"How was your first day Aapi?" As soon as Aamna opened the door she asked with a big grin but she was surprised to see tears present in Madiha's eyes. "What happened? What's wrong?" Asked Mohsin who was also there to welcome his sister but Madiha just ran towards her room while wiping her tears and mumbling. "Main kal se nhi jayngi... Mujhe nhi jana kahi." both Aamna and Mohsin were surprised to see this reaction but clueless about the reason. 

(I won't go from tomorrow. I won't go anywhere.)

"What's wrong?" Both of them walked after Madiha in a hurry and found her crying sitting in the corner of the room. 

"Aapi." Mohsin sat down beside her and Aamna filled a glass of water. "Tell me what happened?" They both asked together and Madiha cried out. 

"Main... Main akele safad nhi kar sakti." she shared one of her phobias and Aamna closed her eyes before grabbing Madiha's hand. 

(I... I can't travel alone... I feel scared.)

"You know what Aapi, aap pehle hi akele bohot suffer kar chuki hain, jo koi bardasht nhi kar sakta wo aap akele jhelti rahi aur ye travelling... Jo ki lakho log har roz karte hain, aap is se haar maan rhi hain? It's as normal as breathing and eating." Aamna passed a smile as well as a glass of water towards Madiha but she could not pass a small amount of confidence from her treasure. 

(You know what Aapi, you have already suffered a lot alone. You were tolerating alone which no one can bear but you're giving up on such a small thing? Just travelling... Really? Millions of people travel daily, it's as normal as breathing and eating.) 

Today, Mohsin was supposed to pick Madiha up from her office but he was already late because his office was far away, so she decided to come back alone but now her hands and feet were feeling like they were shaking badly. This was the first time when she was travelling alone after many years. The sky started showing a dark shade and the road to the home was not coming to an end. The ten-minute walking distance from the metro station to home was becoming endless.

"Lekin main akele... Main nhi aa sakti akele." Madiha muttered. 

(but alone... I can't come alone.)

"Fine. I'll pick you up from your workplace. Just don't cry. No need to be scared." Mohsin pulled his sister in a side hug but Aamna was not looking Happy to see this. She made a face and jerked her head. 

"Tune zindagi mein koi sahi decision bhi liya hai kya?" she asked and Mohsin shook his head. "Abey tujhse shadi karli is se bad koi proof ho sakta hai ki main galat decisions leta hu." He teased her and Aamna huffed.

(Have you made any right decisions in your life?)

(Well, I married you, there can be no worse proof than this that I made the wrong decisions.)

"Shakal dekhi thi apni? Hamari class ki jo most duffer, failure ladki thi na wo bhi tujhe much nhu lagatu thi." Aamna could slap him right now but she only slapped the reality on her husband's face. 

(Had you seen your face? Even the most unsuccessful and failed girl in our class did not like you.)

"oh... To iska Matlab tu us se bhi gyi guzri hai?"

(Oh... so that means you're worse than her? Oh god.)

"Ugghhhhh... Mohsin tu dafa ho ja yaha se."

(ughhh... Mohsin, get lost from here.)

"Aamna Mohsin... Stop it." Forgetting her crying Madiha yelled and both of them looked at her.

"Aapi isne shuru kra tha." Mohsin pointed out towards his wife who glared at him "Mene nhi tune."

(Aapi she started)

(Not me but you.)

"Kisi ne bhi shuru kiya ho ab khatam kar do." Madiha scolded both of them and glared at Aamna

"Tum dono kitna ladte ho, tum logo ko andaza bhi hai parents ki ladayi ka bachho par kitna bura asar padta hai?" this time they both looked at each other and them again towards Madiha.

(Whoever has started it, finish it now.)

(You two fight so much, do you even have any idea how children have a bad impact of parents' fighting?)

"Abhi Zayan kuch bhi samajhne ke liye bohot chhota hai thoda bada ho jayega to kya sochega? Socha hai kabhi is bare mein? Ya to wo ladayi se darne lagega ya use lagega ki ladayi to normal cheez hoti hai, wo apne friends ke sath ladne lagega because it will be normal for him." Mohsin and Aamna looked at each other, right now they were taking Madiha's words seriously.

(Right now, Zayan is too small to understand anything, but what will he think when he grows up? Have you ever thought about it? Either he will start getting scared of fighting or he will feel that fighting is a normal thing, he will start fighting with his friends because it will be normal for him.)

