about me: mai, 21, dms open for girls n gays, i write mainly nsfw n occasional sfw, ignore any mistakes etc & most importantly im hamza ali mazari’s/fawad khan’s wife 𑣲⋆
disclaimer: MDNI. i don’t proof read bc i cringe n all my work is completely fictional, not in line with real-life events/movies, or romanticise the real individuals. contains out of character depictions and no spy au’s. my writing isn’t intended to disrespect or spread hate towards religious, cultural, or patriotic beliefs of any individual, community or country. i will never encourage/promote hate or tolerate it on my blog. ℳ༯
hi jaan! i’m extremely grateful for you 🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽 one of the most sweetest & gorgeous person i’ve met on here, so thank you for being so amazing and kind to me, it means everything 🎀
i think ur the best hamza smut writer on tumblr hands down mummy ki kasam
hi babe, i just woke up to see this & omg thank you so much! this sweet compliment is everything to me, my month has been made 🎀 btw you’re so beautiful!!! 🧿
Imagine girl Abbu hamza when she’s going through puberty or even growing up and has a bf
hi babe, yess omg i missed adding that oops. so here dua is 13 & i think zayan would be like 18/19 let’s assume he’s studying at a university in vancouver but visits them on break & then a few years later she’s 18 whilst he’s 23!
girl abbu!hamza who hates how fast time passes, his first child and only son moved out and his daughter growing up. now at that early teenage stage where she enjoys her independence, prefers hanging out with her friends more and the occasional crash out here and there. it started when she would stop placing her clips in his hair and applying make up on him completely. losing interest in going to him first for some things as she becomes more of a mummy’s girl, yalina teaches her abt periods, how to do makeup, it’s easier to talk abt her crushes to her also. these little actions hurt him the most because he knows and understands it’s normal. he makes sure to buy her a range of sanitary products he has plenty of experience from buying them for his beautiful wife, spoiling them both with their favourite snacks and has hot water bottles at the ready. (he gets zayan a little smth too, though dua complains that he doesn’t deserve it.)
girl abbu!hamza who despite yalina preparing him over the next few years that it’s normal for dua to have silly crushes and start dating in highschool, he can only see her as his baby remembering the exact feelings he went through when having her in his arms for the first time, watching her wobble her way to him as her first steps, her first word being baba, it had all happened much faster than he wished. yalina warned him that he can not just threaten to annihilate the kids whole family if he dares to thinks about mistreating her would not be able to save him from jail this time. that was the only moment he missed his title and power he had. anyway, even though he kept track of all the people closest to them just in case someone could jeopardise what he has, meant he knew everything about this little bf, he still freaks out in his own way. internally his mind spirals throughout the months passing and dua is still hanging out with this boy, looking less like the casual hangout with a friend that she had told him. eventually when dua and yalina sit him down with a cold glass of water to tell him about her boyfriend of a few months he goes silent, and keeps his face blank. he listens carefully as they take turns telling him information he already knows, and tells dua to bring the boy over. he does tell zayan to be quiet when he makes a smug joke about how protective his abbu looks but would never raise his voice at either of his jaans. he ends up meeting her bf in public as dua insisted for her bfs safety but uses the excuse of finding a nice restaurant they all just have to go to. as much as he worries about her with his own traumatic history, seeing her bf having a clean history and treating her amazingly he would do anything for his daughters happiness so he only really approves from doing his own thorough research from the beginning. he also profusely apologises to yalina once again after seeing the younger her in their daughter. he does have a private heart to heart with dua after kicking zayan out who’s been annoying the duo for the last hour.
“chup kar ja khota” she muttured rolling her eyes aimed at her agitating, somehow elder brother who stole her samosa after scoffing down his own. hamza signaled for zayan to leave them two alone, he only complied to grab his ammi to join him into bullying the pair. where as hamza had listened to enough sibling bickering for the night, that had been one thing that stayed throughout the years. “baat suno meri jaan” he waited for her attention to divert from smiling at her phone to suddenly trying to hide it, “haan..?” she asked, her mind starting to race with the worst possible thoughts, “idhar aja” she felt her heart drop at the serious tone, did he find out her bf sneaked into her room last night and they might have shared a little kiss. ok maybe a make out but her abbu had ruined it by interrupting. as she shifted to the end of the sofa hamza opened his arms for her to nestle into his side. laying her head on his chest as he placed his arm around her shoulders, “main sirf aap ki khushi chahte hain, aur kuch nahi” she looked up to meet his gaze, seeing his sisters in her eyes peering up at him as he continued, “yeh dunya bohot zaalim hai, meri dua..magar aap ke abbu abhi zinda hai. jab tak mere jism mein aakhri saans baaqi hai, aap ko koi gham chhoo nahi sakta, main tuhanu hamesha mehfooz rakhanga” his hand soothingly rubbed her shoulders as she felt tears stinging slightly, “kal ko agar koi bhi baat ho, agar woh aap ka dil dukhaye ya aap ko rulaaye.. toh ek pal bhi wahan mat rukna, aap ka yeh abbu hamesha aap ke saath hai. aap bas mere paas wapas aa jana, abbu sab kuch sambhal lenge.” he meant every word of his vow.
this is unrelated, please say mashallah rq or the equivalent, no nazar on this beautiful baby, but she is what i imagine if hamlina had a daughter to be like 🧿
Sypnosis- Uzair had to compete with his dearest jaanu's brother for her love
a/n- @mujhekoimarsbhejdo wrote this and is forcing me to post this 😠, jk we wrote this together kind of 50-50( not a good guy or bad boy 50-50, anyone get it...?) but the idea was hers so hehehe ,my first co written fic, its crack fic-ish tbh
warnings- kissing, hickies, none other than that
We all have experienced numerous days in our lives where we feel that every entity in the universe is plotting against us. Uzair was going through a similar situation, he was having a horrible day. His morning was ruined when he spilled his chai over his kurta, which coerced him into taking a shower and changing so as to remove that stench and residue.
His day became progressively worse when he reached the factory and was met with a broken machine caused due to a worker's blunder. This in turn led to the delay of the consignment and he had to bear the brunt of Rehman Bhai’s anger because it was an important deal and would cost them a significant amount of funds.
Above all, he did not have the time or the energy to talk to you and hear you chat about your day, he was terribly missing your voice as it would always provide him solace whenever his day went haywire. Uzair’s longing to hold you increased with each passing minute he spent at the factory, he just wanted to see you, wrap his arms around you and breath in your scent which would immediately calm his nerves but he was currently stuck at the factory, having to deliver the shipment himself, because apparently he was supposed to do it since he had been negligent in supervising the job (yeah uzi baby get punishment).
When Uzair reached home late and night, he did not waste a single moment and dialed you up, you picked it up within the first few rings and he would be lying to himself if he did not involuntarily sigh and place his hand on his heart when he heard your soft, a quenching bestowal to his soul “Hello..” the voice reached him broken distributed phone signals of his nokia but over all city interference it was still so sweetly yours.
