dom!hamza is aware of the danger his lifestyle brings so he keeps you intact, tracking your whereabouts, keeping a device with you every time you go out.
dom!hamza comes home after a tiring day in the city so when he comes home to you, he expects you to be wearing a sheer dress that's barely hiding anything so he has easy access to your body.
dom!hamza has strict rules when it comes to your submission such that he owns all of your orgasms.
dom!hamza has a rule that says you will not touch yourself in his absence doing so will make you a earn a punishment.
dom!hamza ties you up to the bed for hours, inserting his thick fingers in your tight cunt pumping them in and out until your legs are shaking with undeniable pleasure but not letting you cum until he is sure that you learned your lesson.
dom!hamza is hyper-aware of the size difference between the both of you and he makes sure that your small figure is completely caged, helpless in his presence.
dom!hamza whose hands are on your waist, tightly securing you in public so everyone knows who you belong to.
dom!hamza likes to hug you from behind marking your neck with sloppy kisses leaving his claim on you.
dom!hamza takes the weekend off, away from the chaos and drives you to his private villa at the countryside where it is only the both of you.
dom!hamza buys you an appealing two piece lingerie set in the colour red and makes you wear it around the villa
dom!hamza loves the missionary position because he likes to see you under him, eyes rolled back and withering with pleasure. “look at me while i am fucking you” he says, demanding you to open your eyes staring directly through your soul while his cock is buried deeply inside you, shattering every piece of your sanity
dom!hamza likes leaving spots on your body, grabbing your skin on the most sensual spots to tease you, so that your body is covered with marks and bruises.
dom!hamza lets you cum first because according to him, your pleasure is the foremost important thing.
dom!hamza makes you suck every last drop of his cum until you are gagging on his fingers.
dom!hamza picks you up in his arms after a long session, your tired body secured in his broad arms and leads you to the bathroom.
dom!hamza bathes you with your favourite vanilla scented body wash gently and with utmost care.
dom!hamza shampoos your hair, massaging your scalp with his skillfull hands.
dom!hamza applies antiseptic on the places he left bruises so they are healed quickly.
dom!hamza pulls you on his laps, letting you rest your head on his shoulder while you speak about all the things that have been bothering you.
dom!hamza ruffles his fingers through your hair while uplifting your self-esteem after you share an incident thats been making you feel sad or inferior.
dom!hamza understands you on an emotional level and tells you, “you deserve better because you are my good girl”
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞- so i wrote these last night while being sleep deprived so i am sorry if i caught on something wrong, the aesthetics of this post took the MY ALL TIME, tumblr so icky on app.
comment who shall i write for next and if youd like to be on hamzas taglist
Uzair Baloch x reader
Summary- Crackfic hai boss, with fluff ka tadka🤪
Warning- Pure Uzair fluff! For a change, he is flirty and not bhondu
Hello, Hello 🎤
Mike Testing
1, 2, 3...
So I wanted to surprise my second child on Tumblr, the incredible @mainyahaankyunhoon. Girlie is just about tolerating the excessive heat while slaying exams, managing stress, dealing with her dean, keeping up with Tumbr and Instagram and what not 😭😭😭
So I decided to go ahead and write this fic for her, based on her idea🤓
My first child @roses-and-iron helped proof reading this, suggesting a title worthy of such a crackfic. I swear you guys, you have no idea how COOL Nini is🥹
Also beating my wifey @twinblueflamee as it seems I have more self-control as this fic is less than 5K words😼🙂↔️🙂↕️
To any of you who don't like it- I am sorry!
To anyone who likes it- It is a labor of Love and Chai Mocha drip⏰️
To all the writers- You guys are incredible! Seriously, the mehnat should be loved and appreciated🫶🫶🫶
To all people on Tumblr- The world is a shitty place. Let girlies live a little more on this platform without being Judged🫂
The tranquility of the lazy Sunday afternoon at Baloch Haveli was rudely interrupted by an angry yet firm voice. You were stopped at the gate by two men, one who looked like a Sumo wrestler on diet while the other looked as if he overdid the fake freckles trend.
‘Mujhe Uzair Baloch se milna hai’ you repeated, your tone as calm and indifferent as it could be when dealing with henchmen of dreaded gangsters.