"Dekh le, abhi to 2-3 saal hain uske baad no taane no arguments..." Mohsin told his wife and Madiha looked at both of them in disbelief, Aamna was glaring at her husband and this poor lady smacked her forehead.

(see, there are still 2-3 years then no taunts no arguments.)

"Tum dono nhi sudhroge."

(You both won't change.)

"Hmm... Baat to theek hai. Ye nhi sudhar sakti. Taane dene ki bimari hai ise." Mohsin nodded in agreement and Aamna huffed before throwing a pillow at him "Aur maarne peetne ki bhi." Madiha looked at Aamna with anger, she was practically glaring at her which scared Aamna a bit but...

(Hmm... that's true. She cannot be improved. She has the disease of taunting.)

(And a disease of violence too.)

"Takiya bhi koi marne ki cheez hai? Chappal kheech ke maarti iske muh pe." Madiha shouted at Aamna but slapped her brother on his back for being so dheet and begairat. (Stubborn and Shameless)

(Is a pillow even a thing to throw on? Pull out the slipper and hit him in the face.)

"Tum dono ne mujhe pagal kar diya hai, agar tum nhi sudhre na to main apne bachhe ko le kar kisi dusre ghar me shift ho jaungi, phir ladte rehna janwaro ki tarha." Madiha scolded both of them and walked out of the room to see Zayan. Was it possible for her to stay away from this boy? She had already been away from him since morning.

(You two have driven me crazy, if you don't change I will take my child and shift to another house, then keep fighting like animals.)

Picking up Zayan from his cradle she gently adjusted him in her arms and kissed his cheeks one by one. "Phuppo ki yaad nhi aati?" she whispered and the five-month-old boy opened his eyes as if already waiting for his phuppo to come and talk to him endlessly.

(Don't you miss Phuppo?)

"You're my baby... My shonu monu" Kissing his cheeks she sat down on the edge of the bed with her stress buster without knowing what his parents were doing in the other room.

"Dekh maan ja abhi mana rha hu phir manaunga bhi nhi." curling his arm around her neck he whispered while pulling her into a hug. "Na mana, bhaad mein jaa, dafa ho ja. Tune aaj tak manaya hi kab hai?"

(See, I'm trying to bring you around but you're not understanding, so I'll stop trying soon)

(Fine, stop it right away. Go to hell. Have you ever tried to bring me around?)

"Abey to abhi kya kar rha hu? Meri pyari si moti bhees." he kissed her cheek and squeezed her in his arms but got a slap in return.

(So what am I doing right now? My lovely chubby buffalo.)

"Bhees? Main bhees hu? Theek hai, ab ye bhees kisi din tujhe hi takkar mar ke tera sar tood degi." Mohsin laughed when she tried to get out of his grip but he was stronger than his wife.

(Buffalo? Am I a buffalo? Fine, someday this buffalo will crack your head after hitting you with horns.)

"Abey tune to sirf bhees sun liya mene to mooti bhi bola tha." He laughed and Aamna punched his thighs countless times. Who could say they were husband-wife? They were best friends!

(Oh you only heard Buffalo, I called you chubby too.)

"Tere bete ki wajah se moti hui hu, warna to zero figure maintain kara hua tha mene."

(I became chubby because of your son, otherwise, I retained a zero figure.)

"Mujhe to tu moti bhi utni hi achhi lagti hai jitni pehle lagti thi... Balki ab to aur zyada pyar aata hai tujh pe." he was grabbing her neck in a crunchy of his elbow as if she wasn't his wife but his opponent in the wrestling ring.

(But I like you chubby as much as I liked you before… in fact, now I love you even more.)

"Pyaar ka naam na le, dekh shah Jahan ne apni biwi ke liye Taj Mahal banwa diya use kehte hain mohabbat tune kabhi kuchh banaya mere liya?"

(Don't talk about love, see Shah Jahan made the Taj Mahal for his beloved wife, have you ever made anything for me?)

"Inti jaldi bhul gyi? Subah hi to banaya tha, omelette... I'm even better than Shah Jahan, usne kabhi apni biwi ke liye subah ka nashta aur shaam ki coffee banayi? Marne ke baad to koi bhi Taj Mahal bana de, khaas baat to zinda biwi ke nakhre dekhne mein hai." This was something on which Aamna could not resist beaming. She punched his thigh one more time but hugged him back. 

