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Aaliya leaned back onto her rocking chair as she sipped her black coffee, with the local daily in the other hand. She was always up and set for the day before everybody else. One hell of a meticulous woman.
Six months after Zain's accident took place, things had finally begun to resume to normalcy and the Abdullah house was restored with peace. The three witches, namely Suraiyya, Nafeesa, and Shazia, had decided to give their callous antics a break, as none of them moved the way they wanted them to.
Zain's fracture had healed completely. To everyone's surprise, he quickly went back to work and was a busy man again.
As Aaliya sipped her bitter, black coffee, sunshine made its way through the gaps in between the curtains, and illuminated the room.
It was a Sunday morning.
Zain was still deep into his never-ending slumber. Aaliya didn't really bother too, because to her surprise, the lad had just got very hardworking, lately.
Zain blinked to the rays that gently pricked his eyes, and let out a groan of exhaustion. Aaliya instantly looked at her dear husband, or should we say, her kitkit, and let her lips move into a wide grin, from ear to ear.
There was something that she shared with him. She didn't know what it was. Nor did she want to know.
But it was that "something", which kept her hopes alive. That her married life was not going to be as bad she thought.
Getting back to reading the headlines, Aaliya enjoyed her Sunday morning.
The brightness that surrounded Zain broke his slumber and he could no more slip into his blissful sleep again.
Cranky and irritated like a two year old, he sat upright, stretching his semi-feminine and muscular arms.
He struggled to open his closed eyes, and as he took a wide look at his damaged room, decorated with girly wall hangings and glittery wallpapers, his sight fell on his wife.
"Mamu ki bhanji, why do I see you engrossed in reading the newspaper, instead of standing here, beside me, with a cup of coffee?"
Oh, how he loved doing this to her.
"Never will those extravagant wishes of yours come true, Mr. Zain Abdullah. Your coffee is in the kitchen, freshen up and help yourself please" replied his high headed wife, with a sarcastic smirk on her charming face.
Fussing and whining to those sweet words he was greeted with early in the morning, Zain put aside the covers and scrambled into the washroom.
...
After a long, refreshing shower, he stepped into the room.
Drying his hair with a Turkish towel, he sprayed water onto the carpeted floor, from his wet hair.
Just then, something caught his eye. On the side table beside the bed, was a cup of coffee with toasted bread and a jar of blueberry jam.
Zain broke into his usual "oh-baby -you-can't-refuse-to-do-stuff-for -zain-abdullah" smirk.
These days, Aaliya would always do things exactly opposite to what she would say to Zain.
When she refused to bring him coffee, he was pretty sure that it was going to be there for him, as soon as he came out from the bathroom.
He tossed the towel onto the sofa, and quickly grabbed his hot coffee.
While relishing the utterly delicious blueberry jam sandwich, he walked towards the window, the one from which you could see the pool area.
There she was, engaged in her everyday chores of soaking her soiled bedcovers in a huge tub of water.
Tired of soaking those covers, Aaliya rubbed her forehead and put her hands on her waist. She took a deep breath.
While seeing this, there was a swift rush of thoughts in Zain's head.
It was Aaliya, who took care of him when he was hurt, had sleepless nights, when he moaned in pain, and fed him, when he could barely lift a spoon to chest-level.
Wasn't it unfair to not thank her for being so patient with him?
Wasn't it his duty to thank her for all that she did for him, despite the fact that they never shared cordial respect for each other, or rather, he never treated her respectfully?
It certainly was.
In these few months, Aaliya turned out to be such an amazing human being. Of course Zain had to be thankful.
Zain quickly gobbled down the last piece of his sandwich and briskly walked down the stairs, to the pool.
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Aaliya struggled to hold her dupatta in place as she gathered those huge covers together.
Just when she thought of removing her dupatta, a pair of hands crawled over her petite body from behind, and tied her dupatta into a tight knot.
She felt sweaty and flushed. Zain's touch electrocuted her and she felt shivers run down her spine.
After all, her attraction towards him was something she could not erase, no matter how much she disliked them, or how much they annoyed each other.
Too shy and tongue tied to say something, Aaliya walked forward and stood still, facing the pool, with her hands crossed.
Even though it had almost been a year since she lived with Zain, she was never able to tackle such moments and handle his flirtatious nature.
The air felt warm. Zain stood next to her.
"MKB, I really fail to understand why you shy away when I try to flirt with you, even though you know, that it pleases you" he said, with a contagious smile curled up on his face.
Aaliya would still not reply to him. She stood there, staring at the ripples forming in the water.
The awkwardness was killing her.
She quickly pulled up her leggings and sat down, with her feet relaxing in the cool water, with her hands placed on either side of her stomach, on the cemented ground.
Zain sat by her side, with his trousers folded and feet splashing water on Aaliya.
"Stop it Zain", said a mature and serious Aaliya, who wasn't really in a mood to entertain his high jinks.
"Okay I'm sorry, mamu ki bhanji. I came down here to lighten your mood and have some fun, but you seem to like being so serious and boring all the time."
She turned towards Zain, with an eyebrow raised.
"You're calling me boring? My dear shohar, you aren't worthy of seeing my fun side. I'm so sorry", replied Aaliya with an evil smirk.
While she wiggled her toes in the crystal clear water, she felt a rough hand rest over hers.
"I'm sorry that I could never really be patient and try to understand you. I really can't tell you how grateful I am for all the help you gave me when I was stuck with that stupid fracture."
Zain tightened his grip over Aaliya's soft fist and moved towards her ear.
With his other hand, he gently placed the thin locks of hair behind her ear.
Aaliya couldn't help but break into a huge grin as she felt her heart racing with his breath tickling her ear.
It felt good.
"Thank you, Aaliya."
She turned towards him, only to find his deep, brown eyes sinking in hers.
The gaze captivated her, and pulled her in too.
Zain moved closer to her lips.
Closer.
And closer.
Aaliya closed her eyes.
Splash!
There she was, drenched in water, her hair all wet and messy.
"Zaaainn!" she screeched in a shrill voice.
Mr. Abdullah sprinted as fast as he could, while Mrs. Abdullah chased him all over Barkat mansion.
Happy times, were here.
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