MUSJEENA SNIPPETS

3: Episode 21.5

As the morning ray of sunshine hit the window pane. Mustafa moved his hand around their so called bed aka a stuffy foam block to grab onto something to cover his face. Pulling up the pillow over his head, he tried blocking the nuisance only for it to be grabbed back by his wife.

" Mustafa utho. Mujhe office bhi Jana hai. Gate band karlo." it was her hundredth futile attempt.
" Yaar sone do na. Tumhare andar hogi himmat, ki kal itna kaam karne ke baad aaj office chal di. Main chutti par hoon" he groaned in annoyance still tired from all the cleaning and sweeping they did the past two days.

" Han toh so Jana na tum par mujhe toh jaana hai. Chalo shabbash utho." She pulled on his arm as a sleepy Murtaza dragged himself behind her.
" Aankhein kholo aur sahi se darwaza band karo. Yahan ke logon ka koi bharosa nahin hai mujhe" she walked out the door and Mustafa leaned over it.
" Toh hamare paas kaunsa keemti samaan hai iss mahal main." He replied gaining a grin from his wife as she waved him goodbye.

A few hours later as he sat awake on his bed after a good enough sleep. Mustafa held onto his phone to call up Sharjeena but decided against disturbing her as he made his way to the bathroom where he found the t shirt she wore last night. His t shirt. She's been doing that alot since the last 3 days they've been here and he wasn't complaining. He loved how they now smell of her, a warm hug wrapped inside a piece of cloth. Getting freshened up, he made his way to the kitchen to survive out of his hunger when his gaze fell onto the now organized place, also containing his breakfast and lunch.

" Iss ladki yeh subah uthkar yeh kaam bhi karliya. Yeh insaan hai ya jinn" he thought to himself as he tore a piece of parantha and put it in his mouth.
" Pata nahin pichle janam main aisa kya kiya tha jo mujh jaise nikamme ko Sharjeena mil gayi" he'd had this thought for a while now, grown double the size when she walked out of the house in support of him and an idea clicked in his mind.

Hours later, he had it. The recipe he'd be cooking tonight for her and the ingredients in a bag almost slipping out of his hands. He was completely motivated to make the best dinner for his best wife.

15 minutes later, he'd given up. As he knocked on the adjacent door. A lady opened up with his kid peeking out from behind as she asked " ji kahiye?"
" Ji isme se badi elaichi aur chhoti elaichi kaunsi hai?" Came his counter question, puzzling the lady.
" Jii??"
" Dekhiye please bata dijiye warna Sara khana jal jayega" he was already jumping on his foot in a hurry as the lady answered.
A minute later there was another knock.
" Apke paas woh patta hoga?"
Another knock
" Aata main namak kaun daalta hai?"
Knock
" Yeh aapko gravy ka color theek lag raha hai kya?"
And this time he had the door slammed into his face.
" Badi ajeeb aurat hai. Waise toh subah gali main itni baatein kar Rahi thi aur zara ki madad kya mangli darwaza hi de mara" he mumbled to himself making his way back to his apartment.

Sharjeena hadn't realized until now that living in a consized space would have her walk lanes because the driver refused to drop her inside.
She was tired, that was an understatement, she felt dead even though she was alive and walking. Yes a dead girl walking as she knocked on her door. A few minutes more, a dinner later and she'll have herself to the bed.

" Yeh Mustafa darwaza kyun nahin khol raha hai" she banged hard but got no reply.
" Mustafaa" she called out from the opened window and saw him sleeping on the floor with his head on the wall.
" Ya allah yeh, jab gayi thi tab bhi so Raha tha aur ab bhi" she hit her head on the bars in annoyance calling out his name.
When that didn't work, she threw a pen through the window that luckily hit him right in the head
" Aah. Kya hai? Kya hai?" He screamed getting up as he looked around and found his wife hanging by the bars.
" Kya so rhe ho? Utho aur darwaza kholo" she screamed at him as he rushed to open the door for her
" Sorry. Sorry woh aakh lag gayi thi." He moved her in locking the door behind.
" Ek toh yeh stairs, jaan nikaal di meri aaj. Upar se late ho gaya woh alag. Tumhe bhookh lagi hogi na. Main fatafat khana bana deti hoon" she went on and on.

Not giving Mustafa any chance to speak as she walked around the house and now inside the kitchen.
" Kya banaun batao-" before she could finish that sentence , he gaze fell onto the widespread of food on the kitchen counter as she blinked through the surprise.
" Sab bann chuka hai" came his voice behind her
" Kisne kiya yeh?" She asked
" Obviously maine yaar Sharjeena. Koi jinn thori ayega" he had a wide smile on his face, the widest she's seen in days.

" Tum thak gayi hogi, aao jaldi kha lete hai. Mujhe toh bahut bhookh-" scrap, the light went off, " yaar yeh light ko bhi abhi Jana tha, maine itni mehnat Kari thi. Ab andhere main khana kaise khayenge" came his annoyed voice as he turned around to face her but was met with a glow of light on her face as she stood with a glowing candle.
" Ab itni mehnat Kari hai toh candle light dinner toh banta hai" she had a smile on her face as she looked at the man who had once got cold biryani for her on the first night after their wedding as he stood with a grin on his face, happy to have cooked for her.