Not a Fairy Tale

2 (ii)

Madiha was silently sitting in the living room of her new home which was kind of messed up. A few baskets were full of flowers. Some packed some unpacked and some half wrapped gift boxes were laying in the other corner of the room. A few plates and dishes were present on the coffee table, just in front of her eyes which was irritating her for the last half an hour. Arranging those dishes in a pile she pushed them towards the corner of the table. She couldn't do anything else.

Lifting her eyes she tried to find someone who could give her a glass of water but there was no one other than a man who was making long chains of yellow and orange flowers. A manly voice was coming from some other room, she didn't even know who that person was but his voice was the only reason behind her nervousness and dry throat. That man was instructing and shouting at workers who were delaying the decoration. 

"Lights lagne mein itna time to nhi lagta, aur ye baqi kaam kab hoga? Maiyon kal hai, mujhe aaj raat tak ye saari decoration complete chahiye." The same voice roared somewhere in the home which jumped Madiha on her spot and she listened to the footsteps of the same person who was now talking to someone on a phone call regarding some other arrangements. 

(It doesn't take that much time to install the lights, and when will the remaining work be done?  Maiyon is only tomorrow, I want all these decorations to be completed by tonight.)

"Ye bartan table par hi pade rahenge?" The voice was so harsh and loud that it scared Madiha, she literally jumped at her place, and lifted the tray from the coffee table. 

(Will these dishes be kept lying on the table only?)

"Where is the kitchen?" She muttered while glancing at the owner of the voice and her blood dried up when found him as her husband. Her hands and feet were shivering, Danish wasn't expecting anything like that, this was the first time when he saw his wife in almost five hours of nikkah, he didn't even glanced at her at the time of entering into the home, and very soon he left Madiha on the same spot where she was sitting right now, he thought his sisters must be with his wife but only after half an hour they both also left for parlour. He was looking here and there to find someone to help Madiha but very soon he listened the tingling of bangles which forced him to see the figure walking towards the kitchen, she was holding her not so heavy lehnga with one hand and a tray of dishes with the other side hand. 

He sighed and rubbed his forehead with thumb and index finger. 

"Bhai aapki Sherwani kaha rakhu?" Someone asked from behind, "Meri sherwani? Mene kab mangwayi?" Turning towards the boy standing behind him, Danish asked confused. 

(Bhai, where should I keep your sherwani?)
(My sherwani? When did I order one?)

"Wo bhabi ke ghar se aayi hai aapke liye, kal walima hai na us me pehenne ke liye." The boy informed and Danish examined the sherwani present in the hand of that boy. 

(Tomorrow is the reception party, so it has come from bhabi's home for you, to wear in it.)

"Kon de kar gya hai?" 

(Who has come to give this?)

"Bhabi ke bhai aur mamu ke bete aaye the, aur wo mazirat bhi kar rahe the ki ye pehle dena bhul gye, keh rahe the kaam wagerah mein pta nhi kese dhyan se nikal gya." 

(Bhabi's brother and cousin brother. They were apologizing that they forgot to give it earlier, but they were busy at work etc., so somehow forgot about it.)

"Neeche se hi chale gye wo log? Upar nhi bulaya tumne?" Asked Danish in his angry voice. 

(Did those people go back from downstairs only? Didn't you call them upstairs?)