Meraki

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Rays of sunshine sprawled on the planet making the dawn gone. A new day is new hope for several and the rest are still in the process of accepting the bitter truth that life unfolds.

Life is unpredictably predictable. You never know what comes next. It may be good or bad. One moment you cry with happiness while you may cry the next moment in sorrow.

Yesterday, was a day to remember for them. Both were expecting love and care from their significant but their way demands differ. One is high on insecurity other is unable to explain himself.

She opens the door of the bathroom only to come face to face with her not-so-lovely husband nowadays. His eyes are slightly red and heavy. Seems like he didn't sleep for a minute last night.

He observes her properly. She's wearing a plum red color dress which compliments her white porcelain skin. Her hair is wet and water droplets run from her neck to her collarbone. Her hair is on the left side where she's drying with a towel making her right shoulder fully exposed to him.

Seeing her like this ignite the fire inside him to have her then and there. For God's sake, it has been almost a fortnight since he touches his wife. He's needy. They are an active couple. According to him, she's his peace, from where he found his solace. It doesn't matter in which mood he is because all he needs is his wife. His Maha to calm him. Just a mere touch of her relaxed his every cell.

She gulped inaudibly looking at his face. The look he has on his face which she's completely aware of. His eyes are filled with love and lust. Fire and desire. Wait did she say, love? No! It is something else that she cannot put a finger on.

She cleared her throat and speak. "Hatiye" He's standing blocking her way.

He gave her side and when she pass him, he also entered the bathroom to have a much-needed cold shower.

He descendant down the stairs buttoning his cuff. He sat at the dining table for breakfast. 

His mother serves him some halwa puri. "Ammi! Aapko pata tou hai mai yeh sab nhi khata." He said eyeing his plate. He is freaking health-conscious.

"Haa malum hai mujhe lekin ekk din khaney se kuch nhi hota." His mother said politely. He used to love halwa puri for breakfast.

"Khizar mujhe college drop kardo, late ho raha hai." She came holding her bag. Since she came here, Khizar drop her college every time.

"Haa dou minute bus." He said checking his mail.

"Tum rehney dou, mei drop kar dunga." He said standing up and sipping his tea.

"Nhi, rehney dey aap. Khizar kardega." She casually replied.

"Yeh Khizar kya hota hai. Bhai bulao, bada hai tumsey umr mei." He pondered on each word indirectly warning her not to repeat this.

His mother and Khizar both looked at him as if he grew horns on his head. This is not the first time she calls him by his name. Nobody has a problem with it except her mother.

"Allah hafiz, ammi. Mei wahi se office chala jaunga." He hold her hand and drag her outside of the house.

"Tayi ammi, yeh Zaef Bhai ko rahe rahe kya hojata hai?" Khizar asked. Because they saw the hidden warning.

He pushed her to the front seat and loudly closed the door. He came to his side and fasten his seat belt.

"Bina wajeh kyun aap dantey mujhey , sab kay samne." She spat.

"Danta nhi hun, bus clearly samjahya hun. Itna tumhey shauq hai tou mera naam  pukara karo, woh tou tum leti nhi." He explained. How can he tell her that he doesn't like her being friendly with others. He wants her attention only for himself.

"Mujhey nhi Lena aapka naam,baat khatam hogai." She behaves immaturely.

"I know very we how to make you scream my name, aur yeh mainey kiya bhi hai." A smirk is plastered on his face.

She is shocked at first then looked down at her lap. She didn't expect him to say this openly. Her cheeks are all red.

"Sharmana band karo aur jao, University aagai tumhari." He is aware of her.

She's about to open the door and run but he holds her hand and pulls her towards himself. He gently kissed her forehead and said. "Abb jao."

She blink multiple times to digest and ran from there. He laughs loudly at her immaturity.

'Yeh itna ajeeb kyun behave kar rahe hai. Inko kuch hogaya hai lagta. I won't allow him next time to go out of town. Did he hit his head there?" She thought to herself walking in the corridor.

He never her gave any forehead kiss in the morning. It was so exceptional. He only gives her after their intimate moment and goes back to sleep. But whatever it is. What is important has she liked it? She liked that he came to drop her off.She clearly remembers she asked him several times before but he denied instantly saying he don't have time.

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Okay, so again the same length as before but a little progress is better than no progress. I'm not getting time to type as am not still done with my exams. They're re-conducting a few subjects.

How was it?

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