Qurbat

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What?!

Osman's eyes sharpened as he looked at her, forming into a slight glare.

Noticing the change of expressions Isha stood straight before gulping and clearing her throat.

"Uhm...uh, woh..." Isha looked here and there in order to find the words to compose her sentence.

Osman just tilted his head looking at her with a 'continue please? Will you?!' face.

"Please aap amma se windsheild ki shikayat nhi lagaye ga please! Mei-mein,..uh..mein apne kaan bhi pakadlungi!" Isha said in one breath as she held her ears as if standing in time out.

Noticing Osman's silence she squinted her eyes close in fear before continuing. "M-mein uthak baithak bhi krlungi!" Isha said as she moved quickly moved to do sit ups.

Osman who had been distracted by the sight seemed to come out of his trance as his eyes almost popped out at the sight of his fiancee doing sit ups.

"Wait!" Osman reached out to stop her.

"I-I won't tell your ammi." Osman words finally stopped her as she looked at him in hopeful eyes.

"Really?" She looked at him with shining eyes as a relief passed through her.

"Yes. Now get up!" Osman asked her. "I said utho!" He made her stand up from the half sit up position she had stopped at.

Isha sighed as she smiled dusting her clothes to see Osman moving inside the house. Panic passed through her as she again rushed and stood in front of him.

"Aap andr kyun jarhe hain? Aapne wa'ada kiya tha! Ab aap amma ko-" Osman mentally face palmed at Isha's blabbers.

He chose to stay silent and show her the plastic cover that had her nikkah's dress.

Exhaling at his fiancée's ability to ignore the action, he spoke.

"Will you wear this on our nikkah?" Osman pointed at her dust covered clothes that she wore.

"Kyu? Apko yeh pasand hai?" Isha spoke with a smile as she looked at her clothes, continuing to dust them.

"..."

Noticing silence she finally looked up to see Osman actually face palming himself.

'She can't even understand sarcasm.' He mentally spoke shaking his head.

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"Abbu, hum sahi tou krrhe hain naa?" Abida asked her father in law as she stirred his tea before keeping it in front of him on the coffee table.

Both father and daughter-in-law sat at the terrace as they enjoyed the windy evening of the summers.

"Kyu? Tum mutmaeen nhi ho kya?" Muhammad Shahid asked softly before he took a sip of his tea. He understood the worries of a mother.

"Nhi." Abida shook her head looking down. "Bs,...Isha kuch khaas hai. Is ghar ke liye, yahan ke logon k liye aur hamare liye." She sighed as her eyes started glistening.

"Uske liye jee ghabrata hai." Abida wiped her eyes with her dubatta. "Woh hai bhi tou kaisi! Bilkul nadaan aur behadd shararti!" Abida chuckled through her words.

Muhammad Shahid smiled at the thought of his precious granddaughter.

"Tum fikr na karo, Osman uska behadd khayal rakhe ga." He gave an assuring smile to his daughter-in-law.

"Itna yaqeen?" Abida raised her eyebrows,genuinely surprised at the surety in her father-in-law's words.