Filmon ki Tarah| Completed ✔️

Chapter 20 Part 2 (Malik Zubair banega devdas)

Mahjabeen was lost in a peaceful slumber when a soft voice gently interrupted her dreams. "Tumhe khaaney mai sabse zyaada kya pasand hai?" it whispered. A sweet smile formed on her face as she began to reminisce about a special moment at a restaurant with her parents, where a waiter had asked, "Aap logon khaaney me kya pasand hai?"

Half-awake, Mahjabeen mumbled, "Sab kuch," not quite grasping why the waiter wasn't reciting the menu or handing her a list of dishes. After all, it was just a dream, and formalities need not apply here. She longed to indulge in every delightful dish before someone woke her from this slumber.

"Maslan batao toh Maho?" The faceless man transformed into her beloved husband, his eyes brimming with joy. She giggled, holding his hand, as enchanting music filled the air. Murtasim, donning a waiter's uniform, twirled her around with grace and tenderness.

"Baatonaaa..." he asked sweetly, his gaze capturing her heart in its embrace. Her voice laced with drowsiness, she replied dreamily, "Mattar korma, Mattar keema, Mattar Biryani, Mattar plough, Mattar tikka, Mattar kabab aur Matar Paneeerr..." Murtasim gasped, releasing her hand, and started to run away. Without hesitation, she chased after him, but he seemed frightened, his eyes filled with terror, as if she were a ghost.

"Murtasim..." she cried out desperately, "aap kaha jaarhey?" However, her voice faded away in the dream, and she witnessed him dancing with Haya, causing her to scream in horror.

"Nahiii..." she exclaimed. Suddenly, someone shook her awake, whispering urgently, "Mahjabeen utho!" As she opened her eyes, Mahjabeen found herself staring into his handsome face, and she couldn't help but envelop him in a tight embrace. She felt a surge of fear that he might vanish at any moment, but the scent of his cologne reassured her. In his arms, she discovered a sense of tranquility, as if she had found her true home.

Murtasim sensed her grip tightening around him as she snuggled closer. He felt the weight of her heavy breathing gradually returning to a peaceful rhythm, but she showed no signs of letting go. Instead, he listened to the gentle sound of her quiet snores. Murtasim couldn't help but smile, relishing the feeling of her soft body pressed against his own, realizing just how much he cherished these moments of intimate connection.

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As soon as Mahjabeen woke up she decided to visit Maa Begum, yesterday's chaos still lingered in her mind. She was unsure about many things, and she needed some elderly advice. More than Haya the thing that bugged her was the lack of intimacy in their marriage. They had kissed a few times, but whenever she tried to go a step further Murtasim would back off. It lowered her confidence and subconsciously made her feel unwanted.

So she went into Maa Begum's room with a cup of tea, looking at her lovely daughter in law, she couldn't help but smile. A gentle smile graced her face as she soaked in the warmth of Maa Begum's presence, knowing that her mother-in-law held a wealth of experience and insight.

"Maa Begum, maaf kijiyega, magar aapse ek sawal puchu?" Mahjabeen spoke softly, her voice tinged with both apprehension and hope.

Maa Begum's gaze met Mahjabeen's, her eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and caution. "Haan, pucho," she replied, her tone measured.

Hesitating for a moment, Mahjabeen gathered her courage and asked, "Aap Chacha Shahanwaz se mohabbat karti thi kya?" Her voice quivered slightly, uncertain of what the answer might reveal.

Maa Begum's eyes held a flicker of nostalgia. "Haan, beta, bohot," she replied, her voice filled with a touch of wistfulness.

Mahjabeen's heart skipped a beat, emboldening her to continue. "Woh bhi aapse mohabbat karte the kya?" she inquired, hoping for an affirmation that would validate her own longing.