Punishment is necessary?

Meaning of the quotes in picture☝️:

Everyone is cherished by their parents,

It is matter of luck to be cherished by your spouse....

Third person's POV :-

"Bu-but I..never cooked mutton before, I never even ate it!" Shahnoor said looking at Shahzaib with wide eyes.

"It doesn't matter baccha, now you have to do everything that you haven't done yet. You needed to be my good wife na~" Shahzaib said in a sarcastic tone while cupping Shahnoor's face.

"Shahzaib beta, please don't do this. She'll ruin all this mutton." Mrs. Jameela said, worrying about her favorite mutton.

"Don't worry aunty, I know my wife very well knew that if she will ruin it than she have to face the consequences. Right baccha?" Shahzaib said, looking in shahnoor's scared eyes.

"Pl-please, do-don't do this.. I.. I really don't know ho-how to cook it." Shahnoor said with pleading eyes.

"Shahzaib, you lost your mind! How will she be able to cook 9kgs of mutton all alone?" Mr. Raees said with disappointment.

"She will have to cook it uncle! Please you stay away from our matters." Shahzaib said, trying to be polite as much as possible.

"Go to room, I am coming." Shahzaib said looking at shahnoor, who continuously kept crying.

Shahnoor knew that there's no point of talking to him right now, so she silently walked away. Coming into her room, she removed her abaya and sat on the bed. After some 10 minutes, Shahzaib came in the room and directly walked towards her.

"Here." Shahzaib said removing an iPhone the latest version, covering with a matte black finish case.

Shahnoor look at it through her blurry vision than look at him. Shahzaib sighed and took a hold of her hand than kept the phone on it.

"Its for you baccha, do not lose it. I have saved my number and some other important numbers in it. Note the important thing that whenever I call, you need to answer it. Got it?" Shahzaib asked, showing his index finger as if he is talking to a small kid.

"Bu-but this is re-really expensive, you can gi-give me my old phone from my house." shahnoor said.

"First of all stop crying baccha," Shahzaib said, getting closer to her as he cupped her small face into his warm large hands.

"And yes it is expensive, so you have to take care of it. Alhamdulillah I may have wealth with Allah's mercy but you know na, Allah doesn't like the one who wastes money. But this morning, when I saw this phone, I had this feeling to buy it for you. As your husband, I needed to make you feel happy as well." Shahzaib said with a light smile and deep piercing gaze, making her cheeks heat up with such gesture of his.

"I..don't need it, why did you waste your money?" Shahnoor said, feeling all that butterflies in her stomach as Shahzaib kept coming closer.

Her small frame is glued with his tall masculine one, making her internals swirl in odd sensation. He is holding her face with both of his hands, pulling her closer as she stood on her tiptoes while clutching the phone in her hand.

"I work for you, I earn for you as that means if I spent my money on you than it is no waste. My everything is for you, you are my wife, my responsibility. Now don't ask much questions cause you have to do a lot of work, wash your face and go to the kitchen." Shahzaib said while planting a butterfly kiss on Shahnoor's nose.

"Do.. I.. Really have to cook it all by myself?" Shahnoor asked with a hint of uneasiness.

"Yes baccha, you have to prove me that you are capable of being my wife. There will be total 30 to 35 guests plus we need to send some food to the orphanage and the mosque." Shahzaib said.

Shahnoor couldn't understand why Shahzaib is behaving like this with her. There was a time when she thought of her own family with her husband, apart from her imagination now she thinks that it was all were only an imagination.

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"Now what?" Shahnoor asked putting the lid on the huge deep pan.

"Now let it cook for sometime till than start making rotis." Mrs. Rukhsar said while taking seat on the sofa.

"Ammi, How will I be able to make so many rotis?" Shahnoor asked, sitting in front of the huge paraat (Round large plate) containing wheat flour.

"Meri bacchi (my daughter), first tell me why did Shahzaib made you do all this thing? Where are you? Are you even okay?" Mrs. Rukhsar bombarded her concerning questions on shahnoor.

"I am okay ammu~ Now just keep guiding me." Shahnoor said as she started making dough of the flour

"Okay okay, I will guide you but I am really worried about you my bacchi please do call me again when you are free, hmm?" Mrs. Rukhsar said with hint of concern.

"Don't worry ammi, I am ok. you just keep on telling me what I need to do next?" Shahnoor said with the hint of nervousness while making the dough with her tired little hands.

"Just keep on asking help from Allah my bacchi Allah will surely help you."

Mrs. Rukhsar said.

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"Ya Allah, please meri madad kardo..bas yeh khaane me acha ho~ (Please help me..hope it will be good in taste~)" Shahnoor kept on saying the same dialogues like a mantra it is with sweat forming on her tired body as she gave final touch to the dishes she made.

"The guests already arrived Shahnoor did yo-" Firoz came in but halted at his track as his eyes caught the sight of the beautiful dishes in front marble table.

There's a deep pan in which the mutton korma is placed garnished like a professional MasterChef does with beautifully aroma covering the whole kitchen and the smell of freshly cooked rice.

"How's..is it?" Shahnoor asked in a low timid voice.

"You sure you don't know how to cook? Or were you lying all the time?" Firoz asked Shahnoor with a smirk as he walked towards the table.

"I..took help of..ammi.." Shahnoor said biting her lips nervously.

"What?! Did bhai know about this?" Firoz asked, shahnoor shake her head in negative.

"No, he doesn't. He gave me this phone, I called ammi and she guided me. Please don't tell him." Shahnoor said in a pleading tone as her heart felt the fear of facing shahzaib's wrath.

"Don't worry shahno, I am on your side." Firoz said along with a wink, making shahnoor smile but in a tired form.

