Bash ek choti si dua hain,
Jish lamhon mein tum muskurate ho,
Woh lamhe kabhi khatam na ho.

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She sat on the bed, fidgeting with her fingers as she looked around his room which looked quite spacious and classy having all the shades of grey, white and black. It was beautiful with a small library at a corner,sofas which were in brown, her favourite colour,his big photo just behind the bed and the big circular bed at the centre. Her main problem.

She was sitting comfortably while she had her eyes on the door knob. Honestly, she was tired physically and mentally. Though, she was not forced into the marriage but still she needs to mentally get ready with the fact of her being married.

Her breath hitched as she heard unlocking of the door and within seconds, felt the bed dipping due to his weight.

"Assalamualaikum." He said looking at her who nodded, greeting him back.

"You are fine?" He asked, gently taking her hand in his and giving it a light squeeze. She nodded at him as she tried pulling her hands back. As her eyes fell on his face, she stopped wriggling her hands.

"Don't get me wrong. Actually the ring in my hand is hurting me so." She said, passing him an apologetic smile and he immediately pulled his hands back and looked at her henna cladded hands. True to her words, her fingers were a little swollen making him shake his head in disbelief at her.

"You should have opened it atleast." He said pulling away all the rings and bangles softly from her wrist and got up on his feet walking towards the wardrobe as he pulled out the first aid kit.

All the while she looked at him with dreamy eyes which unknowingly filled up. This care she was receiving after many years. She felt her eyes filling up as she looked away, gently wiping the tears before they can escape.

He applied the ointment on her wrist, caressing it all along when his eyes fell on his name shining on her hands.

Asfandyar

He felt his heartbeat stop as he gently caressed it which didn't go unnoticed by her but she kept silent. Unknowingly, her lips curved upwards.

"You should change. Anyway these all jewellery is so etching kinda." He said making a face making her laugh.

"This really is etching me but your clothes are no less." She said indicating his clothes making him smile sheepishly.

"You change in the closet, its attached to washroom but it doesn't have almirah so you will have to keep your clothes in the wardrobe here while I will change in the room. Just give me a minute, I will come after washing my face." He said to which she nodded at him.

As he left, she started opening her jewellery and kept it inside the closet. She touched her scalp and sighed deeply. It was aching badly due to all the spray and bun pins the designer had used and at the moment she felt like cursing designer like anything.

He walked out wiping off his face with towel as he threw the towel on the circular bed, making her scrunch her nose but she didn't said anything.

He started walking towards wardrobe when she called him making him halt all of a sudden hearing her soothing voice.

"Asfandyar." She called out again as he still didn't turned.

"Yes." He finally said, coming out of his trance and looked at her.

"Can you help me with my hairs." She said, her big blue eyes looking at him making him gulp the lumb in his throat as he nodded at her looking at her hairs which were black with specks of brown tied in a tight bun.

They both walked in the closet and stood in front of the mirror. Noth had their eyes locked with each other ad his brown orbs looked through the depth of her soul. She felt naked infront of him. She felt as if he can read it. As if he can see the facade she is living in. As if he can see through her soul. As if he can see the pain her heart went through. He made her sir ok the small chair placed infront of mirror and starred into her blue orbs which were looking at him like she was in some kind of spell.

His hand first pulled out the flowers from her hairs and then freed her from the pins as her hairs fell on her back. All the while, they had their eyes locked. Finally, he passed his hands through her hairs making her feel it as she closed her eyes. He looked at her and backed away when he stopped again listening to her.

"Why you married such an insecure soul like me? You could have gotten anyone,much more beautiful and talented." She voiced out in heavy voice. This was eating her up from days. He knows everything about her. Her insecurities, her hurt, how hard she is but still he choose to marry her.

"Kyunki mujhe koi aur nahi tum chahiye thi. Mujhe tum chahiye thi. I want that carefree Mehreen back who used to angrily glare me when I used to deny anything. Who used to be running here and there like someone had fitted a spring in her feet. Who used to have contagious smile. You have changed allot in these 14 years and I want that Mehreen back."he said, sitting on his knees as he interlocked their hands.

(I don't want someone else. I want you.)

"You are trying at the wrong place Asfandyar."She said pulling her hands away.

"Let me try atleast. Honestly, I don't know if I love you Or not but affect me the way noone could ever do. Since forever. Your everything affects me. Mohabbat hain ya nahi, yeh toh mujhe nahi pata. Lekin itna zaroor pata hain ki sukoon tum ho mera. Aur main bhi tumhara sukoon zaroor banunga. Tum khwabeeda thi, lekin ho nahi. Main woh khwabeeda Mehreen wapas zaroor launga."He finally said and got up on his feet.

(I don't know If I love you Or not. But I know that you are my peace. I will also become your peace. You were dreamy Mehreen but you are not dreamy anymore. I will surely bring back that Dreamy Mehreen.)

"Why are you trying all this? What I am to you?" She said in a whisper, holding his wrist making him smile.

"Even I don't know what you are to me. But I know what you are going to be." He said clicking his forehead with her and left from there while she looked at herself and then at the closed door.

But he again entered making her frown.

"What happened?" She asked looking at him with a frown gracing her forehead.

"I forget to give you gift." He said and pulled out a velvet rectangular box and opened it revealing a gold chain as he slided it around her neck. It was very thin and comfortable with two butterflies.

"You are still yourself. You don't need to change yourself for adjusting in my life. You are a free butterfly and I won't ever try to control you. Just take me and my family as an addition to your life." He said looking at her through mirror and smiled looking at her wgo was gaping like a fish.

"Its costly." She finally voiced out making him chuckle.

"Mehreen, I am your husband. I know you don't really like someone spending money on you but take it as a gift. I won't ever make you feel indebted to me." He said while she didn't for some second but afterwards nodded.

"You are perfect Asfandyar. But I fear myself." She said, looking at his retreating figure and then looked at herself as a tear drop fell off her eyes.

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A word for Asfandyar..

Isn't Asfandyar a dream Guy?

Well, Just informing, such guys are not realistic so don't waste your time praying to get one of it.

I am seriously tired of apologising but I am trying hard to update and complete it alongwith Humraaz. Bear with me😅

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