شرر Sharar

Twelve

Half moon peeking through grey clouds. But, the night completely belongs to the stars which were twinkling in sky,

Moon would every there hide it self behind clouds, while stars were lighting up the environment, it was the month of September where nights were usually chilly and relaxing

"Pehli baar kisi chuhiya ko billi khelate hue dekh raha Hoon." Ayat was busy playing with cat when a voice came from behind

(First time I'm seeing a mouse playing with cat.)

Ayat quickly got up and turned behind her, in front of her was the person whom she doesn't wanted to come face to face right now, but her luck, he came in front of her eyes

Before Ayat or Hanan could say anything, the cat mewod and jumped off from Ayat's arm, running away from there

"Yeh aap.... har jagah betal ki tarah kyu akey baith jate Hain humare kandhe pe?" When the cat was out of Ayat's sight, Ayat turned to look at Hanan and asked

(Why do you.... You have become betal to my Vikram, whenever I goes you always follow me there.)

"Khush fehmi Hai tumhari ki tumhare piche ajata Hoon." Hanan took one step closer to her and said

(It's your misconception that I'm following you.)

"Aur waise bhi... Mera Ghar Hai jaha marzi hogi jaunga." Ayat rolled her eyes at him and took steps to leave, but Hanan stepped in front of her

(It's my house... I can roam wherever I want to.)

"Raste se hatiye." Ayat glare at him

(Get out of my way.)

"Mann nahi Hai." Hanan smiled at her

(I don't want to.)

"Hanan, apni hadd mein rahiye." Her loud voice made Hanan close his eyes

(Stay in your limits.)

Both were still standing in front of each other, face to face. If Ayat wanted, she would have left from side, but she didn't left

"Yaar, tum..... Tum normal volume mein baat nahi Kar sakti? chillana zaroori hota Hai? Aur rahi baat hadd ki toh tum tameez mein raho. Hone Wala shohar Hoon mein tumhara." First Hanan was whining, but the thought of him being her husband made him happy, as a smile formed on his face

(Can't you... Can't you speak in normal volume? And talk to to ke with respect, I'm your would be husband.)

"Kya? Kya kaha apne? Shohar?" Ayat confusingly looked at him, then burst into laughter

(What? What did you just said? Husband?)

"Shohar aur aap?" Holding her stomach because it was hurting because of her unbreakable laugh, Ayat asked

(Husband and you?)

"Aisa konsa lateefa suna Diya jo daat faad ke has rahi ho?" Getting offended by her laughter, Hanan asked

(Why are you laughing like maniac like I have cracked a joke.)

"Yeh joke nahi toh kya Hai? Apko apna shohar banane se achha hai hum... Hum kuwe mein kood Jaye." Ayat stopped her laughing session, putting her hair behind her ear, Ayat said

(You and my husband is kind of joke to me,... I would prefer.. dying than marrying you.)

"Waise manna padega, Ayat. Na shakal, na Surat phir bhi itna attitude lati kaha se ho?" Hanan's ego would never let him live in peace