"What do you think of this earring?" She asked her eyes on him, he looked up and realised she was wearing the dress he brought for her. It fit her perfectly, ending at her knees, her brown hair seemed to shine as she gazed at him with the intimidating smile because he was taking too long to answer. Murtasim in their seven years of marriage realised all the smiles of Mahjabeen, she was extremely bold. Loved to have her way, she always tested his limits, checking how far she could go. And whenever she tested his limits, he couldn't help but remind himself he couldn't snap at her, she had changed him.

Murtasim loved her, he was mesmerized unable to utter a single word as he stood up in awe. Her skin glowed and the weight she had gained made her more prettier, recently she had joined the gym with him. Making her arms toned, and she had indeed lost all the weight.

Her cheeks turned red as he walked towards her, instead of backing away she step towards him and took his hand in hers, "How?"

He asked mesmerized, she frowned, "The earring well its easy, you slide it in through the piercing", she removed it and handed it to him, " You try it".

He chuckled, taking the earring as he pulled her closer, he removed the other earring, and whispered in her ear, "Aise?"

Mahjabeen shivered, "Murtasim pehnana sikhaya tha".

He looked at her with intensity as he kissed her neck, "I just know how to remove things".

"Jhoot!" She said, as she pushed him off, sitting on the bed crossing her legs. He was dazed not realising she had just pushed him off, Mahjabeen was unpredictable.

"Kya jhoot bola maine?"

She pointed her finger at him, scrunching her nose, "Aaj subha maine aapko kaha tha, Murtasim chicken fridge se nikal dijiega"

He thought a little, "Nikala toh tha maine"

She gasped, "Phirse jhoot", she glared at him, daring him to lie again, but he continued.

"Blue dabba m chicken tha na. Nikal kar table par maine rakha toh tha na", he said softly as he sat beside her, but she moved away.

" Haye Allah. Toh daal aapne nikaali thi?"

"Usme daal thi?" he asked tensed, she nodded and huffed.

"Daal sada di, aapke wajeh se aaj Mahrosh ko anda roti khilana padha", she said. He rubbed his brows ready to apologise, but she stopped him.

"Ab Sorry hargiz nahi bolyega", Murtasim sighed, not knowing where she was getting. 

He took her hand in his, " What do you want me to do then?" and asked.

She turned to him, her brown eyes looking at his dark brown ones as she said, "Listen".

"Murtasim I want you to listen to me. Half the time when I am saying something you are not paying attention. Last week when I was telling you about Baba, you didn't even let me complete and walked out"

"And before that I asked you to bring tomatoes, what did you bring? One kilo potato, peas, ginger, garlic, cauliflower, everything except Tomato".

She looked at his face that turned a little red as he nodded, " Theek hai, I will listen to you".

Mahjabeen squealed and giggled with excitement, "Promise?" she asked.

Murtasim pulled her in his lap, wrapping his arms around her as she leaned her head back, "Pakka wala".

"Accha ab earrings toh pehna de", she said as he nodded and helped her wear it.

"You are going out wearing this?" he asked and she shook her head.

"You want me to?" he thought back to the argument and then sighed, "Do you want to wear it outside?"

"No, I wore it for you", she said making him smile, her arms wrapped around his neck as she asked, " Murtasim yaad hai hum jungle gaye they shaadi ke baad. There we danced, will you dance with me?"

"Of course I remember", he stood up with her in his arms, she giggled snuggling into his chest hearing his heartbeat that calmed her.

He brought out the speaker and played her favourite song. Placing her feet on his, he danced with her, loving as she looked into his eyes with so much love. He loved when she complaint, when she fought with him. When she came to him with her problems, her hands wrapped around his neck as she stealed a kiss.

Whispering the three words, "I love you".

For Mahjabeen he was her entire world, she couldn't imagine a world without him and Mahrosh. She loved when he would wake up early and instead of waking her up he would press a kiss on her forehead. Sometimes she wondered how she got so lucky, she was so glad that day when she had runaway Rohail had rejected her.

"I am the luckiest woman in the world", she said making him kiss her forehead, she closed her eyes moving with the music in the arms of her beloved as he pulled her up, so her legs were in the air and caught her as she gently fell in his arms.

She giggled, "Murtasim, mai Mahjabeen hu Mahrosh Nahi", he would play around with Mahrosh as if she was a doll. Mahjabeen would get extremely tensed when he did that, and Murtasim enjoyed that so he would tease her more.

"I know,  and I would never drop either of you", he said as he pulled her up again and spinned as she closed her eyes  trusting him completely.

He won over her trust, her every insecurities and her love. The song changed and she couldn't help but jump in excitement.

"Murtasim ye wahi wala gana haina jispar Mahrosh ne perform kiya tha school mai", She said as she was about to run out and call Mahrosh, Murtasim pulled her back.

" Kidhar jaarahi ho?"

"Mahrosh ko bulane", he sighed and pulled her in a hug, "But I want to spend time with you".

As Mahjabeen looked into Murtasim's eyes, she couldn't help but smile at his words. She knew how much he cherished these moments together, just as she did. With a soft sigh, she decided to postpone calling Mahrosh for the moment. "Alright," she said, her voice filled with warmth, "Let's dance together, just the two of us."

She looked into his eyes and smiled, her enthusiasm momentarily dimming as she realized how much she cherished this intimate time with her husband. With a nod, she leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips.

Murtasim returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around her as they swayed to the music.

Murtasim grinned as Mahjabeen talked about the new maid and pulled her closer, swaying to the music. They moved in harmony, lost in the melody and each other's embrace. Their bodies moved together, a silent language of love and understanding. It was moments like these that made their bond unbreakable.

As the song continued to play, Mahjabeen rested her head on Murtasim's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. They swayed and twirled around the room, relishing the simple pleasure of being in each other's arms.

After a while, Mahjabeen glanced at the clock and realized that it was getting late. She reluctantly pulled away from their dance, her eyes filled with a mix of affection and regret. "We should call Mahrosh," she said, "She'll want to dance to this song too."

Murtasim nodded, who was eager to join them. The three of them danced together, their laughter and joy filling the room. It was a beautiful family moment, a memory they would all cherish.

As the night wore on, they finally settled down, cuddling on the bed, sharing stories, and enjoying each other's company.

In the quiet of the evening, Murtasim held both Mahjabeen and Mahrosh close, feeling grateful for the love they shared. It was a love that had transformed him and made his life more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. As they drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but think that he was indeed the luckiest man in the world to have both of them by his side.