Synthesis of Scattered Pieces ✔️

61.

"I'm getting late," he furrowed while wearing a wristwatch.

"Just a minute," She mumbled in a hurry while her hands rummaging in the thread box to find out black thread but couldn't.

"Just a minute, I'm bringing black thread." She stepped out of the room with long steps and he smacked his forehead. "Rehne do Shifa, jitni deyr me aap ye sare kaam krogi utni deyr mein to main kurta change kar lunga." With this loud call he grabbed the handle of the cupboard but before he could draw out an already well ironed kurta his wrist was caught by a soft hand.  

(Let it be Shifa, as long as you do all these things, I will change my kurta in that time.)

"It will take just a minute, Deni." Saying that Shifa removed the half-broken button and started stitching the fresh one.  It was Friday, Daniyal was getting late for the Friday prayer and just then he noticed the button of his cuff was half broken.

Daniyal glanced at his wife's face and forgot to avert his eyes which were now fixed on her face. Her partly wet and uncombed hair falls on her shoulder and her eyes hold a thin line of Surma. Today she was looking more pretty, or maybe today his eyes were seeing her in a different way! Who knows?

"Deni aap ko nahi lagta aap bohot nakhre dikhate hai?" without removing her gaze from his button she asked giving him a smile.

(Deni, don't you think you're throwing a lot of tantrums on me?)

"Achha? Main nakhre dikhata hu?" He raised his brow but Shifa didn't notice as all of her attention was fixed with Daniyal's button.

(Oh really? I throw tantrums on you?)

"Aur kya. Kitne nakhre dikhate hain Aap, do minute ka kaam hai lekin..." She muttered and this time she looked up after cut the thread with her teeth. It wasn't a normal glance but she kind of glared at him without wasting any time she fastened his button and tuned to put the needle and thread in the box. Daniyal was surprised at her rightful act.

(Of course, it's a matter of just two minutes but you...)

"Ab yaha kyun khade hain aap? Jaldi jaiye na, khutbah miss ho jayega." Gathering her hair together she made a rough and loose bun of it and told  her husband who was still standing at the same spot, in the same position.

(Now why are you standing here only? Leave fast otherwise you'll miss the sermon.)

Daniyal smiled and stepped ahead towards Shifa who was now draping the dupatta around her face. Holding her arm he turned her towards himself and cupped her face with both hands. Shifa wasn't expecting anything like that, firstly she was confused but then her heart skipped a beat when Daniyal closed his eyes and pressed his lips on her forehead. She sighs unevenly and savour that pure and respectful expression of love of her husband, resulting, a smile bloomed on her lips, eyes looked down shyly and cheeks turned pink.

"Allah Hafiz," He muttered removing his lips from her forehead and Shifa looked up through the veil of her lashes. Daniyal was smiling, still cupping her face with both hands. But Shifa's facial expressions made her realize what he had done.

"Umm... I... Actually..." Pulling back his hands he stammered, He was surprised at himself. "Actually I.. I read somewhere that... It's a sunnah to kiss your wife before going to Namaz." Daniyal cleared and Shifa tried to give him a nod but her shyness had no limits.

{Sunnah/sunnat: habitual practices of prophet (pbuh)}

"Allah Hafiz, ab jaldi jaiye." Setting his collar she muttered without making eye contact with him and he turned while picking his car keys from the dresser.