This Is Me Trying

“I think I’ve seen this film before and I didn’t like the ending”

[carmenred28]

How about a Uzair fic where he is obsessed with the reader, who is his wife, to the point where he can hurt himself and others for her?

Babe Ruk Jaao was actually your request which I wrote down lmao and I entirely forgot to add that it was for you… I hope you liked it

[carmenred28]

Ruk Jao

WARNING- canon typical violence, blood, anxiety, injury

Uzair Baloch didn’t care for much except his family and for his family he could kill and be killed. Y/n and Uzair’s marriage was going smoothly, late nights,lazy mornings and constantly doting on each other.

“Uzairrrr, please let’s go shopping today please na.”

Y/n clung to Uzair’s sleeve like a stubborn child. Uzair looked down at her, he knew there was no way he could deny her wishes especially when she looked like she was one tantrum away from stomping her feet like a baby.

“Achha theek hai. Jaao ready ho jaao. But Pehele Kulfi khaane jaenge fir hi shopping hogi.”

Y/n squealed and quickly kissed Uzair’s cheek.

“Uff uzair Kyu ho tum itne pyaare. I love you.”

Uzair kissed her forehead and she rushed away to dress up. Fifteen minutes later, they were seated in Uzair’s jeep bickering over Kulfi flavours.

Unfortunately for Uzair Baloch, peace was a rare occurrence in his life. Years of violence had honed his senses to detect danger before it even presented itself. Stepping out of his jeep and walking toward the boutique Y/n had been gushing about, Uzair felt a sense of doom fall over him. He couldn’t understand why he felt this way, the streets were clear, Y/n was just a step away, there was no sign of immediate danger but he scanned the street anyway. He had learnt early in life that it was better to be safe than sorry.

His eyes caught movement behind a pan stall, a gun aimed at Y/n, a malicious look on the gunner’s face. He moved instinctively as the gun was fired. His hand curled around Y/n’s wrist as he pulled her behind him, shielding her with his body. The bullet seared into his left side and crimson bloomed across his green kurta. Y/n’s eyes widened in shock, staring at dark patch while uzair shot at the gunner. Before Uzair could chase after him, Y/n tugged at his sleeve

“Uzair please ruk jaao. Mat jaao. Main nhi chahti ko tumhe kuch ho jae.”

Uzair looked at her terrified expression and all thoughts of chasing the man disappeared from his mind.

The adrenaline died down and he doubled over at the searing pain. Y/n immediately caught him,just before he could fall. Her hands trembling as she saw the man she loved bleeding out in her arms. The reached for his phone and dialled Siyahi

“Siyahi bhai Uzaie ko goli lagi hai. Please jaldi aa jaaen. Suhani boutique ke bahar. Please Bahut khoon beh raha hai.”

Her voice came out broken in ways she didn’t think it could break. She heard Siyahi scream to gather the boys and the engines turning on.

Uzair was losing consciousness. His head rested in Y/n’s lap, his hand still loosely curled around her wrist, even in his injury her protection was his primary concern. He heard her panicked voice yelling for help. She was alright. Now he could rest. His eyes closed.

“Nahi nahi Uzair, jaan ankhein kholo.”

He tried, he really did but everything felt so heavy.

“Uzair please. Meri jaan ankhein kholo. Uzair tum mujhe aise chor ke nhi jaa sakte. Please mujhe dekho, bas ek baar apni ankhein kholo.”

Y/n’s kurta was soaked in his blood. Tears finally tumbled down her cheeks as she watched Uzair’s grip on her wrist loosen.

“Please rukjaao mere paas uzair. Main kabhi fir se shopping ke liye nhi kahungi. Uzair main tumhare bina marr jaungi.”

She rested her forehead against his chest. Her tears dripping down his kurta. Uzair felt her cry. He was confused. Why was his jaan crying? Was she hurt? He needed to check. He needed to see her. He fought against the sleep that was pulling him under. His eyes opened.

“Uzair! Allah ka shukr hai. Uzair please ankhein khuli rakhna.” She pressed fervent kisses to his face.