‘Are par aap hai kon?’ the bald man asked, looking unimpressed
‘Aap mujhe andar jaane de warna main chillaungi’ you threaten only for him and the other guy to snicker at you.
‘Dekhe bibi aap andar aise nahi jaa sakti’ he says, speaking to you as if you were a child with questionable comprehension skills.
‘Waise bhi nahi jaa sakti bhai, aapka 4×4 mini truck jaisa badan beech mein jo khada hai’ you spit out
‘Agar aapne mujhe andar jaane se roka toh main yaha Jamali sahab ko bulaungi’
‘Mere mamu hai woh’ you say as a matter-of-fact, even though the statement is a lie. They look at you. Dressed in your most expensive lawn suit, with black spherical frame nestled on your equally round face, you made an extra effort to look dignified and posh considering you were going to confront a member of the Baloch family.
The name Jamali does the trick and the fake freckles guy leads you to the porch where Rehman Dakait is sitting with his wife Ulfat Baloch. They were watching their sons play football while enjoying a cup of chai. You stood in front of them, sweat beading at your forehead. You reminded yourself why you were here and you were not leaving till you got what you wanted.
You clear your throat and address the man who was now looking at you with curiosity.
‘Rehman bhai ab aap hi meri kuch madad kar sakte hai. Uzair miyan se koi rabata nahi ho raha.’
Rehman stands up and addresses you ‘Kya baat hai? Batao’
‘Mujhe insaaf chahiye. Hone wale bacchon ke liye’
Rehman and Ulfat blurt in unison ‘Kya?’
‘Ji. Aise iss halat mein akela kaise chod sakte hai woh? Kal main factory gayi toh woh waha nahi the. Aaj unhe cheel chowk pe uss tanker jaise aadmi ke saath dekha. Maine awaaz bhi di toh bhi unhone ne suna hai. Aise kon karta hai bhala?’
Ulfat, the angel that she is, walked towards you ‘Tum pehle baith jao. Pani piyogi?’
You were taken aback by her warm and gentle nature.
‘Shukriya’ you gulp the glass of water handed to you by a househelp. The kids saw the serious exchange and stood near the cars to eavesdrop.
You continue ‘Aapko toh aaj kal ke haalat ka pata hi hai. Iss mehengai mein main akeli kaise yeh zimmedari uthau. Kya unka koi farz nahi banta?’
Rehman looks at Ulfat, who in turn is glaring at him. ‘Baat toh sahi keh rahi ho par humara Uzair itna laaparwah nahi. Pata nahi kya ho gaya?’
‘Unhe zimmedari ka bojh nahi uthana shayad’ you reply
As if on clue, the devil makes an appearance. Dressed in navy blue kurta and jeans, he looked more like a vintage movie star than the feared gangster that Lyari spoke of in hushed tones.
‘Tum yaha kya kar rahi ho?’ he asks, irritation evident in his voice.
‘Aapse milne aayi thi par aap hai ki mujhe taal rahe hai’
Uzair notices Ulfat looking at him in anger while Rehman has disappointment written all over his face
‘Uzair yeh sab kya hai?’
Uzair lets out a choppy breath, the forced air ruffling hair falling on his forehead.
‘Bhai yeh ladki pagal hai!’
‘Ha ha main hi pagal hu! Aapse kitne baar kaha tha maine ke yeh sab galat hai par aapne meri ek na suni’ you reprimand him, reminding him of all the times you asked him to mind his lane.
‘Aur toh aur jab kaha ke aise kisi ke ghar ki deewar kudke aana acchi baat nahi toh kehte the yeh sab toh fitrat hai, tum apni khidki theek se bandh rakho’
‘Ab dekho kya ho gaya. Ab bacchon ki zimmedari kon uthayega?’
Uzair is perplexed while Rehman and Ulfat are shocked.
‘Bacche? Kitne hai?’ Ulfat asks in a gentle tone
‘Pata nahi par 2 toh hai hi. 3 ya chaar bho ho sakte hai’ you reply
Rehman was embarrassed while Ulfat was taken aback ‘Kaise?’
‘Aap toh aise bol rahi hai jaise yeh koi anokhi baat hai’ you look at the three of them who are wearing shock, surprise and embarrassment as facial accessories. Behind, you hear the Sumo wrestler whisper something to the tanker, both giggling like school kids
You turn to them ‘Yaha kya comedy circus chal raha hai? Itni hassi kyu aa rahi? Serious baat chal rahi yaha!’
