As Farjaad entered their cozy room, he noticed Umeed getting ready for her day at the café. She was in her usual rush, her chaotic energy filling the room as she moved around, gathering her things. Just as she was about to head out, she suddenly winced in pain, her ankle twisting beneath her. She grabbed onto the doorframe to steady herself, but it was clear she was hurt.
"Umeed!" Farjaad's voice was full of concern as he quickly crossed the room to her side. "Kya hua?"
"Kuch nahi Farjaad, bas thoda sa pair twist hogya" Umeed replied, trying to brush it off with a forced smile. "I am fine. Chalo main café jaa rahi hoon"
Farjaad frowned, not convinced. Nahi, tum kahi aise kahi nahi jaa rahi". He gently helped her to sit on the bed and carefully examined her ankle. It was already starting to swell.
Without another word, Farjaad grabbed the balm from the drawer and started applying it to her ankle, his touch tender yet firm. Umeed watched him quietly, her heart warming at the way his brow furrowed in concentration.
"Farjaad, main aise off nahi le sakti. Café-"
"Kuch nahi hota ek din mein" Farjaad interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Main nahi chahta tumhari takleef badh jaaye isliye Umeed please aaj rest karlo"
Umeed sighed, knowing he was right, but still feeling the tug of responsibility. "Lekin agar unhe meri jaroort hui toh?"
"Wo log call Kar lenge. Lekin abhi tumhe sirf apna khayal rakhna hai" Farjaad met her eyes, his expression softening. "Let me take care of you"
Reluctantly, Umeed nodded, leaning back against the pillows as Farjaad continued to massage her ankle.
"Alright, I will stay".
Farjaad smiled, relieved. "Good. I’ll make you some chai and we can spend the day together. You’re not going to miss a thing."
Umeed chuckled softly, feeling the tension ease as Farjaad’s presence calmed her.
Farjaad carefully wrapped Umeed's ankle with a bandage, his touch was gentle. Once he was done, he stood up and brushed his hands together. "Ab tum yahan se hilne ki koshish bhi mat karna. Main tumhare liye kuch khana lata hoon."
Umeed gave him a playful pout. "Farjaad, main abhi itni bhi bimar nahi hoon ke khud se khana nahi kha sakti."
Farjaad smirked, shaking his head. "Bimar toh nahi ho, lekin ziddi zaroor ho. Tum bas relax karo, main sab kuch handle karta hoon."
He walked out of the room and soon returned with a tray in hand, filled with Umeed's favorite comfort food - white sauce pasta with two garlic breads on the side. Putting the tray on the bed, he sat beside her on the bed.
Meanwhile Umeed texted Waleed that she can't come today because of ankle twist.
He took plate full of white sauce pasta in his hands and started feeding Umeed.
Umeed chuckled as she watched her dear husband fussing over her for just a simple ankle twist.
Umeed smiled at the sight of farjaad holding a spoonful of pasta in front of her mouth.
Farjaad raised an eyebrow. "Khao na"
"Farjaad main mere pair mein lagi hai, haath to mere sahi kaam kar rahe hain" she laughed.
"Nahi, Phir bhi aaj main hi khilauga aur tumhara poora poora dhyan rakhunga" He said while feeding Umeed pasta.
She blushed slightly, taking a bite. "Aap itne sweet kab se ban gaye ho?"
"Jab se tumhari life mein aaya hoon" He chuckled.
They shared a laugh, the comfortable silence between them filled with the warmth of their companionship. Umeed ate slowly, savoring the food and the company.
"Farjaad," she said after a while, "aap itna khayal kyun rakhte hain mera?"
Farjaad looked at her with soft eyes. "Kyunke tum mera khayal rakhti ho, Umeed. Aur mujhe yeh lagta hai ke, tumhari khushi aur tumhari sehat se zyada important kuch nahi hai."
Umeed's heart fluttered at his words. She reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, Farjaad. Aapka hona meri zindagi ka sabse bada sukoon hai."
He smiled, squeezing her hand back. "Aur tumhara hona meri zindagi ka sabse bada comfort."
After finishing the meal, Farjaad set the tray aside and pulled Umeed close, resting her head on his chest and kissed the top of her head.
"Kaisa hai ab dard?"
"Ab bohat behtar hai" She lifted her head to make her eyes meet his.
As they lay there, Umeed whispered, "Farjaad?"
"Hmm?" he responded, already half-asleep.
"Mujhe aapse baat karte hue sona bohot acha lagta hai," she murmured.
Farjaad smiled, his voice drowsy. "Mujhe bhi... tumhari awaaz mein sukoon hai."
Soon, their conversation faded into the soft rhythm of their breaths as they drifted off to sleep, holding onto each other and finding peace in the warmth of their connection.