Siyahi pulled in just then. Hamza and Donga helped carry uzair into the car’s backseat. Y/n kept taking to Uzair, telling him silly stories, promises to get him the best biryani and pet stroking his hair. The car raced through the streets of Lyari. The drive to the hospital were the longest five minutes of Y/n’s life. Ulfat and Rehman had been informed and were already present while uzair was wheeled away on a stretcher. Y/n followed the stretcher till the doctors stopped her.

“Nahi nahi nahi main usse aise nhi chodungi. Mujhe uske paas rehna hai. Please.”

Her voice was frantic, fresh tears tracking down her cheeks at the thought of being separated from Uzair. Ulfat gently pulled her back.

“Bacha doctors ko unka kaam karne do. Uzair bahut ziddi hai, bahut takat hai usme, kuch nhi hoga usse. Aise kabhi nhi chodke jaega hum sabko.”

Y/n broke down in ulfat’s arms as Rehman paced back and forth in the hallway. Ulfat clutched on to Y/n as her own eyes teared up. Uzair was her first child, she had raised him and could never bear to see him hurt. Rehman’s hands shook at the possibility of losing his brother. Silence settled over all three of them. Y/n sat between Rehman and Ulfat. Her hands clenched around Ulfat’s salwar as Rehman gently patted her head. The couple had been like her parents since Uzair and her had gotten together. An hour passed before the doctors arrived from the operating room.

“Zakhm gehra tha. Agli surgery ke baad hi samajh aega…. Aapka Lyari par ehsan hai toh main apse sach kehta hu, zyada umeed na badhaen, hum poori koshish kar rahe hai.”

The statement shocked everyone into silence. Memories of Uzair taking her for drives at midnight, them sneaking away from Rehman’s business parties to drive up to Clifton, nights they had stayed up on the roof counting stars and exchanging stories raced through Y/n’s mind. Uzair’s eyes, his smirk, his shoulders that she would hide behind, his hand that caressed her hair every night, she could lose everything. Rehman’s face was drained of emotion. His brother, his first child, how could he even imagine a world without him.

Time seemed to move like a snail. An hour that would have whizzed by them laughing and teasing one another, mimicking Rehman’s antics, now seemed to weigh on their every breath.

The doctor emerged through the doors, everyone collectively stopped breathing. The doctor’s expression remained unreadable.

“He’s out of danger. He’s strong willed. But he will need time to heal.”

A collective sound of relief and gratitude filled the hallway. Ulfat’s eyes glistened with unshed tears

“Kaha tha na maine, strong hai mera bacha, kabhi Aise chodke nhi jaega.”

Y/n hugged Ulfat as Rehman thanked the doctor.

Rehman had Uzair shifted back to the Haveli. Y/n sat by him all day and all night, adjusting his pillows and his blankets, waiting for him to gain consciousness.

On the second night, Uzair slowly opened his eyes. He couldn’t recollect much, he recognised the ceiling of his room and that someone was stroking his hair but beyond that Uzair’s brain had a singular thought

Y/n. Was she ok? Did she get hurt?

Y/n noticed as his eyes opened. Relief flooded through her veins and she pressed kisses all over his face, settling into his uninjured side as she hugged him.

“Oh Uzair, mujhe laga main tumhe kho dungi. Aaj ke baad kabhi shopping ki zidd nhi karungi. Please bas mujhe kabhi chodkar mat jana.”

Uzair gently rubbed her back. He knew how worried she must have been.

“Jaana, main theek hun, kahi nhi jaa raha. Aur tumhare shopping bags uthana toh mera favourite work out hai. Chalo Rona band karo ab.”

He kissed her forehead as Rehman and ulfat entered the room. Rehman reached him first

“Fir se zyada hero banne chala na toh main khud tujhe goli mardunga gadhe. Chhuti chahie thi toh mang leta, sabko darane ki kya zarurat thi?” He ruffled Uzair’s hair and made space for Ulfat who had gone into mother hen mode. Her eyes were welled up again and she placed her hands on his face,

“Mera bahadur bacha. Main janti thi ki tu kabhi aise hum sab ko chodke nhi jaega. Mera bahadur bhondu bacha.”