(You already forgot? I made an omelette for you in the morning only. I'm even better than Shah Jahan, had he ever made morning breakfast and evening coffee for his wife? No. He didn't, but I do every day. Anyone can build a Taj Mahal after death, the special thing is to see the tantrums of a loving wife.)

"Achha sun," she whispered while breaking the hug and he pulled his cheek, "Bol."

(Listen)

(say)

"Aapi ko office se pick karne ki koi zarurat nhi hai, let her become confident. Unhe jitna sahara dega wo utna tere sahare ki mohtaj hoti jayengi. Unhe apne peero par khada hone de. Jab buses aur metro ke dhakke khayengi, alag alag logo ke contact me ayengi to khud seekh jayengi ki kis se kis tarha deal karna hai." after all Aamna said what she wanted to say before the start of the argument.

(No need to pick aapi up from the office, let her become confident. The more you support her, the more she will rely on you. Let her stand for herself. Let her travel through buses and metro, let her come in contact with different people. She will learn by herself how to deal with whom.)

"Mujhe dar hai, unhe confident banane ke chakkar me hum unhe aur zyada takleef na de de." Mohsin shared his doubt and Aamna sighed 

(I am afraid that in the process of making her confident, we may cause her more trouble.)

"Aur koi tareeka hai tere paas? Agar hai to bool, aur agar nhi hai to risk to lena padega. Aur... Aapi thodi confident ho jaye phir unke liye koi rishta dhundhte hain... Kab tak akele zindagi guzarengi wo?"

(Do you have any other way? Tell me if you have and if you don't have, we need to take a risk. And... After aapi becomes a little confident then let's find a match for her... How long will she have to spend her life alone?)

"Hmm... Lekin pehle is shadi ki memories thodi fade ho jaye."

(Hmm... But let the memories of the first marriage fade away.)

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After One Month...

"Assamualaikum, can you please check it?" Said Madiha to Athar who nodded while grabbing the tab. "Sure, and Waalaikum as-Salam" he had a formal smile while saying the last word but Madiha didn't glance at his face. From day two of the office, she was behaving as indifferently as possible. If Athar forgot her then she was not interested in reminding herself. She was already used to tolerating ignorance, all thanks to Danish, now she was not hungry for anyone's attention. She was already tired of this task... She even lost count of how many times she tried to gain the attention of Danish by making countless efforts but every time she got humiliated in return except for once. When she made a cake and all his favourite dishes on his birthday he kissed her cheek in return. This surprising incident took place after only one month of their marriage, and from that time she tried hard to please him but failed. She changed herself according to him, she did everything he liked but what did he do? Insulted her. Smashed her self-respect. Beat up her like an animal and gave her some wounds that she couldn't show anyone. The wounds healed with time but left horrific scars... Enough horrifying that she was unable to control her tears whenever this thought struck her head.

"Madihaa... Where are you lost? Main aapse kuch keh rha hu." a voice pulled her to the world of reality and she realised that she had tears in her beautiful brown eyes. Fluttering her eyes she wiped them with the napkin present in her hand and looked at Athar. 

(I'm saying something.)

"Are you alright?" He asked. Anyone would ask the same question after witnessing wetness in these eyes. "Yeah... But my eyes are burning, maybe because of the increased screen timing." Madiha again rubbed her eyes and Athar nodded while gesturing towards the chair present beside him.

"Good going but you need to focus on these things." He started telling her a few mistakes when his mobile, which was placed on the tabletop, started buzzing. Without any intention, both of them looked at the mobile screen which showed the name of the caller 'Rosie', Athar glanced at the mobile and then at Madiha and swiped down on the screen to cut the call, but Madiha's eyes were fixed there only. Now, the home screen was visible which was showing the pic of a baby boy... A boy who was around two years old or maybe two and a half.

"Hmm... Focus here." Athar said and Madiha shifted her eyes from his mobile phone to the tab present in his hand, but they weren't able to focus as his mobile again started ringing. It was again Rosie. Athar repeated his action and looked at Madiha to start telling her about the article but his mobile started ringing again.

"Aap call attend kar lijiye main baad me aa jaungi." She was about to stand up but Athar gestured for her to stay there only and receive the call.

(You may attend the call, I'll come later.)

"Hadd karti ho Rosie, agar main phone nhi utha rha iska matlab main busy hu... Baar baar..." Athar was scolding the lady present on the other side of the call but stopped suddenly and "Kya? Kese? Tum kaha thi jab wo gira? Tumhe hosh rehta hai bachhe ka?" He yelled and shut his laptop in a hurry. 

