𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢 ❣︎𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠❣︎

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Amreen had came with her in law's house after the nikaah and she had made her mind that after Arham's walima she will go to her ammi's house as she didn't want him to abandon her again so now she was taking her clothes and all her things packing them. The whole room was a mess with her things here and there.

"Ye sab kya hai."
Rohaan who was tired after today's function had just entered their bedroom When he saw her things spread all over the bed, he asked her but she didn't replied anything because she was naraz at him.
"Mene kuch pucha hai tumse, jawab to do." He asked again sniffing her hair which has her unique scent.

"Mai kal walima khatm hote hi apne ghar chali jaugi." She replied without looking at him.

"Achha, ye kiska ghar hai phir."He asked amused while spinning her and taking her chin in between his thumb and forefinger.

"Batao, kuch pucha hai mene."He wishpered lightly touching her jaw with his nose.

"Mmmujhe nhi pata."Came her breathy wishper as she nervously fisted her maroon dupatta.

"Tumhe nhi pata, hmm!! ye toh bahut serious problem hai jisko solve krna parega."He smirked suggestively pulling her into his chest, while with his both hands he was slowly caressing her petite waist.

"Choren............ mmujhe apna saman pack karna hai."
She began to distance herself from him by placing her hands on his strong chest, but he was much more powerful than her, but how could she matched his strength. Her husband is a hulk with muscles and abs. Amusement danced in his dark eyes watching her struggle but he didn't dare to laugh.
She tried hard but he did not move a muscle, instead he pulled her closer to himself, leaving a nominal gap between them.

"I'm really sorry jana, janta hun bahot hurt kia hai mene tumhe."
Listening to him, she raised her big brown eyes and looked at her husband, who was lost in her beautiful eyes, a tear fell from Amreen's eyes at his sincere apology, making him come out of his dazed state.

"Kuch to bolo meri jaan."His restlessness increased at her silence.

"Kyaaaa, kya..... sorry bol dene se sab..... thik ho jata hai? Aapne ek baar bhi meeerrri baat nhi suni.......aur... sab kuch khud hi assume......... kr liya. Kitni koshishen........ ki mene aapse rabta krne ki, lekin aapne meraaaaa phone....... tak uthana jruri nhi samjha, aaj suddenly aesa..... kya ho gya ki aap mujhe apnana chahte hain? Bolen chupp.......... kyon khare hai." Amreen sobbed, holding his collar, who stood silent at her questions.

"Janta hu mene galti ki hai, mujhe tumhe ek moka dena chahiye tha apni baat rakhne ka."Rohaan realized and accepted his mistake but now he could only apologize for being an ass to her.

"Bhale hi aap galat hon uss baat ko lekar lekin...... lekin yeh bhi sachhh hai..... meri ammi ek tawa...........Amreen had very difficultly stopped herself from crying by placing her hand over her mouth. She knew that no matter how good a person he was, he would not accept her as his wife again.

"Mat ro Amreen, ab bas karo please. bahot takleef hoti hai mujhe tumhare ansu dekh kar."He pleaded cupping her tear stricken face in his hands.

"Isliye aapko sss..ssorry bolne ki jarurat nhi hai, mujhe ammi....... ne apne baare me sab bata dia hai isliye agar aap mmmujhe.................chorrrrrna chahhhte hai toh mai.......She stammered while sniffing.

"Aesi baten na kro please."He wiped her stubborn tears .

" Kyoki aapki mumani bhi jaanti hai meri ammi ke bare me to jahir si baat hai ki wo aapke khandan me sabko yeh  bta dengi aur aapki bekar me hamari wajah se aapki badnami hogi isliye....."