And that’s how they stayed for the whole night. Y/n tucked into Uzair’s side, ulfat sitting near the headboard as Rehman occupied the foot of the bed. They stayed sharing stories, making fun of each other and planning weekend getaways and finally there was peace in the Haveli. Uzair knew that he’d fight the devil himself to return to his family. After all he still needed to take his wife shopping.

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@ishq-e-rehman @iamadelusionalwriter @obsessedwidskincare @twinblueflamee @mainyahaankyunhoon @avasif @st4rmiist @roses-and-iron @between-smoke-and-roses @tere-naal-nachna @malekathesimp68 @sunf1over @layinglowkey @roohafterdark @mrgrungusthefrog

[carmenred28]

Guys I want to post an uzair oneshot but I can’t seem to figure out whether to give y’all a happy ending or make y’all cry?

Smile or cry

Happy ending pleaseee

Make us cry bbg

I’m just here to see the result

Voting ended onMay 23

@avasif @mainyahaankyunhoon @ishq-e-rehman @iamadelusionalwriter @roses-and-iron @twinblueflamee @tere-naal-nachna @st4rmiist @malekathesimp68 @sunf1over @obsessedwidskincare @rehmanhatesdosa @obeythebutler @roohafterdark

[carmenred28]

Y’all proving to you that Y/n’s gulab jaamun obsession in Ek Plate Uzair was actually my gulab jaamun cravings

@iamadelusionalwriter @ishq-e-rehman @avasif @st4rmiist @roses-and-iron @mainyahaankyunhoon @obsessedwidskincare

[memesmusingcorner]

Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box

Always

[iamadelusionalwriter]

genuinely don't care if people invade my ask box (unless it's hate) PLEASE I FEEL SO BORED

[carmenred28]

Exactly me toooo…. Crash into my inbox guys

[carmenred28]

Guys I rewatched D2 today and damn it if I need some Hamza Ali mazari comfort, my baby boy looked so torn up and heartbroken throughout the second half that I just wanted to wrap him in my arms and caress him.

Girliesss pleaseee write something pleaseee im begging you🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

@mainyahaankyunhoon @roses-and-iron @roohafterdark @ishq-e-rehman @between-smoke-and-roses @iamadelusionalwriter @whyishekinda @tere-naal-nachna @twinblueflamee

[arjunaradhini]

Anon game : 10

1. Regular notebooks or spiral notebooks?

2. Your favourite pen brands?

3. Mangoes? Yay or nay?

4. Drop down two of your most used lip balms!

5. Sunny days or rainy days?

6. Good grades or extra curricular activities?

7. Netflix or Amazon prime?

8. Coffee or sodas?

9. Regular pencils or mechanical pencils?

10. Birthday cards? Yay or nay?

Tag someone who you'd like to participate this game!

Whoever is the one sending these anons, please continue to do so :pp these are so fun to do!

1. Spiral notebooks.

2. Kaco, flair (glass gel ones), and parker (roller ball pens, haven’t used the other variants.)

3. Yess. Mangoes are love!

4. Currently it is 52 sundaze and laneige.

5. A breezy sunny day. :D

6. Good gradess. Also because except for art and craft, I’d prolly suck at other activities :(

7. I’m currently using netflix so going with that.

8. Sodas. (Please don’t hate me for not choosing coffee.)

9. Both! I really need some good recommendations for mechanical pencils lol.

10. It’s a 100% yay. I love giving and getting birthday cards.

Tagging @lordsabove @merevasudevmeremadhav @illegibleramblings @mayakrish08 and everyone to join!

