𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗷𝘂

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗙𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗧𝗼 𝗛𝗲𝗿

• Next Day In The Morning, Tamanna got ready before the time, and was looking exquisitely beautiful in the peach suit, with white dupatta pinned on her shoulder. She brushed her waist-length brunette hair with gentleness, and soon her soft light red cheek felt a familiar warmness. She held the comb tightly, and Ruslaan stared at her face intensely.

"Good Morning Dilruba." He uttered in a husky voice.

"Good Morning." She replied to him quickly.

"Aap itni jaldi kyu uth gaye?" She asked him uneasily.

"Haan...Kyu? Tumhe main sote hue acha lag raha tha kya?" Ruslaan asked her with a lip-closed smile, and brought his face closer to her slightly damp hair.

"Nahi...woh aise hi pucha...aap ready ho jaiye...main niche jaa rahi hoon." Tamanna apprised him with a nervous smile, and quickly put a clip over her silky hair.

Before She could go, she felt someone flirting with her darling hair, and it was none other than her husband. Ruslaan willfully drew back the clip, and said in a hoarse voice - "Apne baalo ko khula rakha karo...mujhe aise tum aur achi lagti ho."

"Par main baal khule rakh kar kaise kaam karugi?" Tamanna asked him with an innocent face.

"Mat karo kaam...kisne kaha hain?" He said with a normal smile.

"Jab mayke me kabhi khali baithne nahi diya mujhe ammi ne, toh yeh toh fir bhi mera sasural hai." She spoke with a soft chuckle, and Ruslaan smirked, and whispered in her ear - "Kya pata tum sasural walo pe zindagi bhar raaj karo?"

"Mujhe koi dilchaspi nahi hai kisi pe raaj karne ki...Allah ne mujhe itna qaabil banaya hai ki main kuch kar saku kisi ke liye." Tamanna replied to him in a little stern voice, and placed the hair clip on the dressing table.

She turned to leave the room, but Ruslaan gently caught her wrist, and asked her in a gruff voice - "Kya mere dil pe bhi raaj karna nahi chahti tum?"

"Pata nahi." Tamanna answered him in a low voice, releasing her wrist from his hold. She left the room, and Ruslaan was stupefied.

"Uff Allah yeh kaisa jawab de kar gayi tum mujhe? Tum toh bachpan se raaj kar rahi ho mere dil pe...ab aur kya karna baki reh gaya hai? Haan sirf fark itna hai ki tumhe is bare me nahi pata hai abhi bhi." He said to himself with a lopsided smile, and unlocked the door of his cabinet. He fished out one plain white kurta, and went inside the bathroom to get a warm bath.

• Fawad uncle was reading the newspaper with a keen expression, and Tamanna greeted him - "Assalam Alaikum."

"Walaikum Assalam Beta...itni jaldi tum taiyar ho kar aa bhi gayi?" He said with a sweet smile, and She nodded her head in yes.

"Aise hi thodi na humein bachpan se yeh ladki itni pasand hai...sare bahu wale gun diye hai Allah ne ise." Tasneem came with a smiling face, and kissed her softly on her forehead.

"Zaniya ko bhi kuch sikha dena yaar, bilkul aata nahi use kaam karna." Azlan complained with an annoyed face, and Tamanna looked at him with a painful smile.

"Koi baat nahi...main hoon na, main kar lungi." She said softly.

"Kyun? Meri biwi ko bhi toh kuch aana chahiye na, warna sab kahege ke chote bhai ke naseeb dekho kitne ache hai...uski begum ko sab kuch aata hai." Azlan spoke with a teasing smile, and She just stared at him blankly for a moment.

"Khair...aaj kya meetha banane wali ho tum?" He asked her excitedly.

"Kya khana pasand karege aap?" Tamanna asked him with a gentle smile.