I B R A H I M' S P O V
I texted her and smiled at the screen. Cute!
I entered my office and switched on to my work mode. After an hour or so, my phone started ringing. I smiled widely when I saw the picture of her, Mira. I had captured it when she was folding her prayer mat and didn't even notice that her husband was being a photographer here. She looked so serene and innocent.
Suddenly the picture vanished making me realise that the call has been cut cause I was too busy in staring at her picture.
I hurriedly called her again but the line was busy. Maybe she's calling me.
My phone ranged again when I picked it up I saw Mira's picture appear again. I quickly picked up the call before I, again, get lost in her mesmerising eyes. So cheesy. My subconscious had to nitpick.
I kept it near my ear just to hear my sweet wife's voice. No puns intended I tell you!
"IBRAHIM SHAFIN SAYED?! WHY WERE'NT YOU PICKING UP THE CALL?!" She shouted through the phone.
That was difficult question to be answered.
"I-" She, ofcourse, cut me off.
"AND WHY WAS YOUR CALL BUSY WHEN I CALLED YOU SECOND TIME. SAY?!" She is furious.
"Mi-" She is not giving me any chance to talk. Its better I shut my mouth. You know my mantra: Happy wife, happy life.
"AND THE MAIN PURPOSE OF CALLING YOU: WHERE HAVE YOU KEPT THE AIR CONDITIONER'S REMOTE?! WHY ARE'NT YOU ANSWERING?!" She hollered.
"When my sweet wife will allow me to talk, then only I can speak na." I replied calmly. I can imagine her blushing right now.
"Uh. . . um I-I just called you to ask about the remote. Kahan rakha hai tumne?" At first, she started stuttering but later she spoke in a very fast speed but not that fast that I couldn't understand. (Where have you kept?)
"What will I get in return if I tell you where the remote is?" I decided to tease her a little but-
"A BIG FAT PUNCH! Want that?"
"Why so violent 24/7?"
"YOU WANT TO TELL RIGHTNOW OR I SHALL COME THERE AND LET YOU TASTE THE PUNCH?!"
"Yes please come here at the office. Wese bhi bohot yaad aa rahi hai tumari." (I am missing you alot already.)
"I really made a mistake by calling." She groaned.
"A great person said that mistakes are sometimes the best memories of your life." I quoted. I don't even know whether it's an actual quote or not but we are keeping that a secret.
"Rahim." Oof, my name never sounded this beautiful before. "Tell me please. Its very hot here." I heard her plead.
"See what my mere presence can d-" I was continuing teasing but Mira is Mira.
"IBRAHIM TELL ME RIGHTNOW OR ELSE YOU'LL SLEEP IN THE BALCONY TODAY! AND WHEN I SAY IT ILL DO IT, THEN IT MEANS ILL MAKE YOU SLEEP IN THE BALCONY, UNDERSTAND?!" She was serious this time. Her tone said it all.
"Geez, fine, I can't bare you suffering in pain. Its under the dressing table. Actually today it fell from my hand when I switched it off today and I was very lazy to pick it up." I explained her scratching the back of my head.
"Whom did I marry?" I heard her muttering to herself in hushed voice.
"A gentleman who loves his wife till death."
"Aren't you a little bit of cocky? Anyway bye now. And sweating in summer season is not like I am suffering from any intense pain."
"But that's enough for me to get worry for you."
The line was quiet for sometime when she decided to speak.
"Okay. I'll keep now AllahHafiz (Parting greeting of Muslims. Basically meaning let God be with you)." Oh God So early?
"Hey Mira!" I called out. "Listen. . . Actually I am coming home early today. So can you please make Shahi Tukrey for me? Please!" I requested her.
(Shahi Tukrey- is a famous South-Asian dessert.)
"No. Never. I'll inform Aunt Maroosha that you'll come home early. Bye now." I was not expecting but I just tried my luck. But one day she will make them for me.
"By the way are you still going for a sleepover at Nada's place?" I inquired her.
"Ofcourse....duh" She replied back, her tone obvious.
"When will you leave for it then?" I asked her.
"Seven o' clock. But why are you asking me all this? Are you a CBI officer?"
"No. But I am your husband. Yes you're an independent woman and you can go wherever you want to but still what can I do. I care about you na."
"Whatever. AllahHafiz now."
"Wait!" I exclaimed. "I need to ask you something. Can I ask?"
"If I tell you not to then will you not ask me?" She retorted.
"No. I'll still ask."
"THEN WHY DID YOU ASK THEN?!
"Umm...chivalry?" That also came out as question.
"Just ask already." She said in a bored tone.
"Are you tired?"
"Huh? Why did you ask?"
"Because you've been running in my mind lately."
"RAHIM?!" She screeched "WAIT TILL YOU COME BACK HOME! ILL TELL WHETHER I AM TIRED OR NOT! NOW CUT THE CALL!" She got really angry. God what will she do when I return home.
"Okay bye, darling, love ya."
"Ya, whatever bye now." And the line was cut.
I turned back and saw Fahad smiling at me. Creep.
"Since how long you've been standing here?" I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Past two minutes. I wish I could hear the whole talk. I still can't believe you are talking to Mira like that. It's difficult to digest." He marvelled.
"Yes." I nodded at him. "Ab accha lagta hai usse baat kar ke. Even before I hated her, there wasn't a single day passed when I didn't irritate her. Irritating her was my habit. She has become my habit." I expressed. (Now I feel good talking to her.)
"Oh God!" He gasped. "Now that you've said all these things it makes me go and marry someone."
"Oh....You wanna marry? Which poor soul will marry you?" I mocked him. He's not bad. I mean his looks are good and has a company not to forget his nature's also good. Any girl can say yes to him. But his stupidness is a different topic.
"I don't know." He chuckled.
"You know there's this girl, Nada, her best friend, you can try your luck." I winked at him.
"Did she attend your wedding?" He asked sceptically.
"Ya man. She's like a sister to me and Mira's best friend too. Ofcourse she had to attend."
"Don't tell me she's the one who is short." He asked with wide eyes.
"There are many girl according to the description you've mentioned." I gave him a bored look.
"The one with green eyes."
"That has to be her." I replied him.
"Then never will I ever try my luck with her!" He sneered.
"Why? What happened?" I was curious to know.
"Man! She's just like Mira. Always fighting-"
"Hey that's my wife you are talking about!" I cut him off.
"I was going to say no offence. But buddy that's the truth. She fought me all the time just because of some stupid rituals." He explained.
"I remember she was fuming because she fought with some mannerless guy-" At this Fahad glared me. "According to her." I put up my hands in surrender. "Anyway let's continue with our work already I have to go home early." I informed him.
"Oooo...plans, eh?" I glared at him as we resumed back with our work.
The clock striked six o'clock and I bid my goodbyes and drove to home.
I reached home and searched for Mira in our room but I didn't find her. Where she could be?
I had a shower and changed into my t-shirt and sweatpants and started my hunt to find my sunshine.
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CHAPTER PUBLISHED ON: 01/05/19