Suhaag Raat Ho Gayi Tho? OS
Continuing from my last post on 'nikaah ho gaya tho?' I have written this short piece to tickle our imaginations.
Let's imagine, after all the ups and downs and all the drama, AsYa are finally married.
Now what? Najma and Dilshaad push the couple into Asad's room after the nikaah.
"Good night to the married couple," Dilshaad yawned and shut Asad's bedroom door behind her. With a big smile on her face, she put her arm around Najma and chuckled, "ab tho nikaah ho hi gaya, dekhte hain dono kab tak ek doosre se bhaagte rahenge?"
"Main aaj bahut khush hoom ammi!" Najma hugged her mom.
"Main bhi!"
ASAD'S ROOM:
Decked in her lehnga and jewelry, Zoya glanced around his room, a little uneasy and uncomfortable. Uneasy about the circumstances, and uncomfortable, because of the heavy lehnga and jewelry.
Asad, dressed in his sherwani, stood with his arms crossed behind his back. He couldn't take his eyes off his new bride. The inevitable had happened. They were married, man and wife, about to venture into their next phase of life, but still not sure about each other's feelings.
He could sense her awkwardness, "Ms. Farooqui. Bahut raat ho gayi hai. If you want you can go to sleep."
Zoya glanced at his face and then at her heavy lehnga, "I-I think that's a good idea. M-main apne room mein chali jaati hoon."
Asad caught her by her arm as she walked towards the door, "are you mad? Bahar ammi ne dekh liya tho?"
"Tho? Tho kab tak yeh natak karte rahenge hum?"
"Ab-abhi kuch din aur Ms. Farooqui. Abhi unki halat thodi nazuk hai."
"Ok, tho let me go and change out of these clothes at least."
"Aap ka dimaag tho theek hai? I just told you ki bahar jaana khatre se khaali nahin hai!"
"Ok, tho main raat bhar wahan sofe par baithi rehti hoon. Aapko kya main comfortable hoon ya nahin hoon?" She glared at him.
He couldn't help notice how beautiful she looked, adorned in her bridal wear, henna on her hands and face flushed with anger. They exchanged glances, unable to avert their eyes this time.
MITWA moment
"Nahin. Aap bed par so jaaiye. Main sofe par so jaaunga."
"Are you sure?"
He nodded with his eyes and let go of her arm.
She sat down on the bed, still uncomfortable as the jewelry tugged on her hair and skin. She looked up with a sour expression.
"Now what?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Yeh jewelry. I need to get rid of it."
He felt blood rush into his veins at the visual imagery of removing the jewels from her body-one jewelry at a time- transported him into another world. For a few moments, he was lost in his thoughts.
"MR KHAN!" She yelled at him, "kya soch rahe hain aap? Main aapko kab se bula rahi hoon?"
"Wh-what?" He shook his head, "aapne kuch kaha?"
"Yes, I need help!" She looked at him with an innocent expression, "yeh neck-lace-aur yeh-teeka- they are stuck."
Asad's face was flushed as he gently sat down beside her. His fingers trembled as he tried to approach the teeka on her head. The piece of jewelry was entangled with her beautiful hair. One by one, he disentangled the piece of jewelry from the strands of her hair. Zoya shut her eyes; his heartbeats were palpable and matched the ferocity of her own beats. She felt sweat beads on her forehead as his fingers brushed against her skin.
As if in a trance, Asad moved from one piece of jewelry to another. Her heavy breathing mixed with her fragrance drove him crazy.
Mitwaaa…….moments galore here
After most of the jewelry was off, they sat silently, with their gazes fixed on each other. Neither wanted that moment to end.
Finally, he broke the silence.
"Aur kuch?"
"Hmm?" She averted her gaze, aware that they were both getting swayed by the moment.
"M-mera matlab hai aur kuch nikaalna….," his lips froze as he tried to complete the sentence, "I mean, are you comfortable now?" He stood up and turned his head away, stunned by his own statement.
Zoya blushed at his statement and wiped her face, "main…zara…restroom…matlab, can I use your washroom?"
"Jee. Yes, of course," he was relieved by the distraction.
"I need to take a shower," she replied softly.
"Shower? Itni raat ko?"
"Meri marzi main jab shower loon ya na loon. Aapko kya? Main tho roz aadhi raat ko shower leti hoon," she fumbled and tried to cover up for the slip of her tongue.
"Ok, lekin please mere bathroom mein koi mess mat kariyega."
"Mess? Aur main?" she gave him a dirty look.
"Jee! Aap jahan jaati hain, wahan mess hi tho kar deti hain."
"Ok, then I will go to my room then."
"NO! NO!" He blocked her path, "ammi ne dekh liya tho?"
"But I need a change of clothes also Mr. Khan!"
"Aap apne saare kapde yahan kyun nahin laayi? Why did you leave them in your room?"
"I didn't have time Mr. Khan! Nikaah ke baad Najma aur phoophi ne mujhey mauka hi kahan diya?"
"Ok. Ek solution hai," he walked over to his closet and took out his white kurta, "aap chaahe tho yeh pehen sakti hain."
"Allah mian! What's wrong with you Mr. Khan?"
"Tho mera suit pehen lee jiye phir. Kuch tho pehen na hoga na aapko?"
There was an awkward silence between them after his statement.
She snatched the kurta from him and rushed towards the bathroom, "theek hai, main isi se kaam chalaa loongi. Waise bhi aapka kurta aap se zyaada romantic hoga!" She slammed the door behind her.
"What? She thinks I am not romantic? Ek din Ms. Farooqui ka yeh challenge bhi accept kar loonga main, but right now I should just sleep, warna kahin koi galti na ho jaaye hum dono se." He jerked his head and lay down on the bed. He covered himself with a sheet and pretended to fall asleep.
A little later, she tiptoed out of the bathroom, wearing his long white kurta. The kurta covered her knees but she was conscious about her bare legs. The sleeves were extra long on her and dangled like curtains from her wrists.
Quickly, she jumped into his bed and pulled the covers on her legs.
"AAP?" She yelled as she saw him lying next to her.
"AAP? Aap yahan kya k-kar r-rahi hain?" His voice dropped as the sight of her in his kurta and wet hair resting on her shoulders melted all his anger. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Their eyes stayed glued to each other; they stared at each other's face. On an instinct, his hand tried to reach for her face. They were inches apart from each other, almost at a kissing distance but then he withdrew his hand and averted his gaze.
"Ms Farooqui. Let me bring your clothes from your room."
"L-lekin ammi?"
"Unhein pata nahin chalega. And if she is still awake, I will just tell her you need something from your room."
"Main le aati hoon Mr. Khan," she felt embarrassed at the thought of him perusing through her closet.
"Nahin, aap aise kaise bahar jaa sakti hain?"
He tiptoed out of his room and walked into the guestroom.
Once before, he had attempted to pack her clothes in her suitcase but tonight, it was a different feeling. He smiled and blushed as he neatly packed all her clothes into her suitcase.
This time, he was happy about her deportation.
And he was sure this time it would be a permanent deportation for Ms Farooqui, no Mrs Khan- to his bedroom.
….hope you all liked it….wrote it really quickly. Not sure if I all have time for a review later
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