Zara Zara Mehekta hai..

Aaj toh mera tan badan, mein pyasi hun ;)

Sharjeena sat on the edge of the bed, watching the clock tick away on Saturday night. She couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that had settled over her like a heavy blanket. Mustafa had become increasingly absorbed in his work, equating every moment of joy with productivity and profit. She missed the fun-loving guy who would spontaneously whisk her away on adventures or surprise her with little gestures. The laughter that once filled their home felt distant, and she worried that his obsession with success was overshadowing their happiness. Tonight, she was determined to bring some joy back into their lives.

Earlier that day, while shopping with her mom, she had spotted a stunning piece of lingerie. It had caught her eye on impulse—a soft lavender set that she knew would make her feel beautiful. Though she had been saving for their anniversary, she realized that tonight was the moment to bring some joy back into their lives. She wanted to wear it now, hoping it would take Mustafa's mind off work.

Sharjeena stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, her heart racing as she slipped out of her clothes. The soft lavender lingerie she had purchased earlier that day shimmered under the soft bedroom light. Her hands were slightly shaky as she adjusted the straps, the delicate fabric feeling both foreign and intimate against her skin.

She glanced at her reflection, biting her lip nervously. *Kahan Beyonce, kahan mein*, the thought echoed in her mind. She wasn't curvy, she knew that. Her frame was more slender, and the insecurity started creeping in. She felt Mustafa admired women with their hourglass figures and confidence, and here she was—trying to muster the same boldness, but feeling unsure.

*Will he even find me attractive like this?* she wondered. Her excitement from earlier now mixed with anxiety. She wrapped her arms around herself, a self-conscious gesture as her eyes lingered on her reflection once more.

She couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that washed over her. Although Mustafa had seen her naked countless times, the intricate lace and soft fabric made her acutely aware of every inch of her body. It felt like a new layer of intimacy, exposing not just her skin but her insecurities, leaving her both excited and shy.

*Maybe this was a bad idea*, she thought, her cheeks heating up. She reached for her towel, wrapping it tightly around her body, hiding the lavender set beneath. * Mein bahar toh nehi ja sakti iss mein .* 

Taking a deep breath, she finally stepped out of the bedroom, the plush towel giving her a sense of security. Her heart was pounding, her stomach in knots as she made her way toward Mustafa, unsure of how he would react.

Sharjeena stepped into the doorway, hoping the sight of her would grab his attention. Her hands tightened around the towel, feeling the soft lavender lace brushing against her skin underneath. She tried to strike a sexy pose, leaning slightly against the doorframe, but her nerves were making her fidget.

Mustafa sat at his desk, completely absorbed in his work, headset on, tapping away furiously at the keyboard. The faint sound of a rap song pulsed through the air, and he was so engrossed that he didn't even glance in her direction.

She cleared her throat softly, waiting for him to turn. Nothing.

She sighed, louder this time, shifting her weight as the towel threatened to slip. Still, no reaction.

Sharjeena's frustration started bubbling up. *Yaar, Mustafa ek baar dekh hi lo tum!* She felt silly, even more nervous now than before.

She shuffled her feet, hoping the noise would catch his attention. But Mustafa didn't flinch, completely immersed in the rap beats and his screen, oblivious to her presence.

"Uff!" she muttered under her breath, biting her lip in frustration. *Main kya karun?* she thought, her excitement from earlier now turning into impatience.