Miscellany Of Desi Tadka

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"Main tumse tumhari marzi puch raha hu... Tum kya khana chahti ho?" He asked and Hareem looked at his face. She was trying to remember the last time when anyone asked about her choice but unfortunately she didn't remember anything like that.

(I'm asking about your wish.. What do you wanna eat?)

"Chi.. Chicken pulao" She replied meekly because for the first time in her whole life she was telling her favourite dish to someone. Waasiq nodded carelessly but she gulped and slowly gather her whole courage to made second demand of her life

"Suniye" She was confused how to call him

(listen)

"Hmm"

"Main aaj khana ghar me hi Bana lu?" She asked in almost no voice and Waasiq shook his head

(May I cook today?)

"Aaj bohot garmi hai, tum thak jaogi!" He replied but she shook her head (it's very hot today, You'll be tired)

"Nahi.. Main nahi thakungi" She replied and Waasiq felt happy that finally Hareem was considering his house as her home, he smiled with a small nod.

(No, I won't)

'' Well, it's your home, so you can Do whatever you like. If you want to cook then cook, just tell me what things do you need" He said and Hareem felt her heart skip a beat.

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Making a cup with her milky white palms and fragile fingers she raised her hands for supplication, After offering Asr namaz. Without any intention Her gaze captured a glance of Waasiq who was laying on the sofa watching the ceiling without blinking, but she ignored him, and closed her eyes to focus on her prayer.

"Ya Allah, help me, please help me.. You always answer others prayers but you don't answer my prayers! why? Am I not a good servant of yours? Maybe I'm not! That's why you always leave my prayers unanswered. What should I do so that you answer my prayers? I pray five times namaz, I do fasting properly, I even offer extra namaz to please you, but you never listen to me. There is no one to help me, I Hope for your help but you also ignore me... why? A mother can't tolerate her children's problems. How can you let me live in this situation... you love seventy times of a mother... then why don't you show your love for me? I'm stuck here with this man who has kidnapped me... Please do something so that I can flee from here..." She complained and shared everything with Al mighty she had with herself in the depth of her heart. And suddenly she was Stunned by a realisation. "But where will I go if he even frees me?" Her heart skipped a beat with this question and she got tears in her already shut eyes.

"Allah paak.. I.. I don't have any place to go. I don't want to go back to those people who sold me." She muttered and two tears rolled out from the corner of her eyes. "I don't have anyone in this world... Please summon me to you. Why you never answer my prayers?" Hareem was lost in the complaint and praying when she jumped on her place, due to a thud in other room. Her heart started beating fast and she looked towards Waasiq with fearful expressions on her face. He gave her an assuring look then hurriedly made his way towards the room and Hareem felt her hands shivering with fear.

"Arey bhai tumne to ek din me hi ghar me tabahi macha di hai... Mera itna Pyaara showpiece tod diya." Waasiq was coming out from the room carrying the cat in his left arm and caressing its head with another hand.

(Dude you've created a good amount of destruction in only a day... You've broken such a pretty showpiece of mine.)

Hareem watched her hands which were still lifted in air for supplication then looked at Waasiq who was talking to the cat. And only one question raised in her heart 'Why did I look at him when I felt scared?'