Rabt

11

Rukhsar

She had not even begun to pack yet .
She sat there her lips pursed , she didn't know the dynamics of Rania bhabis family, she had barely ever spoken to her.

A week long wedding meant that she needed at least 5 dresses , she didn't really prepare a dowry when she was getting married this time.

She only had work clothes and some formal clothes .
She laid whatever she had on the bed , once upon a time she had loved shopping, loved getting the next most expensive dress or saree.

She hadn't worn a sarree since she married Ali even though she absolutely loved them.
But her previous in laws had created a huge issue out of it so she didn't bother.

A knock on the door brought her out of her musings ,
"Jee?" She asked ,

"Mein aajaoun?" It was Saima ,

Rukhsar nodded ,
Saima looked over at her bed ,
"Is this all you have ?" She asked a small frown on her lips .

Rukhsar nodded ,
"You don't think these are fine?" She asked , and Saima shook her head.

"These aren't the kind of clothes you would wear to a family wedding" Saima said ,

Rukhsar nodded and then sat down
"This is all I have , Shayad mujhe nahi jaana chahiye" she said shrugging.

Saima pressed her lips tightly together,
"Rukhsar we can go out to shop you know ? Or you could borrow something of mine-" Rukhsar cut her off
"Bilkul nahi ," she shook her head,
"I already feel like I have taken so much from you ," she said ,
Saima shook her head,
But Rukhsar didn't let her speak,
"Mein waha jaa kar kuch figureout karlun gi" she said ,

Saima nodded , but reached out for her ,
"Tum zyada souch rahi ho" she said ,
"Let me figure something out for you theek hai" she said ,
"Thori si maddad lene mein kuch nahi hota" she said to her ,
"I have so many clothes that I don't wear anymore , and think of it as borrowing?" Saima said ,
"Agar tum kuch pasand aaya tou hee lena and then you can buy the rest." She said ,
"Mein lekar aati hun" she said , as she left her room.

Rukhsar didn't know how she was going to protest, she really didn't want to wear her clothes, just the idea made her skin crawl.

_________________________

Qasim

He entered his bedroom to find his wife sifting through her clothes.
She was out of breath from holding the bags thats how frail her health had gotten.

"Saima ? Baby what are you doing" he said as he took the clothes from her .

She smiled at him,
"I'm looking for clothes for Rukhsar to wear" she told him, and he frowned,
"She doesn't have anything to wear for the wedding" she told him, Qasim put her clothes down,
"Then she can get new clothes , don't give her your clothes" he said to firmly,
"Saima I don't want her wearing your clothes and I'm sure she doesn't want to wear your clothes either , so dont make this more difficult than it already is" he told her , it just didn't feel right.

Saima looked at him her eyes not showing anything, and she finally nodded.

"Ussay kapray chahiye hongay woh waha se bhi le sakti hai" he said to her , he wrapped his arms around her pressing a kiss to her head.

"I'm sorry" she mumbled her voice cracking, and he squeezed her tightly.
"Its okay sweetheart," he said to her softly,he knew that she wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of him going with Rukhsar, he knew bow possesive his wife was .

He made her look at him,
"Stop worrying, there's nothing for you to be worried about." He told her ,
The irony of the whole situation wasn't lost on him, he was the one comforting her when she was the reason for them being stuck in this situation.