kabhi main kabhi tum [one shots]

missing scene: episode 21

Summary: A missing scene from episode 21, of when Sharjeena and Mustafa arrive to the hotel to spend the night in.

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Sharjeena stares at the two beds—if they can even be called that—for a couple seconds, hands on her hips as her gaze drifts to the side table that separates the beds. Glancing towards the closed room door, she can faintly hear Mustafa on the other side on the phone, not having gone too far away from the room so he is still near her. When she looks back at the bedside table, her eyes narrow, chin dipping as she looks at the legs of the table while approaching it.

Gripping the edge, she gives it an experimental tug, satisfied when it slides towards her, scraping against the floor. Leaning over the table to make sure there are no wires connected to it or anything, Sharjeena begins to pull it the rest of the way, down the space between the two beds. Just when she's pushing it up against the opposite wall, the door opens and Mustafa walks in, immediately raising his eyebrows as he pockets his phone.

"Kya kar rahi ho?" he asks, shutting the door behind him and locking it securely.

Sharjeena straightens, throwing him an unabashed look. "Saath push karo," she instructs him, gesturing to the two twin beds.

Despite the weight of tonight on his shoulders, the corner of Mustafa's mouth curls up in an amused smile. "Aur jab wo chaadarein leikar aye ga aur bistar ko ek saath dhek liya, toh?"

She rolls her eyes with a wrinkle of her nose. "They're already thinking whatever they're thinking," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand, though the thought of anyone beyond the door of their room thinking of her and her husband doing anything disturbs her. "Kuch galat toh nahi samajh rahe, hain na?" she adds, throwing Mustafa's earlier words back.

He lets out a quiet chuckle before giving a conceding nod. Bending, he pushes the bed more towards the middle, and when Sharjeena goes to do the same for the other, he puts his hand up to stop her, walking over to do it himself while she watches with a fond smile. He doesn't tease her further for wanting the beds together; they've already spent so much of the beginning of their marriage sleeping separately. Now that she has had a taste of sharing a bed with him, feeling the comfort of his warmth, Sharjeena doesn't want to be away from it if she can help it.

The small bathroom is as dingy as the room, but Sharjeena makes quick work of using the toilet and washing her face, using her dupatta to dry herself off as she gazes at her reflection in the dirty, spotted mirror. A multitude of emotions war inside of her; the uncertainty of the future now that they're out of the house, with a mixture of relief that comes with being away from Rubab, Adeel, and Ammi. But the most prominent of all is her worry for Mustafa, for the torrent of thoughts and emotions that are no doubt brewing a storm inside of him.

Some of those emotions had already come to a head when he got into that fight earlier tonight, a volatile mix of getting his frustration out as well as defending Sharjeena's honor. And she knows that he hates that she's with him right now and not in the safe walls of her parents' house, but Sharjeena is not budging on that front. If there's one thing she knows, it's that she's sticking to his side. God knows she wouldn't be able to sleep through the night, not knowing how he is. His family has abandoned him—she won't.

By the time she exits the bathroom, she catches Mustafa placing new sheets on the beds, a far away look in his eyes as he finishes up. When he's done, Sharjeena says, "Moun dholo. Let's get ready for bed. Lamba din tha aaj."

Mustafa meets her gaze briefly before giving a nod, moving past her to head to the bathroom. Sharjeena eyes the bed for a moment before deciding the sheets they were given look clean enough and sits down—not that they have much of a choice. Slipping her sandals off, she sits on the bed, cross legged, gaze absently wandering around the room. Beyond the door and window, she can faintly hear the quiet sound of people talking, smelling the lingering scent of tobacco in the air.