“Kya kar rahi ho, meri jaan?” he said lovingly as if leaning more into the phone would bring him to you
“Achha ab ja kar yaad ayi meri?,” you spoke whispering into the phone your puerile frustration evident
“Aisa nahi hai. Pura din tumhe yaad kar raha tha. Tadap raha tha tumse baat karne ke liye.”
“Mujhe nahi lagta, agar yaad ati toh ek toh call karte..pata hai subah se das sms kar chuki hoon mai” your voice got lower into murmurs but only more intense
“Aree jaanu tum toh jaanti hi ho factory ka kaam aur aaj din toh itna bakwaas gaya ki puchu mat”
“Baadh mei jaaye aapki factory ka kaam” you exclaimed but the voice barely carried to his ears
“Tum itne dheere kyu baat kar rahi ho? Kya hua”
“Kuch nahi bas Zaid so raha hai, vo uth gaya toh abbu tak baat phela dega humaari” you hushed watching down at Zaid who was curled into your chest
“Kya me tumhe milne aa sakta hu? Bohot yaad aa rahi hai. Tumhe dekhe bina neend nahi ayegi..” he spoke, his voice tinged with hope and longing as he awaited your reply.
“Nahi nahi, bohot risky hai, Zaid uth gaya toh problem ho jayega,” you denied firmly.
“Meri jaan please, tumse milne ke liye bechain ho rahi hu. Please main bohot dhyaan rakhkar aaunga aur zyada shor bhi nahi hoga.” The draining affairs of the day made him sound almost desperate.
Hearing the ache in his voice as he pleaded,made you caved in because you wanted to meet him too, “Theeke aa jana par zara bhi shor mat karna, Zaid bohot gehri neend me hai, Agar abbu ko pata chal gaya toh masla ho jayega.”
The transition in his voice from throbbing to elated was quick and he replied with a “Abhi aya” in a bustling tone before the line on the other end went dead.
You had to control your cry of excitement so as to not wake Zaid up who was curled against you. Your happiness was short lived when you felt him stir and look up at you with his bleary eyes and ask you sluggishly in his adorable voice.
“Aap kisse baat kar rahe the?”
Despite having the look of a deer caught in headlights on your face you replied with barely contained anxiety, “Koi mahi bas Afsana see baat kar rahi thi. Tum so jao.”
Even in his sleep addled haze he had the energy to ask more questions
“Kya baat kar rahe the?,” Zaid inquired.
“Kuch nahi baccha. Bas padhai ki baat chal rahi thi. Tum please so jao varma Ammi hume dategi.”
This frantic attempt to put him to sleep were futile because Zaid’s inquisitiveness overruled his desire to sleep.
“Kaisi padhai ki baat kar rahe the?” His voice growing more curious.
“Arre baba so jao-”
“Nahi sona mujhe. Aapse baat karni hai.” He sat up on the bed and looked at you with a soft smile. Your heart melted at the sight but it struck you that Uzair was coming to meet you and Zaid was showing no signs of drowsiness.
You texted Uzair a string of messages stricken with panic,
“UZAIR ABORT MISSION”
“MAT AANA ZAID UTH GAYA”
“UZAIR”
“ARRE MESSAGE DEKHO”
Meanwhile, Uzair was driving his jeep, humming a random song’s tune, his phone was in the glove box and he did not see the messages
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Uzair has snuck into your house far too many times one can count. You had gotten together when you were young so he knew every nook and corner of your fathers estate, he knew from which way to enter, how to bypass the cameras and the security guards too, even climbing into your room through your balcony has become purely a muscle memory for him, something he could even do when intoxicated or sleepy.
He climbed into your balcony with expert precision, stealthy enough not to make a single sound. His first and obvious instinct was to jump into the room and shower you with kisses, his eyes widened in panic and he felt his heart thump loudly against his ribcage but it was too late, he was here now and yes you were there plopped against the pillow that rested at the headboard but so was your brother sitting up straight and staring directly at him with big curious eyes.
Zaid did not know the pole of a man who looked mildly (very) terrifying standing in his and his aapi’s room.
“Aapi ye kaun hai?”
You felt your heart in your throat, not knowing what to answer, the first instinct that came to your mind was to pretend nothing was there so you replied perplexed with barely concealed trepidation (its my fav word sorry)
“Kaha kaun hai?”
“Vo balcony ke idhar.” Zaid pointed to where Uzair was standing like a man struck by lighting.
“Arre baccha kuch nahi udhar,” ypu replied with utmost sincerity
“Par aapi vo darawne dikhte hai,” zaid inched closer to you, curling into your chest to ease his fears
“Shhh so jao, so jao. Aaj kal bohot horror movies dekh rahe ho tum phir raat ko sote nahi ho tum,” you chided him, feeling a twinge of guilt scolding the poor child.
“Par-“
“Par var kuch nahi so jao shh,” you patted his head so he would sleep quickly.
It was no easy feat to put this mini thunderstorm to sleep, he kept squirming,
“Aapi kahani sunao,” he asked pouting because he knew you would fall for it
“Konsi sunao?”
“Koi bhi :))”
You started narrating a very made up on the spot story of how Spider Man and Barbie once saved the world from an evil dracula.
Uzair was hearing you narrate this obviously fictional story with nothing but love in his eyes , he was entranced, he watched Zaid curled into you, how you gently ran your hand through the child’s hair, while the other patted his back, mathe hard lines of his face morphing into a soft expression, his usually aloof self had an imperceptible smile on his face.
After a lot of squirming and questions about the fantastic story he finally fell asleep and you and Uzair collectively sighed in relief. You gently shifted Zaid so both of you were comfortable.
Uzair treaded closer with calculated steps, wary enough not to make a sound and sat on the bed at a glacial pace so as to not wake Zaid up, with that mischievous twinkle in his eyes you knew what he was upto. You shook your hide trying to fight the wide smile that said your surrender to his charm,
“ Please jaanu bas ek baar I missed you so much” “ I missed you too” you whispered, tucking your hair behind your ears, watching him inch closer till your nose touched, you giggled low, closing your eyes, tilting your head up further.
He pressed his slips slow against your, moving in a steady rhythm that drowned all the stress and havoc for the day for him and all the lingering insecurity and restlessness from yours, he pull back gently to find you still smiling that sweet smile eyes closed, he couldn't resist giving you a peck to your forehead saying against the skin “ I love you” “ I love you too”
You blinked up, “Bas ab jao” He pouted, dragging his lips down the arch of your cheek to breathing heavy at your the crook of your neck, “ Ngh” You clutched at the bedsheets moaning softly as she started to suckle on the skin, “ Uzair” You warned but your own voice breaked “ Uzair please koi uth jayega” You hissed biting on your lips, his teeth were grazing hard enough to leave a mark and you it was intentional getting back at you for the trick you pulled off last week by emptying out his cigarette box and filling it with rolled paper.
