Sahil OS Jealous Jallad Jin

Aahil had been in his room, no, their room, pacing up and down, sometimes sitting with his hands folded in fists. He was waiting for Miss Dhabewali who had gone out, obviously with Rehaan. What did she think of herself? That she could continue her affair and he won't say anything? She was crossing her limits. He would set her straight the moment she returned.

More than anything, he felt an ache. A horrible, torturous ache, thinking about the fact that the woman he loved was roaming around with a man, none other than his brother. His nails almost dug through his skin as he thought about it, letting anger and venom block out his heartache.

The doors swung open, and the moment she closed them, he was there, in front of her, pinning her between himself and the door. He looked into her eyes and saw innocence. He scoffed and pulled her to him, his hands on her forearms and now questioned her.

"Kahan gaye thi tum? Rehaan ke saath?" He asked, his eyes staring down at her with rage.

This man was unbelievable. Sanam was beyond aghast at his behavior but then reminded herself he was Jallad Jin.

"Aapko kya farak padta hain Aahil,ki main kahan ja rahe hoon, kyun ja rahe hoon, kab ja rahe hoon, kiske saath? Main hui kaun aapki?" She snapped. She had had enough of him. His attitude.

"Shayad tum bhool chuki, lekin tum meri biwi hoon."

"Haan toh?"

"Haan toh? That's what you have to say.?"

"What else should I say Aahil?"

"Are you out of your mind? You're a married woman. My wife. What is the need to loaf behind Rehaan?"

"What? You are disgusting. He is my good friend. That's all! And he was helping me. You have no idea that my Ammi aur Ab..." She started and then paused as the thought of her Ammi and Abbu made her throat go dry.

"Forget it. You won't understand all this."

"Of course! Don't tell me anything! Tell your husband's brother. It's not like I matter anyway."

"Aahil, you know it's not like that. I've said already, Rehaan is just my good friend. And as a good friend he speaks with me nicely, is there for me when I'm crying. You can't understand that because every time you see me you shout! You behave rudely and insult me. You make me cry. What's my fault if when you behave like this, that I accept Rehaan's kindness?" She shouted, gritting her teeth, pouring out her unanswered questioned that were building inside her. What right did he have to behave like this when he wouldn't even take her on or care for her?

Aahil promptly stepped away. He chuckled painfully as he released her arms. She really thought he was stupid.

"Kindness? You think that's being kind? Sanam stop pretending. Stop lying for your beloved Rehaan. I know everything. I know that you both love each other"

Sanam's face contorted into pure horror. The audacity of the man standing before was ridiculous. What made it even worse is that he was her husband. How dare he? She felt something explode in her. She released her fist and before she could think she raised her hand to plant a slap on his cheeks. How dare he question my character.

"Ouch" she cried as he caught her hand in midair, wrapping his fingers around her wrist tightly, too tightly.

"Aahil leave me!" she yelled. To this, he used his other hand to snake around her waist and pull her flush against him, gripping and digging his fingers into her waist.

"What do you think of yourself?" He spat.

"Let go!" she grunted, struggling to get out of his grip.

"Aahil chodo mujhe!" He held her tighter, and stared menacingly, his eyes challenging her to even try to break free.

"Aahil. You're hurting me!"

He saw tears forming in her eyes and immediately loosened his grip, causing her to fall back against the door due to the impact of his sudden release.

"And what do you think I'm feeling Sanam? I'm hurting. My wife spends time with another man who loves her."

"Rehaan is not like that. Stop it Aahil. We're just friends."

"Shut up! He loves you. He told me everything. He wanted to propose you at my wedding. Then we ended up... I guess this is your way of getting revenge right? Kudos to you two"

"What? Rehaan.. mujhse.. pyaar?" Sanam was dumbfounded at this newly found information.

Aahil who had turned away from Sanam, looked at her now, baffled. The expression on her face clearly said she was oblivious and was astonished by this information. Did she really not...

"Yes" he said curtly.

"Aahil. I swear I didn't know anything. In fact how can you say that. I'm sure Rehaan... He's just a friend."

"Didn't he confess to you?"

"What? I'm hearing this for the first time."

"I saw him confessing to you." He went on to explain about that night.

"Haan. That night I did meet him outside but he never told me anything. In fact I left from there early."

Aahil then sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped in his lap.

The sound of Sanam's wincing broke the dead silence that ensued.

She looked at her hand, his finger prints raw and red on her pale skin.

He looked at her and saw her lifting her arm and watching the spots on her arm. He felt his entire soul being washed over with guilt.

Not knowing what to do, he removed his shoes and socks and turned off the lights and laid on his side of the bed.

Pulling the blanket up to cover himself, he said softly " It's late. Go to sleep."

Sanam was standing still. She was totally confused and overwhelmed by the turn of events.

Rehaan loved her? All this time she had no idea. No wonder he was being so kind to her. She thought it was just because of their friendship but now she realized it was much more. In fact, Aahil's sudden hostile behavior made sense after he saw Rehaan wiping her tears.

But why was Aahil so affected? He really thought Rehaan's love was requited. Suddenly this thought was most appealing. Was Jallad Jin.. jealous?

"Nahi! Impossible" she thought, not realizing she said it aloud.

"What?" Aahil asked.

"Umm nothing" she replied and went around to her side, and laid down.

She fiddled with her hands as she pulled her blanket up to her.

"Sss" she hissed and her blanket brushed against her forearms.

Aahil felt even worse. He jolted up automatically and stretched out a hand toward her.

"I'm fine" she said quietly and turned the other way.

She saw his shadow and realized he was still sitting up, looking at her.

"If that's what was bothering you, you could have just asked. What was the need to do this?" she bit back her tears.

"If I had questioned you, would you have answered? Besides main hui kaun aapki?"He asked bitterly, repeating her question.

"Meri shauhar. No matter how when or why this marriage happened, you are my husband. You have every right to ask me. But just do not question my character." She said , moving her foot.

Aahil was a bit taken aback at this answer. He didn't expect her to accept the fact that she was his husband. She was still moving around, even though her eyes were weary and tired. When she had walked into their room he had notice she looked tired and worn out, even as if she had been crying but his anger got the better of him before he could ask her if she was okay.

A short silence followed and she stopped moving around on the bed. He took it she was near to falling asleep. He knew he couldn't sleep without knowing for sure. Everything she had said indicated the answer but he wanted to hear it straight out from her. He felt he still needed to ask.

"So... you do not love Rehaan?"

"If I had more energy I would have had it with you for asking me this," she said sleepily, " but no, I don't."

She fell into a slumber soon after, leaving Aahil awake in his thoughts.

He replayed her words in his mind.

A small smile made its way onto his face.

"Toh main aapki shauhar hoon?" he said quietly, smiling at her back which was facing him.

He sighed contentedly. "That's more than enough for me" he said before closing his eyes.

Next morning, Sanam woke up. Aahil had apparently already left for office. She readied herself and then came out to tidy their room. Her arms ached not to mention that they stung under the water when she took her bath.

She took a deep breath and shook it off, feeling slightly contented that Aahil was jealous, whther he said it or not.

She was about to fold the blankets when something caught her eye on the side table on her side of the bed.

A note was attached to a tube. She furrowed her eyebrows and walked over to the table.

"I hope this can at least heal some of your wounds. Sorry.

- - Tumhara

Shauhar"

She read the note and then detached it from the tube. It was a tube of ointment to reduce pain and burning in bruised areas.

This gesture of Aahil irked her. She couldn't help but smile.

She quickly tidied up the room and was about to apply the ointment when an idea struck her. On a similar note, she wrote "Thanks Jealous Jallad Jin" and left it on his side table.