Kabhi Main Kabhi Tum Oneshots

Tumhara Khayaal Rakhna

QUICK NOTE, I GOT AN OFF FROM SCHOOL TODAY CAUSE UNFORTUNATELY IM CURRENTLY GOING THROUGH AN WEEK OF BLEEDING AND CRAMPS, AND THATS WHAT INSPIRED ME TO MAKE THIS ONE-SHOT, AND SINCE IM OFF FROM SCHOOL, YOU GUYS WILL BE GETTING ATLEAST ONE OR TWO MORE ONESHOTS AFTER THIS ONE SINCE I HAVE AN LOT OF TIME ON MY HANDS, NOW HAPPY READING! <3

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It was late in the evening, and Sharjeena lay curled up on the bed, clutching a pillow to her stomach. The familiar cramps had set in, making her shift uncomfortably beneath the sheets. She'd had a long day at work, and the last thing she wanted was to deal with her period right now. She sighed, closing her eyes and willing the pain to subside, but it only seemed to intensify.

"Mustafa!" she called out from the bedroom, her voice a little strained.

Mustafa, who had been lounging on the sofa with his laptop, instantly perked up. He appeared in the doorway a few seconds later, eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Haan, Meri Jaan? Sab theek hai?" (Yes, My love? Is everything okay?)

She groaned softly, clutching her stomach. "Nahi... period pain ho raha hai. Tum mere liye kuch dard ki dawa le aaoge?" (No... I'm having period cramps. Can you get me some painkillers?)

Mustafa's face immediately softened as he walked over to her, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Arrey, bilkul. Tum kuch aur chahiye toh batao." (Of course. Let me know if you need anything else.)

Sharjeena gave him a small smile, though the discomfort was still clear in her eyes. "Haan, pads bhi le aana, please. Aur... agar tumhein zyada pareshaan nahi karta toh... thoda chocolate bhi le aana?" she added with a playful glint in her eye. (Yeah, and please get some pads too. And... if it's not too much trouble... can you get me some chocolate?)

Mustafa chuckled, as he brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. "Chocolate bhi? Tumhein maaloom hai tum kuch bhi maango, main laake doonga." (Chocolate too? You know you can ask for anything, and I'll bring it.)

Sharjeena gave a weak laugh. "Tum kitne sweet ho... literally." (You're so sweet... literally.)

With a soft smile, Mustafa kissed her forehead and nose gently. "Tum rest karo, main abhi aata hoon." (You rest, I'll be back soon.)

He quickly grabbed his keys and headed out the door, determined to bring back everything she needed—and a little extra.

About twenty and an half minutes later, Sharjeena heard the front door creak open. She peeked out from under the covers as Mustafa came back into the room, carrying an bag

"Sharjeena, dekho, tumhari dard door karne ke liye sab kuch le aaya hoon," he announced, his voice lighthearted. (Sharjeena, look, I brought everything to make your pain go away.)

Sharjeena sat up slowly, brushing the loose strands of hair away from her face. Mustafa came over and handed her the bag. Inside were painkillers, the pads she had asked for, and—and what an surprise,—there were not one, but two large packs of her favorite chocolates.

Her eyes widened in surprise, "Mustafa! Tum toh sach mein chocolate le aaye? Aur do packs?!" (Mustafa! You actually brought chocolate? And two packs?!)

Mustafa grinned, pleased with himself. "Tumhein pata hai na, mujhe apni biwi ki khushi ki kitni fikr hoti hai. Ek pack kaise la sakta tha?" (You know I care a lot about my wife's happiness. How could I bring just one pack?)

Sharjeena smiled up at him, her heart swelling with affection. "Tum sach mein best ho." (You're seriously the best.)

Mustafa sat down beside her, gently brushing her hair back from her face. "Main tumhare liye sab kuch karna chahta hoon. Tumhari muskurahat sabse zaroori hai." (I want to do everything for you. Your smile is the most important thing.)

Sharjeena opened one of the chocolate packs and popped a piece into her mouth, savoring the sweet taste. Despite the pain, the chocolate and Mustafa's presence made her feel a little better.

After a few minutes, Mustafa leaned back against the headboard and motioned for her to come closer. "Aao, yahan aake araam karo." (Come, rest here.)

Sharjeena smiled and scooted over, resting her head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. The warmth of his embrace was comforting, and she let out a small sigh of contentment.

They lay there in peaceful silence for a while, the rhythmic rise and fall of Mustafa's breathing calming her. He stroked her hair gently, and she felt the tension in her body slowly start to ease.

"Shukriya, Mustafa," she murmured, her voice soft against his chest. (Thank you, Mustafa.)

"Ismein shukriya ki kya baat hai? Main toh hamesha tumhare liye yeh sab karne ko tayar hoon," he replied, kissing the top of her head. (Why are you thanking me? I'm always ready to do these things for you.)

Sharjeena smiled, feeling incredibly lucky in that moment. She had married him in a whirlwind of unexpected circumstances, but Mustafa had turned out to be everything she didn't know she needed. His laid-back attitude, his gentle care, and his ability to make her laugh even when she was feeling her worst—it was all more than she could have ever asked for.

"Tum sach mein meri duniya ho, Mustafa," she whispered, snuggling closer to him. (You really are my world, Mustafa.)

Mustafa chuckled softly, tightening his hold on her. "Aur tum meri ho." (And you're mine.)

As they lay there, wrapped up in each other's arms, the noisy world outside their flat faded into the background. The flat was small, and their life together wasn't perfect, but moments like this—when the love between them was all that mattered—made it feel like they had everything they could ever need.