You were about to give in like you did to his charm almost every time when you heard the small squeak beside you, “ AAPI DRACULA!” “Kaha mujhe toh nahi dikh raha” Uzair grinned tipping off his head, ignoring the dead glare you gave him all while trying to sush Zaid back to sleep.
The next morning you dressed incredibly modest in accordance with the girl you were, the dupatta draped over your neck so deliberately that it looked like you had spent all morning trying to perfect it ( you had). You were the last one to sit at the table because of the time you had put into perfecting your appearance, it had a reason of course; you required your parents’ permission to go out with your “friend”(Its Uzair), so you had to look as if you were obedience personified and partly to hide the purple mark blooming on your neck
You noticed had been playing with the food on your plate for a while, you braced yourself and were just about to speak when Zaid said,
“Baba mene kal humare kamre me dracula dekha.”
You almost choked on your food, your father questioned back, perplexed,
“Dracula?”
“Haa baba lamba, dadhi th-”
You had to intervene before he exposed your secret and possibly be the reason for the future confinement in your room,
“Baba iski baat mat suno aap, horror movies dekhta rehta hai aur bolta hai Dracula dikh gaya, uska vehem tha”
You added “Vaise baba…mujhe vo..”
“Kya?”
“Baba aaj mujhe apni dost ke saath bahar jaana hai….”
There was four seconds of silence before your father replied, almost interrogating
“Kyu jana hai? Aur kaha jaana hai?”
“Bas..idhar hi Baba, uske ghar hi jaungi, aur 8 baje tak vapis aa jaungi”
You could heart your heart beating in your ear as you awaited for your fathers reply
“Theek hai, chali jao, par sirf uske ghar pe, aur kidhar nahi, aur Zaid ko bhi leke jao apne saath”
“KYU?” your voice sounded a little too anxious at the prospect of taking Zaid with you
“Iska kya matlab hai, me aur tumhari ammi ghar par nahi hai aaj, toh iska khayal kaun rakhega, agar jaana hai toh isse bhi leke jao varna ghar par raho tum dono” You knew one line they didn't say out loud, Zaid was supposed to be their second head, chaperoning you everywhere you went so you not even by accident end up with a boyfriend, but you were also headstrong and ended with the very opposite of your parents idea - with a gangster as your lover, and little did they knew their small munchkin was on your side more than he was on theirs.
“Nahi nahi, leke jaati hu me isse apne saath,” you said, accepting your defeat.
You turned your head to the side to look at Zaid who was beaming up at you because he was going to have fun with his aapi today and felt a little bad for feeling so stingy about bringing him along but it wasnt for Zaid but for the fact that what you were going to tell him? Explain to him about Uzair.
You had gotten ready by noon, wearing a short dark blue kurti paired with jeans but by the time you were down, Zaid was already bouncing off the walls, unable to contain his excitement.
“Aapi chale jaldi please”
“Arre baccha ruko, itni kya jaldi hai”
You offered him your hand which he willingly grabbed and started skipping instead of walking. Your original plan included your driver dropping you off outside your friend’s house and Uzair picking you up from there. The plan remained the same but now you had to reveal your relationship with Uzair to Zaid or else would definitely vomit everything out in front of your father. Despite Zaid being almost 2 decades younger than you (yeah parents got no chill) , he knew the majority of your secrets and he kept them to himself, although it required occasional bribing but you knew they were safe so him knowing about Uzair would not be a major issue unless he revealed it in excitement.
The car ride came to an end outside your friends house and both of you got down, you waited for the driver to leave still not going inside, Zaid asked,
“Aapi hume andar jaana hai na?”
“Nahi, hum kidhar aur jaa rahe hai..”
He was very delighted to hear that, his eyes lit up,
“Sach?! Kidharr??!!”
“Shh shh zor se mat bolo, clifton beach jaa rahe hai, kisiko batana nahi okay? Promise?”
“Pinky promise nahi bataunga!!”
He had not been to the beach in a while, mostly because your parents were unavailable due to both political and business matters and unfortunately you had college to attend and you couldn’t always take him. The happiness emanating from him made your heart swell
“Aapi hum kaise jaa rahe hai beach pe?”
“Vo…ek gaaadi ayegi aut usme hum bethke jayenge”
As if on cue, a jeep came right in front of you, Uzair got down to open the door for you and both Zaid and Uzair shared two seconds of eye contact. Zaid tugged at the sleeve of your kurti to whisper,
“Aapi ye toh dracula hai :0”
“Baccha aisa nahi kehte, its not nice. Chalo gaadi me baith te hai”
You picked him up to place him in the back seat and occupied the front seat. Zaid was still not over the fact that the man driving the car could be dracula, he had to make sure he was not to keep him and his aapi safe, he inquired,
“Aapka naam kya hai?”
“Uzair,” Uzair replied without looking behind. His tone carried a certain softness which he generally did not use
“Aap karte kya hai?”
“Kaam karta hu..”
“Kaisa kaam?”
That was the question, Uzair did not have a child safe answer to but he had to say something so he just said,
“Factory me kaam karta hu..”
“Kaisi factory?”
Uzair muttered an imperceptible “Ya Allah” under his breath whereas you had to put your palm over your mouth to prevent laughter erupting from you at this little interrogation.
Uzair was mildly exasperated now, not at the child but at the absurdity of his question but he still answered,
“Nakli bandooko ki factory me…”
“Matlab vo toy vaaali?! :0”
“Ha..”
“Woooow :0”
Throughout the whole ride, Zaid was interrogating Uzair to reassure his and his sisters safety, he was satisfied but you had to chide him quite a few times because the questions were never ending, when you finally reached Clifton Beach Zaid looked like he had been handed the moon, his eyes were all wide and bright and a wide smile on his face because he could not contain his happiness. He basically dragged you closer to the shore, his feet leaving small imprints on the sand.
All three of you sat a little farther away from the shore, Zaid felt like he was dreaming because everything today had been according to his own wishes. You ran a hand through his hair to fix them and asked him,
“Maza aa raha hai na?”
“Ha aapi bohot aa raha hai,” he snuggled closer to you and you kissed his forehead.
“Kuch khana hai?”
Zaid nodded eagerly before saying , “Ice cream” with a wide grin, smiling ear to ear
“No- tumhe bukhar ho jayega” Uzair wanted to charm the boy so he slipped between your command, flashing Zaid a ‘I am the cool-er person here smile’
Uzair tried to play the good cop, patted Zaid’s back
“Ek baar se kuch nahi hota, me leke aata hi tumhe chahiye toh”
Zaid’s reaction was the complete opposite of what Uzair had expected , instead of being happy and liking Uzair, Zaid had just narrowed his eyes and side eyed him …he clearly wasn't having it, nothing for the man who looked like a dracula and tried to suck his sister blood, he wasn't impressed not at all.Uzair was thoroughly confused and gave you a look which said, “Maine kiya kya?”
