Musarat-e-Kamil مسرت کامل

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Musarat-e-kamil. Eternal bliss, is what his life has turned out to be.
He laughed more often. He lived fully. He loved wholeheartedly. He appreciated all the small things even better.

And all this was possible because of a little Hoor in his life. A few years ago, he was against the very idea of matrimony. Infact, he even said yes to Eshal only because he wanted to get this over with. To get his Mama off his back regarding the same.

And now,he didn't even remember why he was so repulsed by the thought of sharing his life with someone.

Maybe because he was scared. Never one to openly discuss his emotional distress over a cup of tea, he was insecure alright. Scared of being ridiculed and mocked for expressing his feelings he never indulged in the idea of inappropriate disclosure.
This was also the reason why he never gave out unsolicited advice or unwarranted opinions. He only parted with his wisdom if asked exclusively for it.

This was the old him. Not much has transformed in him. He hasn't turned  into a mushy, over divulgent love guru.
Nor has he become a preacher of matrimony.
He believes he lucked out and that everyone has a right to their own opinion. They may choose to marry or not. But he's glad he did. He chose a happy life the minute he said Qubool hai. Alhamdulillah for his mother and her insistence. What would he do without her!

The ladies of his life were right now engrossed in a very serious discussion. The economy hadn't crashed nor the country was in a state of political emergency.
The reason for their outrage much to his mortification, was the neighborhood girl.

The girl who had just touched base. The girl who returned with a foreign degree. The girl who according to his wife had designs on him. The girl who according to his mother was trying to trap her baby boy Hadi. And the girl who according to his sister was trying to snatch her friends.

All this and he had yet to see this supposed fiend. He laughed inwardly. His wife's imagination has finally embodied into a real life vamp.
He wasn't undermining her intellectual abilities or dismissing her concerns as being hormonal or simply because of her being heavily pregnant but it was hard to take her into solemn deliberation.
Especially now when she has included his mother and sister in this conspiracy.

For crying out loud, he's happily married to her and seeks no thrill outside of their marriage.
His brother is too focused on his career to be deterred by a mere female who is a non mahram. They were a far cry from being rakes. Some faith she has on the males of this house!
Also the both of them had not had a single encounter with this so called community seductress who had apparently set out to beguile all the males in her vicinity.

Having enough of their idle chat, he called upon his wife and asked her to accompany him to their room. He made up an excuse of a headache and much needed reprieve.

His wife, the mother hen that she is, started fussing over him. He felt guilty for flustering her like that but he too craved his wife's attention. Heck even the neighborhood vamp got more footage today than him. It was after dinner as it is and they were just enjoying their coffee and Eshal her peppermint tea. The smell of tea makes her heady and caffeine was not good for the baby.

Taking that as cue, everybody said their good nights and retired for the day. Having a clear coast and not seeing any of his family members around, Hammad picked up his wife in his arms and carried her upstairs. She surprisingly didn't protest. Guess she too was tired after running her mouth non-stop.

She was almost in a deep slumber as he was placing her on the bed when she jolted awake.
"Oh put me down, I'll get you a tablet for the headache. Or do you need a massage?" She was gravely concerned and it showed on her ever expressive face. He felt bad for troubling her with his lies. He pacified her saying that it was just mild and just in case it gets worse, he'll take it himself. She was still not convinced but being helpless in front of the onslaught of sleep, she gave up.

He settled down beside her and just admired her form. She'd filled out in all the right places. Her face has this unexplainable glow, a noor. His baby snuggled just below her heart, cocooned in the warmth of their mother's love and protection. Her hair had gotten lustrous and she grew even more beautiful if that's possible. Or maybe he loved her too much to find fault in her. His love struck mind magnified even the smallest of her attributes and she was a hoor from jannah.

He started reciting some aayats and blew them over her and their baby. He kissed her forehead and then her belly multiple times. It was just so overwhelming for him. Is it fair that he feel so happy and content? But who is he to question Allah and his workings. A mere mortal. All he can do is try and make sure that they strive to be better parents to their little love. "Allah, these two are my absolute everything. There's no me without them. Please keep them safe always. Mai rahu ya na rahu, Aap hamesha in par apni reham banaye rakhna. Meri jaan aur iss jigar ke tukre ki hamesha hifaazat karna."

A few tear drops rolled down from his eyes and onto Eshal's belly. Almost as if on reflex, she brought him close to her heart and embraced him tenderly. Even in sleep she recognized his anguish. He kissed his baby one more time before setting in his wife's arms and leaving all the uncertainty to Allah. Verily HE knows everything and is the best planners. Tawakkul.