Room Share Karna Padha Tho? OS
Continuing with my 'ho gaya tho' series- here is the next OS
Links to previous OS:
(Nikaah Ho Gaya Tho? https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/qubool-hai/3579884/nikaah-ho-gaya-tho-may-10
SR ho gayi tho? https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/qubool-hai/3583953/suhaag-raat-ho-gayi-tho-os)
Suhaag raat done (no ehem ehem)
Tanveer gone forever.
SCENE AT BREAKFAST TABLE:
Glued to the newspaper, Asad tried hard to concentrate that morning. Scenes from last night played vividly in his mind, he didn't realize that he was not alone at the dining table.
He heard a loud chuckle. It was Najma.
"What's so funny tamatar?" He placed the newspaper down and gave her a dirty look.
"Bhaijaan," she couldn't control her laughter "lagta hai nikaah ke baad aap padhna bhi bhool gaye hain."
"Matlab?" He glanced at the newspaper, turning red. It was upside down. "Wo-wo-actually-main-abhi," he stuttered and swiftly turned it upright as he saw Zoya and Dilshaad walk towards the dining table. They were immersed in an animated discussion. He was pleasantly surprised to see Zoya dressed in a new churidaar suit with a colorful dupatta lacing her neck. The henna on her hands reminded him how vulnerable and beautiful she looked in his white kurta, fast asleep on his bed when he had returned with her suitcase last night.
"Bhaijaan, aapki chori tho pakdi gayi. Ab kya karenge? Should I ask Zoya bhabhi?" Najma teased him. Asad gave her another dirty look, gesturing her to shush up.
Zoya lowered her eyes bashfully as she settled in the chair on his right. He pretended to read his newspaper while Najma whispered something in Dilshaad's ear. Mom and daughter chuckled. A perplexed Zoya gave them a quizzical look; her face flushed as she knew they were probably discussing what might have happened last night.
"Ammi! I have an early client meeting,"Asad stood up, folded the newspaper, "main office jaa raha hoon."
"Arre, nikaah ke ek dum baad office kaise jaa sakte ho Asad?" Dilshaad asked.
"Ammi, aapke kehne par nikaah tho ho gaya, but I have to get back to work now." He replied sternly
Zoya's face fell as the reality around the nikaah hit her. Last night had been a pleasant surprise, but things were back to status quo.
"Hum tho tumhare honeymoon ki planning karna chaah rahe the Asad." Dilshaad replied.
"Ammi, honeymoon-woneymoon ki koi zaroorat nahin hai," he gave a dirty look to Zoya,"nikaah ho gaya, wo hi bahut hai!"
"Lekin kyun Asad? Sab dulha dulhan jaate hain. It's important to spend time away from everyone else."
"Ammi, aapko pata hai main Najma aur aapko akele chhod kar kahin nahin jaata. Don't bring this topic up again." He picked his briefcase and turned around to leave. Dilshaad gestured Zoya to get up and see him off.
"Asad, ab se Zoya ko bataa kar jaaya karo. I am free now. You are Zoya's responsibility now."
Asad gave a fleeting glance to Zoya and muttered, "main jaa rahai hoon Ms Faroo'." He paused. Zoya was confused but then realized why he had paused. She eased his tension, "ab aap chaahein tho mujhey Mrs. Khan bula sakte hain Mr KhaaaNNN!" She drawled with a big smile.
Flustered, he looked away, "I am leaving. Bye!"
The three women had a chuckle as Zoya blushed and whispered to her self- Mrs Khan'Mrs Khan'
ASAD'S OFFICE
Asad sat at his desk but was barely able to focus on anything. He stared at his blank screen but imagined Zoya in her bridal wear staring at him. She was smiling and enticing him towards her.
"Sir, may I come in?"
"Haan'please come in Prasad."
"Someone just dropped this disc for you sir."
"Kya hai yeh?"
"Aapke nikaah ki photographs sir."
"Oh. Theek hai, yahan side mein rakh do. I am busy right now." Asad pretended to stare at this computer screen. Prasad nodded and wondered silently- "sahib nikaah ke agle din bhi kaam mein masroof hain. He is so dedicated to his work."
As soon as Prasad left, Asad grabbed the CD and inserted it in the disc drive. He walked over and shut his office door and rushed back to see the pictures. With a wide grin on his face, he put the pictures on a repeat slide show cycle and spent the whole morning admiring his bride. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and decided to go home early.
HOME:
"Asad, tum tho ghar jaldi aa gaye?" Dilshaad was surprised, "kya baat hai kaam mein mann nahin lagaa? Hota hai'hota hai." She teased him.
"AMMI!" His body stiffened, "Ek important file ghar par reh gayi thi. I just came to collect it."
"Waise ghar jaldi aa gaye ho tho achcha hai. We have all been invited to Mrs Sharma's house for dinner."
Asad rolled his eyes and plopped on the sofa with his laptop, "I have so much work to catch up Ammi. Yeh nikaah ke chakkar mein mera saara kaam ruk gaya hai. Can I have a cup of coffee?"
"Jao apni begum se kaho. I am a free woman now," Dilshaad turned around to leave.
"Najma kahan hai?"
"College gayi hai. Zoya tumhare bedroom mein hai."
