Meri jaan abh khuda se apni behtari mangogy toh mein toh miloon gi...

We were in room nabhaan was laid on bed but his head was in my laps as was massaging his head. He was staring me.

There was something I saw in his eyes which was very different from everything.

"You know I have bought some shirts for you and a watch too." I said with a smile

"I have seen them amaya." He said with a smile.

"Nabhaan can I ask you something?" He hummed closing his eyes.

"What if I have to go back home?" I asked hesitate about his reaction but got a silence.

"I heard that your parents are here in my home with ammi and everyone." I informed what I heard from faaris who visited my home but didn't utter a word except 'my family is here in your palace'

"I know."he sighed

"Will you do me a favor nabhaan" I asked chewing my inner cheek

"Order your husband jaan." I smiled. This was the first time he used a endearment for me.

"Will you visit home and meet my parents."He open his eyes just to show me how impossible it is.

"Look, even faris is going tomorrow again please visit there and console mommy." I said slowly in softest voice I could.

"Let's sleep Amaya" I couldn't say anything further as he switched the light off and laid on his side.

"I just wanted to know how mommy is doing nabhaan she was-" I wanted to say how my mother was the last time.

"Sleep" I sighed and laid on my side to sleep. He can't even listen what I wanted to say.

I turned to his back just to try my luck but before that he said.

"Don't even utter a word." I shut on his stern voice and slept or say tried to sleep.

*******

Turning around to see him facing me his eyes closed which are always glaring me Or someone.

His face had that peace which would be absent when he is awake. His forehead free of frowns which appears when he is focused on something.

His lashes were small unlike all noval leads but beard was grown lightly screaming his beauty.

His lips parted I could see some white teeth which are clenched most of the time getting crushed in his anger.

I slowly kept my hand over his light subtle which tickled my palm. I smiled at his peaceful face which was looking more handsome now.

He was really precious me to when I was teen but slowly I pushed him in a corner of my heart. I would have give him to sadaf if she asked before but now that he choosed me over all my cousins I will pop thier eyes out if they glance him.

Nothing serious but he is mine now that he is being all childish or possessive for me. So let's keep it mutual.

His hairs were rough or I could say a little curly not that much but yeah curly. His hairs were thick with lots uncombed messes,He really need a nice haircut.

I didn't know when I started playing with his hairs my tumb on his forehead and my other fingers playing with his small thick black locks. It was really calming to feel my fingers in his hairs like my fingers were waiting for this.

"You want mine?" I blinked now hairs don't speak right?

But hair's owners does.

"You want it?"

"Huh!" I glanced him to see his eyes open immediately pulling my hand to my heart I stared him with guilt.

"What was my wife doing?" Oh him and his wife.

"Nothing just you know......." I gulped embarrassed getting caught.

"Nihar rahi thi....?" I smiled blinking my eyes not having words.

"Sorry if I woke you" I said in low voice. He elbowed himself and kept his and over his palm with a 'umph.'

"What's with you amaya?" He asked in low gentle voice making me shiver under his gaze

"What's with me?" I asked frowning

"Staring me and smiling....." He wiggle his brown up and down.

Sorry but you still look cute in sleep." I turned to window telling him. In next minute I felt a strong huge hand on my stomach and breath on my neck.

A shiver and zoo was enough but this current I felt feeling him so close to me was something else like out of the universe. Allah!!

"You are really precious to me jaan." I heard his low gentle voice near my ear.

"Woh chand dikh raha hain aapko?"I gazed the moon asking him

" mere paas bhi ek hain."I chuckle at his cheesy line.

"Aap bilkul waise hi hoon sabh log aapko dur se dekhe par unn taaron ki tarah kareeb se dikhne ka haq sirf mera hain." I smiled and felt him chuckle burning me with his gaze.

"Tum toh shayer nikli yaar..." We laugh softly.

"Pata nahi nabhaan kaise itni khushnaseeb ho mein ke aap mere paas hain.... Sabhi log waha aapke naam sunkar sharma jaate the pata hain. Abh kya karo mein itne ache insaan ko apne saath rakh kar samajh nahi araha." He laughed at my words

"Dekho amaya kuch cheezo ka sirf shukr aada karna chahiye aur use apne dill ke paas rakhna chahiye. Tum bhi wahi karlo." I nodded staring him. His face looking magical under moonlight

"Nabhaan itna asaan nahi hoga kuch cheezein aapko abhi nahi pata isiliye aise hain par ek waqt aayega jabh aap mujhe chorna chahenge. Pata nahi tabh kya karo." I admitted a fear in me.

"Mein tumhe agar choro bhi na tum mera intezaar karna jaise woh taarein karte hain chand ka. Kyuki raath ke baad subha aur subha ke baad raath bhi hoti hain. Tum iss chand ka intezar karna bas aur kuch nahi karna." I sighed gulping my tears

"Pakka na kuch ho jae mere paas hi aaoge na. " I could feel my fear taking over.

"Amaya bas pareshaan hori ho abhi fajr hogi na apna khana khaa kar seedhi ho jaogi pata hain mujhe." I tried to ease the tension in room

"Itna achaa jante hain toh kal jaaker ammi ka haal dekh kar aajao." I again did a mistake.

"Amaya! "His warning and my sigh made us stand for fajr namaz.

While nabhaan went to masjid I sat on jaanemaz and offered salah.

I was doing dikr on fingers when remember that almost a week has gone with me being here and mommy being there both separate.

raising my hands with a hope in front of Almighty.

'Ya Allah! You know everything and also know what nabhaan has went through.... I don't know but Allah he is the only man who can make me feel save. I ask you to grant sabr to my parents and help me move on from my past which is stopping me from looking at my man who keeps me happy'.

'Ya Rehman you know better you know what goes in my heart and what I feel please have reham on me and help me to bring nabhaan close to his family. Grant sabr and fate to my parents who are in grief on my loose and forgive me for I am the reason of thier tears. I ask forgiveness for shattering thier heart and bring them to this state where they shouldn't. Ameen!! '

I palmed my face and stood to fold my jaanemaz when heard low recitation of surah rehman. Now I know that no one have Arabic accent here.

Than who is it?

To be continue...............