[lordsabove]

RAAAAHHHH THABKS FOR RHE TAG ♡

1. spiral!!!! i fold a lot (in both senses)

2. hauser, staedtler, flair, all balls

3. YESSSSS MANGOES R LOVE 💪🏻💪🏻

4. i use some moana disney peachy lip balm and not often at that 🥀🥀

5. RAAAAAIIIIIIIINNNNN

6. extras cause grades r temporary legendary football win is forever

7. Netflix (i have neither🏳️)

8. coffee‼️‼️‼️( @arjunaradhini I'm totally judging ❤️)

9. MECHANICAL ❤️ most of the time, i only like normie pencils for the sharpening part

10. YES CARDS YES YES YES WOOF WOOF WOOF

@i-like-to-eat-cotton @aprameya-mahima @superbpoisonpath @ranchodxrites @maryy-who @dwarpharini @hamaarmaati full family summon

also you're already tagged but tradition: @mayakrish08 @abhayamurali

[riddzei]

thankkkk uuu for the tag princesssss

Spiral cause I like it

Pentel, linc nd like @lordsabove all ball ( but it has to be just enough dark heh )

Yep nd who doesn't love mangoes bro

Vaselineeee nd a tinted lip balm from any company

Ok so imma be weird but I loveeee sunny days and the sun in general even in the indian weather and not a fan of rain much

Good grades ( I desperately need em )

Ohk so Disney + hotstar cause this has all my interests

Coffee all the way thru

Mechanical pencil cause I love writing with pencil but hate sharpening it every two seconds

Yayyyy all the way through I appreciated all the gifts and cards that I hv ever gotten <3

Tagging ppl - @lukathelastyear , @page78 , @agrimanath , @yosoylaprincesa08 , @rtstudyblog , @illegibleramblings , @aplricotly , @pastelroll and open tags as well ( pls inform if u don't wanna be tagged in the future as I don't wanna bother u )

[agrimanath]

thankyouuu love for the tag!! muah muah <3

spiral!!!!!! always.

there's one goat of a pen - pentonic clear. that's it.

um....nay. i dont like mangoes. (ik they are going to seize my adhaar card now)

boroline and boroplus

rainnnyyyyyy days

honestly both in balance. i've always been the kid that participates in all co-curricular activities but maintains decent grades. i like a lil of both.

honestly? pirate, but if i have to then netflix.

COFFFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

regular pencils in whimsical prints (im currently using a frozen one and a mickey one)

YAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!! I LOVE MAKING THEM I LOVE RECEIVING THEM. THEY ARE THE SWEETEST THINGGGGG

there's absolutely no pressure, you're free to ignore - @yosoylaprincesa08 @aamtreeanalogy @ramblingsfromthytruly @apricotly @nimbudanimbudanimbuda @notamalemanipulator

[supersoniclovemachine]

1. Spiral any dayy

2. It really depends on ink and colour but uniball eye for red and black >>> and hauser for blue (ball pt)

3. I love mangoes and eat 2-3 every day to not let them go to white people 😡😡

4. I don't. Isliye mere honth bheege nahi fate rehte hai.

5. Rainy because I hate the sun.

6. Grades grades grades

7. Personally, I don't really watch / want to watch anything. If I'm forced to, then I'll pirate it. But netflix has a better selection than prime ..

8. Coffee, i don't like soda.

9. There's this one matte black pencil by apsara i use purely for the aesthetics

10. Idk rlly it's been a long long time since Ive given/received one.

@jellyshinchan @mermaidesquee @livelaughberryy @ch3rrytopia @kajuuuukatliiiiii @oh-no-nana @sonasarchive @so-much-to-die-for @dewaniiiii @im-on-crack-send-help

[sonasarchive]

Thanks for tagging me twink 😈

1. Spiral always

2. Hauser xo, linc glycer, pentonic ig

3. LOVE MANGOESS SO YUMM

4. Wishcare and vaseline

5. Sunnyyyy I love the sun 🥺☝️

6. Good gradessss

7. Netflix (prime sucks ewww)

8. Coffee (I prefer chai 😝)

9. Mechanical pencils for the winnn

10. Yes yes yes I love giving those and receiving it on my buddaysss 🩷

Tagging: @desigal-26 @littletigerspeaks2 @maroonkurta55 @work-of-procrastination

[maroonkurta55]

Thanks you for tagging mee hehe

Spiral bro obvi

German Hauser gel pens and parker 😍

If I could have mangoes injected into my veins I would heheheh

Idk the brand but I buy mine from miniso yes I know I'm such a child.

