"Thank you sir for the breakfast..." Nayyab said as she finished eating her breakfast. Musa nodded and didn't say anything.
"Nayyab?" Musa called out after some time.
"Yes sir..." she said cleaning her hands with tissues.
"Don't call me sir..." He said with a straight face.
"Umm Okay Dr. Musa..." Nayyab said immediately.
"No I mean don't call me Dr. Musa...just call me by name." He pressurized the word 'name'.
"Okay....Musa Bhai (brother)" Nayyab said smiling and Musa choked on his coffee.
"Bhai?!" Musa asked ridiculously.
Nayyab eyebrows furrowed at his reaction.
"Nayyab?! Don't call me brother ever again. You are not my sister!" Nayyab looked at him confused and startled.
"But then what should I call you?" Nayyab asked.
"Just call me by my name. Just call me Musa." He demanded her.
"No, I can't...." Nayyab shook her head.
"Why?!" Musa was now beyond irritated.
"You are m
Nayyab heart accelerated as Doctor Omer came out from the ICU. She looked at him worriedly for an answer. He put a hand on his father in laws shoulder and then said,
Today was thier last day at Maldives. They will back to their home and professional schedule by tommorow.
It happened 5 years ago at the Welcome party....
Nayyab was standing near the window when Musa walked out of the washroom. He looked at his wife who was scowling at nothing in particular. He walked to her and gently grabbed her waist pulling her to him as he placed his chin on her shoulder.
42Her husband had went outside for some walk and she decided that it was best time to tell him about her feelings. She dressed up wearing a black VS nightie and wore long ankle length robe. She put on a blood red lipstick and did a light makeup. She straightened her hair and
She snuggled further into the warmth that was around her. She furrowed her eyebrows as something traveled softly on her back. Her back that was bare! It was bare!