Jaan-E-Mustafa

TWENTY

MARIA MUSTAFA AHWAAN'S POV

Mir was finally home. Yesterday he was discharged from the hospital. I had to leave him there and come home early because I had to shift our things temporarily to the room at the ground floor of our villa, so that Mir could avoid climbing stairs completely.

He was behaving all grumpy when I told him, I have to go back home and Osama will stay with him for one night.
He was not at all happy with my decision but I managed to convince him somehow.

Flashback......

I got a call from Taya abbu informing me that he'll send the driver in the evening to pick me up. Mir was holding my hand telling me about something, when he heard me about going back home.

His hold on my hand tightened and he was now glaring at me. I ended my call and faced him. He was so busy glaring at me, that he didn't realize that his strong hold on my hand is hurting me.

"Ahhhh... Mera haath... Mir, mujhe dard ho raha hai, aap thoda halke se pakde mera haath."

(Ahhhh... My hand... Mir can you please loosen your hold on my hand cause now it's hurting me..)

He immediately left my hand and sheepishly looked at me. It was now my turn to glare at him, as his fingers were now imprinted on my wrist.

"Mujhe maaf Kar de iske liye, par aapki skin bahut sensitive hai. Maine itni zor se aapka haath nahi pakda tha, ke aapke nishaan hi padh jaaye."

(I am sorry for that but your skin is too too sensitive. I was not holding your hand too tightly that it caused a bruise on you wrist.)

I was now glaring more at him. How dare he call me sensitive ?  It's not my fault that he is too strong.

"Main itni sensitive nahi hu. Aapne mera haath bahut zor se pakda tha, isiliye hi nishaan pada hai. Meri galti nahi hai ke aap itne takatwar hai."

(I am not that sensitive. I got this bruise because of your strong hold on my wrist. It's not my fault that you are too strong.)

He rolled his eyes after getting my answer and started defending himself.

"Aap sensitive hai, yaad hai jab Osama ne aapko gudgudi ki thi, tab aapne bola tha ke aapke nishaan padh gaye honge pehle ki tarah. Ek.... Minute.. aap baat ko badaliye mat."

(You are sensitive, remember when Osama tickled you, you said that you are sure that you'll have got bruises. Wait a minute... Don't change the topic.)

Okay, maybe I am a little sensitive but I will not accept it infront of him.

"Nahi main sensitive nahi hu. Osama  strong hai, aur aap usse zyada strong hai. Aur Maine kaunsi baat badli hai.."

(No I am not. Osama is strong and you are much more stronger than him. And when did I changed the topic..)

He again took my hand in his and started caressing the bruise on my wrist with his rough fingers.

"Aap ghar kyu jaa rahi hai ? Maine aapko iski ijaazat di ?"

(Why are you going home ? Did I allowed you to go ?)

I nodded my head saying no and started explaining him everything.

"Mera ghar jaana zaroori hai kyuki mujhe humaara samaan neeche wale kamre mein shift karna hai. Tayi ammi ne mujhse kaha tha ke wo sab kuch kar dengi, lekin maine hi unko mana kar diya.  thode time pehle unki tabyat bahut kharab thi, aur main nahi chahti unko hamaari wajah se koi pareshaani ho. Ek din ki hi  to baat hai. Maan jaiye na.