Sari Pehen Ni Padhi Tho: OS
Here are the links to the previous 'tho' series:
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
Room share karna padha tho? https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/qubool-hai/3587745/room-share-karna-padha-tho-os
In my last OS, I had mentioned that they have all been invited to Mr.Sharma's for dinner but I have changed it a bit. Some people advised me to change it to their Valima as a nikaah is considered incomplete without a Valima.
"Asad beta, tum yahan kya kar rahe ho? Jaldi tayaar ho jao. Hum sab ko banquet hall time se pahunch na hai. Aakhir aaj tum dono ki Valima ka jashn manaaya jaa raha hai." Dilshaad was surprised to see Asad in the living room, immersed in his laptop. After the earring catch, he had felt a bit sheepish and had taken refuge in his laptop in the living room. Zoya's piercing and teasing gazes had unnerved him; he prayed that she wouldn't bring it up those earrings again.
"Jee ammi. Bas yeh kaam khatam kar loon."
"Theek hai tum aur Zoya baad mein aa jaana. Main aur Najma jaa rahe hain. After all, saare arrangements check karne hai na?"
"AMMI!" He jumped up, "wo-wo actually, hum sab saath hi kyun nahin chalte?"
"Kyun, biwi ke saath aane mein sharam aa rahi hai kya?" Dilshaad chuckled, "waise bhi Zoya aaj sari pehen rahi hai. Kuch time tho lage ga na bechari ko tayyar hone mein."
"AMMI! She is not a bechari!" He rolled his eyes.
"Ab jaisi bhi hai, wo tumhari responsibility hai. Main nikal rahi hoon. NAJMA! Beta, let's go. Bhaijaan aur bahu baad mein aa jaayenge." Dilshad walked off with a smile on her face.
ASAD'S BEDROOM:
Zoya, dressed in her blouse and petticoat had the six yards of her heavy red sari scattered all around her. She was obviously struggling to get the heavy embroidered silk sari on her. Perched on a stool was her iPad. Periodically, she checked the Youtube video on 'how to wear a sari.'
As he walked in, Asad got the shock of his life. His jaw dropped. There was Zoya standing amidst a shroud of the red sari, totally oblivious of her surroundings, eyes glued on the iPad.
"Ms Farooo…I mean Mrs.Kh…I mean Zoya. Yeh aap kya kar rahi hain?"
"Oh aap? Mr. Khan, abhi mujhey disturb nahin kariye. I have no time for your bitter words right now. Mujhey concentrate karne deejiye."
"I thought aapko sari pehen ni aati hai."
"Aati hai….lekin aapne yeh sari dekhi hai?" She lifted the heavy silk in her palm, "it's like a space suit! Na jaane kaun aisi sari pehen sakta hai?"
"Shareef aur tehzeebdaar ladkiyan!" He folded his arms and gave her a dirty look.
"Too bad Mr.Khan! Ab tho aapko meri jaisi badtameez or bina tehzeebdaar ke saath hi nibhaani padhegi."
"Yeh sab aapki galti hai!"
"Agar aap help nahin kar sakte hain, tho please yahan se chale jaaiye. I don't have time for your sarcastic comments."
"Help? Aapka dimaag tho kharaab nahin ho gaya hai?"
"Theek hai, I think I will just wear jeans and a top."
"Jeans? Apne Valima mein kaun jeans pehen ke jaata hai?" He was appalled.
She looked helpless. Her hair tousled all over her face made her look as innocent as a school girl who was trying to fit into an uncomfortable outfit for the first time. He wanted to run over and grab her in his arms.
"O-okay-a-aap-chaahti hain tho-tho main help k-karne ki k-koshish kar sakta hoon." He stammered.
"Aap help karenge?" Her face lit up, "okay. Just follow this youtube video and hold these pleats."
Slowly, he came forward. Even though, disheveled, with no makeup and not in her most gracious appearance, she looked really attractive. Whether it was her bare collar bones or her long neck, he felt his legs had turned into gelatin as he approached her.
