Mr and Mrs Usman had noticed that something was not right with their younger son and his wife. They had observed the cold vibes and the tension between them. Gaiti had told them about some of the stuff that was happening at the hospital but obviously they didn't know the whole story. It was time to take charge though...
Usman: Zubiya beta main zameeno par jatey howey tumko drop kardonga. Asfi subah chala gaya or driver Gaiti or Saim ko le kar sheher gaya hai. Usman said to Zubiya as she made her way down.
Z: Theek hai dad main bus chai lelon
U: Hospital main sab theek hai? Tum log kuch pareshan ho kiya? He asked her as they sat in the car.
Z: Pata nahi Dad, as far as I know sab theek hai. She responded while looking outside.
U: Dad bhi kehti ho or sahi baat bhi nahi batati. Agar batao gi nahi to Dad tumhari help kaisey kareingey.
Zubiya sighed and turned to look at her father in law
Z: I don't know Dad, Asfand koi responsibility share nahi karna chahtey, unko lagta hai agar kuch bhi hoga to unki reputation kharab hogi. He doesn't realize that there are other people around him that care for him and his prestige just as much as he does. Usman took a deep breath as he heard her.
U: May be us and our past are to be blamed for that. I am not defending him because I know how irrational he can get but losing Daniyal in the manner that we did has put him on guard. I think he feels responsible for restoring our lost honour and somewhere deep down is afraid to bring shame to our name. Everything he has done since that incident is about making me and your Mama proud and taking the burdens of embarrassment from us. Zubiya was dumbfounded by that explanation; she mentally kicked herself for not understanding where her husband was coming from.
U: Beta life is too short and all these things are too small in the grand scheme of things. Ussey laro naraz raho but don't close the doors on your love and each other.
6:00pm
Asfand's phone rang as he came back into his room.
Lubna: Beta tum hospital sey nikal rahey ho?
A: Thori dair main mama, what's up?
L: Woh main or Dad unkey army friend ke ghar per hain dinner ke liye and Gaiti gayi hai sheher driver ke saath. I just wanted to make sure you bring Zubiya with you when you leave. I think she's probably finished now.
Asfand looked at the clock, said okay to his mother and hung up the call. He saw her reading a medical journal in the staff room by herself.
A: Chalo! I am going home. His first words to her in days
Z: Main Dad ka wait kar rahi hon, he's probably on his way. She said without looking up from her journal.
A: Mama and Dad are out for dinner.
Z: Theek hai I will ask Dr. Haroon to drop me. Asfand walked over and picked up her stuff.
A: You will follow me to the car if you don't want to cause a scene here. She looked up at his face and somehow comprehended that he was not kidding (LOL 😆)
She sat looking out the window as he turned the car on.
A: I heard you didn't attend the joint committee meeting while I was away.
Z: Not sure what gave you the impression that I would
A: Perhaps the fact that I told you to.
Z: I am not good with following instructions
A: Oh I am well aware of that. She turned around and looked at him. The rest of the drive went by in silence. She got off the car and saw him come out as well. He picked up her things from the backseat and started walking inside behind her. She went straight to the room and he followed her. She turned around and took the things from his hands and said "Thank you for the ride, you can go back to work now!" He pretended like he didn't hear her.
Z: Why are you following me? She was exasperated...
A: This is my house and I can go wherever I want.
Z: Ghar apka hospital apka please tell me main kahan jakar marron? She yelled. They stood facing each other in the room and he could tell she was on the verge of tears.
A: If all this drama is so we don't talk about the real issues then please don't waste your energy. He said coolly as he folded his arms across his chest.
Z: You know what's dramatic? Your self-righteous behaviour. Sari dunya ka bojh ap per hai. Ap ghar per or hospital main har jaga boss boss kheltey hain. Look at me! I am Mr. Bossman everything must go my way, she mocked as she continued speaking.
