𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗷𝘂

𝗥𝘂𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗶 𝗝𝗮𝗮𝗻

To say Ruslaan was shocked would be an understatement. He kept staring at his wife with an expressionless face, wondering what coerced her to say these magical words to him? This can either be one of his beautiful dreams or her act to keep him closer. Because She can't love him, she can't feel butterflies in her stomach when She looks at him. Everything so far She felt was for Azlan, not for him.

"Kya hasil karna chahti ho tum yeh keh kar?" Ruslaan asked her in a shaky tone.

"Aapko...main aapko hasil karna chahti hoon Ruslaan, aur aaj se nahi kaafi waqt se...Please meri mohabbat pe shaq na karo, main sach me aapse ishq karne lagi hoon." Tamanna said with utmost sincerity in her tone, and He stared at her in utter astonishment.

"Acha...tum mujhse pyar karti ho toh batao mera favourite colour kaunsa hai? Mujhe meethe me kya pasand hai? Mujhe kaunsi baat pe sabse zyada gussa aata hai? Mujhe kaunsi cheez se nafrat hai? Batao zara." He asked her with an enraged face, and his heart was confident that She wouldn't be able to answer him, but He was certainly wrong.

"Aapka favourite colour Black hai, aapko meethe me Sevaiya wali kheer pasand hai...aapko gussa tab aata hai jab main ya toh Azlan ki baat karti hoon, ya fir aapko naraz karti hoon...aur aapko domestic violence se sakt nafrat hai...aapko nahi pasand agar koi bhi banda apni biwi ke saath buri tarah se pesh aaye toh. Sahi hoon na main?" Tamanna answered him without a wave of hesitance in her voice, and Ruslaan absent-mindedly nodded his head in agreement.

"Aap shayad mane ya na mane par maine aapko observe kiya hai, aapki har choti choti baaton pe gaur kiya hai....aapko kya pasand hain kya nahi sab kuch maine note kar ke rakha hai diary me, taki aapko kabhi koi shikayat ka mauka na doon."

"Ruslaan...I really love you, aur Azlan ke liye sirf mera infatuation tha, aur kuch bhi nahi...maine attraction ko mohabbat ka naam de diya, jabki woh toh mohabbat thi hi nahi. Mohabbat toh mujhe aapse hai...aapki aankhon se, aapke labon se, aapki saadgi se, aapki khushboo se...aapke jazbaat se, aapke chune se...aapki har chizon se jisne meri zindagi ko beshumar suroor se bhar diya hai." She said in a soft voice, and the gentle drops of rain dampened her beautiful face. He lovingly slid away the pencil-thin strand of her hair, and watched her in fascination.

"Do you really love me?" Ruslaan asked her with a concealed enthusiasm.

"Yes...I Love You." Tamanna said zealously, and the next moment He started to cry.

Ruslaan was weeping continuously with a smile of satisfaction on his lips. He turned himself in the opposite direction, and clamped his mouth from his rough palm. He still couldn't believe...Tamanna, the dream girl. His dream girl has told him that She is in love with him. This couldn't be true...He visualised this scene in his childhood, when He realised his love for his lady. But never hoped it to happen in reality, because he knew Allah hasn't created her for him, she is someone who deserves the best. He weakly raised his head upwards, and stared at the crying sky, who must be celebrating his joy by showering the liquid of gentleness. He stretched his lips into a small smile, and closed his eyes with warmness.

"Ruslaan." Her meek voice, and soothing touch surged his heart with immense love, and He gently turned around to face his wife.

"Main janti hoon aapke liye is baat pe yakeen karna behadh mushkil hoga...par main aapko yakeen dila kar rahugi apni mohabbat pe. Aaj tak aapne kiya hai apni Tamanna ke liye...ab main karugi apne Ruslaan ke liye." She said with a sweet smile, holding his shivering hands. She dropped a tender kiss on his forehead, and let out a soft sigh.

"Ek baat puchu?" Ruslaan asked her sincerely.

"Jee?" Tamanna replied.

"Kya tumne yeh confession is darr se kiya hai ki main kahi Arshiya ke taraf attract na ho jau? Allah ke khatir jhoot mat kehna...jo kuch tumhare dilon dimag me chal raha hai main sab kuch jaan na chahta hoon. Tamanna." He questioned her with a perplexed face, and She took a moment before answering him.