Zaid just scooted closer to you, leaning against your arm, and questioned,
“Aapi hum inhe apne saath kyu leke aye hai?”
You had to reveal it to him now, he was going to find out one day or the other and him being quite perceptive would not have a hard time understanding it either so you cleared your throat before answering him,
“Yeh mere boyfriend hai….”
“Aapka boyfriend hai?!” His voice had gotten squeaky due to the sheer disbelief in his expression.
“Zor se mat bolo! Ha hai! Baith ja ab”
Zaid stared at Uzair for a good twenty seconds before just nodding. You needed the approval of the child , even if you did not want to,
“Kaise lage tumhe ye?”
“Matlab….theek hi hai..par yahi mile the aapke :( ?” Zaid was very concerned as to why his beautiful, dearest sister decided to love ‘this’ and above all he looked like a terrifying monster from his dreams, he was quite frankly disappointed in her taste
“Par ab tumhe pasand aye kya? Ye tumhe spider man aur iron man laake denge”
Uzair looked so hopeful as if his entire worth and future was dependant on a toddlers a statement
“Voh toh baba bhi laake dete hai aur aap bhi usmei kya naya hai” Uzair held his hand to his heart dramatically to signify the hurt caused, “ Aise nahi bolte, dekho kitne acche hai na bhaiya” You squeezed Uzair’s cheek to make him look less scary for Zaid, for him to watch how easily you could handle this 6 feet two giant. “ yeh dekho yeh tumhe life sized spider man denge, tumse bhi taller” Zaid eyes shot up, and he nodded for once a happy quick nod. “ Sach mei!?”
Uzair saw the opportunity, he wasn't going to let it go to waster, “ Haan mai la sakta hoon, tumhari height ka double” He lied, there weren't any shop that was selling this but he was going to make it happen so technically it wasn't a lie.
“ Bhaiya kitne acche hai!”
You seized the opportunity to make Zaid like Uzair more and added,
“Haina! Aur vo na tumhe jo chahiye vo chocolate lake denge aur pata hai tumhe vo tumhe hotwheels ka pura set bhi denge”
“Sach?! Phir toh ye mujhe bohot pasand aa gaye!!” Zaid was on cloud nine, giggling and excited like a puppy that had heard all his favourite words, Uzair sighed relieved that he still had his charm with kids the one he has developed over time by handling Naeim and Faisal.
You walked a bit further with them and Zaid was bombarding him with questions he did not know how to react with, because Zaid was still convinced that this man was a dracula despite how many times you had corrected him, but at least they were getting along now.
When the sound of the water crashing against each other get louder Zaid turned his head watching the waves meet and and froth at the edges, seeing the small distraction Uzair simply held your hand getting a moment to watch you leisurely this was not the date he had signed up for but it felt more than good to be included into your family in some way.
“ Acchi lag rahi hoo” He whispered fondly and you smiled resting your head on his bicep and he flexed it of course he did, you just rolled your eyes. Zaid had turned back watching the spectacle now a little concerned at why you are standing so close to the dracula other than that he was fine, he did not really know what the boyfriend meant apart from the fact that it made his parents scrunch up their face or from the movies he had heard it being said.
“ Aapi boyfriend kya hota hai”
“ Boyfriend..yaani ke hum dono ek dusre ko pasand karte hai ”
“ OH” he blinked once before nodding, understanding the concept 10 times more he did before
“Lekin ek baat toh tumhe mai batana hi bhul gayi…”
“Konsi?”
“Dekho mujhe ye bhaiya pasand hai aur inhe me, toh me toh unhi ke saath rahungi na, aapka saath kaise rahu? Nikaah ke baad toh ye mujhe leke chale jayenge”
You could see the colour leave Zaid’s face
“Kya?!”
“Haa puchh lo khud inse”
Zaid turned to Uzair to ask him,
“Aap meri aapi ko le jaoge?” his eyes were glassy with unshed tears
“Unse kya poochh rahe ho baccha? Me bata rahi hu vo leke jayenge par tumhe toh bada vala spiderman milega na. Ab batao tumhe ye achhe lage?”
Zaid’s gaze drifted downwards , he was staring at his palms, the idea of having a spider man toy larger than him sounded appealing but it meant his Aapi would leave
“Nahi achhe lage..” his voice suddenly sounded small, lips pursing into a pout, he waddled forward pushing his small hands at both your legs so you two would stand apart, he slapped at Uzair’s legs once before clinging to yours, “ Nahi ..aap inke saath nahi jaogi” “ Aree kyu? acche hai na bhaiya kitne”
“Bilkul achhe nahi hai ye,” he huffed and locked his arms around your legs
“Aisa nahi bolte kisike baare me,” you tried to gently reprimand him but the waterworks began, it always made you panic when Zaid would start crying, currently Uzair was panicking more than you were.
“Mai kya karu?!” Uzair was alarmed beyond limits this was his first chance to impress her family and he failed at it miserably
“Kuch mat karo, Uzair. Ruko”
You picked Zaid up, he immediately wrapped his arms around your neck, his face in the crook of your neck, as he let the tears fall freely. The sniffles broke your heart
“Nahi nahi kahi nahi jaa rahi hai, tumhare paas hi rahungi. Ye bhaiya mujhe nahi le jayenge pakka”
“Sach?” He needed to be reassured that his aapi was going to stay with him for the rest of his life
“Sacchi. Pinkie promise. Pehle rona bad kar do” you wiped his tears before he buried his face in the crook of your neck again
Uzair looked mildly offended when you told Zaid he was not taking you with him. He mouthed to you, “Mai toh leke jaunga” you shot him a glare while rubbing Zaid’s back the action made him shut up real quick
Zaid mumbled something which was meant for you but it was loud enough for Uzair to hear too
“Agar ye apko leke gaye toh mai inko marunga..”
“Kya karoge aap? Idhar dekh ke batao jara,” you were fighting every facial muscle trying not to laugh.
“Main inko marunga,” he said with utmost seriousness, even crossing his arms trying to look intimidating
Uzair se “Tumhari aapi meri hai, me toh leke jaunga inhe”
“Nahi meri aapi hai! Mai roz kulfi khata hu! Body banti hai usse! Me aapko marunga”
“Accha mai toh darr hi gaya” Zaid cries were changed into this childish anger seeing the smug smile on his face and Uzair was doing it intentionally to distract him and at this point it was fun to watch something so little threaten him. So he stood his hands crossed over chest grinning widely.
