Anisha woke up the next morning at 12 am , feeling the emptiness of the bed beside her. Hurt pierced her heart as she wondered why he always drifted away after they made love. The only morning he stayed after making love with her was when it was their first time.
As Anisha was lost in her thoughts, Maryam Khala knocked on her bedroom door, interrupting her thoughts . She invited Maryam Khala inside.
"Betha tum jab uthi thi tab bula la thi mein Nasta leke aa jati . Mein toh soch rahi thi abhi tak so rahi thi " Said Maryam khala , she was carrying a tray of breakfast
"Abhi uthi hoon khala" she told her softly
"Accha chaldi jao muh haat do ge aajo aur nashta karlo Maryam khala asked her after putting the breakfast tray on the couch table.
Anisha nodded went to fresh up
As Anisha returned, freshened up, and found Maryam Khala standing beside the couch, she asked curiously, "Khala, khari kyun hein? Bethiye na."
Smiling warmly, Maryam Khala replied, "Nahi beta, bohot kaam hai."
Maryam khala smilingly told her "Karonda(cranberry ) ka juice, chicken sandwich, boiled eggs, chicken soup, aur fresh fruit dahi ke sath."
Anisha, sitting on the couch, asked hesitantly, "Itna khuch, khala, mein kaise khaungi?"
Maryam Khala couldn't resist teasing and quipped, "Khao, khao, tumhe toh zarurat hai kal raat ke baad."
Blushing at her words, Anisha protested, "Khala, tang na kare."
"Meri bachi, hamesha khush raho," Maryam Khala said affectionately, patting her head, and Anisha hugged her tightly.
To Anisha, Maryam Khala& her mother in law were like a second mother, sent by God after the loss of her mother.
Then, Khala added softly, "Mujhe pata hai tumhe bura lagta hai jab Hamza baba tumhe nazar andaz karta hai, par ek baat bolu, woh tumhe bohot ishq karta hai," causing Anisha to look up at her.
"aapko lagta hai wo mujhe ishq karta hai" Anisha asked , tears were welling up in her eyes
Maryam Khala explained, 'Beta, woh bachpan se bohot khamosh hai, humesha apna ishq muh se kehke nahi dikhata hai.'
"Toh usse baat karo, apna masla batao," Maryam Khala suggested.
"2 saal se baat karne ki koshish kar rahi hoon, khala. Aapne toh khud dekha hai na, kaisa woh mujhe ignore karta hai," Anisha lamented.
"Par ab lagta hai ke woh mujhse dur ho raha hai," Anisha sighed, her voice tinged with resignation. "Kabhi kabhi lagta hai ke woh mujhe samajh hi nahi aa raha hai."
Maryam Khala reached out and placed a comforting hand on Anisha's shoulder. "Tumhe toh pata hai nah kitna bura tarah se uska dil toota hai, Anisha," she offered gently. "Usko thora samay do . Dekha nahi pehle se kitna badal gaya hai woh . Khud se zyada tumahri care karta hai aur dekhna phir tumse ishq Ho jayega"
Anisha looked at her with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "Sach, Khala?" she asked, her voice hopeful yet uncertain.
"Haan, beta," Maryam Khala nodded reassuringly. L
With a supportive smile, Maryam Khala squeezed Anisha's shoulder gently. "Allah tumhe himmat de, beta," she said softly. "Sab theek ho jayega."
"Anisha, dekho, mein tumhare saath gappe lagaana baith gayi," Khala said, trying to lighten the mood. "Accha, mein chalti hoon. Nashta pura khatam kar nahin toh tumhare Shohar daate ga mujhe."
Anisha couldn't help but smile at Khala's attempt to cheer her up. She nodded gratefully as Khala left the room, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort in her presence.
Anisha sighed sitting on the bed as she finished her breakfast. Just as she was about to take her medicine , a nagging thought tugged at her memory. She hesitated, then reached for her phone and dialed her husband's number.
"Hello," Anisha said when he picked up.
"Suno Anisha," her husband replied, his voice rushed. "Listen, hum a ek shaadi mein jaana hein . Toh 8 baje se pehle tyaar rehna"
Anisha's heart sank. Another social obligation, another night of pretending everything was fine. "Ji" she murmured, masking her disappointment.
As she hung up the phone, Anisha couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that enveloped her. She longed for her husband's affection, for a connection that went beyond social events and empty conversations.
At 7:30, Hamza entered the room and noticed that Anisha wasn't there. He walked over to the closet and found his beautiful wife adorned in a pastel pink saree, delicately applying her makeup.
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Hamza approached Anisha from behind, his touch tender as he caressed her waist. Anisha, engrossed in her makeup, was taken aback by his unexpected touch, but a soft smile graced her lips as she leaned into his embrace, relishing the warmth of his presence.
Anisha's voice quivered as she turned to face Hamza, her eyes meeting his with a mix of surprise and anticipation. "Aap kya kar rahe hain?" she asked, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his hand exploring the exposed skin of her bare waist.
In the charged silence that followed, Hamza's gaze held Anisha's with unwavering intensity, his touch sending a rush of heat coursing through her veins.
Without a word, he leaned in closer, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck as he whispered huskily, " bas apne biwi ko dekh raha hoon ."Anisha's heart raced as she heard his words
Lost in the heat of the moment, Anisha's breath hitched as Hamza's lips trailed along her neck, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
Just as they were lost in the intensity of the moment, they heard a knock at the door. It was the maid, interrupting their private moment.
"fuck " he cursed under his breath, annoyance flickering across his face as he went to answer the door. Anisha couldn't help but chuckle softly at his frustrated expression.