(Come on Rosie, ice I'm not receiving your call it means I'm busy. Why are you calling again a...)

(what? How? Where were you when he fell? Can't you take care of that kid?)

"Ab roona band karo aur mujhe batao ki Arif konse hospital le kar gya hai use?" He again yelled and walked towards the exit after picking up his things. 

(Now stop crying and tell me, in which hospital Arif has taken him?)

Madiha was blinking blankly. She knew that Athar had two siblings, one sister Aliya and a younger brother Arif but who was Rosie? And a child? 

He got married. She took a deep breath with another kind of pang in her heart. She did not want to accept the reason behind this pang but her eyes filled with fresh tears. 

It was getting difficult for her to stay here only. Without meeting her eyes with anyone she walked to the washroom and cried out in front of a mirror. 

Why am I crying? Looking towards the crying figure she questioned herself and splashed some water on her eyes.  He deserves happiness in his life. She assured herself and took a deep breath. He wasn't committed to me. We weren't in any relationship. We had nothing between us other than friendship so why am I behaving like this? She questioned herself to get no answer. There were only and only questions circling her from everywhere.

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Turning his side he saw the empty side of the bed and thought about the face which was his favourite but he never knew. Placing his hand on the other pillow he caressed it as if it wasn't a pillow but someone's soft skin. 

"Madiha... " mumbling under his breath he closed his eyes and missed her one more time. He did not know the value of that do koodi ki aurat (worthless woman) for three and a half years when she was his wife but now only three and a half months of separation was enough to realise the value of that nashukri aurat (ungrateful woman).

"Aa jaiye khana laga diya hai mene." A voice grabbed his attention and he removed his arm from his eyes to see the average-looking woman with a good amount of makeup on.

(Come, I have served the food.)

"Hmm, aa rha hu." Sitting on the bed he picked the jug of water which was empty. "Pani to rakh diya karo yaha, hamesha ye jug khali milta hai."

(Hmm... Coming.)

(Keep water here, this jug is always empty.)

"Kya kya karu main? Pura din ghar ke kaamo mein to lagi rehti hu." Saying that Gohar walked out of the room and Danish followed her.

(What else should I do? I remain busy with household chores the whole day.)

"Phir Daal chawal?" He grimaced. "Tumhe pta hai mujhe rooz rooz daal khana pasand nhi hain. Aur chawal khane se mera cholesterol high ho jata hai, roti banane ke liye bola tha mene tumse."

(Again Daal and rice?)

(Don't you know I don't like lentils often? Eating rice makes my cholesterol high, I told you to make roti.)

"Main kya kya karu? Hamza ko sambhalti hu phir ghar ka kaam karti hu..." 

(What else should I do? I take care of Hamza and then do the household work...)

"Ghar ke konse kaam karti ho tum? Safayi karne ke liye, kapde aur bartan dhone ke liye to maid aati hai tum karti hi kya ho sara din sirf khana banane ke alawa?" Danish was already vexed with Gohor's statement that she was doing household chores, her every conversation started from this and ended with tiredness only.

(What household chores do you do all day except cooking? The maid does dishes, laundry as well as cleaning. What else is left to be done?)

"Aapki aulaad ko sambhalti hu, phir aapki behne muh utha ke kabhi bhi aa jati hain." She was Gohor, not Madiha who would stay silent and listen to his rubbish without any complaint.

(I look after your son and your sisters come anytime without any prior notice.)

"Meri behno ka to naam hi na lo, ek cup chai tak bana ke nhi deti tum un dono ko," Danish yelled while glaring at his wife but again she was not afraid of him.

(I talk about my sisters. You don't offer them a single cup of tea.)

"Haan to main unki nookrani nhi hu! Apne ghar me rahe na wo dono... Upar se wo Saad hai, na kaam ka na kaaj ka dushman anaaj ka... Kabhi bhi muh utha ke aa jata hai ki bhuk lag rhi hai kuch khane ko de du... Kabhi kabhi to mujhe aesa lagta ki aapne mujhe apni biwi nhi banaya kisi yateemkhane ki caretaker bana diya... Behno ka dhyan rakho kyuki unke maa baap nhi hain, unki maa banke uska farz nibhao, Us nookar ka dhyaan rakho kyuki uske maa baap mar chuke hain. Agar itni hi fikar hai sab ki to khud Kara kariye na ye sab kaam." Gohor yelled louder than Danish without knowing that Saad was standing behind her holding a bag of groceries that she asked him to bring.