“Zaid tumhe pata hai inhone meri kissi lene ki try kiya” Uzair raised his eyebrows at the said ‘accusation’ and nodded proudly
“Chhhi meri aapi ko sirf me kissi dunga” He hugged your face so as to protect you if Uzair tried to kiss you
“Koi nahi beta ek baar tum jao toh fir tumhari didi meri” Zaid look back over his shoulder, sticking out his tongue “ Bleh :p”
“Par maine bola na tumhari aapi meri hai, kuch aur din vo tumharien saath hai, badme toh mai uthake le jaunga”
Zaid's chubby face shifted, he was still a kid after all and breaking into big ugly sobs was the usual so he did once again “Uzair tum bhi! Bacche ko rulate ho! Sorry bolo use”
“Sorry…par mene jhooth thodi kaha..”
“Shh!” It took you a while to soothe him this humming soft, patting the back of head slow and gentle in continuous motion that made him sleepy and fall asleep in your arms, you gave Uzair a tired nudge resting on his shoulder feeling sleepy yourself, he picked you both up placing you ever so carefully in the backseat and got to driving, bribed the driver to keep it hush shifting you from one car to another himself as you snored in sync with Zaid.
Now since Zaid was aware of your little secret your ‘ innocent’ brother had made its life purpose to use it as an active threat, and made it mandatory to chaperone you every time you went out to meet Uzair. For the first days it was cute but now Uzair could not make out with his jaan, or let alone talk dirty on phone because her little brother was lurking around always and turned into both of them glaring foolishly at each other whenever they met eyes.
In another one of those instances you found yourself at Uzair’s haveli since you had baked a cake, while you were in the kitchen trying to cut it properly in symmetry Uzair was finding the perfect movement to slip out and he did when Zaid became entranced with the gun on his wall ( decorative piece), he scurried to the kitchen, getting a hold of you from behind, his large hands going to wrap around yours waist as he swept you off the floor, twirling you once making you giggle.,
“ Bas bas koi dekh lega”
You hushed him jumping out of his hold, but he wasn't having it, he needed a kiss.
He pressed his lips against yours carrying the sweet yet desperate rhythm for almost two minutes before you pinched his arm,
“ Bhaiya bhabhi ghar par hai tumhare sharam nahi hai tumhe”
“ Trust me I have walked in on them doing worse”
He licked the frosting off the cake making you tut once again,
“ Uzair manners”
“Arre yaar ek baar aur bas” He leaned in pointing his finger at his cheek impatiently, “ Jao na pareshan mat karo” “ Ek baar na jaanu please” You sighed pressing a quick peck, “ Ab jao”
Uzair got what he wanted, a mean to piss off the kid in the bedroom, yes he knew he was being pathetic putting up beef with a *idk remember the age* but it was so much fun. He stepped back inside one hand on his cheek to cheek cover the pink lipstick mark you left slowly uncovering the mark for well... dramatic effect
"Yeh kya hai? " Zaid shamed him from across the room eyeing the obvious outline of lips,
"Tumhari didi ne diya"
Zaid gasped in absolute betrayal, " Nahi ho hi nahi sakta unhone promise kiya tha"
" Ab toh hogaya" He smirked leaning at the wall " Ab toh mai tumhaari didi ko le jaunga"
Zaid gasped in absolute betrayal, " Nahi ho hi nahi sakta unhone promise kiya tha"
" Ab toh hogaya" He smirked leaning at the wall " Ab toh mai tumhaari didi ko le jaunga"
Zaid could not fathom the sheer betrayal, “No- didi meri hai bola na maine aapko? Me aapko maaru kya?” He stood up on the bed but still looked comically small compared to Uzair sitting on the bed
“Accha kya? Aap toh itne chhotu se ho? Kaise maroge mujhe?” Uzair did not feel an ounce of guilt for harassing the poor child.
“Me chhota nahi hu! Ye dekho meri body!” Zaid showed his noodle-chubby arm which made Uzair burst out laughing
“Isse kya hi hoga mera?”
This made Zaid pout and he huffed before pushing Uzair with all the strength his small form could muster, it did not even move Uzair by a micrometer which frankly bruised Zaid’s ego
“Meri did sirf mujhse pyaar karti hai aapse nahi!”
“Agar vo aapse pyaar karti toh vo aapko kissi deti lekin unhone kissi toh mujhe di matlab vo aapse pyaar nahi karti.” It was so childish of Uzair to bully a 4 year old but it was fun so he was going to let himself enjoy it. He even stuck his tongue out at the child to vex him even more
This provoked Zaid even more he started throwing pillows at Uzair which he caught effortlessly, what Zaid did not realise was that while throwing the nearest objects at Uzair he yeeted your phone at him which went flying straight at the wardrobe and then on the ground.
The gravity of the situation dawned upon Zaid and both of them just looked at each other
“Oopsie…” Zaid got down from the bed in a hurry to pick up the phone, and all he saw was random coloured lines on the phone and the screen just bounced forward.
“Ab didi margegi mujhe..” the fear in his voice evident as he looked up at Uzair
“Nahi maregi…mai kuch karta hu”
“Pakka na?” Zaid looked like he was about to cry thinking maybe the tears would make his sister go easy on him
“Ha pakka ,arre mere baap rona band karo aap pehle,” Uzair picked Zaid up, rubbing his back, “Aap Faisal ke saath khelne jao me dekh leta hu sab, okay?”
Zaid nodded before Uzair put him down and he went sprinting downstairs
Uzair didn't want him to have his first heartbreak of her sister getting upset at him and yet and he knew it was half his fault too at provoking a fight in the first place, Zaid needed some lesson to be grounded for his occasional violent outburst but Uzair found himself unable to handle his crying face, not even letting you catch the whiff who was actually behind the incident and too all the blame and scolding on himself.
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Zaid got back at the gesture when you finally had to declare it to your parents that you were in a relationship and had been for more than 2 years now that too with a notorious gangster and now you wanted to marry him- maybe you shouldn't have dropped all the bombs at once. Scolding was invietable at this point, you stood with your hands folded in the front as the taunts got louder and louder weighing down your shoulders when he decided to step in, standing 4 feet tall in front of your parents with a fiercly protective stance, the braveness making your heart melt
" Voh dracula hai toh kya hau bahut acche hai" that did ease some of the tension
Although they didn't stop fighting all together and how could you forget the heartbreakingly loud sobs he let out when the decorated car came to take you away from the venue to his house on the day of your nikaah, so much so Uzair had to pick him up and take him along in the car with you both what he didn't expect was to find Zaid sitting wide awake on their bed on their wedding night, you held in laughing seeing the life leave his face, he was not going to fight for his now WIFE with her little brother, might as well parcel the kid back home.
