***Chapter 15 : The unsettling encounters And the New beginnings***

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***Chapter 15 : The unsettling encounters And the New beginnings***


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As the days passed in their new home, Ayesha and Ahmed fell into a comfortable routine. They enjoyed quiet mornings together, often sharing breakfast while discussing their plans for the day. Ahmed, attentive and caring, always ensured Ayesha felt at ease, especially after the unsettling incidents with Uzair and Mahram.


One day, while Ayesha was in the kitchen preparing lunch, Ahmed approached her with a thoughtful look. "Ayesha, tumne kabhi apne writing ke bare mein seriously socha hai?" he asked, leaning against the counter with a gentle smile. (Ayesha, have you ever thought seriously about your writing?)


Ayesha paused, surprised by the question. "Mujhe likhna bohot pasand hai, lekin kabhi aisa socha nahi tha," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. (I love writing, but I never really thought about it seriously.)


Ahmed's eyes sparkled with encouragement. "Tumhari writing bohot achi hai, aur tumhe isko aage badhane ka sochna chahiye. Shayad ek din tumhare khud ke novel bhi ho," he suggested, his tone sincere and hopeful. (Your writing is really good, and you should think about pursuing it further. Maybe one day you'll have your own novel.)


Ayesha felt a flutter of excitement at the thought, but before she could respond, they were interrupted by the doorbell. Ahmed went to answer it, and Ayesha returned to her cooking, her mind racing with possibilities.


That evening, Ahmed's cousin Uzair and their mutual friend Mahram arrived unannounced. As they settled into the living room, Uzair's behavior continued to unsettle Ayesha. He made little effort to hide his lingering gazes and inappropriate comments. At one point, while Ayesha was serving tea, Uzair leaned in too close, whispering, "Ayesha bhabhi, aapki khubsurati dekhkar to humein bas yahaan aate rehne ka bahana mil gaya hai." (Ayesha bhabhi, seeing your beauty gives us a reason to keep visiting.)


Ayesha felt a chill run down her spine, her discomfort palpable. She forced a smile, replying, "Aap log Ahmed ke dost hain, bas isi wajah se aapka khayal rakhte hain." (You all are Ahmed's friends, that's why we take care of you.)


Ahmed, who had been observing the exchange from a distance, felt his patience wear thin. He decided it was time to address the situation. "Uzair, tumhe kuch baat karni hai to mujhe bol sakte ho. Ayesha ko aise uncomfortable mat karo," he said firmly, his voice carrying a warning. (Uzair, if you have something to say, you can tell me. Don't make Ayesha uncomfortable like this.)


Uzair looked taken aback, attempting to laugh off the situation. "Arre Ahmed, hum to bas mazaak kar rahe the," he said, trying to downplay his actions. (Oh, Ahmed, we were just joking.)


Ahmed's expression remained serious. "Yeh mazaak mujhe pasand nahi aaya. Ayesha meri biwi hai, aur uski izzat sabse pehle hai," he stated, leaving no room for argument. (I didn't like this joke. Ayesha is my wife, and her respect comes first.)


Mahram, sensing the tension, tried to lighten the mood by turning her attention to Ahmed. "Ahmed bhai, aapki muskurahat to badi khoobsurat hai. Koi aisa kya raaz hai jo humein bhi bata sakte hain?" she flirted, her tone overly sweet. (Ahmed bhai, your smile is really beautiful. Is there a secret you can share with us?)


Ahmed, already irritated by Uzair's behavior, gave a polite but curt response. "Shukriya, Mahram. Lekin mujhe apni biwi se baat karni hai. Agar aapko kuch zaroorat ho to Ammi se keh dijiye," he said, clearly wanting to end the conversation. (Thank you, Mahram. But I need to talk to my wife. If you need anything, please tell Ammi.)


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