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I wrote the whole thing and it just disappeared like that. I am so mad! Hope you guys will write comments because I am about to write the whole OS again.
One hour wasted. It was such a cute piece. I wrote at least 4 pages worth and all that Hindi is very hard for me to type.
Ok, posting again...please read and comment.
My other IPK 1 and 2 stories here: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/iss-pyaar-ko-kya-naam-doon/2793444/mbs-spicy-fics-all-arhi-stories-ipkknd
Aahil broke her fall with his fore arm just as she was about to faceplant on the floor. Cursing her clumsiness, Sanam quickly rose.
Sanam: You don't have to bother! Didn't I tell you not to TOUCH me!? I don't like being handled by men who use women like change.
She saw him wince. Good. It might have been a hit below the belt, but it was true and he deserved it. Jallad Jinh.
Aahil's jaw tightened: You were falling on your face.
Sanam: Toh!? Gir jane diya hota. Aapko kya? (She batted his hands away).
Sanam quickly lengthened the proximity between them. As she did, she tripped again on the plain marble.
Aahil started instinctively, but stopped himself by fisting his hands. She wanted none of his concern. She was replused by him.
Sanam: Hai Allah!
Sitting in a pool of chiffon, she looked back at him accusingly.
Aahil feigned a shrug: Aapko toh hamari madath garawah nehi hai na?
He stepped over her skirt and walked away.
Sanam screamed silently in frustration: Heartless beast!
From behind the pillar, Aahil looked around to make sure she was okay. His heart sank. She was taking Rehan's hand to get off the floor, smiles and all.
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A series follows from this OS: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/qubool-hai/4112367/ss-the-nawab-of-bhopal-part-11-preview-pg-43
One hour wasted. It was such a cute piece. I wrote at least 4 pages worth and all that Hindi is very hard for me to type.
Ok, posting again...please read and comment.
My other IPK 1 and 2 stories here: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/iss-pyaar-ko-kya-naam-doon/2793444/mbs-spicy-fics-all-arhi-stories-ipkknd
A few days later...
Aahil broke her fall with his fore arm just as she was about to faceplant on the floor. Cursing her clumsiness, Sanam quickly rose.
For some sadistic pleasure, he had taken to calling her aap these days. Mocking the idea of a loving husband's regard. As if he was the type to call her aap or even consider a muwazim like her his wife.
Sanam said loudly for Aahil's benefit: Thank you Rehan, you are so nice. Good to know that chivalry is still alive in some corners of the earth.
Aahil was incensed. Chivalry! What was he doing just a minute ago?
Sanam walked past him with her nose up in the air.
Aahil followed her into the dining room for Sehri. So, she would rather have Rehan's hand than his. That was really the whole point of this charade.
Sanam served everyone including Rehan before she finally deigned to come up to him.
Aahil's mood at his point was ready to swing off the track.
Aahil softly: When I do it, you don't want any of it and when Rehan does it, it is chivalry?
Sanam: He is way nicer than you.
Aahil: Right, whatever he does is great. Ashique joh hai aapke.
Sanam went red in the face: How dare you!
Before he knew it, Aahil's hand was burning and he startled as the shearing pain ran through him. Sanam had poured hot soup on his hand as he waited to be served.
The whole family started fussing over him before Sanam dragged him away to the kitchen to wash his wound in cold water.
Aahil snatched his hand back.
Sanam: Don't be such a baby!
Aahil snatched his hand back.
Sanam: Don't be such a baby!
She snatched his hand right back and held it firmly under the running tap. She looked upset.
Sanam concerned: Bohot jal raha hai kya?
Aahil: What do you care?
Sanam: You questioned my character!
Aahil: Oh please, I was merely stating the obvious.
Sanam: There is nothing between Rehan and me. We are just friends! Not everyone is out for the same things from a woman as you. It is your cheap mentality that makes you come to these conclusions.
Aahil angrily: I know Rehan is not like me. If you liked him, he wouldn't be taking advantage of you. (More softly now) That said, all those girls knew that I wanted nothing serious, I didn't take advantage of them.
Sanam: I don't want to know about your love life.
Sanam: I don't want to know about your love life.
Aahil: Oh really, is that why you are always taunting me about it!?