a/n- no i dont think blue is for boys and pink is for yeh line dividers was a coincidence lol hehehe bale bale mere bacche ne likhe hai show some love ( threat)
girl abbu!hamza who had been holding a rope whilst yalina held a pregnancy test. the full blown panic attack had it slip from his hands just as they had. during the period he was freaking out when mistakenly discovering his wife is expecting, the guilt of knowing she’s left alone to look after herself and his eldest child haunted him viciously. despite the voice screaming that he’s disgustingly selfish for desperately needing to reunite, his wife and son despise him for not trying harder. they’d be better off. someone else would prioritise them and love them the way his heart had always desired. does his broken soul coated in violence and tragedy want to tarnish another innocent? eventually after months of resisting himself, with the blessing of a beautiful miracle and the connections made along the way, he manages to gain his righteous third and last life he has wholeheartedly earned.
girl abbu!hamza who when his chubby baby girl was born, instantly sobbed, almost hysterically until yalina had to take her from his embrace. crying for the birth of one of the purest thing in his life, but also for the future she could potentially suffer from in the hands of the world that ripped him apart. the flashbacks he couldn’t push away in the moment when hearing the first tiny wails, reminding him of voices he had unwillingly started to slowly forget. no matter how much training or how he tries to suppress the human side, he will always live without his other family for longer than he had them. the milestone hitting as hard as when he aged older than his eldest sister when her life was violently cut short. outgrowing his own older sibling still felt like a crime decades later the guilt had become engrained in his throat, making every breath feel like stolen property. the reminder felt like foul poison in his mouth, knowing his mother and sisters will never meet his precious family in this lifetime. atleast he got to hear their echo through his daughter once more.
girl abbu!hamza who when it was his turn to bond with his baby girl, had her nestled onto his chest whilst the new reality melted into his skin. the previous shadow of the rope he had once tied around his neck had at last been cut for good, when she had wrapped her soft, tiny fingers around his scarred thumb. with the terrorising sucidal thoughts evaporating sealing his own third birth.
girl abbu!hamza who yearns for his wife’s trust like no other. tending to her care after begging yalina again, repeatedly for forgiveness for leaving them during that time and simultaneously for taking him back. drowning repeatedly in the suffocating ‘what ifs’ till his babygirl is back safe in his arms, she soothes and steadies him more than he could express. he takes no day for granted as who other than him knows what it’s like to lose everyone you love with no one else to blame but yourself?
girl abbu!hamza who knew that yalina had decided her baby’s name as dua. the gift from her prayer throughout the years she tormented, her wish when her and zayan were left alone and the part of her that irrevocably loves her hamza had prayed for a final proof of their love. he finds himself emotional again as he can’t hide from the realisation anymore. they are all the answer to his prayers. a sign that maybe waheguru ji had looked at jaskirat and decided that the broken man who had died twice already, has finally sacrificed enough.
girl abbu!hamza who comforts his first born constantly never wanting him to feel replaced, making up for the lost time. though his daughter has a special unique side of him. the rather naive reason he felt somewhat grateful at the birth of his first child being a son was the thought that zayan could’ve handled his death better. he couldn’t stand to think of dua in zayan’s position. reuniting with him had made him realise it’s the latter but he has the rest of his years to make it up to them.
girl abbu!hamza who frequently spends his family time staring at them but specifically her. dua’s eyes resembling harleen and her smile as jasleen’s the similarity had his shattered heart ache. he no longer has to silently pray, now freely expressed his gratitude for allowing him to have another chance to look into the reflection’s of those he can never face again in this lifetime.
girl abbu!hamza who when cradling his baby whispers vows and promises to protect them all with everything he has, he can not rely on another chance. hence spending every moment he can bring a present loving abbu. “sadqay jaavaan aap par, enni pyaari bachhi kis di ae?” he’d coo daily, earning a bright familiar giggle,“haaan! meri! ab nini aa jao, meri dua..abbu tenu hamesha mehfooz rakhan ge.”
girl abbu!hamza who adores her especially when his wife dresses her in pretty pastel onesies and can’t help the huge smile forming when they say ‘daddy’s girl’ and ‘i love my daddy.’ he never truly allowed himself to think he’d deserve to see or hear those words meaningfully directed at him for who he really is.
girl abbu!hamza who spoils his daughter rotten, in all the ways possible. he gives up trying to pretend to resists her demands embarrassingly easily, folding the second those eyes well up and her cute face pouts. but mainly because a single tear from her feels like another personal failure to add to the long list.
girl abbu!hamza who willingly feeds, burps, changes his baby without a fuss, cherishing fatherhood with a tiny bit less guilt than his first experience. he could never complain about her, even when his arms would tire after hours of holding her to a sweet sleep, not when her sticky, grubby fingers would touch his cheeks, lips, yank his beard, even grabbing a fistful of hair with that intense baby grip and pulling it into her mouth.
girl abbu!hamza who would rather be tortured again when he has to suffer with watching powerlessly when she’s sick. he is by her side the entire time with a range of medicines already stocked, “meri dua, meri sohni..abbu hor kise nu takleef vich nahi vekh sakde. tu hi abbu di aakhri umeed ain, meri jaan. tere baghair taan abbu jeen de qaabil vi nahi si.”
girl abbu!hamza who buys her desi gold churiyan remembering how his own sisters had the same when they were born. he also gets matching sets for his beautiful wife, a mini push present given monthly. when they go to get dua’s ears pierced after he bought her a pair of gold flower studs since yalina had been mentioning she had booked an appointment, he couldn’t help the deathly glare at the poor piercer trying to fulfil her job. he over buys beautiful clips and bows, placing them neatly into her thick, wisps of curls she took from both parents. when she’s a little older she decorates his mane the very same way, which he patiently lets her.
girl abbu!hamza who ‘reads’ stories set in a cosy village, though zayan can picture the setting more easily than dua who will only know vancouver, he starts the tale off with a young boy who loved his dear sisters very much, especially when they would argue the exact same as his own do. he couldn’t help swallowing the lump in his throat and his voice cracking slightly on the descriptions of a home he can never return to.
girl abbu!hamza who dreads how fast time passes and how easily she catches him staring now. even noticing a couple of times the way his green eyes would glisten with fresh tears, instead of immediately scolding her when she and zayan would bicker over the silliest of things, his battered heart tearing again at the adorable, normal sibling life mirroring what he used to have. when she had pointed it out once, he simply kissed her forehead, saving his heavy lore for a time when they are able to understand.
girl abbu!hamza who chokes back on his tears when dua wraps her small arms around his neck and whispers that she loves him so much and that he is the best abbu in the whole wide world. he could never truly wipe away the sense of unworthiness because a stubborn, guilt ridden part still views himself as a withered man who barely survived his own sins.
girl abbu!hamza who cherishes every moment, the simple things hold the most meaning, so when zayan and dua get into a fight the pair deem as war, both muttering the most hurtful things their little minds can think of he gives the exact desi lecture his sisters would’ve also rolled their eyes at. “ek doosre ka hath kabhi mat chhodna, tum dono hi abbu ki kul kayenat ho.” he would lovingly say as they would grunt going back to tearing each other’s heads off over the pettiest thing, making him finally feel as if he’s reached his home again.