Rainnyyy for life bro

Bro atp I would sacrifice my first born for some good grades 😭😭

Netflix yayyaya (because it has dhurandhar)

Soda but hear me out ✨️sugunda soda✨️

Dude I have never used a pen pencil in life broo my parents never bought it 😐

I love birthday cards bro but I've never gotten one but still yayaya

Tagging: @afortoru @iamadelusionalwriter @kajuuuukatliiiiii @hamzakamehroomkurta

Guys forgive if I didn't tag anyone because idk your @.

[iamadelusionalwriter]

1. Spiral (they just hit different)

2. Flair (gel), Pentonic (gel), any gel pen atp

3. I love mangoes (only sweet ones)

4. Nivea plum and watermelon

5. Rainy days (WITHOUT ELECTRICITY CUT OR THUNDERSTORMS)

6. Good grades. Over-achiever here ✌🏼

7. Netflix any day, Prime is shit ngl. But prime does have underrated movies in malayalam so I like it for that.

8. Coffee. I LOVE COFFEE IT'S MY DRUG NGL.

9. Wooden pencils over mechanical ANY DAY. THEY JUST FEEL SO WEIRD AND THEY BREAK EASILY.

10. I loveee birthday cards especially with long ass letters.

Tagging my wifeys : @cloudmast @princessglitter69 @carmenred28

Forgive me if I forgot to tag anybody else (I flirt with too many baddies out here 🙈🥲)

[carmenred28]

Thank youuu @iamadelusionalwriter for tagging me. Chumisss to you

1. Spiral ones I love them and they’re so easy to write in

2. Uniball and pentonic

3. Absolutely love mangoes

4. Laniege berry and Nivea cherry

5. Rainy days always, I love rain and never give up a chance to get drenched in it

6. Good grades but also overall participation in stuff ig? I’ve been complimented for being an all rounder all my life not to flex lol

7. Netflix any day, it was the first streaming platform I used and remains my favourite

8. Coffee 24/7 I live off of it. Genuinely I get withdrawal symptoms if I go without it for long

9. Mechanical pencils always. I hate sharpening pencils since I was a baby. I’ve been using mechanical ones all my life and at one point my class called me the queen of pencils just cuz I had so much variety, damn this turned into story time lol

10. I love birthday cards but not the market bought ones, the handwritten/handmade ones have my heart. Also I’m a sucker for paragraphs and handmade stuff always

Tagging my babies:

@roohafterdark @ishq-e-rehman @mainyahaankyunhoon (y’all don’t kill if I forgot someone

[carmenred28]

Hi bbg …. I love reading your fics . They are so sweet and comforting 🩷 I wanted to know what your favourite genre of music is ?

Hiii thank you for reading my fics🫶🏻

Oooh this is sorta difficult for me to answer cuz I listen to a variety of stuff

There’s pop, r&b then a bit of hip hop n rap, then there’s punk, a little bit of techno, deephouse, Afro… yeah basically everything….

I listen to Hindi music too, but not very much. The Dhurandhar albums n a few songs here and there

[carmenred28]

fav taylor swift song bta do<3333

me personally i LOVE loml and exile and champagne problems and illicit affairs and right where you left me and wish list and i could go on and on

Oooh ok so you mentioned most of my favourites

Exile,loml, champagne problems, so long London, haunted , fortnight, you’re losing me, the prophecy yikes I could just keep going on lol

[carmenred28]

aagyi hu aapko pareshaan krne

chalo ye btao what made you join the dhurandhar fandom and why was it akshaye, danish and ranveer

Oooh so ok I’ll be honest, I’ve been lurking on Tumblr for a while just not desiblr. Bollywood movies rarely ever drive me crazy in the recent years, I barely even watch them tbh. And then came Dhurandhar and I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen, everything was just perfect. All of the actors were brilliant. Personally I went mad over Ranveer cuz I’ve been his fan for a long time. Then I wanted to read more about these characters so I ended up on tumblr where I saw how lovely everyone was and I just couldn’t resist being a part of the fam