"But shahno.." Firoz started looking at the table.

"Hmm..?" Shahnoor hummed looking at him.

"Didn't you make rotis and dessert? I mean bhai told you to make them right?" Firoz asked, Shahnoor nodded.

Shahnoor walked towards the huge wall attached refrigerator and opened it. Taking out huge silver plate in which there were some pots kept filled with rich sheer-khurma, she walk forward and kept it on the table.

"WOAH!!! Like..are you serious...?!" Firoz said with a surprised yet happy face.

"Why? Did I did something wrong?" Shahnoor asked getting worried.

"No no dumbo, you are..just amazing..I and raees uncle were so worried about you that how will you do all this but no you have the will power. And guess what?" Firoz said with a quick tone, snapping his finger in front of shahnoor as she raised her eyebrows asking him to continue.

"You are the perfect match for shahzaib bhai. You both takes challenges and win them atlast, coolest couple." Firoz said grinning as he made shahnoor smile shyly.

"Now now! Should I taste it for you Madam? Like mujhse toh ruka nahi jaa raha (Like I can't wait anymore)" Firoz said looking at the dishes while putting his right hand on his stomach.

Shahnoor laughed at his overacting, which actually she haven't did since days.

"I'll serve you in a plate, wait." She said as she started serving a little amount of every dish in a white heavy plate.

"Only this much!" Firoz whined like a baby.

"You said you will taste them for me, so this much will be enough. Than you can eat with the guests afterwards." Shahnoor said, trying to control her smile.

"Here, taste it." She continued placing the plate in front of Firoz as he took a seat on the stool.

"Roti?" Firoz asked.

"I'll bring it." Shahnoor said as she walk near the stove where the freshly hot rotis were kept.

"Ummmmm...GOD!" Firoz moaned in high tone.

"What happened?!" Shahnoor came near him with a worried face.

"It's..it's supperb! Shahno, I am telling you bhai gonna kiss you after eating it!" Firoz said with a huge smile as shahnoor's face turned red.

"Shut up! You scared me!" Shahnoor said hitting Firoz's shoulder.

"Ok ok, I am sorry~ here, you taste it too." Firoz said, giving her a spoon of rice and korma mixed.

"No, I don't eat mutton. I don't like it." Shahnoor said.

"But shahno, it's sunnah to eat it." Firoz said.

"I know but I can't, I really don't like it." Shahnoor said while sitting on the stool next to firoz.

"Ok whatever, now give me the kheerr~" Firoz chirped with happiness.

"Ok~" Shahnoor said as she filled a small bowl of sheer-khurma for him.

"Here, you can eat this na?" Firoz said as he offered shahnoor a spoon of sheer-khurma.

"Ofcourse, it's my favorite." Shahnoor said with a smile as she accept it.

"Is it tasty?" Firoz asked, shahnoor nodded with a smile.

"Now you give me too." Firoz said like a kid.

Shahnoor smiled while shaking her head, she than filled a spoon of sheer-khurma and forwarded it towards Firoz. Firoz gladly accepted it looking at shahnoor.

"Baccha did you fi-" Shahzaib came in suddenly but is shocked to see Firoz and shahnoor in such form.

Shahnoor and Firoz both looked towards him, as where firoz smile looking at him, shahnoor felt nothing but feared to be near him. Shahzaib fisted his hand behind his back, as he walked towards the afraid girl with tightened jaw. Shahnoor kept looking down as her heart beats fasten.

"Bhai-"

"Shut up!" Shahzaib cut Firoz with low warning tone.

Firoz's smile faded as he look down, than shahzaib looked towards shahnoor.

"Why isn't your dupatta on your head?" Shahzaib asked drilling his blue orbs on the girl.

Shahnoor got self conscious, quickly with shaking hands she covered her head with the dupatta. Shahzaib clutched onto shahnoor's shoulder as he pulled her towards him.

"If I don't say you anything that doesn't mean you can ho around freely chattering to other men, even he is my brother.." Shahzaib said tightening his hold.

"Bhai, you are mistakin-"

"I am not! And you stay out of this, I am talking to my wife." Shahzaib said while looking at Firoz with murderous look.

Firoz's eyes shriveled at this as he look down than walked out of the kitchen. Shahnoor felt bad for Firoz but more feared for herself as she didn't dare to look up. Shahzaib sighed taking a seat on the stool, his eyes roamed over shahnoor's figure.

Her dress is all messed up with spices and flour, sweat covering her forehead and neck and her chubby cheeks were all red. Shahzaib didn't knew what he exactly wanted to do with the girl infront of him.

Shahzaib's hand slides down of Shahnoor's shoulder, holding her hand for a moment than leaving it and sliding over her back. Sending chills down her spine as she straighten her back and caughting her breath.

"You...What should I do with you?" Shahzaib said being unaware of his words.

"I.. I am.. sorry." Shahnoor whispered.

"Come here~" Shahzaib said pulling her slightly closer.

Shahzaib slowly wrapped his left hand around her waist and put his right one on her head, placing it on his chest. He rested his chin on her head while closing his eyes, with slow and soft fingers he stroke her hair. This gesture first quickened shahnoor's heartbeat but than she felt relaxed as she closed her eyes and nuzzled her face in his chest.

"Hope you cooked everything well, I'll give a reward for it." Shahzaib said, still with close eyes.

"Hmm." Shahnoor hummed in response.

After sometime of relaxation, shahzaib broke the hug and look at shahnoor.

"I have a good reward for you.." Shahzaib said with a knowing look.

Shahnoor got confused with his words and more of his expression. She felt like there's something more which is waiting for her.

"What it is?" She asked looking at him with blurry vision.

"It's..."