Sahir came out few minutes later in a tshirt and joggers.
He saw eshaal settled on his couch looking somewhere lost.
Sahir walked to her...he held her hand and took her to his bed... He made her sit and settled in front of her.
Whole time eshaal observed how softly he held onto her hand.
He opened his palm...a delicate ring lie in his palm.
He took hold of her left hand and put a the ring on her ring finger.
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Eshaal looked at her hand adorned with a beautiful ring.
Sahir spoke with disappointment in his voice " Woh...mere tournaments ki paychecks se li hai... Iam sorry Mai koi khoobsurat cheez nahi laa saka...this is all I could bring...i know tum isse zyada behtar deserve karti ho...ring bhi aur shohar bhi "
Eshaal looked at him with tears in her eyes... Her heart warmed up at his efforts.
She moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around him.
She spoke "Thank you... Hame yeh bohut khoobsurat lagi... Aap khamakha dukhi ho rahe hai..."
Sahir sat frozen for few seconds letting the fact sink in that eshaal for the very first time came closer to him all by her will.
Slowly he secured his arms around her and pulled her closer to him.
They stayed still for awhile.
Eshaal Giddily breathed his scent which calmed her.
Her warm breaths on his neck made him hold onto her more firmly.
Which made her yelp...sahir loosened his grip immediately and looked at her as she held onto her arm with hurt expression flashing on her features.
Sahir asked her "wound ko dressing last kab ki thi eshaal? "
Eshaal stared at him like a deer caught in headlights.
She opened her mouth to say something then closed it.
She simply shook her head in No.
Sahir clenched his jaw and asked her again " Nahi ka kya matlab hai eshaal?"
Eshaal peeked at him through her eyelashes.
Sahir calmed himself then tried rolling up her sleeve.
But her dress had fitted sleeves which made it impossible.
Sahir gave up the idea of rolling the sleeves.
He got up from his bed and went to his closet.
He came out in few seconds with his kurta.
He placed it in eshaal's hands and spoke " Isme change karlo yeh loose bhi hai aur soft bhi...kyun ki ghaav jitna kapdon se laga rahega uthna gehra hoga "
