𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹-𝗲-𝗠𝗮𝗵𝘁𝗮𝗮𝗯

غمِ عشق اختتام۔ (end)

2 years later:

"Haya meri blue dots waali tie kahan hai?"

(Where is my tie with blue dots, Haya?)

"Haya meri brown strap waali ghadi kaha hai?"

(Where is my watch with a brown strap, Haya?)

"Haya mera wallet kaha hai?"

(Where is my wallet, Haya?)

Haya facepalmed and stomped her foot hard on the ground before making her way towards their room. Her face contorted into a scowl, and her hands curled into fists in frustration.

"Aaj toh khair nahi Shaazil bhai ki!"

(Today, there's no escape for Shaazil bhai!)

Airah suppressed a chuckle as she fed mashed potatoes with chicken to the little Yazaan, who eagerly jumped in his baby high chair. Giving Airah a grateful nod, Haya headed upstairs. Hamza, sitting in the chair next to Airah, intermittently filled her plate while discussing work matters on his phone.

Their five-month marriage had been remarkably smooth. Hamza proved to be an adoring husband, supporting Airah through every step. Devastated by Bijaan's passing, Hamza became her comforting shoulder. During lonely and desolate nights, she found solace in him. He dispelled doubts about himself, demonstrating genuine repentance and personal growth. Beyond mere words, Hamza expressed his love through meaningful gestures that spoke louder than a thousand words.

Observing her feed his brother's son without eating herself, he ended the call and started feeding her by hand. She glanced at him, and upon seeing her, he smiled slightly. After ensuring she ate properly, he leaned forward and gently kissed her temple.

"I've got a surprise for you, shaam mein aakar dunga!"

(I'll give you in the evening)

He whispered near her ear, and excitement surged through her veins as she vigorously nodded her head. Chuckling at her playful demeanor, he left the dining table, uttering a brief "Allah Hafiz."

Haya entered the room and, without looking at Shaazil, angrily picked up her wallet and watch from the side table and grabbed the tie from the bed. She deliberately placed them on the dressing table, creating a commotion in frustration. Her nose turned red with anger. Shaazil, combing his hair, watched her. He had made up an excuse and called her upstairs. Now, seeing her in anger, he sensed that something was amiss.

"Kya hua hai Haya?!"

(What happened, Haya?)

He turned and gently took hold of her wrist in his colossal hand, tracing circles to soothe her. In a worried tone, he asked, knowing that his Haya would never jerk his hand away. As she received little attention, numerous tears welled up in her eyes.

"Aap! Aap hue hain!"

(You! You happened!)

She spoke in an angry yet tear-filled tone.

"Woh toh main 31 saal pehle hi hogaya tha! Sahi batao kya hua hai!"

(I already turned 31! Tell me the truth, what's going on?)

Shaazil looked at her with amusement. Haya glanced into his warm eyes and rolled her eyes at his poor sense of humor.

"Aap ki cheezein saamne padi hain kyu shor machaa rahe hain?!"

(Why are you making noise when your things are right in front of you?)

She complained.