She fell in love. She couldn't be with him. She married someone else. She fell in love again. Then she fell apart.
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Iraj Kazmi knows only one thing, that she's always right. Then life proves her wrong...
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Crack!
The glass box fell from Iraj's hands and landed on the floor shattering into tiny pieces. It was Azfar's most significant stature of his study, where he wouldn't allow anything to be moved even an inch from its place.
She stood looking at the floor where the remnants of the very untouchable object lied. A surge of fear passed through her, though she had never been scared of anything, especially her husband. She had purposefully taken the thing in her hands to shift it to a different position in his study to annoy her husband but it had taken a very unfortunate turn.
"Iraj?" Azfar had walked into the room hearing the loud sound. "What are you doing inside here?"
She knew he hated his things being touched or moved around and she was told many times not to go loitering around his study by him very clearly as he was extremely finicky about anything that wasn't kept in order. Plus his study was completely off limits but it never stopped Iraj from doing things to irk him.
"Nothing." She smiled confidently as the remains of the glass box were being examined by only Azfar's sight.
"I wish it was nothing." He exhaled out of tiredness shaking his head lightly.
"It's just glass Azfar. Are you going to be sentimental over this?" She commented with a laugh.
He sighed and stared at her, "Go and check your plants. The roses are wilting."
Her eyes widened and she sprinted out of the room towards the greenhouse, where her plants were. Her most treasured belongings.
"Azfar! You scared me for nothing, my roses are fine." She pouted coming back inside the house as Azfar moved from the lounge to the kitchen to start cooking the lunch.
"Must've been a glitch of my eyes then." He did remember the roses losing their color.
"They are fine." Iraj restated with much more assurance. "Do you want me to clean the glass pieces?"
"No." He said with much firmness, "Don't go there now. I'll clear the floor, myself." He passed a look of indignation.
"Fine, I'm hungry anyways and have to start preparing my lunch." She pushed her sleeves back and hopped inside the kitchen where he was continuing his work.
They both always cooked their own meals separately for themselves. At times they would end up bump into each other's faces while doing so and then blurt out sarcastic comments, but that didn't make them reach a point to ever settle with compromise.
Most of it was because Iraj was always careless about keeping her vision clear while moving and doing anything she ever did. As extreme her carelessness was, Azfar's cautiousness and very sequential personality was always there to point out how much she irritated him.
"Agh! Iraj!" Azfar exclaimed when Iraj's head and shoulder locked with his chest as she had turned without sensing him walking across the kitchen behind her, "Why can't you ever first wait and see where you're going! Insaan sukoon aur tameez se bhi chal phir sakta hai."
