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Zain's Car
Mumbai Pune Expressway,8:00 PM
Zain's POV
I was on the way to Pune with my beautiful wife of 6 years who looked even more beautiful if that is even possible in a blue saree.My Dear Wife had literally dhamkofied me to take her along to Pune.We discussed *coughs* fought on this matter for 2 whole hours and she cheated by playing her wifey card of not letting me sleep on her bed for a whole week if I didnt take her along..That was not even her bed..It is my bed for Gods sakes!
I told her I was bloody attending a god damn boring business conference and not meeting any hot girls behind her back...But All my anger faded away the second I saw her looking so hot and gorgeous in that saree..Did I tell you my wife looks super hot when she's angry ;) the main reason why I enjoy fighting with her!
Its been 6 years and a few months since our marriage and we've been blessed with two gems..Aisha,4 and Zaroon,3 ...Aisha has my hair and eyes and is the most beautiful little girl in the whole world while Zaroon is mini version of his Dad with his mother's eyes..he often used those eyes to get what he wants and then his poor dad has to face the wrath of that little devil's mother who is capable of shredding his dad into millions of tiny peices with her talon like nails *shudders*
Chand Khaala was talking care of our two anmol ratans tonight..Its been one hour..whole 60 minutes and Aliya had not uttered even a single word or even looked at me..There is something going on in that little mind of hers..Is she thinking of ways to Kill me?
"Mujhe maarne ke plans bana rahi ho kya?" I asked her.
She was bewildered and started to process my words in her mind..suddenly her confused expression changed into fury...
"Apney tiny sey Dimaag ko itna mat daudaao MKB..Tumhare chudail jaise nails hi kaafi hai" I teased.
"Aaj Kya hai Zain..Tumhe pata hai aaj kaunsi date hai?" She asked giving me an ice old glare.
Zain..She never calls me Zain..I was really thinking of legally changing my name from Zain Abdullah to Kitkit Abdullah..!
I squirmed under her murderous gaze..Whats with Women and these bloody freaking dates..How do they even manage to memorize all the dates..date of the first meeting,of the first hug,of the first kiss,first this,first that and then there are birthdays and anniversaries..
"Today is the day when we said Manzoor hai to each other for the very first time Zain..How can you forget this day" She whined.
I gave her Are-you-kidding-me look..Sane People marry once or maybe twice..but we are exceptions who married three freaking times that too with the same person..How the hell am I suppossed to remember all these dates..I couldn't even remember my own birthday damn it.
She shook her head and gave me that look which screamed that she is disappointed at me and looked out of the car window..
I sighed..This is not how I wanted things to end up tonight..
Water started to drizzle from the heavens..the light rain droplets falling on Aliya's face which were illuminated by the passing light of street lamps making her look like an Angel..Rain..It was the best part of Pune..Pune's rain is so so magical.
Perfect Romantic enviroment... check
Angry wife..check
You are doomed Abdullah!
I once again sighed loudly and started the radio to distract us both from our argument and to cut the thick tension between us which had arose because Zain Idiot Abdullah effortlessly manages to hurt his wife.
'Hum aapke aakhon mein iss dil ko'
Rafi saab's magical voice boomed through the speakers..
Our eyes met for a second and she looked away..
Romamtic enviroment
Romantic song
Rain
Check check check! Time for some romance!! He thought.
I stopped the car and hopped out of it..after increasing the volume so that we could br able to hear the song even if we're out of the car.
I went towards her side and asked her for a dance in my best British accent.
May I have this dance milady?
She stared at me as if I've grown two extra heads..I grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her out of the car.
We were standing under huge dark sky who was showering us with blessings in the form of rain.
Her hand resting on my shoulder,my palm resting,grabbing and massing the flesh of her bare waist..We looked at each other in the eye and at that moment,in the presence of everything around us,I fell in love with her all over again.
Hum aapke aakhon mein iss dil ko basa dein toh
Hum moond ke palkon ko iss di ko sazaa dein toh
We swayed to the rythm of the song..She rested her head on my chest..just above my heart.
In Zulfon mein gundhenge hum phool mohabbat ke
I put her soft slightly wet locks which were denying me the full view of her angelic face behind her ear.
Zulfon ko jhatakar yeh phool gira dein toh
She took my palm in hers,brought it near her lips and kissed it oh-so gently..
Hum aapko khwaabon mein la ke sataayenge
Hum aapki aankhon se neendein hi udaa dein toh
I swirled her around..not breaking the contact of our eyes I pulled her agaisnt me..I Held her in my arms and bend our bodies together and performed a dip..I held her in that exact position close to my body..kissed her forehead..
'Happy Ist Manzoor Hai Anniversary..You know that you'll be the best thing that ever happened to me even if I forget our Ist manzoor hai anniversary right?
She simply nodded not wanting to break the magical spell..There was no need of words to express anything when our eyes were reflecting all our feelings!
Hum aapke kadmon par gir jayenge gash khaa kar
Iss par bhi na humm apne aanchal ki hawa dein toh
No one's POV
"My Love for you will keep on increasing with each and every passing second Mallika-e-Zain..I love you now and I'll continue to love you even when our hair become grey and our knees buckle while walking." his eyes said.
"I know..I love you too Kit Kit and will love you forever even if you become a khadoos ugly old man" replied her eyes.
"Hey!Zain Abdullah can never be ugly"He pouted
They came closer..their eyes shining with love and happiness..Both grinning like fools in the dim light provided by street lamp.