girl abbu!hamza who would always have to look over his shoulder so without a doubt would do the same for her. after all, she is the reason he was gifted with no longer needing to seek solace in his dreams nightmares to live the third life he used to pathetically, secretly crave.
girl abbu!hamza who hates how fast time passes, his first child and only son moved out and his daughter growing up. now at that early teenage stage where she enjoys her independence, prefers hanging out with her friends more and the occasional crash out here and there. it started when she would stop placing her clips in his hair and applying make up on him completely. losing interest in going to him first for some things as she becomes more of a mummy’s girl, yalina teaches her abt periods, how to do makeup, it’s easier to talk abt her crushes to her also. these little actions hurt him the most because he knows and understands it’s normal. he makes sure to buy her a range of sanitary products he has plenty of experience from buying them for his beautiful wife, spoiling them both with their favourite snacks and has hot water bottles at the ready. (he gets zayan a little smth too, though dua complains that he doesn’t deserve it.)
girl abbu!hamza who despite yalina preparing him over the next few years that it’s normal for dua to have silly crushes and start dating in highschool, he can only see her as his baby remembering the exact feelings he went through when having her in his arms for the first time, watching her wobble her way to him as her first steps, her first word being baba, it had all happened much faster than he wished. yalina warned him that he can not just threaten to annihilate the kids whole family if he dares to thinks about mistreating her would not be able to save him from jail this time. that was the only moment he missed his title and power he had. anyway, even though he kept track of all the people closest to them just in case someone could jeopardise what he has, meant he knew everything about this little bf, he still freaks out in his own way. internally his mind spirals throughout the months passing and dua is still hanging out with this boy, looking less like the casual hangout with a friend that she had told him. eventually when dua and yalina sit him down with a cold glass of water to tell him about her boyfriend of a few months he goes silent, and keeps his face blank. he listens carefully as they take turns telling him information he already knows, and tells dua to bring the boy over. he does tell zayan to be quiet when he makes a smug joke about how protective his abbu looks but would never raise his voice at either of his jaans. he ends up meeting her bf in public as dua insisted for her bfs safety but uses the excuse of finding a nice restaurant they all just have to go to. as much as he worries about her with his own traumatic history, seeing her bf having a clean history and treating her amazingly he would do anything for his daughters happiness so he only really approves from doing his own thorough research from the beginning. he also profusely apologises to yalina once again after seeing the younger her in their daughter. he does have a private heart to heart with dua after kicking zayan out who’s been annoying the duo for the last hour.
“chup kar ja khota” she muttured rolling her eyes aimed at her agitating, somehow elder brother who stole her samosa after scoffing down his own. hamza signaled for zayan to leave them two alone, he only complied to grab his ammi to join him into bullying the pair. where as hamza had listened to enough sibling bickering for the night, that had been one thing that stayed throughout the years. “baat suno meri jaan” he waited for her attention to divert from smiling at her phone to suddenly trying to hide it, “haan..?” she asked, her mind starting to race with the worst possible thoughts, “idhar aja” she felt her heart drop at the serious tone, did he find out her bf sneaked into her room last night and they might have shared a little kiss. ok maybe a make out but her abbu had ruined it by interrupting. as she shifted to the end of the sofa hamza opened his arms for her to nestle into his side. laying her head on his chest as he placed his arm around her shoulders, “main sirf aap ki khushi chahte hain, aur kuch nahi” she looked up to meet his gaze, seeing his sisters in her eyes peering up at him as he continued, “yeh dunya bohot zaalim hai, meri dua..magar aap ke abbu abhi zinda hai. jab tak mere jism mein aakhri saans baaqi hai, aap ko koi gham chhoo nahi sakta, main tuhanu hamesha mehfooz rakhanga” his hand soothingly rubbed her shoulders as she felt tears stinging slightly, “kal ko agar koi bhi baat ho, agar woh aap ka dil dukhaye ya aap ko rulaaye.. toh ek pal bhi wahan mat rukna, aap ka yeh abbu hamesha aap ke saath hai. aap bas mere paas wapas aa jana, abbu sab kuch sambhal lenge.” he meant every word of his vow.
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a/n: i know i said i would never write spy au & this is why 🤬 sticking to smut again
had this song on repeat, i can’t help but relate every song to them kms
tujhe jeet jeet haaroo
as i win you i lose in losing myself i win you
yeh praan praan varoo
now i live only for you can give my life for you
hay aise main nihaaroo
like this i wish to look at you forever
teri aartee utaaroo
i want to worship you
tere naam se jude hai saare naate
my all relations start, related with your name only
apke hatho ke dwara like gayi spice ki zor se yaad ari hai… pls aur feed krdoooo mwah
hii bbg i love uu 🫶🏽 im gonna post girl dad hamza this week & i’ll post like a shorter 1/2k smut for him idk when but istg us few hamza girls are being starved smh 🎀
canon divergent AU. Mughal Knight! Hamza Ali Mazari/Maratha Spy! Jaskirat Singh Rangi & Mughal Princess! Shehzadi Y/N Begum
Disclaimer‼️ This story is a work of historical fiction. While it features real historical figures, kingdoms, and settings from the 17th-century Mughal-Maratha conflict such as Maharani Yesubai, Prince Shahu, and General Zulfiqar Khan, certain characters, dialogues, timelines, and events have been created, modified, or dramatized for creative and storytelling purposes. This work is intended purely for entertainment and artistic expression, and does not claim to be a perfectly accurate textbook representation of historical facts.
"Jis shakhs ko hum ne Shehanshah ki nazron se chhupa kar apna khuda banaya, wo hamare hi ghar ki deewaron ko khokhla kar raha tha. Humein mitti mein mila kar, apne raja ko kya mughal sultanat tohfay mein doge?"
The Mughal Empire was a dominant power across the Indian subcontinent from 1526 to 1857. During its peak of power in the 17th Century, the Mughal Empire thrived on immense riches, booming international commerce, and brilliant cultural milestones. Its treasury was so unimaginably vast that European kings looked like peasants by comparison. It didn’t take long for the world to realise that the Mughal Empire is expanding at such a speed that raised concerns all over their kingdoms. The empire controlled at least a quarter of the world’s entire economy, which means it operated on a scale of sheer luxury, influence, and absolute dominance that the world has rarely seen since.
However, like every kingdom, there were cruelties attached to this extraordinary power too. All this glittering wealth was mirrored by extreme ruthlessness, as the empire's aggressive expansion attracted global attention for its sheer brutality. Under rulers like Aurangzeb & Sultan Al-Muzaffar Jahangir Shah, the state unleashed severe religious persecution and wartime atrocities to crush anyone who resisted.
The Maratha Kingdom bore the absolute worst of this fury as the Mughals razed towns, destroyed sacred temples, and inflicted horrific violence on the population. The peak of this cruelty came with the capture of the Maratha king, Chhatrapati Sambhaji Maharaj, who was subjected to weeks of brutal, public torture before being executed, an act of imperial terror meant to break the Maratha spirit, but one that ultimately ignited an unstoppable war of resistance.