"Ms Faroo'.I mean Zoya wahan kya kar rahi hai?" He feigned anger.
"Bahut shocking hai na Asad? After all tumhari wife tumhare bedroom mein kyun hogi? Yeh ladka bhi na'.buddhu ka buddhu hi rahega." Dilshaad smiled and left.
Asad loosened his tie and suppressed an emerging smile. He carried his briefcase to his bedroom and stood at the door. His eyes scanned the room but she was nowhere. He almost fell backward when he saw her bent over, trying to squeeze her clothes into his closet.
"MS FAROOO'.I MEAN MRS. KHAAA'.I MEAN ZOYA! What are you doing in my closet?"
"Mr Khan? Aap itni jaldi wapas aa gaye? Kaam mein mann nahin lagaa kya?"She teased him.
"Pehle sawaal maine poocha tha!" He stood right behind her, "yeh aap kya kar rahi hain?"
"Aapko dikhta nahin hai kya Mr.Khan? I am just trying to fit my clothes in this closet. Remember last night, aap hi mera suitcase pack kar ke yahan laaye the."
"Galti meri hi thi!"
"So, you want me to move back to the guest room? OK," she got up to leave.
"Zoya! Just calm down. J-Jao- you can adjust your clothes in my closet."
" That's what I have been trying Mr. Khan. Lekin kahin jagah hi nahin hai. Waise, aapke paas itne saare kapde kyun hain?" She asked innocently. His eyes popped at her question.
"Aapko mere kapdon se bhi aitraaz hai?"
"Aitraaz hai!" She replied absent mindedly but then bit her lower lip as both turned red at her comment. She gave him a head to toe glance and averted her gaze, "wo-wo mera matlab-why do you have so many clothes by the way? Ladkiyon se bhi zyaada kapde hain aapke paas."
"Ok fine! I will move some of my old clothes to the guestroom. You can use the remaining space."
"Bahut bahut meherbaani Mr.Khan. Waise mujhey aapki closet mein rehne ka koi shauk nahin hai."
"Mujhey bhi aapke saath closet share karne mein koi mazaa nahin aa raha hai.Majboori hai! Nikaah jo kar liya hai aapse!"
"Galti ki hai tho bhugatna bhi seekhiye Mr. Khan!"
In anger, he removed some of his suits from the closet and walked out to the guest room.
By the time he got back, she had arranged her jeans, tops, salwar suits, lehngas and a few saris in his closet. For a moment, he was in a trance. The sight of her saris sandwiched between his suits aroused a warm and fuzzy feeling in his heart. It was an alien sight for him, but felt so right; almost gave him a feeling of having proprietary and exclusive rights on her.
"Aap aise kya ghoor ghoor kar dekh rahe hain Mr. Khan? I think I have arranged them neatly. Haina? You know it took a lot of effort. Aadat nahin hai mujhey itni neatness ki." She made a dirty face.
"M-Main dekh raha hoon ki aapke paas itni saari saris kahan se aayi hain? Meri saari ki tho apne kurti banaa li thi."
"Tho aapko kya lagta hai Mr.Khan, aapke siva mera aur koi admirer nahin hai?"
"Aapka admirer? What nonsense!"
"Kyun aapne hi tho likha tha ki main sari mein kitni khubsoorat lag rahi thi."
"I must have been out of my mind," he shook his head.
"Chalo achcha hua phir kurti banaa li maine sari ki."
"What else can I expect from a girl like you? Maadern girl! My foot!"
"Theek hai, aisi hi baat hai tho aaj raat Mrs Sharma ke yahan main wo nayi red sari nahin pehnoongi."
"Kyun?" He was disappointed, "wahan bhi jeans mein jaayengi aap?"
"Tho aap chaahte hain main sari pehnun?" Her eyes twinkled as she rolled her tongue in her mouth.
"Aapko jo karna hai kariye!" He slammed his palms together and huffed away to the bathroom to let off some steam.
When he returned, he was stunned to see her perusing through his chest of drawers.
"Ab aap meri drawer mein kya kar rahi hain?"
"MERI EARRING!" She pulled out her missing earring and dangled it in front of her eyes,"kab se dhoondh rahi thi main yeh earring. Mr Khan, yeh earring yahan kya kar rahi hai?"
"M-mujhey kya pata?" He fumbled and averted his gaze, shutting his eyes with embarrassment.
"Did you know it was in your drawer Mr. Khan?" She walked towards him, turning him by his arm, forcing him to look at her. Her face was lit up, as if she had caught a long lost thief red handed, "kisi ki amaanat aise chori chori nahin rakhte Mr.Khan." Her face was flushed with mix of happiness and realization that he was aware of the earring all along.
"Aapko jo sochna hai soch leejiye. I can't help it if you like to imagine things." He turned his back to her.
She touched his shoulder gently and whispered, "don't worry Mr.Khan, ab yeh earring bhi aapki amaanat hai, aur earring waali bhi."
Asad felt blood rush into his cheeks as he tried to suppress a smile on his face. Even though he had his back to her, she could see his reflection in the large mirror in front of his closet door.
'..to be contd'.next in series: Sari Pehen Ni Padhegi Tho?
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