In deep slumber she felt an arm caging her against a hard chest. She didn't protest. A pair of lips landed on her cheek, she didn't react but it weaken her slumber. A hand caressed her hair which forced her to open her eyes. She knew whose fragrance it was. She knew whose touch it was.
"What are you doing here?" Turning her side she opened her eyes and saw the person properly but pushed his hand away.
"Yaad aa rhi thi tumhari..."
(I was missing you.)
"Jhuut."
(It's a lie.)
"Tumhe aesa kyu lagta hai?"
(Why do you feel so?)
"7 din se yaha hu aapne ek baar bhi call nhi kri, aur keh rhe hain yaad aa rhi thi..."
(I'm here for the last 7 days, you didn't even call me once but here you're claiming to miss me?)
"Ab aa to gya hu." He snaked his arm around her but she pushed it away.
(But now, I'm here.)
"Kyu aaye hain? Mene bulaya tha kya?"
(But why are you here? Have I asked you to come?)
"I'm here because I love you."
"No, you don't. You just hurt me. That's it."
"Achha abhi bohot raat ho chuki hai, abhi soo jao, kal baat karte hain." Said Ashar in a tired voice. The long journey then struggle to gather some courage to stand in front of his wife already tired him.
(Well, it's late at night, sleep now, let's talk tomorrow.)
"Baat karne ki zarurat hi kya hai? Main to faltu baate karti hu na, ek aap hi to hain samajhdaar, sincere, sensible aadmi jo soch samajh ke boolte hain to mujhse baat kyu karni hai aapko? Ek kaam kariye shishe ke samne khade ho kar baat kriye, waha aapko ek sensible insaan dikh jayega baat krne ke liya" Bisma closed her eyes and Ashar sighed. He could be angry at this argument but he preferred not to lose his patience this time.
(What is the need to talk? I talk useless things, you are the only intelligent, sincere, sensible person who speaks after thinking, then why do you need to talk to me? Do one thing, stand in front of a mirror and talk to him, you will find him to be a sensible person to talk to.)
"Umm... You know what Bisma that's your problem... Tum bolti zyada ho samajhti kam ho." Ashar state a fact best of his knowledge. The chatty girl talks endlessly about everything, useful or useless, on the other hand, the reserved and reticent guy loved tranquility, every useless word and senseless question spoils his mood very quickly.
(you talk much but understand less.)
"Ji ji... Main to apni galti maan rhi hu. Sari buraiya mujh me hain, sari achhaiya aap me." Bisma huffed and Ashar controlled himself to get irritated.
(Yeah, sure. I'm admitting that I'm at fault and you're all correct.)
"Bisma, main itni dur se isliye aaya hu taki ye masla hal ho sak..." Bisma didn't let him compete and burst out.
(Bisma, I have come from so far so that this matter can be resolv...)
"Haa to kyu aaye hain aap? Main to aapki jaan baksh ke, aapko akela chhod ke yaha aa gyi na, ab kya pareshani hai aapko?"
(Yes, so why have you come? I spared your life, left you alone and came here, what is your problem now?)
"Bas bhi kar do ab..." The man, as brave as a lion became a mouse in front of his favourite lady.