(So what? I'm not a servant! They both should stay in their homes... Moreover that useless Saad, he comes anytime to ask for something to eat... Sometimes I feel like you haven't gotten married to me but you brought me as a caretaker of some orphanage... I have to take care of your sister because their parents are no more, I have to fulfil my duties as a mother for both of them... Then I should take care of that servant because his parents are also dead. Listen to me, if you are so worried about everyone then you make yourself do all this.)

"Bhabi jo saman aapne mangaya tha," Saad muttered and Gohar turned to see him. Snatching the bag from his hand she glared at him.

(Bhabhi, the goods you ordered.)

"Ye tum upar kyu aa jate ho? Neeche se awaaz diya karo... Aur bache huye pese kaha hain? Kitni baar bola hai har cheez ka bil banwa kar laya karo samajh nhi aata kya?" Gohor shouted and Saad looked at Danish to say something in reply but he did not utter a single word, however, if it was Madiha, Danish's manly power would be on display by beating her like an animal.

(Why do you come here often? Knock from the downstairs only. And where is the remaining money? How many times do I have to tell you to bring the bill for everything, don't you understand?)

"Bhabi konsa sabzi wala bil bana kar deta hai?" Saad asked and Gohar glared at him. "Nookar ho nookar ban ke raho, apni auqaat me raha karo mere samne. Achhi tarha jaanti hu main tumhare sare bahane, pta nhi har saman me se kitne pese chura lete hoge?" She walked towards the kitchen while glancing at Danish and stopped for a moment. "khana ho to khaa lijiyega, main kuch aur nhi banane wali." And she walked out leaving her husband with that food in front of him.

(Bhabi, Which vegetable vendor gives a bill?)

(You are a servant, so behave like one. Stay in your limits in front of me. Don't you dare to try these cheap tricks, I am already aware of your deeds. I wonder how much money you might have stolen each time?)

(Have this if you're hungry otherwise, I'm not going to cook anything else.)

"Khana khaa lo Saad." Said Danish but Saad shook his head while wiping his tears.

(Saad, come have some food.)

"Madiha bhabi ne mujhe kabhi nookar nhi samjha. Wo to hamesha kehti thi ki main unke liye bilkul Mohsin jesa hu, wo mujhe sach me chhota bhai samajhti thi, main bimaar hota tha to mere liye soup bana ke laati thi... Mujhe lagta tha jese badi Amma ya meri khud ki ammi mera dhyan rakh rhi ho... Madiha bhabi bohot achi thi bhai..." Saad walked away while wiping his eyes.

(Madiha bhabi never treated me like a servant. She always said that I was just like Mohsin to her, she considered me a younger brother. Whenever I was sick she used to make soup for me… I felt like my mother was looking after me. Madiha bhabi was very kind.)

Danish looked at Saad going downstairs and then to the dining table. He knew Gohar wasn't going to cook anything else for him. He silently dragged the chair and started filling his plate with rice. Pouring some daal on it he took a spoonful of it and closed his eyes while gritting his teeth.

"Gohar... Gohar..." He yelled.

"Kya hua? Sukun se kyu nhi rehne dete?"

(What happened? Why don't you let me live in peace?)

"Ye kal ki bachu Hui daal hai? Isne namak kitna teez hai!"

(Is this yesterday's leftover dal? How much extra salt it has!)

"Haan to isi liye to chawal me namak nhi dala mene... Dono cheeze mix kar ke khaiye, theek ho jayega." Gohor gave a simple solution to this not-so-simple problem but Danish glared at her while throwing the glass of water on the floor. 

(Yeah, that's why I didn't put salt in the rice. Mix both of them and it'll taste just fine.)

"Tere muh pe kheech ke na maru yehi daal..." Danish yelled while lifting the bowl and Gohar glared at him.

(Why shouldn't I put this on your face?)

"Mujhe Madiha na samajhna jo sab kuch sun ke talaq le ke chali jayegi... Biwi hu main aapki. Qanuni taur se ek tihayi maal aur jaydaad ki malik hu main... Zara pyaar se raha kariye mere sath." Taking the bowl from his hand Gohar put it on the table very gently. She didn't raise her voice but her eyes didn't stop I glared at him. 

(Don't think of me as Madiha who took divorce after bearing everything... I am your wife, legally the owner of one-third of the money and property... Live with me lovingly.)

