Farmeed / One-shot Series

~ our little fairytale ~

The contrast couldn't be more evident. Farjaad's handbag was also packed, placed on top of his suitcase. He was dressed up and currently sitting on the chair, impatiently tapping his foot on the ground, constantly checking his watch. 

Umeed, on the other hand, was still throwing things inside her suitcase and then taking them out. She had already packed some fifteen full outfits for a five day trip. She still wasn't done. Her makeup, hair accessories and personal items were still scattered all around the room.

Every time Farjaad would look at the room, he could physically feel his heartbeat increasing out of anxiety. He was not used to last minute packing, and especially not a fan of leaving late for the airport. 

Umeed and Farjaad were on their way to a five day Europe tour - their honeymoon, as Umeed would call it. Farjaad preferred calling it a trip as it was too late for a honeymoon. Regardless, according to Farjaad's meticulous planning, they should have left home ten minutes ago. 

"Umeed yaar, kitna time hai abhi? Flight miss karao gi!"

"Koi flight nahi miss ho rahi. Abhi sarhay paanch ghentay hein flight mein. Araam se beth jayein, bas das minute"

"Aur jo ghenta traffic mein lagna hai, us ka kya?"

"Phir bhi time se puchanch jayein gay. Don't worry."

"Tum kya kiye ja rahi ho?"

"Bas ye thori si cheezein reh gayi hein."

Farjaad looked at the neonic green dress in her hand making his eyes pop out, as he got up and walked towards her. 

"Ye kya hai? Ye kidhar pehan'na hai tum ne?"

"Kyun? Acha to hai."

"Umeed, rang dekho is ka! Ye liya hi kyun hai tum ne?"

"Acha lag raha tha pehna hua"

"Tumharay upar to sab hi pehna hua acha lagta hai, is ka ye matlab to nahi hai ke wo sach mein acha hai. Please is ko yaheen chor jao."

"Ye koi flirt karnay ka time hai? Kaam karnay dein mujhe. Aur nahi, mein le ke jaaon gi saath. Pehnoon gi bhi."

"Tum ye pehan ke akelay hi ghoomna phir."

He made a face as he turned around, walking away. Umeed bit her cheeks, keeping the dress on the side. Of course she wouldn't take it if he didn't like it. Who else was she dressing up for?

She saw his grumpy self standing in front of the mirror, hands in his pockets, a frown on his face. She couldn't deny, as much as she loved his laid back, smiling self, a part of her missed this grumpy side of him. She always felt that her husband had the unique ability of looking very mesmerising and irresistible when he was angry. It made a part of her jump. Sometimes, she would intentionally do thinks to pull his wrong buttons, just to see that clenched jaw. 

She dropped her things and walked over towards him, standing in front of him. She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Farjaad looked at her momentarily, his eyes softening, before he looked away, making Umeed smile. 

"Acha sunein na!"

"Kya hai Umeed? Pehle hi late ho rahay hein, ye kya kar rahi ho tum?"

He knew if he looked into her eyes a little longer or let down his guard, they would definitely be missing the flight. 

"Hum maza karnay ja rahay hein na?"

"Haan, agar puhanchnay mein kamyaab ho gaye to"

She ignored his sarcasm as she brought her face closer to his.