Zubiya looked up from where she was sitting on her wedding bed, all decked up, amidst aroma of flowers; when she saw a slight knock and clearing of throat. She knew it was Asfi, yet this new act of letting his presence known, intrigued her. She smiled at him at the same time her eyes asked him the question.
Asfandyar walked in with a goofy grin on his face, his arms folded at his back, looking exceptionally handsome in that golden sherwani that he wore on his nikaah with Zubiya this evening. Another grin and words spilled out like a bubbling fizz from his mouth while he sat next to her on the bed-
"Isse pehle ki tum ye kehti ke, Ye Changez Khan achaanak chaapa kyu maar deta hai har jagah? Banda darwaaza kholke, aawaaz deke ya knock karke bhi toh andar aa sakta hai na?... Maine socha aaj se ek nayi rivaayat(tradition) shuru ki jaaye. Main apne hi kamre mein abse knock karke, aawaaz deke aaya karunga..." he grinned and rolled his eyes in amusement, seeing the shock on her face...
"Main ye sab nahi kehti aapke liye..." Zubiya was feeling mortified at being caught with her exact dialogue that she spat at one of her colleagues.
"Achha? Toh maine ghalat suna tha common room ke baahar?" he asked.
"Aapko na, ye kaan lagaake dusro ki baatein sunne ki aadat chodhne ki koshish karni chahiye." Zubiya turned red.
"Arre, ab mere hospital mein kya chal raha hai, agar uski bhi khabar nahi rakhunga, toh mere employee toh mere sar pe naachne lagenge." Asfi tried putting his point amusedly.
"Dekhiye, main ab sirf aapki employee nahi hoon, biwi bhi hoon... Aur ummeed karti hoon ki aap mujhe apne sar par naachne denge." Zubiya for the first time took the liberty to say something amusing with any male in her life. Or she has always controlled herself in front of her father and brother, for no one would have taken that in the right spirit.
Seeing no amused smile on his face, Zubiya got worried for her faux-pas for the first time. Before she could voice her worry, he took her hand in his as he closed down to her face, and spoke- "Main tumhe sar pe nachaana hi nahi chaahta, Zubiya... Palkon pe bithaana chaahta hoon. Tum yakeenan meri pehli mohabbat nahi ho, lekin tumse zyada mohabbat maine aaj tak kisi se nahi ki hai... Aur na kar paaunga... Mere pyaar ki shiddat ka andaaza tum iss baat se laga lo, ki main tumhari zindagi ki unn sabhi mehroomiyon ko poora karna chaahta hoon, jo tumhe apni ab tak ki zindagi mein mehsoos hui hain. I promise to love you to no end..."
Her eyes clouded with tears, and she dropped down her lashes, for she didn't want him to see her crying. Nevertheless, her tears had a mind of their own, as they spilled over her red cheeks.
"Dr. Zubiya, kyaa aap apni shaadi ki pehli raat iss tarah ro-dho ke shuru karengi?" he asked.
"Mujhe nahi pata aagey kya hoga... Par iss waqt aisa lagta hai Jaise mujhe aapke saath aur sahaare ki bohot zaroorat hai... Thak si gayi hoon apne wajood ki ladaayi ladte-ladte... I hope, aapke saath se main khud se ladna band kar doon." She confessed.
"Insha Allah taala!" he held her hand tight.
"Thank you Dr. Asfandyar!" she wiped her cheeks with her henna coloured hands.
" Asfandyar, Asfan, Asfi... All are okay... I hope my wife can skip with the doctor part..." he smiled as he closed in.
"But when your husband is treating your ailing heart, he still is my doctor... Isn't it?" she smiled, as her forehead touched his in deep sense of surrender.
~Thanks for reading~
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