[carmenred28]

Nvm something serious now 😙

Which doomed fictional couple is your favouritr)/your heart breaks when you think of them and you could write paragraphs about them? Doesn't need to be a couple, maybe even a character 😄 I'm here to listen

In Hindi cinema I would say Ram Leela cuz I absolutely love that movie and I love them and the scene where he cuts off his ring finger to match Leela just makes me cry. And the end when they decide to die together if they can’t live together just ouch

In Hollywood it’s “me before you” idk if you guys have watched it but Clark and Will have my whole heart. They are so so doomed💔

[carmenred28]

Bbg aap single ho (asking for a friend hehe 🤭🫣)

Yaar I’m the singlest a person can be…. Ufff tired of being single 💔

[carmenred28]

Hiiii Dhurandhar Fam!!!

So I’m bored beyond measure although karne ke liye bahut se kaam pade hai so let’s do something fun. Adding to that I haven’t really interacted much with all of you guys cuz your girlie gets social anxiety lol. So…..

Ek Q&A session where you can ask me about myself or tell me about you or talk about Dhurandhar or really anything at all? Send all your asks to my inbox 🫶🏻

Tagging the peeps I remember the usernames of

@ishq-e-rehman @roohafterdark @roses-and-iron @mainyahaankyunhoon @between-smoke-and-roses @twinblueflamee @iamadelusionalwriter @obsessedwidskincare

[carmenred28]

:(

“You’re just a privileged baby” they sneer at me

I don’t correct them because they’re right

I was a privileged baby,

But what they don’t know is that this privileged baby left her 18 room home to live in a 3bhk apartment.

This privileged baby left her childhood behind because someone wasn’t in their right mind

This privileged baby left her city, left her friends and left her heart

This privileged baby grew up in a cacophony of screams

This privileged baby watched her family silently breaking

This privileged baby watched her house go quiet

This privileged baby left everything she knew and loved

So I don’t correct them when they sneer at me

I like the reminder of who I used to be

A happy little privileged baby

[carmenred28]

Ek Plate Uzair

Summary- When pregnancy craving kick in at midnight, Uzair becomes your personal Swiggy.

A/n- requested by the cutie@ishq-e-rehman I hope I did justice to your request.

Around 1:30 am, Uzair noticed that his wife was still wide awake and tossing and turning. Y/n had tried to be still and not wake her husband because he had been exhausted from work. But pregnancy hormones are not concerned with being practical. All Y/n could think of was eating sweet, doughy gulab jaamuns, the ones with no dry fruits in the centre. Her lack of sleep worried Uzair who leaned over, his hand snaking over her waist and splaying across her stomach instinctively.

“Jaan Kya hua? Dard ho raha hai? Neend nhi aa rahi?”

Y/n turned over and buried her face in his chest as his hold over her tightened, his worry intensifying with her lack of response.

“Jaan batao Kya hua? Doctor k paas chalein?”

Uzair’s mind went to the darkest places as she remained silent in his arms. Y/n sensed Uzair’s panic and pulled away just enough to meet his eyes.

“Gulab Jaamun khana hai.”

Her voice was childlike, cheeks burning in embarrassment and tears resting on the edge of her waterline as her lower lip trembled. Damn those pregnancy hormones.

Uzair sat fixed in his place for a moment, staring at his distraught wife’s face before pulling her back into his chest.

“Jaan isme rone ki kya baat hai? Main le aata hu. Wahi bina dry fruits wale na?”

“Par Maine tumhe jaga diya. Upar se 1:30 baj raha hai Uzair, Kaha se milega iss wakt Gulaab Jamun.”

Uzair sighed, he knew it would be nearly impossible to get her the dessert at this ungodly hour but as he looked at Y/n, his heart clenched and he knew he had to try.

“Haan Jaan, iss wakt milna toh mushkil hai magar mai koshish to kar hi sakta hun. Main yoo gaya aur yoo aya, tab tak tum aram karo.”