Sanam sighed: We are from different worlds. Girls like me don't fall in love like that. I can't believe you would even think that. You only said it to hurt me.
Looking at her teary eyes, Aahil softened a little. Did she really not have any idea? It occured to him then that not only was she clueless about him, she had no idea about Rehan either. Oh God, she didn't love Rehan...poor Rehan. The thought filled him with glee even though he felt a tinge of guilt for Rehan's sake. She was really that oblivious!
Sanam was applying ointment on him now.
She asked again: Bohot jal raha hai kya?
She blew softly on his hand. Honestly, the sensation was too much to bear.
She asked again: Bohot jal raha hai kya?
She blew softly on his hand. Honestly, the sensation was too much to bear.
Aahil: Uh...obviously, you did it to burn me.
Sanam: Nehi! Mein toh sirf aapko darah ne ke liye... I had no idea that the soup was so hot. Mujhe mauf (she froze)...nehi.You are trying to guilt me into apologizing, but you know what? I won't! You deserved it for pointing your finger at my character!
Aahil was calm now: Sanam...I didn't. I mean, I was't questioning your character. Love and relationships are not automatically horrible things, it is okay to fall in love. I mean if you preferred Rehan...
Sanam huffed away, she wasn't going to listen anymore.
His wife sashayed into the room as he was reading the newspaper by the bed. Those airy-fairy dresses she had taken to wearing where driving him mad. If she was not sashaying around like a fairy thing - just out of reach, she was tripping on them, looking more vulnerable than ever. It awakened a primal desire in him to protect what was his.
She was about to say something but hesitated, looking mad at herself for even coming in.
Aahil: What? Why are you here now?
Sanam: You didn't eat Sehri. It is almost time. Why didn't you come?
Aahil: Oh, madam, didn't you notice? My hand is BURNED!
Sanam whined: Toh chammach se kha lete.
Aahil held up his hand in feigned boredom: Still burned.
Aahil held up his hand in feigned boredom: Still burned.
Sanam: Last time I checked, Allah blessed you with two!
Aahil: Oh, so I should have had Sehri with my left hand, should I? Nice.
Sanam: Hai Allah, aap kabse itna pak ho gaye? Na mandir, na mashjid, left hand se sehri nehi khayenge. (She walked out, frustrated).
Aahil muttered: Forever taunting. As if it would hurt just to request a little more. Afterall, she burned me! She should at least bother with some sympathy. Now I have starve and fast. Jahil larki.
Sanam: Hai Allah, aap kabse itna pak ho gaye? Na mandir, na mashjid, left hand se sehri nehi khayenge. (She walked out, frustrated).
Aahil muttered: Forever taunting. As if it would hurt just to request a little more. Afterall, she burned me! She should at least bother with some sympathy. Now I have starve and fast. Jahil larki.
Latif walked in with the dirty dishes to find the Chotti Begum bitterly muttering as she set a new plate.
Sanam: Kaun jane kahase aye hai ye Nawabzadeh. Ek chotti si burn kya hai sehliya, jaise ke handicapped ho gaye! Ab huzur ko spoon-feed karna parega.
Latif: Nawab hi hai woh, Mrs. Sanam Nawabzadeh. (He got the dreamy look in his eyes again). Bhopal ke shehzadeh, dil ke...
Sanam: Haan haan, pata hai mujhe.
Latif: Tumhe kuch nehi pata. He keeps rejecting Nawab saab's title, otherwise, he would have officially been the nawab.
Sanam defensively: Nawab hai toh kya? Kaisa hero hai aapke Nawab saab jo ek chotte se burn handle nehi kar sake? Mano ke bed rest me chale geye hai. And what about me!? He ordered me to make 100 kg laddoos when I had burned my hand! Bare aye Nawabzadeh.
She rushed out of the kitchen with the food.
Latif smiled: Aahil ke Jahil biwi. Hai Allah! Bless them.
Sanam was pressing a niwalah toward his mouth just as he was about to doze off.
Aahil annoyed: What now?
Sanam: Only 10 minutes left. Hurry up and eat.
He ate quietly from those nimble fingers, resisting the urge to smile. She did care about him, even if she didn't know it herself. This was promising. Don't forget to leave comments. Good or bad.
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