"Dhamki degi mujhe?" Danish gritted his teeth and grabbed a fistful of her hair from the nape but why did he forget every time that she was Gohar, not Madiha. She pushed him away and slapped his face. 

(Are you threatening me?)

"Jis wardi par uchalte ho na usi wardi ko utarwa dungi do din me, aur main sirf dhamki dene walo me se nhi hu." Yelling louder than him she turned to go but stopped and glared at him one more time.

"Aur haan... Agar aaj ke baad mujh par hath uthaya to aesa hungama karungi ki pure mohalle me tumhara tamasha bana dungi." She walked to the bedroom and Danish threw the plate of food on the floor however there was no Madiha who could come and clean everything.

(What's your superpower? Your uniform, right? I will take it away within two days. Mark my words, I am not the one who just gives threats.)

(And one more thing, If you again raise your hand on me, I will create a wonderful scene in the entire neighbourhood.)

"kaha phas gya... Pagal kar diya hai isne!" Mumbling that he sat down on the chair again and looked at the food spread everywhere. He closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands. 

(Where am I stuck... She's getting on my nerves.)

"Kya banaya hai khane me?" Holding the glass of water he asked and took the very first sip while removing his shoes. Madiha picked up his shoes and glanced at him while going towards the shoe rack.

(What's for dinner?)

"Aloo matar, roti and chicken stew."

"Aur kuch nhi mila banane ke liye." he grimaced

(Didn't you get anything else to cook?)

"Aap bata dijiye aap kya khayenge, main bana dungi." She muttered while polishing his shoes so that the next morning there would be no need to clean them in a hurry.

(You tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it.)

"Ab kya fayda, pehle pucchti to main daal ya khichdi ko keh deta... Teen din ho gye chicken khate khate..." And he stood up from there to go and have a bath. Madiha also ran to wash her hands and entered the kitchen. She placed the pressure cooker on the gas stove with a little amount of water in it on the other hand she poured some rice and lentils into a sieve, washed them together and put them in the cooker of boiling water. Without wasting time she put a wok on the other burner of gas, put some oil in it, peeled an onion, chopped it in a chopper and put it in the hot oil along with some spices then drew out some chopped vegetables that she always kept in the freezer and started sauteing in the wok.

(Now what's the use, if you had asked earlier I would have said dal or khichdi... It's been three days since I have been having chicken...)

On the other hand, she turned on the electric kettle after pouring some water along with ginger, tea leaves and milk. she waited just for a few minutes and walked towards the bedroom. Danish just came out of the bathroom and Madiha placed the cup on the nightstand.

"Aapki chai...(Your tea.)" And she again walked towards the kitchen. After some 3-4 whistles, she opened the pressure cooker, mixed vegetables in that and again cooked it for 2 whistles while putting another pan on the gas stove for tempering.

"Madiha... Kya hua kitchen me hi maut aa gyi tujhe? Khana nhi lagaygi kya?" Danish yelled and she closed her eyes while feeling a pang in her right hand and palm. His loud voice always scared her.

(Madihaaa... Have you died in the kitchen only? Don't you have to serve dinner?)

"Ji... Bas laa rhi hu." Leaving the pan on the low flame she went towards the dining area with the dish of roti and bottle of cold water as well as normal because Danish could ask for anything at any time. Going back to the kitchen she drew out the already-cooked khichdi in a bowl, it was enough for a single person. She put some cumin seeds in the hot ghee and poured it on the khichdi.

(Yes, Just coming.)

"Teri Amma bethi hai kitchen me jis se baate karne me itna waqt laga diya?" Madiha put the bowl of khichdi in front of him and felt wetness in her eyes. "Aap mujhe kuch bhi kehte rahiye lekin Kam se kam mere mare huye maa baap ko to kuch na kaha kariye... aapke liye khichdi bana rhi thi isliye 10-minute zyada lag gye." And she walked towards the bedroom without having her dinner and he didn't bother to ask her to have dinner while she was two months pregnant. He knew she'd not be able to stay hungry so would have dinner at midnight.

(Is your mother sitting in the kitchen with whom you spent time in talking?)

(I keep tolerating whatever you say about me, but at least don't say anything about my already dead parents. I was making Khichdi for you, that's why it took me 10 more minutes.)

And today, Danish remembered that Ungrateful Woman for whom he was doing everything but today he noticed what she was doing for him.

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N. Jamal