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Chapter 2: Blissful Oblivion
They say that life is full of uncertainties and ironies. Small incidents can come together and cause a catastrophe. A storm builds within, slowly until it can no longer be leashed and destroys anything and everything that comes in its wake.
It was one such day for the Abdullahs.
A storm was being created to shake the very foundations of their house, but as yet everyone was blissfully unaware of it. They were going about like it was any other day, believing in the mirage that had been presented to them.
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Suraiyya Abdullah was very excited.
She had made some plans for her daughter and she wanted to sound it off Zain and Aaliya, take their opinion on it since she wanted to surprise Usman Saab and Barkat with it.
Barkat. Suraiyya sighed in gratitude. Allah had been really graceful and returned her daughter back to her. She had been a joy to her family since the day she had come back.
The smile and happiness missing from her and Usman Saab's life had made a comeback and there was little else Suraiyya wanted from this world. She sent a Shukar-Alhamdolillah to her maker, thanking him for blessing her family with his Barkat.
As she walked up the stairs, she saw a picture of Zain and Aaliya's Nikah adorning the wall. On second thoughts, maybe there was something else which she wanted, Suraiyya decided naughtily, picturising a small baby in her hands listening to her raptly as she described how naughty it's Ammi and Abbu were. She laughed delightfully at her own fantasies.
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Suraiyya remembered an incident a few weeks back, when Usman had fallen ill with a stomach upset. He had skipped dinner and had woken up in the middle of the night feeling hungry. She had been sitting beside Usman, waiting for Aaliya to bring the khichdi she said she would make for her Mamu, as he wasn't feeling up to anything heavier. However, after half an hour had passed and there was still no sight of Aaliya, Suraiyya decided to go see for herself.
She entered the kitchen, only to find it empty. A bowl of steaming hot khichdi was kept on the table and the aroma wafting from it was mouthwatering. Even as she was wondering, "Ye ladki kaha chali gayee..." a strange noise had her turning behind only to freeze in shock and close her eyes tightly.
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Aaliya was adding some garnishing to the bowl of khichdi she had just prepared, thinking about Zain and the turn their relationship had taken since that fateful day in the freezer. The events transpired during that time had changed their perspective on life and the course of their relationship. The fear of death had made both of them realize the importance of today and now, of how much precious time they were losing in their silly ego fights.
She blushed as she recalled how Zain had confessed to loving her and not that chudail Alya Bhat. Not that they still dint fight like cats and dogs, their kitkit still continued, but it had taken a different meaning now. Zain had changed totally, going back to the besharam flirty Zain he had been during those carefree days in Bhopal when he had pretended to be her fiance.
So lost was she in her sweet memories, that she nearly screamed out aloud when she felt someone's arms sliding about her waist and pulling her flush against his back. "Kiske bare me soch rahi ho Mamu ki Bhanji, jo tumhare gaal itne laal ho gaye hai?" he whispered huskily, his lips trailing a heated line from her ear to her cheek, where he bit her apple red cheek playfully.
"Zainnn..." she squealed, "Haan mujhe pata hai...Mere hi bare me soch rahi thi..." She could feel him smirking against her skin as he turned her around in his arms.
"Zain..." She muttered a bit more firmly this time, trying to squirm out, "Chodo na...koi aa jayega..."
"Sab so rahe hai...Koi nahi aayega..." He stated, still nuzzling her neck. She tried pushing him away again even as her insides melted as his hands and lips worked their magic on her body, "Mujhe ye Mamu ke liye le jana hai..."
"Haan...chali jana...lekin usse pehle..." He pushed her behind the fridge and cornered her against the wall, away from prying eyes; crushing her against him, he swooped down to capture her lips with his.
She was shocked momentarily as his lips assaulted hers, teasing her senses. His body teased hers mercilessly, sweetly torturing; his hot hungry mouth nipping and biting, giving her both pain as well as pleasure.
She tried to resist half heartedly, but as his kisses deepened any desire to escape vanished. Her arms automatically went around his neck, pulling him closer as she tilted her head to give him better access.
The encounter was hot and sensual. He was so close, she didn't realize where he ended and she began. She was pinned to the wall, his body over hers, his thigh between her legs, his chest grinding her bosom and his hot mouth over her dry one. It was a heated kiss; burning her through to her very toes. There was no question of escape as she returned the kiss, savoring his closeness.
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Suraiyya tried clearing her throat loudly and peeked from beneath her lashes, but the two love birds were too lost in their own world to pay heed. Seeing no other option, she banged one of the pots loudly, and folding her arms across her chest, she put on the sternest expression she could manage while she waited with closed eyes for them to see her.
Both of them jumped apart, turning beet red as they realized they had been caught. Hearing their embarrassed squeaks, Suraiyya opened her eyes and stared at them. She had a tough time holding onto her stern expression when all she wanted to do was laugh at their adorable expressions. Zain looked abashed whereas Aaliya looked just plain scared.
"Ye kya ho raha hai yaha pe..." She asked in the meanest voice she could garner.
