Laal Ishq

24|Tu Thodi Der Aur Ther Ja

Azaan chucked a glass of water and handed a bottle to Dua who gratefully took it.

She seemed much more comfortable now, however she had a little pout on her face.

Azaan took off his shawl and placed it on the sofa and asked her,

" Mood kyu kharab hua tumhara ? Is it the gift ? I can get you something else. "

She shook her head, fingers still playing with the dupatta and said,

" Woh....mai ne aapke liye...I mean aapki muh dikhai ke liye koi gift nahi kharida. "

He took a minute to process it, Dua's big innocent eyes showed that she was truly sad about the incident.

Dua gave him an offended look when he broke into fits of laughter and came closer to her.

" Haha- Du- O my god Dua ! Itni masoom kaise ho tum. "

He laughed some more, fighting the urge to kiss her forehead. She fluttered her lashes and asked,

" Aap...aap has kyu rahein hai. "

He sat besides her and said,

" Dulhan tum ho na, toh muh dikhai bhi sirf tumhari hi hogi. Relax. "

She slowly nodded and asked him reluctantly,

" Aap meri madad karenge ? Jewellery hatani hai, us waqt sab the toh pehen li thi. "

He nodded and asked her to move closer. He figured this was the only way he'd be able to initiate a proper conversation with her.

Dua came closer to him and first and foremost he decided to remove the nath, as she did not have a nose piercing and it was probably hurting her bad.

He placed his hands on her head and slowly unclipped the clips holding the attached piece of Nath in her hair.

" Did you enjoy the ceremony ? "

He asked slowly massaging her hair as he took off the clips and she bobbed her head eagerly.

" Haan ! Par mera bohot dil tha dance karne ka, ammi ne mana kar diya. Aur abbu bhi itna emotional ho rahe the. Aap batayen, mai toh same hi ghar me hun. "

He took the nath off and smiled.

" Aree koi baat nahi, abhi bohot si shaadiya hongi, usme dance kaar lena. Aur chachu toh jazbaati honge hi, unki chhoti si gudiya jo ho tum. "

She nodded and then suddenly put her head on his shoulder startling him. However before he could hug her back, she withdrew herself and shyly said,

" Sorry ! "

He nodded and immediately told her to not worry.

As he got to unpinning her dupatta resting on the head and said,

" Waise ab sach sach batao, tum itna nervous kyu thi, jab mai andar aa raha tha. Why were you scared ? "

His tone was so gentle as if he was speaking to a child. It was kind of true because the way she was looking at him with her big doe eyes, she did look like one.

Red hue coloured her face and she shook her head.

" Kuchh bhi nahi, aap - aap zyada soch rahe hai. "

No, he wasn't thinking much. Azaan did not want Dua to feel uncomfortable with him.

" You can tell me anything Dua. Ghabrao nahi ! "

Realising he wouldn't shut up, she clutched her fists tightly and shut her eyes before bowing her head and slowly whispering,

" Woh mujhe chidha rahe the !? "

Call him stupid but he really did not get what she was saying. They aren't kids, why would they tease his wife. He gave her an offended look and exclaimed,

" Why ! Kyu chidha rahe the tumhe woh sab, tell me I'll teach them a lesson. "

This was so not what she expected when she thought of their first interaction post the ceremony. Realising he wouldn't shut up, she scoffed and said,

" Woh mujhe hamari suhaag raat ke baare me chidha rahe the. "

It was her irritation and annoyance that replaced her shyness and now it was Azaan's turn to shy away.

" Oh ! "

And then he felt even more stupid for letting out an ' oh ' at this. How could he be so damn dumb, what else would they tease Dua about.

The tips of his ears were as red as a fresh tomato and for a minute Dua forgot everything else and just enjoyed how adorable her husband looked.

" Aa- aap sharma rahe hai !? "

She felt oddly comfortable and wanted to tease him, she would always be the one blushing at whatever he would say or do but this was quite a moment too.

" Chup raho, aur in teeno ko toh mai kal dekhta hun. "

She couldn't help but laugh at his expression, this was probably the most unfiltered version of Azaan that she had ever seen.

" Sharmaye nahi Azaan ! "

Her comment earned her another blush and another fit of giggles erupted from her.

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" Ye rahe tumhare kapde, go change. I'll change here ok "

After an hour of taking off the jewellery and talking about anything and everything, they finally decided to change and sleep.

Dua seemed completely at ease, Azaan however, was fairly tensed. Seeing Dua in the bridal joda switched something in his and he had this possessive urge to cage Dua in her arms forever.

Years of yearning and unrequited love was something that scared Azaan.

Currently, he was changed and sitting on the bed. He was waiting for her to come out, quite anxiously might I add.

When she came out, wearing a baby pink shirt and white pajamas, he almost cooed at her.

" Aapne kapde change kar liye !? "

She asked while yawning, covering her mouth and he nodded. Azaan turned off the main lights and now there were only a few lamps lighting up the room.

" Come, thak gayi ho na ! "

Her pout remained and she nodded at him. He smiled and bought a couple more pillows and cushions from the closet, knowing that Dua likes sleeping with a lot of them.

She smiled seeing her watermelon plushy and called out to him,

" Azaan ! "

" Hmm "

He replied, not looking towards her, still engrossed in fixing the pillows. She wobbled closer to him and shyly told him,

" Aap ek bohot acche shauhar hai. "

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I am gonna miss these two 🥺

Vishakha