"Aapko aisa kyu lag raha hai ki ye bass ek samjhauta hai? Mana humari hazri nahi thi aapke samne inn do maheeno main, magar jism o jaan se begum manaa hai apko. Jis din khuda ne humse apko joda tha, uss din se kewal aapke ho gae hai hum." Arham's voice contained utmost sincerity.
And Ruhi could feel it. A little smile made its way on her face.
"Kya aap humein apna shohar manti hai?" He asked aswell. Not only shy aroung woman, he was also an insecure man with a caring heart for his loved ones. He needed constant assurance and Ruhi was yet to know this.
"Beshaq. Apko aisa kyu laga ki hum apko apna shohar nahi maante. Aap hai humare shohar, aur shaan. Aur humesha rahenge. Bass khuda ke khatir iss halal rishte se abb muqre na. Iss dil ne ek baar jhel liyaa, dobara seh na paega bechaara iss berukhi ko." Her voice was fragile.
Even Arham could feel it.
So he did what he thought was better than any verbal confrontation to her worries.
He embraced his legal wife. For the first time in both of their lives, they came in contact. Not only with each other but also with any human rather than their respective parents.
"Abb kabhi nahi. Aap, aur hum. Aur humari duniya." He said while having the intelligent beauty aka his wife in his hands.
Slowly, her stiffened body loosen up and she too wrapped her arms around his well built self.
"Humare Arham." She mumbled.
"Humari Rooh." He replied.
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