Aliya held pallu of her saree over their heads and their lips meet under the protection of her saree's pallu sending jolts of electricity through their system.
hm hm hmm hmm hmm
Hum aapke aakhon mein iss dil ko basaa dein toh
Mumbai Pune Expressway,8:00 PM
Zain's POV
I was on the way to Pune with my beautiful wife of 6 years who looked even more beautiful if that is even possible in a blue saree.My Dear Wife had literally dhamkofied me to take her along to Pune.We discussed *coughs* fought on this matter for 2 whole hours and she cheated by playing her wifey card of not letting me sleep on her bed for a whole week if I didnt take her along..That was not even her bed..It is my bed for Gods sakes!
I told her I was bloody attending a god damn boring business conference and not meeting any hot girls behind her back...But All my anger faded away the second I saw her looking so hot and gorgeous in that saree..Did I tell you my wife looks super hot when she's angry ;) the main reason why I enjoy fighting with her!
Its been 6 years and a few months since our marriage and we've been blessed with two gems..Aisha,4 and Zaroon,3 ...Aisha has my hair and eyes and is the most beautiful little girl in the whole world while Zaroon is mini version of his Dad with his mother's eyes..he often used those eyes to get what he wants and then his poor dad has to face the wrath of that little devil's mother who is capable of shredding his dad into millions of tiny peices with her talon like nails *shudders*
Chand Khaala was talking care of our two anmol ratans tonight..Its been one hour..whole 60 minutes and Aliya had not uttered even a single word or even looked at me..There is something going on in that little mind of hers..Is she thinking of ways to Kill me?
"Mujhe maarne ke plans bana rahi ho kya?" I asked her.
She was bewildered and started to process my words in her mind..suddenly her confused expression changed into fury...
"Apney tiny sey Dimaag ko itna mat daudaao MKB..Tumhare chudail jaise nails hi kaafi hai" I teased.
"Aaj Kya hai Zain..Tumhe pata hai aaj kaunsi date hai?" She asked giving me an ice old glare.
Zain..She never calls me Zain..I was really thinking of legally changing my name from Zain Abdullah to Kitkit Abdullah..!
I squirmed under her murderous gaze..Whats with Women and these bloody freaking dates..How do they even manage to memorize all the dates..date of the first meeting,of the first hug,of the first kiss,first this,first that and then there are birthdays and anniversaries..
"Today is the day when we said Manzoor hai to each other for the very first time Zain..How can you forget this day" She whined.
I gave her Are-you-kidding-me look..Sane People marry once or maybe twice..but we are exceptions who married three freaking times that too with the same person..How the hell am I suppossed to remember all these dates..I couldn't even remember my own birthday damn it.
She shook her head and gave me that look which screamed that she is disappointed at me and looked out of the car window..
I sighed..This is not how I wanted things to end up tonight..
Water started to drizzle from the heavens..the light rain droplets falling on Aliya's face which were illuminated by the passing light of street lamps making her look like an Angel..Rain..It was the best part of Pune..Pune's rain is so so magical.
Perfect Romantic enviroment... check
Angry wife..check
You are doomed Abdullah!
I once again sighed loudly and started the radio to distract us both from our argument and to cut the thick tension between us which had arose because Zain Idiot Abdullah effortlessly manages to hurt his wife.
'Hum aapke aakhon mein iss dil ko'
Rafi saab's magical voice boomed through the speakers..
Our eyes met for a second and she looked away..
Romamtic enviroment
Romantic song
Rain
Check check check! Time for some romance!! He thought.
I stopped the car and hopped out of it..after increasing the volume so that we could br able to hear the song even if we're out of the car.
I went towards her side and asked her for a dance in my best British accent.
May I have this dance milady?
She stared at me as if I've grown two extra heads..I grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her out of the car.
We were standing under huge dark sky who was showering us with blessings in the form of rain.
Her hand resting on my shoulder,my palm resting,grabbing and massing the flesh of her bare waist..We looked at each other in the eye and at that moment,in the presence of everything around us,I fell in love with her all over again.
Hum aapke aakhon mein iss dil ko basa dein toh
Hum moond ke palkon ko iss di ko sazaa dein toh
We swayed to the rythm of the song..She rested her head on my chest..just above my heart.
In Zulfon mein gundhenge hum phool mohabbat ke
I put her soft slightly wet locks which were denying me the full view of her angelic face behind her ear.
Zulfon ko jhatakar yeh phool gira dein toh
She took my palm in hers,brought it near her lips and kissed it oh-so gently..
Hum aapko khwaabon mein la ke sataayenge
Hum aapki aankhon se neendein hi udaa dein toh
I swirled her around..not breaking the contact of our eyes I pulled her agaisnt me..I Held her in my arms and bend our bodies together and performed a dip..I held her in that exact position close to my body..kissed her forehead..
'Happy Ist Manzoor Hai Anniversary..You know that you'll be the best thing that ever happened to me even if I forget our Ist manzoor hai anniversary right?
She simply nodded not wanting to break the magical spell..There was no need of words to express anything when our eyes were reflecting all our feelings!
Hum aapke kadmon par gir jayenge gash khaa kar
Iss par bhi na humm apne aanchal ki hawa dein toh
No one's POV
"My Love for you will keep on increasing with each and every passing second Mallika-e-Zain..I love you now and I'll continue to love you even when our hair become grey and our knees buckle while walking." his eyes said.
"I know..I love you too Kit Kit and will love you forever even if you become a khadoos ugly old man" replied her eyes.
"Hey!Zain Abdullah can never be ugly"He pouted
They came closer..their eyes shining with love and happiness..Both grinning like fools in the dim light provided by street lamp.
Aliya held pallu of her saree over their heads and their lips meet under the protection of her saree's pallu sending jolts of electricity through their system.
hm hm hmm hmm hmm
Hum aapke aakhon mein iss dil ko basaa dein toh
Anupamaa
