RAABTA : A collection of short stories

U 8

"Muskaan ... tum mujhe ek chance dogi na" Rohail's hopeful eyes were conveying the desperate state of his mind ... he wanted a chance!!

"Mera dimaag kaam nahin kar raha" Muskaan sighed rubbing her forehead

"Tumhe kuch waqt chahiye" Rohail asked with slumped shoulders

"Nahi...khaana"

"Kya.." Rohail frowned at the unexpected demand

"Khaana chahiye....jaa kar mere liye ek plate bana kar le aayein" Muskaan ordered blowing on her nails

"Ye tum dono bhai-behen ne mujhe naukar samakh liya hai.......us Asim ke bachche ne mujhse subah subah pure ghar ke bartan dhulwa daale" Rohail cursed his brother in law, which was not liked by his lovely wife who snarled.."Hai hi nahin taakat toh mai kya karun"

"Taakat...tumhare bhai ne mujhe harwa diya us din"

"Huh....excuses.."

"Excuses........you think I am making excuses" Rohail couldn't bear the humiliation

"Aur kya......khaana office se bina chhue ghar layenge toh shareer me taakat kahaan se aayegi..." Muskaan took a jab

"Tum apna grudge nikaal rahi ho mujhse" Rohail pouted

"Haan...aur marte dum tak nikaalungi"

"Matlab tum zindagi bhar mere sath rahogi..." His eyes lit up

"Kyun....alag reh kar bhi badle nikaale jaa sakte hain...ghar toh aapka bagal me hi hai........haan agar mere hone waale shohar kahin bahar ke hue toh problem ho jayegi" Muskaan bit her inner cheeks

"What the.........aur ye jo tumhara jeeta jaagta shohar khada hai.." Rohail shouted at the audacity of his wife who shrugged in response
"You are keen on practising celibacy na......toh humaari marriage aise hi annule ho jayegi"

"Tumhe kaise pata chal gaya...tum toh mere sapne me nahin thi" 

"Kaun sa sapna...ye toh haqeeqat hai..." Muskaan had a smirk on her face......her husband bad been blabbering this in his sleep since the time he landed in Dubai.

"Ma..mai consummate karne ke liye taiyaar hun..let's do it" Rohail was now opening his shirt buttons

"Kya..halwa hai kya..." Muskaan exasperated

"Halwa beech me kahaan se aa gaya.....don't distract me...." Rohail marched towards his wife throwing his shirt away

"Arre...din hai abhi....aur waise bhi mujhe bhookh lagi hai"

"Let's tire ourselves some more then I will order your favourite dishes..zyaada bhookh lagegi toh zyaada ache se khaa paogi"

"Baat toh theek hai..lekin" Muskaan couldn't complete her sentence as her husband silenced her with a hard kiss slowly pushing her on the bed..

Muskaan arched her back when Rohail's kisses shifted to her collar bone....

"Bhai..chalein bartan dhoyein..bahut aaraam ho gaya" Asim shouted from the other side making Muskaan push Rohail who took some time to get into his senses....."Muski..." he whined but the next knock made him scowl..
"Asim ke bache .. mai bahar nikal gaya na teri khair nahin..yahin chhod kar chala jaunga tujhe apne Zubair bhai ke paas"

"Huh...meri behen apne iklaute bhai ke sath aisa nahin hone degi"
Asim shouted back

"Tumhari behen meri biwi hai...."

"Toh kya hua... kaha tha na maine..Saari khudai ek taraf joru ka bhai ek taraf...ab zyaada natak na karein aur aa kar mujhe plate dein dho kar"

"Tu ruk" Rohail wore his shirt and opened the door only to receive a fake gasp..."Meri shirt kab nikaali aapne"