Gurya (Doll) / Ehsas e Talluq (Realisation of Relationship)

Part-14

"Umm...I guess ghar chaltay hain.
Maryam and Eshal would be happy to see the kids."
Raima wanted to take them home so everyone could talk freely. Moreover talking to him alone was difficult.
(Umm...I guess we should go home...)

"Jaisa apka hukam." Hassan smiled with mischievousness in his eyes as he wanted to tease her a little.
(As you order.)

'Chichora' Raima thought and muttered Astaghfirullah. (Creep.)

'He is your husband to be. Have some shame and Respect Raima.'
Raima took her bag and picked Ali up.

"Ali mery sath ajayega. OK?"
(Ali will go with me. Ok?)
She asked Ali at the end who nodded his head excitedly and she went outside with him, leaving a frowning Hassan.

'Banda Puch hi leta hai, izzat hi nai.' He murmured and left behind her.
(She didn't even ask me, I have no respect.)
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"Raima beta, Hassan ke sath bahar lawn me jakar baat krlo...nikkah ki shopping wghera ki...nikkah tm dono ka hai...hum baron ka toh nahi."
(Raima dear, go & talk with Hassan in the lawn outside. About Nikkah shopping. It is your nikkah, not ours.)

Raima, Hassan, Nimra and Shazia were sitting in the lounge. Hassan has picked his mother from home while going to her house since he didn't feel like going alone. She wasn't his wife yet. Nimra and Shazia were talking and also made them take part in conversations after every few seconds but they were mostly sitting quietly. Nimra wanted them to talk since she knew Raima would never initiate the conversation. Afterall, the nikkah was supposed to take place in a few days and there were preparations.
Raima sighed and stood up. There was no use of getting tense or denying.

'Allah tera shukr.'
(Thank you Allah)
Hassan said in his heart and stood up after her and went behind her.

"Mr. Hassan ek bat puchun?"
They were walking in the lawn when Raima asked him. First few seconds went in silence as Hassan wanted her to start a conversation while she was confused.
(Mr.Hassan Can I ask you something?)

"Hazar puchen, ijazat kiu lerahi hain." Hassan tilted his head a little to look at her. She was wearing black Jeans with a green Long shirt with a black dupatta in her neck. His hands were at his back while walking. He was wearing a white t-shirt with black jeans.
(Why are you taking permission, you can ask a thousand)

"Aap ye shadi kisi badle ke lye toh ni karrhy?" She kept looking forward as she asked the question that was somewhere in her mind.
Hassan stopped and Raima also stopped. He looked towards her, confused about her words. What did she mean?
(Are you doing this marriage for any revenge ?)

"Kia matlab? Main kiu badla longa apse? Apne konsa meri bhens churai hai."
He was gazing at her face seriously but chuckled at the end.
(What do you mean? Why would I take revenge from you? You didn't steal my buffalo.)

"Nahi I mean maine kafi badtameezi ki thi apse or hath bhi uthaya tha."
She looked into his eyes as she uttered those words. Hassan's mouth hung open at her words.
(No I mean I was very rude and slapped you as well.)

"Ms. Raima aap mujhay itna ghatya samajhti hain? Uff khudaya main mar kiu nahi gaya ye sunne se pehle."
He raised his head towards the sky and opened his hands as if talking to the sky.
(Ms. Rajma you think so low of me? Oh God why didn't I die before hearing this.)

"M-mera matlab—-" Raima frowned at his behaviour and tried to clear everything but was stopped.
(I-I mean.)

"Maine badtameezi bhi maaf kardi. Thappar bhi maaf krdya but ye nai maaf krskta main. Dil tordya apne mera."
He wiped his tears that didn't even exist and left towards inside, leaving a frowning Raima behind.
(I forgave the rudeness, I even forgave the slap. But I can't forgive this. You broke my heart.)