You turn to look at Uzair but Rehman clears his throat ‘Kya chahiye tumhe?’
Finally! Someone asking the real question
‘Muafza aur dekh bhaal. Aur bacche hone pe equal zimmedari’
He immediately replies ‘Theek hai. Par tumhe bhi toh dhyan rakhna chahiye tha’
‘Rehman bhai, main akeli kitna khayal rakhu. Inhe toh parwah hi nahi. “Jo hoga dekha jayega” yeh attitude hai inka’ you huff in annoyance.
‘Isse toh main baad mein dekhta hoon par tum chahti ho toh bacche hone tak yaha ruk sakti ho. Uske baad bhi yaha reh sakti ho.’
You interrupt him, horrified at the suggestion ‘Nahi warna inka billa meri billi ko aur tang karega’
Rehman and Ulfat are confused. It is the tanker who asks ‘Billa? Billi?’
You turn around to look at him. ‘Ha. Yeh dekhiye’ saying so you fetch your beautiful, green eyed indie cat from the wicker basket.
‘Meri pyari Razia Sultan. Kya haalat kar di inke Pele ne’
Rehman turns to Uzair ‘Abbe, yeh Pele kon hai?’
Before Uzair could reply, you fill him in. ‘Are inka woh mota billa. Factory mein rehta hai. Loafer saala chindi aashiq. Fenke hue chicken se meri Raziya ko behla fusla ke maa bana diya.’
‘Naam bhi kitna behuda ashleel hai’ you say under your breath.
‘Aye ladki woh bohot bade footballer ka naam hai. Tameez se’ Uzair charges at you, as if you had just called him a slur.
‘Par aapka billa toh badtameez hai. Jahil, playboy!’ you throw the unsolicited character certificate at him.
Everybody breaks out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, leaving Uzair and you confused and irritated.
Ulfat finally calms a bit, speaking in between her laughing fit, ‘Are tum fikar mat karo. Tumhari billi… Raziya ki dawai ka kharcha aur bacchon ki dekh rekh Uzair dekhega’
‘Ji pura nahi par aadha hissa. Baki meri Raziya ke liye aadha kharcha main uthaungi’ you say with pride of being a self made woman.
‘Bohot pyari ho tum. Kya naam hai aur kaha rehti ho?’ asks Ulfat.
‘Main Y/n Gillani. Yehi paas mein rehti hoon’
You notice before anyone else how Ulfat’s expression changes from one of amusement to that of sympathy and maybe a bit of pity. ‘Tum Harris Gillani ki beti ho na?’
‘Ji. Mujhe der ho rahi hai, main chalti hoon Baji. Salaam Rehman bhai’
Not wanting to engage in a conversation that could potentially make you uneasy, you decide to bolt from there.
All this is noticed by Uzair who is now intrigued more than irritated. You had first entered his workspace over two months ago to complain about his stray cat harassing her pet.
Ever since then, he has seen you arguing, fighting, giving it back without any fear or inhibitions. But today, at the mention of your father, he saw vulnerability. The sadness that crept into your eyes, disturbed him as he had always seen them lit with a vivacious spark. Seeing the sudden change in your mood unsettled him, making him wonder whether the teasing and the arguments were a way for him to keep you in his life a bit longer. He looks at your retreating form, determined to solve this mystery.
Next morning you open your door to cat food and neonatal supplies. These would cover at least two months of the pregnancy.
You settle your fur baby in her new comfortable nesting box and coo ‘Meri Raziya. Billa aur Bille ka baap bhale jahil ho par khaandan accha hai’
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‘Uzair mere saath chaloge?’ Ulfat asks Uzair on a Saturday, dressed up to step out.
‘Kaha bhabhi?’
‘Woh bazaar mein kaam hai aur saath Y/n ko milke bhi aayenge. Aakhir samdhan hai tumhari!’ she laughs.
His family and friends had made it a point to tease him mercilessly, reminding him of the eventful Sunday evening and the consequences.
‘Bhabhi aap bhi!’ Uzair mutters, the blush painting his cheeks red as he later understood how everyone had assumed it was you two who were the expecting parents.
