be there where I will be.)"

His promise instead of reassuring me only made me stiff. I didn't say but I wanted to study further after my bachelors. I also prepared for CSS exams during my bachelors. I knew that it wasn't permitted in our handan to do job. They let us women study but a job was a no. I once hinted about my interest to Agha Jan but he reminded me that I didn't need to work when Jahan was there to provide for me. After that I never ever said a word about it.

"Kiya howa. (What happened?)" He pulled my chin up.

"Kuch ni. (Nothing.)"

"Maine apko bohat miss kiya janna. Her second, her minute. (I missed you a lot jaana. Every second, every minute.)

He pulled some escaped strands behind my ear. It felt like that this confession didn't meant just these days. Ya Allah mere khush fehmi. (My credulity.)

I wanted to cry more but this time alone in another room in a corner from where he couldn't see or hear.

"Namaz k liye late hojayege. (We will be late of for namaaz.)"

"Abhe ni." He pulled me more in his arms.

"Mein (I)___" He pressed his lips on both of my eyelids making my lip part in a gasp as my breath hitched.

Then his lips moved down and before biting on both of my cheeks he whispered in hooded husky voice. "___Bohat (very)____"

He licked at tip of my nose before finally his teeths pulled on bottom lips before saying in a whisper as he pulled me in for a deep arousing kiss that had me grasping on his shirt. "___

Piyasa hon (thirsty.)"

I was still clutching on his shirt breathing heavily while he lazily traced my bottom lip with his thumb.

"I will tell Agha jan and Taya abu to hold the elections next month and that I won't be able to participate much in the campaign."

"Q?"

"I am a newlywed. Mujhe apne biwi k sath kuch privacy chaheye aur waise bhe apke Mummy aur Papa k diye howe gift ko bhe to abhe istamal karna hai. (I want some privacy with my wife and also we have yet to use the gift given by your Mummy and Papa.)"

"Ji."

There was a mischievous glint in his honey orbs as he stared at me.

"Chale namaz ni parhne. (Go, Don't we have namaz to offer.")

"Huh."

I parted my lips and then as I came to realization, I stood up and walked to bathroom for wudu.

I placed the prayer mats and waited for him to perform the wudu before joining me. I offered the fajar prayer in his lead and I realized that this was sukoon. It didn't matter if I further studied and did any job or not. I knew that I was content with him and these moments.

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