"Kuch nahi mom...Mai to sirf..." He wildly looked around, trying to find some excuse and seeing a bottle of water, quickly grabbed it, "Mai to pani peene aaya tha..," he pulled the collar of his blazer a little away and fanned himself theatrically, "Itni garmi jo hai..."
"Haan Mami...Wo Zain to sirf pani peene aaye the..." Aaliya stuttered, unable to from any coherent reply of her own.
"Haan. Wo to maine dekh hi liya..." Suraiyya looked pointedly at both. But by now, Zain had managed to regain some part of his composure and he confidently replied, "Aur nahi to kya! Mai to sirf pani peene aaya tha..." He reiterated, and putting on his most innocent face continued, "Lekin Aalya ne mujhe rok liya...Use mujhse kuch help chahiye thi...Abhi mai kya karta? Biwi ko mana to nahi kar sakta na?"
"Haan wo maine inhe rok liya tha...mujhe kuch..." Aaliya repeated still in a daze.
However, unable to keep up her tough Sasuma faade any longer at Zain's copout, Suraiyya snickered loudly, making her realize what Zain had just said and her eyes widened in horror and she screeched, "Zainnn!!!!" glaring at him as he tried to hold in his own laughter.
Turning back frantically to her MIL, Aaliya tried to explain, "Nahi Mami wo..."
Before she could say anything further, Zain took his chance to escape. He kissed his mom on her cheek and with an evil wink at Aaliya out of the corner of his eye, he ran out of the kitchen. Halting at the door, he turned to look back at a discomfited Aaliya, and shouted a "Love u..." making her turn a deeper shade of red if that was even possible before adding "MOM!!!" making Suraiyya laugh outright at her besharam son.
"Hmmm...To ye khichdi pak rahi thi yaha pe..." Repeated Suraiyya as she turned back to her bahu who as standing there fiddling with her fingers.
"Nahi Mami mai wo...wo..."
Suraiyya burst out laughing again, the laughter rich and filled with happiness. "Koi baat nahi bte. Hota hai. Bas next time se darwaza lock karna mat bhoolna!!" She winked as she took Aaliya's face in her hands and pressed a kiss to her forehead, making Aaliya smile and hug her to hide her red face, "Bas tum dono aise hi khush raho."
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Suraiyya smiled as she thought over the past few months.
Soon, maybe someday soon Allah would bless her with this too. If only Zain and Aaliya could take a breather from their constant bickering and get down to getting her some grandkids, she sighed. Ye dono bhi na, kuch nahi ho sakta unka! Bilkul bacche hai. Maybe she should leave a hint while she was at it. Hmmm. Not a bad idea.
She was jolted out of her daydreaming by a scream which made her blood run cold.
"Ye to meri bacchi ki awaaz hai..." She whispered, running towards the voice, her heart jolting as nasty thoughts of something happening to her daughter shook her very insides.
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Zain was pacing in his room, thinking about his MKB. She had been behaving weirdly from the past few days he had noticed; not meeting his eyes; avoiding his questions; avoiding him per se. If that was not all, there were all these secret phone calls she kept making. Aakhir ho kya raha hai use. And she refused to answer him when he asked her about them.
And he was restless because of it.
He admitted he had kind of over reacted when Barkat had come crying to him because of Aaliya. He knew he had hurt Aaliya that day by choosing his sister over her. OK, not once, he admitted guiltily. He had hurt Aaliya quite a few times because of something or the other. But he hadn't been able to help himself. Whenever it was the question of Barkat, he lost his cool. But he knew Aaliya understood his feelings. She knew him by now; that he said things in anger which he later deeply regretted. He had been trying to keep his temper in check. A hurt Aaliya was the last thing on earth he wanted to see.
But he couldn't bear his baby sister in tears either. She had already been through so much in life with that a***** who pretended to be her father; and he had promised himself and her that he would never let a single tear wet her eyes again.
He rubbed his forehead, feeling the start of a throbbing headache. Truth to say, since the day he had come to know about the Bawdi incident, it had always pinched him that Mir Khan had taken her and not him that fateful day.
He had gained all that she had lost.
She had missed out on so much, while he had been living it up, without a care. His sister should have been here, grown up in this beautiful house, where even though money was aplenty, love had always flowed more freely. His parents were the best parents anyone could wish for, and his childhood had been blessed. But all these things which he had taken for granted had been snatched away from Barkat and no matter how much he wished, he could never return to her those carefree days of childhood. All he could do was promise himself that he would never let anything bad touch her now...or ever.
He knew it was a baseless thought, but the guilt had eaten into him and he had been unable to do anything but lash out at anything or anyone whenever he saw Barkat crying.
But he also realized Aaliya's place in his life. She was an angel sent specially for him and he may taken time to realize her worth, but now that he had, there was no way that he would let someone else come between them.
He smiled thinking about the past few months spent with her. Loving her, fighting with her, doing kitkit with her, they had been the best phase of his life.
He needed to talk to her asap and clear the air. Zain, sochna band kar aur abhi jake usse baat kar le, he decided and moved towards the door, intent on finding Aaliya and clearing the air.
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