Ulfat’s eyes softened seeing Uzair blush. ‘Mazzak tha. Bechari itna pyari bacchi aur itna dukh’ she sighed, the words feeling heavy.
‘Uski ammi ka inteqal hue barson beet gaye. 6 mahine pehle abbu bhi chal base. Bhai Islamabad mein hai par koi rabata nahi. Iske abbu ke janaze pe bhi nahi aaya.’
Uzair’s heart broke for you. The realisation of the pain you silently carried, the strong persona you were forced to project at all times made him see you in a different light.
‘Akeli hai bechari. Mrs Faraz ke yaha kaam karti hai. Bohot tareef karti hai woh iske designs ki’
Hearing someone praise you brought in a sense of pride, making him smile. He always wondered how one woman could be so indifferent to others yet turn into a gentle kind soul for the helpless. It is then that he realized what he felt for you was more than admiration.
Ulfat and Uzair arrive at Mrs Faraz's boutique, surprising you and the other staff members. Ulfat specifically asks for your assistance. You begin showing her around while painfully aware of the six foot two inch guy shamelessly staring at you.
You pick out a black sharara and hand it Ulfat. ‘Baji, yeh aape bohot accha lagega’
Ulfat looks at the material and smiles at you.
‘Pack kar do. Aur baki ke 4 suit bhi pack kar dena’
‘Zaroor!’ you beam at her, making your way to the billing desk. You pack the stuff and hand it to Ulfat.
‘Yeh lijiye’
Uzair steps forward, taking the bags and brushing your hands in process. You look at him expecting this touch to be an accident. Instead, you see him grinning at you.
Ulfat sees this and soon bids you goodbye, leaving Uzair to settle the bill.
He hands you the money and bends down to whisper ‘Tumpe yeh peela rang bohot accha lagta hai. Par laal rang zyada jachega.’
His voice makes your little heart flutter. You turn away quickly, not noticing the way his eyes were mapping your curves.
Ever since that day he started becoming more and more obvious, not hiding his intentions and definitely not letting you escape him.
He was invariably near your workplace before and after your shift. Your colleagues had now started teasing you, making you cringe hard. It got so bad that you literally felt like hitting them on their heads with a bat to restructure their brain.
By day four you had had enough. You make your way to his jeep to give him an earful.
‘Aapko ladies wear mein dilchaspi abhi hui hai ya yeh shaukh pehle se hi hai’ you ask him, only for the tanker aka Hamza to laugh and disappear into the crowd.
Uzair straightens up and leans towards you. ‘Mujhe kapadon mein nahi par inhein banane wali mein dilchaspi hai’
Was he flirting with you?
‘Toh main kal Rumana khala ko aapse milwa dungi. Wohi silai karti hai. 70 saal ki hai par jodi theek lagegi’ you reply with no emotion. However, his flirty smile was making your head spin.
‘Tumhare kehne pe toh main goli bhi kha lu meri jaan, yeh khaala ko patana toh bohot choti baat hai’
Flustered, you begin reprimanding him
‘Dekhiye..’
‘Dekh raha hoon’ he says, staring at you, specifically your lips.
You huff ‘Zyada free hone ki zaroorat nahi. Main aapke type ki ladki nahi hu’
He sighs, ‘Pata hai! Isiliye puch raha ke main tumhare type ka kaise banu?’
‘Jahannam jaake. Ajeeb aafat hai!’ You turn back irritated. He honks his car horn making you turn back to look at him. You glare at him to which he puts his hand on his heart, falling back on the car.
Such a drama queen!
He became more obvious, emboldened by the fact that you did nothing to push him away. He made sure to turn up at the tea stall you frequented, never letting you have your favorite chai in peace.
‘Lyari mein aur koi chai ki dukaan nahi ke idhar aa jaate hai baar baar’ you say as soon as he slides next to you, painfully close.
‘Hai par yaha jitni meethi chai kahi nahi’ he says, too close for your comfort.
You shift a bit farther, ‘Itna meetha khayenge toh diabetes ho jayegi’
‘Tum kaho toh aaj se meetha kya sab chod du’
‘Mera peecha chod de’ you reply
‘Are ab toh hamara rishta hai. Ha par mujhe kuch khaas pasand nahi woh. Raziya ki ammi, kaisa rahe agar main Raziya ka abbu ban jau?’
