Tesoro mio: My Treasure

Chand Raat

Fabiha's P. O. V

Tomorrow is my first ever Eid at my in-laws.

I am really excited about it. Me and Nisha bhabi are taking care of some chores. Mainly we are making some desserts and snacks.

Some guests will be visiting us this evening. As mom invited some of our close relatives on the occasion of Chand Raat.

Chand raat is a south asian muslim celebration for Eid. It is a time when family, friends and close relatives gather together in order to exchange blessings and good wishes.

Chand raat means feminine. The night of the new moon, first night of the lunar month. This new moon signals the arrival of the Islamic month of Shawwal and the arrival of Eid.

"Mom always invites our close relatives on this occasion." Nisha bhabi said as she served all the laddoos in a beautiful plate.

"That's really good." I said. "Yeah, but you should maintain distance with them." bhabi said.

I looked at her in confusion and asked, "Why?"

Bhabi stopped what she was doing and told me, "Well, you know Dolly aunty is coming right?" in a serious tone.

"Yeah. Zayaan told me that she didn't attend our wedding due to some business errands." I said.

Nisha bhabi fakes a laugh and says,"That's not a reason."

"Then?" I asked.

"She didn't attend your wedding because, she always dreamed that her only daughter Mila will be Zayaan's wife." bhabi said.

I don't know why but hearing her words made me mad. "What?" I asked.

"Yes. And when they came to us with her daughter's hand. Everyone agreed. Cause, Mila is a polite girl." bhabi continued.

'Polite, my foot' I thought. I don't know why, but I am having this sudden urge to pull out Mila's hair. And kick her really hard. But wait.

Why am I feeling this. It's not like that I am jealous, right? Then why do feel like burning her alive would be great? Like she didn't do anything bad to me. Then why am I feeling this?

"Then what happened?" I asked.

"Then what? When Zayaan got to know about that, he refused the alliance then and there. He said that he'll always look at her as her brother." bhabi said.

"Then?" I asked. She sighed and said,"I think the rest you should know from your husband. " saying this she left me all alone in the kitchen.

The whole time I was in the kitchen, I was thinking about this Mila.

Is she beautiful? Is she better than me? Wait. What the hell are you thinking, Fabiha! Hold yourself together.

Should I ask that bastard about what happened? No, it will be better if I don't. He will start teasing me.

I don't know what happened to him. But after, he recovered from his fever, he was acting weird.

Like you, whenever I am in our room, he will keep staring me. He will make me feed him. And yes, he started making puppy eyes.

Whenever I refuse to anything (most of them are nonsense) he will start sulking.

Whatever. I finished my work in the kitchen when to our room to freshen up myself.

The guests have arrived. I am standing infront the mirror and comb my hair.

Zayaan is sitting on the couch. He is working on his computer. And secretly watching me comb my hair. I sigh. This bastard.