Cluster of short stories filled with love
• Tu Thodi Der Aur Ther Ja ✓
• Tune Jo Na Kaha [ ongoing ]
• Phir Le Aaya Dil [ ongoing ]
• Shukran Allah [ Draft ]
• Oh Mehrama [ Draft ]
As the morning sunlight shines bright across the curtain, inside the room, Azaan continued gazing at his wife.
Dua looked so serene, as peaceful as an angel as she slept free of all worries.
It had barely been 10 minutes since he had woken up but he could not help himself but look at her. This was probably the closest he had been to her.
Her hair tie was nowhere to be found and every time she would turn, her hair would irritate her. Just as he was about to remove a strand from her face, she groaned,
" Uh ! Itni garmi kyu hai ! "
And out of habit reached out to hug one of her pillows and accidentally pulled Azaan by the collar of his shirt.
" Mhm "
His breath hitched when she snaked her arms around his neck and put her head on his chest. His hands remain in the air as he tries his best not to touch her but the position was rather uncomfortable as his hands hurt.
A rough knock on his door brought him relief as it broke Dua's slumber and she pushed herself away from him.
He heard his mother's voice and groaned, he realised that after the Rukhsati his house would now have visitors coming at any point of time.
Hearing the commotion Dua groaned,
" Kon hai ! "
He shook his head and then proceeded to lightly shake her arm, trying to wake her up.
" Dua ! Wake up. "
He almost felt guilty when he saw that her nose still had a little red mark because of yesterday and wanted to let her sleep.
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" Mujhe saree nahi pehen-ni aati ! "
Currently Azaan and Dua were sitting inside thier room with their hands holding their heads.
" Dua itna pareshaan hone ki koi zarurat nahi hai. "
He tried to calm her, the thing is right now they were running late for a brunch.
Because of the entire Mehwish running away mishap and Dua and Azaan getting married, a lot of people had a lot of questions about it.
But this brunch was somewhat of a reception, putting all those rumours and questions to rest and officially introduce Dua as the eldest grand daughter in law of Shaukat and Sehreem Ali.
Earlier when Seher came to help her, she had told her that she'd be fine but she hadn't realised that her mother and mother in law had chosen a saree for her to wear.
" Tum ruko, I'll see....kaise bandhana hai isko. "
Dua made a sad face and passed it to him however a piece of fabric got stuck on the foot of the bed and with a screech sound, the beautiful saree tore apart.
Azaan looked at Dua and she looked at the floor, completely shocked.
In an instant, tears pooled her eyes when she looked up to see him and said,
" Aaj sab kuchh ulta kyu ho raha hai ! Pehle mai late uthi, fir mujhe chhot bhi lag gayi, saara juice bhi maine bed par gira diya and ab ye saree bhi, Ayaan bhai sahi keh rahe the, I can't even handle myself. Mai toh achhi wife bhi nahi ban paungi. "
Her breakdown made him immediately engulf her in a warm hug. He has seen Dua been nervous and lost ever since she woke up, she seemed to be lost in deep thoughts but he did not realise that this was what she was worried about.
" Shhh ! Kuchh bhi nahi hua Dua, ro to nahi. "
His right hand held her close to his height while he wiped her tears with the other one. Dua sobbed slowly and rubbed her face against his shirt, good thing he wasn't exactly ready yet either.
" Mai sab galat ho kar rahi hun. Pehle toh nahi hota tha, ab pata nahi kya ho gaya. "
She clutched his shirt and he picked her head.
" Itna sochogi toh yahi hoga na Dua. You need to relax. "
He caressed her hair and consoled her. She calmed down soon enough and he decided to ease her mind later because they really had to leave soon.
" Azaan ! Mai ab kya pehnungi ? Meri saree toh sari fat gayi. "
He smiled seeing just how anxious she was and said,
" Baat baat par aansu mat giraya Karo tum. Ruko, mere paas kuchh hai. "
He stood up and she rubbed her eyes with her tiny fists and asked,
" Aapke paas saariyan hai ? "
He glared at her and told her,
" Nahi ! "
He opened one of the single doored cupboard and took a black paper bag out. She raised her brows, curious to know what's in it and waited for him to come to her.
When he reached her, she was quick to snatch the bag from him and as soon as she pulled out the dress in it, she gasped.
" Kitna sundar joda hai ! "
She was thoroughly mesmerized, it was a beautiful kurti with a heavily embroidered gharara.
" Wear it. And taiyaar ho jao, koi kuchh kahega toh mai dekh lunga. "
He answered her unasked question and she gave him her bright smile and rushed to get ready. She was yet to shift all of her makeup to his room but for now she haad enough stuff to doll herself up.
Azaan felt content seeing her finally relax and she was now engrossed in getting her makeup.
He moved to the walk in closet and got dressed. There wasn't much to do considering all he had to do was style his hair, wear his watch and select his shoes.
He however gave Dua ample time to get ready as comfortably as she could.
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Dua bowed her head when her badi daadi gave her an envelope and pat her head blessing her.
They had managed to arrive within 40 minutes and the family was having the time of their lives.
Pretty much everyone could see how Azaan and Dua was constantly sticking together and even if they weren't, they would constantly be looking at or for each other.