As he moved to leave the bed, he felt Y/n tugging at his sleeve.

“Uzairrrrr. Tum Kitne pyaare ho. Par Mujhe akele nhi rehna, main bhi chalti hu na tumhare sath.”

Y/n had changed her expression, lips forming a pout, eyes looking up at Uzair, knowing her husband couldn’t deny her.

“Acha Acha Chalo mere sath.” He cupped her face in his large hands and kissed her cheek.

Uzair helped her get in his car. They moved quietly through the house, feeling like teenagers sneaking out. The couple wanted to avoid Ulfat’s reprimanding glare. Ulfat bhabhi had become overprotective over Y/n. After all, she was the one who found out before even Uzair.

The car moved through the streets of Lyari. Soft music playing. Uzair and Y/n giggled about stories from their past, discussing Siyahi’s failing love life and Hamza’s lost puppy look whenever he was around Rehman. Uzair kept an eye out for open shops, failing to find any.

Half an hour passed, Y/n glanced at the time

“Uzair, jaan, I love you. Bahut der ho gyi hai ghar chalte hai, meri bewakoofi mei kab tak aise ghoomte firenge gulab jaamun dhoondne k lie. Already Kitna door aa gye hai.”

Her hold tightened over his hand over the gear box, thumb grazing his scarred, rough hand. His hand left the gear box briefly to squeeze her thigh

“Exactly, jab Itni door aa gye hai toh thodi der aur dhoond lete hai. Aur yeh bewakoofi nhi hai, tumhare sath wakt bitane mil raha h Mujhe.”

Uzair’s eyes soon caught the twinkling lights of a small sweet shop. He parked the car, gesturing for Y/n to remain inside while he checked out the place. Once he was satisfied with the hygiene and safety, he returned to get Y/n

They sat with warm gulab jaamuns and intertwined hands. Both their faces were lit up like Christmas trees, enjoying the domesticity of this moment. They joked over Rehman’s drunk shenanigans and Ulfat handling the entire family as if they were all her children.

Soon Y/n was pulled into his side, no space between their bodies as he fed her Gulaab jamun. They returned to the car, exhaustion of the late night excursion catching up to Y/n, she dozed off, her hand still gripping Uzair’s.

Uzair carried her out of the car, trying to be as quiet as possible. His silence was a failed attempt at escaping Ulfat who glared at Uzair. As she took in the sight of Y/n peacefully sleeping in Uzair’s arms her gaze softened and she gave them both a kiss on their foreheads and left.

Uzair and Y/n fell asleep tangled in the sheets, the sweet taste of gulab jaamun still on their tongue and their minds at peace. Uzair stared at his wife’s sleeping figure and knew that he would go to any lengths to get her what she wanted be it a gulab jaamun or his own heart carved out. But then again, his heart wasn’t really his own anymore, it belonged to Y/n since the day he saw her. This was his whole world.

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@roses-and-iron @iamadelusionalwriter

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[carmenred28]

Boyfriend ya Teacher?

Warnings- Exam stress, anxiety, stern!hamza

Summary- when you can’t stop procrastinating and hamza takes matters into his own hands.

A/N- for the lovely @roses-and-iron. For everyone who needs to study for an exam, best of luck girlies and no matter what I’m proud of you. Also I kind of really hate what I’ve written so just bear with me. First Hamza fic y’all(mera pehela pati) <3

The bed was covered with textbooks and random sheets scribbled with notes strewn about haphazardly, covering every inch of the bedsheet. Between them sat Y/n, holding an open textbook in her hand which she could barely focus on. This exam made up half her grade and she couldn’t afford to mess it up. Her knee kept bouncing in an uneven pattern as she read the printed words which seemed to be going right over her head. Her eyes flicked back to her phone every five minutes, the screen tempting her to scroll through reels for just another minute.

Hamza entered the room, taking in the scene, he walked over to Y/n and pulled her into his lap. He placed his hand on her bouncing knee,his thumb rubbing in a circular motion, finally causing her knee to still its movements. She leaned back into Hamza’s warm chest, a deep sigh escaping her lips. Hamza took the textbook in his hand and held it open in front of her, urging her to continue. The last thing he wanted to do was distract her. He left the room but kept an eye on her.

