《Dil-e-Iztiraar》17
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Distance!!
When two hearts are meant for each other no distance is far, no time too long and no other love can break them apart.
Saim was still processing the words said by rameez and rafif.
Later that day saim called them at nearby cafe and asked them what had happened and fixed all the piece of puzzle but what impact saher still have till now was too hard for saim.
Now he understood the reason behind saher's denying to consummate the marriage.
He was regretting to even let that woman enter the house, if she would have not showed her face their night wouldn't be this way.
But what these three didn't know was the trauma that saher went through.
She just hide her fears and desire in her magical smile, that she needs a person to walk through this phase
There were times when saim felt proud of her woman, the way she managed and worked for her survival.
Rafif and rameez where so apologetic that after every word they would apologize for their uncle's doing.
After knowing about saher. Saim went to home to find bebe and furqaan in lounge talking saim tried to escape from the place but bebe was wise to notice him and said that him and furqaan needs to get their mind and ears clean to deal with their biwi. He joined uninterested. Bebe started with her words.
"Listen boys this work had to be done long back but now that it's happening I want you both to listen carefully. First, saim I know your phopho should have not uttered those words but she is also a mother and she lost her cool when she heard about qaan and zaina's nikkah. But you both should watch your language when a woman or your family is standing before you. Saim you should look after your words hmm? And qaan rukhsati is not done just by announcing that zaina is your wife there are some limits and you both had crossed it."by the end bebe was disappointed by her grand kids doing.
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"Our family have some ways to look after their woman and now that am saying do follow it ,ok? " She said adjusting her chasmas.
"Saim, your saher is a broken soul but she still is not afraid of love but living her life alone her own family has abandoned her, qaan zaina is not broken but it's really hard to understand her she have expressive eyes and she knows this so, she always look away and not meet eyes. Your enmity can kill her, getting kidnap and staying somewhere rather than her room getting forced, not attending your lecture in class,had you ever looked her wrist, it would always have bruises ,"UNDERSTAND YOUR WIVES "bebe whisper yelled at them and now saim was alert because bebe is as cool as cucumber and now if she had list her cool it is important.
"You both, tumhari sabse badi ghalti yahi hogi ke tumaheri biwi, jisse tum mohabbat karte ho, wahi tumse baath karne ko sonche. Kya hoga uska sooncha hain?? "She asked calmly.
"Dekho,har din woh kaam karne wali ke saath tumare liye kuch banati hain aur bas ek hi cheez maangegi , woh hoga tumhara dil, tumhari mohabbat, tumhara kaandha jispar woh apna sar rakhe aur sab bhul jaye."
"Aur pata hain adnaan kaise ek acha shohar bana kaise, tumhara dada ne mujhe rakha kaise, tumhare baba ne tumhare ammi ko kaise rakha??"they both frowned at this they had always saw their mother would never asked anything even fariyah was same. Furqaan got interested for his wife can be handfull.
"They would listen to our silence,
They would hear our words when we walk in room silently, they would hear us when we climb on the bed and silently sleep on our place."
"Woman would never say their problem to anyone because they think it would waste your time. Your wife will call you by their silence. If you hear it with your ear you won't be able to listen her but if you listen her silence from your heart you will feel her. "
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"Now, understand your wife try to mend her heart and soul don't force her, give her time love and care. "
"Achaa you can force her to eat or if that is good for her, I have noticed saher eats only five morsels . Zaina toh khana hi khaalein hum pe maherbaani hoti hain"bebe continue lightening the air.
Toh apni biwiyon ko samjho, make them comfortable. Now go and look for your wife. Bebe said and ushered them to their rooms.
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Furqaan got curious to know what zaina think on their marriage after registering bebe's words.
Bruised wrists, not attending the lectures. These words were not leaving his mind did she really is hurt?? Furqaan thought.
With every step he take his heart beat would beat faster, this was the first time furqaan was thinking about zaina in other way. Will I be able to make her comfortable?? Another question raised. By now he was in front of his own room but was debating whether to go in or knock first. After a minute of inner war he knocked on the door.
First knock
No response
Second knock
No response
Third knock
No response
And like this he got frustrated and banged at the door to face an irritated zaina. She gave him a glance and pointed at the bed indicating him to sit on the bed, but he was just lost in the beauty of his wife whose her were covered, face free of any artificial beauty, sitting on praying mat. Oh what a like man I am now.
While furqaan was busy in drinking the the Features of zaina, she was folding the mat and said in mischievous tone
"I know, am gorgeous but it's bad to stare. "
"No doubt "furqaan blurted. Making zaina to chuckle.
"Qaan, wanna have a photo of me?"She asked innocently batting her eyelashes and hands at the back. Coming towards his husband just to embarras him.
Now, furqaan was in his senses and looked away clearing his throat. Was he blushing? Zaina thought looking at his pink ears.
"U want something?" Zaina asked standing in front of him.
Furqaan stared at zaina for moment and said.
"I am thirsty. "
"Have water ,go" she answered in duh tone.
"No ,I am done.let's sleep" furqaan said and walked past zaina and she frowned but kept quiet and walked towards her side on bed and lied there.
When sleep was overtaking her, she felt two hand pulling her to the source and instantly she smiled knowing that they both needed this.
Furqaan, who pulled his wife in a back hug smiled looking at her who too was smiling and he tighten the hold on her waist and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
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