17. Bliss..

They were walking in complete silence, Wali was holding her hand tightly, not for a second did he let his grip loosen.They took the subway to Markham, as farah was not having her travel card, so Wali bought her tickets. He bought them even before farah could say anything.

They reached the lane and Wali opened the door, and he stepped aside, allowing farah to enter first, farah smiled at his manners again and stepped in making a prayer, a silent prayer. The house was of similar design as her own, there was a small corridor at the entrance. Almost all the houses in west were built in the same design.

Farah stood in the corridor, waiting for Wali to lock the door. He locked the door and turned towards farah, who tried to smile but her shyness was taking over her too much, Wali took a step towards her and she unconsciously took a step backwards, realizing she collided with the wall, Wali took a step further and before she could get more shy, she was picked up in his arms. Farah was shocked at the highest extent, his expression was normal. Wali took few steps and entered the lounge, where he made her stand, farah was trying to control her beats when she felt Wali's nearness, "welcome home", his voice seemed more coarse when he used to whisper, and farah was experiencing this a lot lately, she smiled, not able to look upto him. Wali moved a bit away, taking off his sweater and farah took off her shawl, folding it properly. Farah noticed two suitcases in the lounge, and immediately recognized that it was her luggage. She dragged one of them on the sofa and opened it, she turned towards Wali, "ummmm..wo ..", Wali knew she was asking about the wardrobe cupboard and he again picked her up in his arms, leaving her completely shocked again, the bed room was on the left, after a few more steps they entered, , Wali lifted her off,"main tumhare saman le k ata hon, " he left saying and farah smiled, getting shocked at his tactics but then diverted her attention to noticing the room, a simple room with a bed, dressing, a wardrobe and a study table. It was so neat, infact the whole house was neat, and she laughed at her own, that she herself kept her home so messy, she would have to change her ways.  He came in with her suitcases, and placed both of them on the bed for her. Farah started digging in for clothes, while Wali opened the wardrobe, took out his clothes and went to change, the washroom was attached to the room.

Farah saw that he had already made space in the wardrobe, the whole left section was empty and it clearly showed that it was done for her, she shyly started placing her clothes in it, she was arranging her cosmetics on the dresser when she heard the washroom door click open, Wali stepped in rubbing his hair, dressed in black tracks, for a moment farah felt her eyes glued to him but the very next moment he stood behind her in front of the mirror, making her nerves go bersk with the water droplets of his hair falling on her check. She immediately moved away, grabbing her night dress and went to change.

She was thinking that the silence was so strange, were they going to remain silent like this, it was like so so strange for her, Wali picked her up in his arms, brought her in the home, took her to the bedroom, but he never said anything!, but he didn't even need to! his eyes did the work for it! She would have to get used to it, she thought.

She stepped out of the washroom, dressed in her pink PJs, rubbing her wet hair, Wali was not there, she dried her hair, placing a clip over them and  she came out, where the dinner table was set!

She was so pleasantly surprised that she almost ran to the table, and the menu was biryani!, she giggled when Wali came out of the kitchen, holding the jug of water which he placed on the table and walked towards farah, she was now looking into his eyes after his strange show of affection, he also kept looking when her and pulled her a chair, she slowly sat down as he occupied the seat opposite him. Both of them started eating slowly, again in silence.

It was again so strange, both of them got married, and still they didn't even talk about it! It was very very strange! But the more strange part was that, they didn't feel like talking. It seemed as if the silence was talking volumes.

They finished the dinner and farah started picking up the plates, she still had to see the kitchen, Wali came behind her, "kitchen main bhi utha k le jata hon" ,he whispered, and she could sense that he was smirking which made her blush deep, she bit her lower lip, giggling, when she was picked up again and lifted off when they entered kitchen.

Wali used to look in her eyes during the lifts, and she wondered how did he manage not to collide with anything.

She placed the dishes on the counter. The kitchen was small and neat, just like the whole house, Wali brought in the glasses, and started placing things in the dish washer when something caught farah's eye!

The tiffin with a smile sticker and her thank you card was placed securely in the corner of the counter, she was surprised and grabbed it, "ye abhi tak aisey hi..", Wali knew she had caught the tiffin so he didn't bother looking, he poured in the dishwashing liquid in the machine, "haan, this thing  just didn't let me forget you", he closed the lid and switched on the button. Once he was sure that the machine was working properly, he shifted his concentration to his wife, who was trying hard to control her blush, she was leaning on the counter, Wali stood in front of her, grabbing the counter behind her, completely securing her inside his arms, he softly took the tiffin from her hands, brushing his fingers over her's, and placed the tiffin back in the counter, leaning more onto her, while she closed her eyes, as his shoulder touched her shoulder, "I don't like when someone messes with my personal and special things", he whispered in her ear, placing a slight kiss over it, leading to a broken sigh from farah's lips, "that tiffin is special?", she asked as he slid his hand across her waist, "ofcourse,this thing led to my marriage", his grip turning strong and farah chuckled, cuddling into him, "u liked the muffins?", she almost spoke in a whisper, and he bended on her ear, "I like everything about you", he said brushing his finger down her jaw line,"btw that was really sweet that u cooked what I like", she said hiding her head in his neck, as he crawled up his hand to her hair to open her hair clip, "sweet?", he asked, as the fragrance of her hair diffused in the surrounding, "I thought it was romantic", he said placing a kiss on her neck, and farah cuddled more into his neck, smiling, he moved away a bit tucking her hair behind her ears to see her face properly, when the only sound in the surroundings stopped, the dish washing machine stopped, Wali pulled her more close, looking at her with intense eyes, while farah's shyness made her attempt to move out of his grip, "main wo dishes..",and she was pulled more close, "I told u I don't like anyone messing with my personal things, "his voice was stiff and farah looked into his eyes with a confused expression, he  kissed the corner of her lips, "u are disturbing my wife", again a whisper in her ear making her nerves go bersk, she closed her eyes, as further resistance was not possible ,  she didn't even want to!- and he didn't even let her!

 So, next all they remembered was only one feeling  -  bliss.