Paasban

Chapter 13

If it's meant to be, it'll be ❤️

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Musa's POV:

Since the moment of our nikkah, I hadn't been able to be alone with her. Not even for a second. It was driving me crazy.

"Bohat shukria," I said, forcing a smile as another guest approached us on the stage to congratulate us. My voice barely contained the frustration simmering beneath my polite exterior.

(Thank you)

Every few minutes, someone else would come up, offering well-wishes, hugs, and endless small talk. All I wanted was a moment alone with Zyra, just a single second where I could finally speak to her without an audience.

I stole a glance at her. She looked stunning, her cheeks flushed from the attention, her eyes still slightly puffy from earlier tears. She met my gaze for a second and smiled softly, and my heart skipped a beat. But before I could say anything, another guest came up, blocking my view of her.

I let out a frustrated sigh, adjusting my sherwani and trying to keep my composure. "Just a little longer," I muttered under my breath, stealing another glance at Zyra. She, too, seemed a little overwhelmed by the crowd.

Would this endless stream of people ever stop?

I sighed as I hugged another guest while his wife walked to Zyra.

I sighed as I hugged another guest, his grip tight and lingering longer than necessary, while his wife walked over to greet Zyra. I watched her politely smile and nod, but I could tell she was just as tired as I was.

I made small talk and thank goodness not even a while later the food was being served. A waiter brought me and Zyra some rice and soda. I stared at the food and then at Zyra, who was quietly looking at me.

I smiled softly and glanced around, checking if any guest was trying to approach us. Thankfully, no one. Finally, some peace. I sighed in relief before slipping closer to Zyra and gently grabbing her hand, intertwining our fingers.

"Khana ab ase hi Khana," I said teasingly as I served her some rice. She looked down at her hands and then looked up at me surprised "Kese?"

(Now eat like this) (How?)

I lifted our intertwined hands "You can't eat using this hand, can you?" I grinned, lifting a spoonful of rice and guiding it to her lips. She hesitated, her cheeks turning a soft pink, but then a shy smile appeared as she opened her mouth to accept the bite.

"To or sunaean Mrs Musa Jawad,"I said taking a bite.

"To, aur sunaean Mrs. Musa Jawad," I said, taking a bite myself, my voice playful. (So, what else is new, Mrs. Musa Jawad?)

Zyra’s lips curled into a small smile, but I could see the blush spreading across her face. "Kuch nahi... Ma Kiya bataon?" She asked as she took a sip of water.

(Nothing, what can I tell?)

"Ask me something," I offered as I passed her another spoonful of rice. She took it, her eyes shifting from our intertwined hands to me, curiosity lighting her gaze.

"Why did you marry me?" she asked softly.

I leaned forward with a playful smile, raising an eyebrow. "Why wouldn’t I?"