Hamza soon noticed a pattern, she would keep her eyes trained for a few minutes before they would drift to her phone. Every 10 minutes she would end up scrolling on her phone mindlessly. He knew she would lose her mind later if she didn’t study now. He knew she would skip sleeping and eating just to finish her syllabus. Hamza wasn’t going to let that happen.

He walked back to Y/n, holding his hand out and keeping his eyes trained on her phone. Y/n stared at him, raising an eyebrow when he motioned toward her phone. Hamza remained stoic.

“Phone do mujhe. Har panch minute mein reel dekhne lagti ho jab date paas aegi tab khana-peena chhod kar ghus jaaogi inn kitabon mein. Ek ghanta focus karo for break lena.”

Y/n scoffed, reaching up to snatch her phone back but Hamza held it over her head. She looked at his face, no trace of humour present. She knew she had worried him last time her exams had come around by nearly fainting. Hamza walked out of the room, returning soon with warm tea. He quietly collected the strewn about sheets and placed them neatly. He grabbed the book in Y/n’s hands and began reading to her while holding the book in her line of sight. Somehow Hamza’s voice reading out the monotonous words that refused to make sense to her just a minute ago, now had her full attention. Her eyes darted over the words as he read them aloud, his body heat enveloping her as his voice became the only thing her mind registered.

The hour passed in the blink of an eye and Y/n had made more progress than she had in the entire day. Hamza was patient, he paused whenever her eyes had furrowed in confusion, waiting for her to read over the words again to understand. Now that the hour was done, he stepped out of the room and returned with her phone and warm gooey cookies, handing them both to her as he kissed her forehead.

They continued this pattern for the rest of the day, studying for an hour and then taking a 20 minute break. Hamza questioned her on the topics she had read, praising her when she got them right and gently handing her the book when she couldn’t answer.

When her brain refused to cooperate, he gently coaxed her,

“Jaan take a deep breath, ab padho fir se, aaram se.”

When she got upset over not being able to answer the same question for the third time, he read out the answer slowly, stroking her hands gently to stop them from fidgeting.

Finally, around 9pm, he decided that she had studied enough for the day. He packed away the sheets and books, patiently waiting for her to finish reading the topic and then pried the book away from her and set them neatly on her table.

“Bas aaj ke liye kaafi hai. Ab aaram karo. Apne uss Johnny Depp ki reels dekh lo, mann refresh ho jaega.” He rolled his eyes as he said the actor’s name.

Y/n giggled, she was aware of how much he disliked her thirsting over the actor.

“ Par hamza mujhe toh sirf tumhe dekhna hai. Aaj toh mann sirf tumse hi refresh ho sakta hai.”

Hamza smiled and wrapped his arms around her, he whispered,

“ I’m proud of you. Exam mein jo bhi ho, meri liye tum hi first ho aur rahogi, hamesha.”

The world of books was soon forgotten as they lay wrapped around each other under the sheets, hands intertwined as they finally surrendered to sleep. Y/n stayed up for few minutes after hamza had fallen asleep, she kissed his forehead, whispering a silent thank you and settled back into his warm embrace leaving behind the worries of the coming exam. As long as she had her Hamza, there was no exam she couldn’t ace.

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[carmenred28]

Mujhe khana banana nhi ata. Mere shauhar ko wazan ghatana hai isliye woh ghar ka khana chahte h. Mai kaise apne shohar ko khilaungi?”

Ans-“Apke shauhar se kahei ki woh begum laaye hain naukar nhi, zyada hi takleef ho toh khud bana le. Waise agar bhookhe rahenge toh unka wazan jaldi ghatega. Mera kehna hai ki unhe khana hi na dein.”

I'm going to need all the answers from Y/N'S blog. this is hilarious. i can't stop laughing. love this

Omgggg…. If you guys would like I could do a segment where you could send in asks and I’ll answer the way Y/n would. What say???