Yours, Eternally

Something New

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I have changed the title of the previous chapter, so it's not in parts now.

I intend to change the direction of this story slightly now.

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Tara

"Woh ik katra ankhon se, najaane kab behna hai. Woh badley ga taqdeer, woh mera bhi to Khuda hai." I sang out the OST from the drama Bandhay Ek Dour Se*.

*Apologies for my obsession with drama OSTs. Trust me, they're worth it. 

I grabbed my hairbrush. "Magar yeh dua hai meri, khush rahe duniya teri..." I pretended like I was a pop star and I sang into my brush.

*Translation: But it's my wish that your world stays happy [basically 'you' stay happy]." 

Zain was at work, and I was trying to clean my room. Emphasis on the word 'trying'. Each time I attempt any sort of housework, I end up singing like I was in a singing competition. 

Zoha always used that famous dialogue on me: "Did the doctor accidentally drop you on your head when you were born?", while Mama always heard the dialogue, "Kya khaya tha iske waqt?", meaning 'what did you eat while you were pregnant with her?'. 

I swear, us desi people have a common phrases dictionary, and these two phrases definitely belong in there. I had a shorter day at work today, and I had excitedly come home for some 'Me Time'. 

I swear, I felt like Sir Quackers was mocking me, sitting against my headboard. I couldn't help laughing at myself. "Get used to, Quackers. I'm weird. I'm like this. Love me or leave me, I don't care." 

I heard the front door unlock and I immediately set the hairbrush down. "Don't judge me, Quackers. I can't make a fool of myself in front of him. You should understand that." Suddenly my eyes widened as I smelled something delicious. "Biryani!" Shrieking, I raced out and down the stairs, where Zain was standing in the foyer, holding a white bag with containers. 

At the top of the stairs, I acted nonchalant, and calmly headed downstairs. "Assalam Alaikum."

"Walaikum Assalam!" He grinned. "Your shriek could be heard all over the neighbourhood, so you can drop the act." 

"The shriek was solely for the biryani." I reached to grab the bag from him, but he moved it away. "Zain!"

"Ask me nicely, and it's yours." He continued to look amused.

"Zain..." I narrowed my eyes at him.

He walked into the kitchen, still carrying the bag, laughing.

"Zain, come on! Don't tease me regarding food! You know that's wrong, and basically illegal." I followed him. 

I was genuinely making an effort, but for now, our marriage was basically back on square one: friendship point. We laughed, talked and teased each other, but there was no hugging, kissing, handholding, and certainly no intimacy. It was hard, but it was necessary. I wanted to build our trust back up from scratch again. Zain had, in general, been a good and honest husband so far, which is why I was willing to easily give him another chance. See? Honesty has its benefits.

He set the bag down onto the kitchen counter and then turned to face me. "I felt like having biryani tonight, so I bought some...for myself." 

"Only truly cruel people don't share biryani!" I glared at him.