Z: You're so full of yourself that you think your own wife is some sort of enemy spy. Oh she must be taking her "friends" side. You're not the only one who's worked hard to gain respect and trust. What if i want to take care of the relationships I have built at work. What if I don't want to be Mrs Boss lady and join these stupid committees and tell everybody what to do. What if I just want to bridge the gap between Mr. Boss man and "my friends" who you think are inferior to you. But nooo Mr. BOSSMAN knows best.
Her rant stumped him this time. He had not thought about it from her perspective and felt like a jerk for the words he had said to her that day. He trusted her with his life and felt awful hearing how she felt.
A: We have to talk Zubiya; I can't read your mind. He tried to pacify her
Z: Nahi ap jayen mujhe shower lekar change karna hai. She turned her back to him so he doesn't see she's breaking down.
A: Don't worry; you can do all of that while I am still here because I am anything but turned on right now. Zubiya turned around again upon hearing that.
Z: Well this should be no problem for you then. She said as she closed the gap between them. She looked at him in the eyes before stepping on his feet and reached for his face. He was taken aback and moved his head back instinctively. She reached out and grabbed his collar with both her hands and pulled his face down to kiss his lips. He stood there amazed and it took all his self control to not give into her kiss. He felt her struggle against his lips as her lips tried to plead him to open up. Zubiya wouldn't be Zubiya if she gave up so she let go of his collar and brought her hands to the hair on the back of his neck. His arms went around her instantly and he pulled his face away as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. He placed her on the bed and descended on top of her with all his weight.
Zubiya started pushing him away with her arms as he tried to imprison her with his body. He grabbed both her arms in his left hand and put them over her head.
A: Seems like you're out of practice, no worries I can show you how it's done. He said as his lips closed on hers. She felt like she was set free even though she was currently overpowered by his hands, lips and body. "This is what heaven must taste like" she thought as she felt him devour her mouth. His right hand went behind her and unzipped and unhooked her quickly. She let out an audible moan as she felt his lips on her collar bone.
Z: Let go of my hands. He lifted his face from her chest and looked at her before slowly letting her hands go. They went around his neck as she hid her face in his neck.
Z: I hate you, she whispered on his neck
A: I know sweetheart I hate me too, he said as he slid her kameez down.
A: Can we please stop fighting? He begged in her ear.
Z: Main nahi larti ap lartey hain. He laughed at hearing that and ran the fingers of his right hand in her hair to bring her face out of hiding. The two teardrops resting on the corner of her eyes were picked up by his lips before they could make their way down. She closed her eyes as his fingers touched her face like it was his first time seeing her. He nuzzled and kissed her face while his hands familiarized themselves with her curves again. The hunger and desire obvious with each movement.
A: By the way, I like being called Mr. Boss man, I should make you call me that in bed. He said chuckling as he continued undressing her.
Z: Huh? Zubiya didn't know what he said as her mind was hazy with what he was doing. She smacked his shoulder with the back of her hand when she understood.
A: Ouch! He laughed as he brought her hands to the buttons of his shirt, she closed her fists. He was aroused to see her be so passionate and resistant at the same time. Everything she did was sensual to him.She held his face in her hands as he unbuttoned his shirt, she traced his jaw and his features with her fingers, ran her hands over his chest like she had imagined each night when he was away. He whispered things to her that she had not heard him say in days. She moaned and laughed with his words. She complained a lot too about everything, he rewarded each complaint. He had missed her and showed her with fervor, just how much. He was aggressive yet caring. He took whatever he wanted and gave back in equal measures, he led, and she followed blissfully. Turned out, she wasn't so bad at following instructions after all.😳
10:30pm
Mr. and Mrs. Usman walked into the quiet house. They saw their younger son in the kitchen putting food and dessert on a tray.
Lubna: Gaiti agayi beta?
A: Jee soo rahi hain.
Lubna: Or Zubiya?
A: Woh bhi so rahi hai, I am bringing some food up. He turned away from his mom as he felt heat crawl up on his face.
Lubna smiled at hearing that, She cleared her throat and said "Make sure you both eat before sleeping" as she walked to her bedroom.
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