Vasl-e-Yaar

18

Since some of you asked for a recap of the story, I would suggest you guys to read in once again as it will help you in further chapters to connect with small details. I myself had to read everything to write further chapters and trust me it didn't take long. Just try and read and you'll like the chapters ahead.
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The wind was blowing slightly as the wooden windows were banging the wall in reaction.
The curtains were dancing and the sound that was created made a smile form on Anabiya's face.

She was standing in front of the dresser kept in the corner of the room where a half length mirror was also sticked to it where she would always get ready.
She had just taken a shower 10 minutes ago and was now getting ready for the day.

The day she had an outburst in front of everyone was three weeks ago and since then everyone had tried to apologize again and again and also to repair what all they'd done.
They would ask her things, trying to get into conversations which they never did after her marriage.
She was slowly trying to get normal, also trying her best to forget the bitter times.
No matter how bad she did to others or how bad the others did to her, at one point the thought always came at the back of her mind that this was her family.
The family with which she'd once saw the dreams of growing old with.

Applying the coat of the pink lipstick that was in her hand, Anabiya dusted the invisible dust on her joda.
It was a simple navy blue kurta and pant with a heavy dupatta in multicolor.
After her marriage she had basically forgotten how to dress up herself because there was no reason for her to.

But since a couple of days she had been putting more efforts.
More efforts for herself because it made her feel much better, not for anyone else.

A sudden jerk came from her as a hand snaked up her waist.
An alarmed Anabiya looked at the mirror in front of her and her lips pressed tight as she noticed a freshly showered Hammad standing right behind her.
Maybe for once her mood didn't turn sour seeing him like it did for the past days.

It was again one of his failed attempt to get romantic with her just like the past weeks.
He was trying to get close to his wife but Anabiya needed time.
She couldn't get normal this quickly forgetting his behavior and the things he had done to her.
She was angry with him but somewhere she also knew his anger was justified. But she was way angrier with her family though.

These days, Hammad had also been trying to expand his business.
Their shop was going well but now as the family was growing and how the country was facing inflation, he needed to think of something big for them.

The income from their textile shop was just enough to cover each family member's expenses, not something they could lead a peaceful life with in the upcoming years as his family would grow in future.
And for that Hammad had great vision.
His plans were nothing small. They were huge. Huge in every aspect which required a lot of his time these days which the family also knew about.

But he was also trying his level best to give time to Anabiya which she noticed.
Because it was all new to her. Something that she hadn't experienced till now.

"H...Hammad..." Anabiya stammered.

"Bohot khubsurat lag rahi ho Anabiya." Hammad whispered with his hot breath fanning on Anabiya's ears.

"A...Aap...." Anabiya couldn't speak as Hammad had taken the corner of her ear between his teeth.
Her heart was beating so loud that she was sure even Hammad must have felt that.