Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Awkward Situation

HansH and I are living happily - at least that's how I feel in our household, although I can't deny that sometimes it's not perfect. But HansH and I are trying to complement each other. Does not show that there is less, and never says it. Besides maybe one day we will adopt a child, one or two beautiful, handsome and cute little babies, we never discuss the imperfections again.

Well, true. We plan to adopt a child someday. I don't know when, but the plan was there and we talked about it one night before bed. Not a long talk. It was just that HansH asked me if I would be willing if one day we would adopt a child for our foster care and share our affection as parents. And I said I was ready. Whynot? But it's a plan for the future, someday. Not when. HansH said, just wait for a destiny that shows when the right time comes. So, right now, we are living a happy life. HansH made me happy, and I made him happy. That's enough. Although there was still a little bit of pain, or like a big chunk, anyway me and HansH made it through our days with jokes and laughter that symbolized happiness. Of course, we make love routinely.

Until the day of Eid arrived and, by mutual agreement, we returned to Birmingham. Situations where I have to be reunited with Sheveni, and Kak Sanjeev - as a brother-in-law.

I don't need to explain how my first meeting with Sheveni was when we arrived. Like before, Sheveni still hates me. She hugged her brother tightly, completing the longing, but with me, absolutely not. Unlike Sanjeev, he was not at home when we arrived. So, I just met with Sanjeev's sister right at night, when she accidentally came to see me alone. Without a sound, a greeting, or any greeting, he knocked on the door of the HansH pavilion which is now also my pavilion.

To be honest, I thought about this moment of reunion over and over again from the moment I first packed our clothes into a suitcase, or even since HansH booked a plane ticket for both of us. I imagined -- repeatedly - how Sanjeev's sister would behave in front of me the next time we met, that I: who had been his sister and the girl who had been so bluntly expressed love for him even married his brother, as well as the person he had hated so much.

"Zeco."

I jumped up and looked up and found the tall Brother Sanjeev standing in front of me. "Hi, Brother."

"How are you? You're happy, right?"

I'm nodding. "Yes. I'm. I'm fine, brother. Dan, I'm happy. HansH's a good husband."

I'm nodding. "Sorry I didn't talk to you before I got married."

He puts his shoulders. "no need. I understand your situation. And. You do have the right to do whatever you want. I just wish you were always happy. As a brother's wish for his sister."

"Aamiinu. Thank you." Thank you."

Is that the best I can do? The tension between us was agonizing and foreign, and the detached feeling I felt towards him resembled a 2.5 meter high wall.

"Together." He looked at me for a while, then, unexpectedly, he leaned in for something that, perhaps, was the most awkward hug in the world. "Good night."

Sighing deeply to fight against the shaking of my legs, I closed the door and threw myself onto the bed. Sneaking under the warmth of the blanket.

Oh, my God, if only he were my brother, it would not be this ugly.

Now the question is, can I overcome this awkward situation?