You cough your chai, taken aback by his shameless proposal. ‘Jaisa billa waisa baap. Jahil! Besharam! Behaya!’
‘Kitna pyaara bolti ho. Aur bolo, accha lag raha’
‘Joota naya hai warna fek ke maarti’
‘Apne haathon se maar do, yuhi marr jaunga’
You leave from there, running, making sure that no one sees the crimson tint on your flushed cheeks.
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Today was rather a somber day where you didn't feel like interacting with anyone.
Strangely enough, Uzair somehow understood your emotional state just by looking at your face.
‘Aaj please mujhe pareshan mat karna’ you pleaded as you stood in front of him post your shift.
‘Ghar chod du?’
‘Ha’
He drives you to your home quietly. You look out of the window to will the tears away. It was your brother's birthday and you had called him thrice to wish him. However, to no surprise, he did not receive the call, nor did he attempt to call you back. Sometimes you wonder if it was your destiny to be alone. Otherwise, how could you explain why your brother, your only living relative in this world, wouldn't want to keep in touch with you. Why was life so mean to you?
Uzair stops the car outside your small house. ‘Andar aau?’ he asks
‘Theek hai’ you reply as you wanted him to be close to you. His presence made you feel warm and protected. Something you stopped feeling since your father's death.
You both enter the house to see Pele sleeping next to Raziya. You sigh looking at the two cats.
‘Chai piyoge?’ you ask Uzair, unable to meet his gaze.
‘Ha’
You hand him a steaming cup of tea, while you take yours and turn towards the window to wrestle with your feelings in peace.
His voice pulls you out from your gloomy thoughts.
‘Mere abbu bohot acche the. Imaandar the. Transportation ka business tha. Ammi bohot pyari thi par usoolon ki pakki thi. Khush the hum. Par phir jo hua woh toh puri Lyari janti hai.’
You turn to look at him as he continues ‘Rehman bhai ne mujhe apnaya aur bhabhi ne apne dil mein jagah di. Naieem aur Faisal bhi bohot pyaar karte hai mujhse. Ammi Abbu ki kami aaj bhi hai par pyaar ki kami nahi’
He walks towards you taking the teacup from your hand and placing it on the side table. He takes your hands in his, forcing you to look at him.
‘Yeh sab main isiliye keh raha hoon taki tum apne aap ko ijazat do. Agar khudko aur dusron ko mauka nahi dogi toh tumhe tumhare hisse ka pyaar kaise milega?’
The gentleness in his voice and the impact of his words are enough to break you down completely. Before you know, tears start rolling down your face as your carefully built guard comes down. You crumple in his arms, tears straining his jacket. You keep crying and crying, the little girl in you tired and exhausted at being strong. For the first time in months, someone acknowledged your fears, assuring you that you're not alone.
After a while Uzair whispers teasingly ‘Rona bandh karo warna Raziya mujhe nakhun maregi ke “Mere ghar mein ghuske, meri ammi ko rulayega, himmat kaise hui iski”’
Unable to help yourself, you giggle into his chest, ‘Meri Raziya shareef hai’
‘Ha bilkul tumhari tarah’ his voice comes out gruff as you take in the way your body melts against his. You look up at him, his brown eyes turning obsidian with desire.
His eyes move down to your lips.
‘Can I?’ he asks, only for you to move forward and plant your lips on his.
And thus began your life with Uzair Baloch. If he was irritating before, he is insufferable now. Despite telling him not to treat you like his girlfriend, the man showed up everyday at your doorstep to drop you to work and returned home with you every evening for ‘Chai’ which would invariably lead to you two making out on the couch. Sundays were spent with him, Naieem and Faisal at the bowling alleys or games zone. They had started calling you Chachi! You pretend to cringe at it but secretly love it too much.
Tanker aka Hamza addressed you as bhabhi, while his other gang members averted their gazes as soon as you were in their line of sight.
Uzair as a boyfriend was 100/10. He was calm and patient with you during the initial days of your ‘Relationship.’ You tried to put your worst behavior forward, wanting him to ditch you before things got serious. You indulged in petty things like getting mad at him at every occasion, not answering his calls, leaving messages at seen, making him wait for hours on a chai date, unbothered and nonchalant about it. He was not only composed but had a flirty retort for everything.
