Not a Fairy Tale

8.

Madiha looked at Danish who dozed off just a few moments ago while watching TV, she smiled after remembering how he was asking about her family and sharing her pains. Picking up her mobile phone from the pillow she walked out of the room to call Mohsin but her brows furrowed after seeing a number in the call logs. "When did Chachu called today?" Knowing that number very well she muttered and called her uncle to know the reason behind calling and she got to that the reason told by her husband. After a small conversation she hung up the call and sat down on the sofa of the living room and looked at the door of the bedroom. The man whom she wanted to love once again gave her a reason to hate him.

The time when I was putting my heart out in front of him, he was actually doubting me!
Now she understood the reason behind enquiring about her uncle and couldn't help but hated her husband.

Leaving every thought behind she called her brother again and this time he received the call after only one ring.

"Where are you Mohsin, I'm calling you for the last few hours. How are you?" Madiha asked many questions in a hurry and the reply panicked her. Mohsin had a high fever, in the afternoon he was seeing his ringing mobile but he didn't get energy to pick it up from the other side of the bed.

"Have you eaten anything or not?" She asked in a hushed tone and waited for a reply but never got one. She silently cried on her helplessness, she couldn't do anything for her younger brother. Before getting married Madiha used to look after Mohsin like a mother but now there was no one to take care of him. Most of the time Mohsin had his meals outside the home, sometimes he makes noodles or omlette for himself and sometimes Madiha called him here in Danish's absence and pack some food for him to have next day too. She didn't dare to do this work in her husband's presence as she was unsure about his reaction, this man could say anything without any hesitation and Madiha did not want him to insult her brother.

She was talking to Mohsin and crying without knowing that her husband woke up. After not finding Madiha beside himself he looked here and there, he was not looking for his wife but for her mobile phone which was not present there. He stood up from the bed and walked towards the door, her small voice could be heard from the living room. He opened the door and got a view of her back. She was talking to someone.

With whom is she talking? This time I'll catch her red handed.

With this thought he walked towards the sofa on which Madiha was sitting unaware of the man was already standing behind her. "Kabhi kabhi to lagta hai mujhe shadi karni hi nhi chahiye thi," she cried and Danish's blood got a boil. Without bothering to ask anything he snatched away the mobile phone from Madiha's hand and put it on his ear.

(Sometimes I think I shouldn't have gotten married.)

"Aapi aap to rona band kariye, main theek ho jaunga." Danish listened to a weak voice and his expressions shifted from anger to stagger, he couldn't think of it. Madiha was also shocked by the sudden act of her husband, but both of them said nothing just keep watching each other without blinking, maybe that was the longest eye contact of both of them otherwise Madiha looks away within five seconds.

(Aapi You stop crying, I will be fine.)

"Mohsin bimaar hai, mujhe uske paas jana hai. Usne kuch khaya bhi nahi hai." Even after knowing that he was doubting on her one more time she ignored the fact and demanded because right now her brother was important for her.

(Mohsin is ill, I have to go to him.  He hasn't even eaten anything.)

"Tayyar ho jao." He passed her the mobile phone after disconnecting the call but she didn't take a hold on it.