"Please hold these pleats Mr.Khan!" She yelled matter of factly, "bahut mushkil se set ki hain maine."
He averted his gaze from her neckline and obediently stretched his hand to hold onto the pleats. As soon as their fingers brushed against each other, the stack of pleats slipped from his fingers and landed on the floor.
"Mr.Khan!"
"I-I-am sorry. Wo-wo-actually. Sab aapki galti hai! Aapne theek se nahin pakdi thi pleats!" He made a quick comeback.
"Ab aap ko hi pleats set karni padhengi Mr. Khan. After all you are an architect, line mein cheezein arrange karna aapka profession hai."
He rolled his eyes, "yeh koi building nahin hai Ms…I mean Zoya."
"Tho building samajh kar hi help kar deejiye." She chuckled.
He gave her a dirty look but then got down to business.
Patiently and meticulously, he folded the pleats one by one between his long fingers. Zoya had a faint smile on her face. Her eyes wandered between his fingers and his face. She gazed at him lovingly; she was amazed at his precision with his measurements. She didn't want that moment to end. It was sweet and very intimate. Her Mr. Khan had come a long way, she thought.
MITWA…..
"Yeh rahi aapki pleats. Pleats inhein kehte hain Ms- I mean Zoya!" He looked up with pride. Her intent gaze on him fazed him a bit. He tried to say something, but her smile rendered him wordless.
They were lost in each other's eyes. Gently, she placed her palm on his hand that held onto the pleats firmly.
"I can manage now. Thanks Mr. Khan." She lowered her gaze; her face flushed.
They were both aware of their effect on each other. While he didn't want to let go of the sari, she didn't want him to step away. Beads of sweat covered their foreheads as their hearts raced in unison.
"I think I should get ready now" He looked away guiltily.
"Yes Mr.Khan. Phoophi hamara intezaar kar rahi hongi." Reluctantly, he handed over the pleats to her. With her fingers trembling, she turned away to tuck them in. With her back facing him, he noticed her reflection in the mirror as the pleats guided their way below her naval button. He couldn't take it anymore; he shut his eyes, picked the long pallu of the saree and wrapped it around her shoulders, "you are right. We should leave soon." In the mirror, she noticed he was looking away, his eyes shut. She knew it was getting hard for both of them. There was no doubt that both were mutually attracted to each other. Staying in the same room had opened a Pandora's box of desirous feelings but she knew both needed time to release these cravings.
She pulled the pallu over to cover herself and excused herself, "main guestroom mein tayyar ho jaati hoon. Aap yahan ready ho jaaiye."
"Good idea." He sighed with relief, "Once I am ready, I will wait for you in the living room."
"Jee." She walked off with her make up bag.
After a few minutes, both walked into the living room. She, dressed in her heavy red silk sari, gold jumkas, beautiful necklace with her hair free flowing in gentle curls, he in a black sherwani with a red handkerchief in the pocket.
They paused and admired each other from head to toe. No words were exchanged, but she could read that elusive smile in his eyes. She didn't seek any verbal compliments from him anymore. The dreamy look in his eyes was enough to please the woman in her. Zoya blushed and lowered her gaze.
MITWAA…..
Asad's phone disrupted their trance.
"Haan ammi! We are just leaving the house." Asad rolled his eyes as he hung up, "dekha aapki wajah se kitni late ho gaye hum?"
"Meri wajah se?" She frowned, "of course, aapki tho purani aadat hai saara blame mujh par daalne ki."
"Now don't deny it Ms….I mean Zoya. Agar aapne pleats dhyaan se pakdi hoti tho hum late nahin hote."
"Too bad!" She scowled, "ab nikaah kiya hai tho late hone ki bhi aadat daal lee jiye. Unless you want me to wear jeans everywhere."
He growled. "Kaash aami had warned me about these side effects of a nikaah."
"Same here!" They both bickered all the way to the car.
….next: date par jaana padha tho?...
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