But this facade broke the day you heard there was a shoot involving Uzair and rival gang members. You ran to the hospital expecting the worst. Instead you found him outside the hospital, smoking as if everything was normal. Relieved, you hugged him tight and let your tears flow freely. That day you decided to give up the act and admit to yourself that you were indeed truly, madly in love with Uzair Baloch!
Still, you had your days where you tried to get on his nerves. Like today. Leaning against his car, you saw him carrying the beautiful vibrant red rose bouquet in his hands. Your heart did a merry little dance but you quickly composed yourself.
Instead of irritation, his eyes had a knowing glint. ‘Pata hai. Mujhe pasand hai so main le aaya. Ab phoolwale ko toh bol nahi sakta na ke yeh ajeeb shaukh hai mere!’
You couldn't help but laugh at this. He looks at you lovingly, noticing you wearing red kurti and beige palazzo.
‘Maine kaha tha na…Laal tumpe zyada jachta hai’
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Weeks went by and finally Raziya gave birth to 5 kittens.
‘Mubarak ho 5 bacche hue hai’ you wish Uzair as soon as he enters your home, with Pele in his arms. Naieem and Faisal had also tagged along to see the fur babies. The litter had 2 females and 3 males. You ask Faisal to name them, which in hindsight was a mistake as boys got named after footballers- Zizou, Bex and Ibra. One kitten was named after his favorite dessert Rabdi while the other one got a sane name- Fiza. Wait, wasn't Faisal's classmate named Fiza?
A week went by in a wink. The kittens were growing stronger and louder. Pele had ditched the dusty factory and taken up residence at your home becoming your ‘Ghar Jamai’. The family of 7 lay fast asleep after an uneventful day.
As Uzair lay sprawling on the couch with you in his arms, he started stroking your bare arms, whispering in a low voice, ‘Accha suno. Woh main soch raha tha- Pele bhi idhar rehta hai. Bacche bhi chotte hai. Tumhe bhi roz kaam pe jaana hota hai..’
Clueless to where this was going, you lift your head from his chest and look at him, ‘Toh?’
He continues, albeit nervously, ‘Toh kyu na Raziya aur bacche aur tum mere ghar aa jao’
You start laughing, considering he is kidding.
‘Pagal ho gaye hai kya’ you say in a merry tone but your laughter quickly vanishes when you see him staring at you with dead serious intensity. He isn't joking!
You think about his statement for a few seconds and finally reply, ‘Hmmm soch sakte hai.’
He smiles at your reply.
‘Socho aur jawab haa mein hona chahiye’ saying so he kisses your head as you both fall asleep in each other's arms.
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Karachi rains were notorious. It would start with a drizzle and a few hours later the entire city would get flooded by gushing rain water.
During one such downpour, Uzair lands up at your door to check on you. With no electricity and very heavy rains, he wanted to whisk you to the lively comfort of theBaloch Haveli where you would be at ease. Why? Because he remembered your statement about being scared of thunder and darkness!
You open the door to a completely drenched Uzair, relieved at having some company in this scary weather. It was good that Faisal and Naieem had fetched the felines this morning to look after them over the weekend. Poor babies would have been scared here. You drag Uzair inside and fetch a towel to dry his hair. But he has a different plan as he pulls you on his lap, kissing you senseless.
You break the kiss- hot, bothered and gasping for air.
‘Aap mera fayda uthana chahte hai?’
His hands grip your waist tighter, pulling you closer, your body plastered against his.
‘Nahi! Main toh keh raha hu tum mera fayda uthao’ he breathes in your face to carry on worshiping you with his hands, body and lips.
Ever since then, Uzair and you became borderline shameless. He would turn up at home during wee hours, knocking at your door in the afternoon on your days off, taking you out for long drives that had very little to do with the driving part of it. Hell, he even dropped Pele Raziya and their litter at Hamza's one day as you insisted that ‘Bacchon ke hote hue koi ashleel harkatein nahi hogi’
But as all good things ran their course, your happy bliss with Uzair was now at the dead end. It seemed so to you atleast. You started throwing up, turning repulsive to food and fragrance, tired and irritated all the time. You even lashed out on poor Zizou l, making him curl at your feet for forgiveness. The sight of the kitten staring at you with sorry eyes made you cry like a baby. Your fur babies were too kind so they behaved well for a day at least. Even Pele didn't bother you.
In the meantime, you stopped answering Uzair's calls, turning blind eye to his messages and ceased going to work for a few days. You made a quick trip to the doctor to confirm your doubt.
As you made your way back home, you saw Uzair sitting at your doorstep, looking angry and restless. But the moment he saw your slumped tired form, his protective instincts took over. You opened the door, slumping on the couch with him following you.
‘Kya baat hai Y/n. Na mera phone utha rahi ho, na mere messages ka jawab diya aur na kaam pe bhi nahi jaa rahi ho. Ghar ka darwaza bhi nahi khol rahi thi mere liye. Hua kya hai?’
The gentleness in his voice got to you and you burst out crying. He sits beside you, lifting you from the couch to place you in his lap. His hands start soothing your back as you ugly cry into the crook of his neck. After a while your tears slow down, as you realise you needed to come clean now.
‘Maine kuch kaha? Kuch kiya maine? Bolo naa’
You try speaking in between sobs, ‘Uzair, main…aap… main’
‘Kya hua jaan?’
Unable to speak, you fetch the medical file and hand it to him, expecting him to get mad at you.
‘Sach?’ he asks, his voice laced with wonder. You just nod in affirmation.
‘Toh ismein rone wali kya baat hai?’
‘Mujhe laga aap gussa honge. Darr lag raha tha kahi aapne isse…’ you start crying again.
‘Meri jaan rona bandh karo pehle. Please.’
‘Main bohot khush hoon. Maine toh bhai bhabhi se humare Nikkah ki baat bhi kar li hai. Woh iss itwar aane wale the. Khair ab hum itwar ko Walima rakhenge. Agar tum chaho toh’
You look up at him to see him happy and hopeful about the future. Nikkah? Walima? Your head started spinning
‘Uzair’
He beats you to it by asking you a very important question.
‘Nikkah karogi mujhse, Raziya aur mere hone wale bacche ki Ammi?’
Overwhelmed at the series events that transpired in last 1 hour, the emotional roller coaster and the cuteness of his proposal, your wacky hormones make you kiss him before you say ‘Haa’
‘I love you meri jaan’
‘I don't hate you Uzair’
He laughs at this, the joy in his voice and the spark in his eyes warming your heart
‘I love you Uzair’ you whisper, finally saying the words out loud.
‘Finally!’ he says with a mock sigh.
You laugh as you settle in his arms.
You quip at him ‘Billa meri beti pata le gaya aur Baap mujhe’
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Bonus
Rehman and Ulfat are staring at you two while Naieem and Faisal are busy dragging the kittens and their belongings.
Ulfat finally addresses you ‘Yeh sab kya hai Y/n? Aur iss baar Muafza aur dekh bhaal chahiye ya Uzair se kaam chala logi?’
Embarrassed at her teasing tone, you plead her to stop.
‘Bhabhi please’
Rehman puts his hand around Ulfat.
‘Rehne do Ulfat. Bas Allah se dua karo ke humare yaha ek saath 5 bacche na aaye. Ek ek karke aaye, chalega’
You are too embarrassed to speak while Uzair looks smug at the suggestion.
Oh how he looked like a cat that got the desired cream!
PS- using @mainyahaankyunhoon ka taglist as I didn't know who to tag. Dotn't worry about me bothering you all with unnecessary tags in future as I might not post a Fic again
No matter how hard Danshim tried to forget Lee Hyun, her heart, which only ever belonged to him, remembered him. She reproduced his plum painting from mere memory, recited the words he told her like a prayer to comfort herself as her final act of rebellion before death, and defied the royal order, delaying it, to reminiscence about him, her final thoughts, the final memories belonging only to him.
In the end, their mutual longing brought her to him, transcending space and time and reuniting them.
This reveal changes everything - Danshim's final act, the painting, was her answering and reciprocating Lee Hyun's love at last. Only to learn her love confession to him , her last testament to him, was stolen by another woman, it's meaning ruined, her love she never dared to convey to him openly while he was alive forgotten by history, erased, as if it never existed. That's why she was so distraught.
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