The Maratha kingdom was devastated by the loss of its king, but also gained a motivation like no other due to the disrespect & sheer brutality that the Mughals made their people & king go through. They wanted blood for blood, an eye for an eye and they wanted justice, they needed vachpa (a marathi word that means to settle the score). However, they faced a hurdle as their young crown prince was only 6 years old when his dear father passed away. This was the moment that the famous words from the The Queen, Maharani Yesubai Bhonsale was cited to be
- "Our grief is a fire, but a blind fire will only burn our own kingdom to ashes. Aurangzeb thinks he has broken the Marathas by breaking our King. Let him think that. Let him believe we are defeated.We will not throw away our soldiers in blind rage. Right now, kaalchakra firnyachi pratiksha karat, aapan fakt yogya welechi vaat pahat aahot—we are biding our time, waiting for the wheel of fate to turn. When the time is right, our patience will become our greatest weapon, and we will extract a revenge that history will never forget."
and so The Maratha Kingdom sought patience & bid its time for revenge. However, the Maharani knew that in order for the revenge to become fruitful, its seeds needed to be planted first. So she called for a council meeting with the top commanders of her kingdom & set a long term plan in which when the time comes, the Mughals will have no idea how or when they will be destroyed from inside. She listened to the suggestions made by her commanders, however nothing was approved by the Maharani as all of the plans that were suggested were blunders.
"Mughal he kroor ani raanti aahet, pun tevdhech te hushaari aahet. Lashkari guptaheergiri ani ranneteemadhye te atyant paarangat aahet. Tumhi aata suchavleli pratyek yojana tyanchyakadun eka secondachya aat pakadli jail."
- “The mughals are savage brutes however they are also intelligent people. they are strategic and well versed in military intelligence and operations. all the plans you suggested just now will be caught in less than a second by them”
Hearing the wise words from their Maharani Yesubai, the commanders who were slamming their fists & demanding to march right up to the Mughal Fort & attack them mercilessly immediately went silent & looked up to her with a newfound respect & also shame.
Just then, a booming voice was heard “Majhyakade ek yojna aahe! Pan yache parinam aaplyala lagech disnar nahit, tarihi aaplyakade asleli heech sarvat uttam yojna aahe ani yache parinam nakkeech miltil." ("I have a plan! however we won’t see the results right away but it is the best plan we have and the results at indefinite” )
it was Sardar Kanhoji Rao, an excellent valiant veteran commander of the Maratha Empire who has witnessed and won multiple wars for the empire. Naturally, Maharani Yesubai was intrigued & curious to know his input “Pudhe bola senapati, mala tumchi yojna aikaychi aahe.” (“go ahead commander, let me hear it”)
He then went on about his plan “"Mughal nehami andharatun war kartat ani mhanunach te jinktat. Aaprahi tanchach khel tanchyavar ultavuya. Aaplyala ek guptahar pathvava lagel. Ek ashi savli ji tancha sarvoccha senapati Zulfiqar Khan yacha mahalat pravesh karel. Aiknyat aale aahe ki Zulfiqarchee patni sinhanchya gholkyat eka mendhrasarkhi aahe ani tee atyant mau manachi aahe. Teech aaplyasathi tanchya samrajyat shirnyacha marg tharu shakthe. Pan, aaplyala ashya vyaktichi garaj aahe jo tanchya antargat gotat itka kholvar pasrel ki Mughal svatah tanchya yuddhachi gupite aaplya kanat kujbujtil!" ("The Mughals win because they strike from the dark. Let us play their game. We must send a spy. A shadow to infiltrate the grand household of their supreme general, Zulfiqar Khan. It is said that Zulfiqar’s wife is a sheep among lions and that she is very soft hearted. she can be our entryway into their kingdom. however, We need someone to embed themselves so deeply into their inner circle that the Mughals will whisper their war secrets right into our ears!")
The commanders listened in carefully anticipation & when the Sardar was done with voicing his speech, the generals then looked at one another and one of them shouted "Wah! Heek sarvat uttam kalpana aahe, Sardar,"( Wow! This a brilliant idea, Sardar,") Another commander voiced out “Kay buddhimatta aahe tumchi! Ani tumchya sarkahe commander labhane, ha amchya Maratha samrajyacha motha abhiman aahe. ("What a mind you have ! and what an honour of the Maratha empire to have you my commander. )
However, one of the commanders had concerns. Tarihi, jara amchyakade bgha. Aapan sagle dongra-kapyatle, kadak yoddhe aahot. Amchya shariravar yagya Deccanchya jakhma ahet, ani amchya paiki kahini tar Mughalancha anekda samna kela aahe. Amche chehre tanchya olkhiche ahet. Ani samja, tanni aaplyala nahi olkhle, tarihi amchyapaiki asa kon aahe jo high-society Mughal mhanun tanchyat mislu shakel? Asya ya sinha-chya daryat na ghabarta janyasathi ani eka kshanat jeev na gamvta parat yanyasathi, amchyat kon thik aahe? He agdi ashakya aahe, majhe Sardar, majhi rani sahib. (however look at us. We are hardened mountain warriors. We bear the scars of the Deccan and some of us have faced the mughals multiple times. our faces are known to them. and even if we aren’t recognised by them, Who among us could possibly pass as a high-society Mughal? Who is suitable to walk into the lion’s den without being butchered in less than a second?" this is simply impossible my lord commander, my queen)
Before anyone could protest or agree to the concern that was brought up, suddenly the big heavy doors creak open with a wham! and in walks in Jaskirat Singh Rangi, who unbeknownst to all that was present in the council has been eavesdropping the entire conversation from the start. “"Mee jaato!“ (“I will go”) The commanders and Maharani yesubai was shocked & one of the commanders by the name of Sardar Suryajirao Jedhe, a brilliant sharp-tongued strategist from the loyal Jedhe clan shouts at the young boy “Bala, too ithe kay kartoyes? Tula tuchya dukhhi aaisahebensobat asayla have, ithe bhatkat firu nako." (“boy what are you doing here ? you should be with your grieving mother not loitering here”)
Jaskirat does not budge & repeats himself “Mee jaato” (“i will go”). Maharani Yesubai didn’t know how to turn him down as he was the son of her husband’s bestfriend who died with & for him. Just as she was about to comfort & gently ask him to go back, a voice interrupted “Jaskirat, murkhapana karu nako. Atach parat ja. He kahi khelyache maidan nahi. Tula thora dekhil andaj nahiye ki too kay boltoyes!" (“jaskirat don’t be stupid. go back right now. this is not a playground. you have no idea what you’re talking about in”) Trimbak-pant Hanmante, the diplomatic and administrative advisor who is known to be very gentle, says in a sorrowful voice.
“Majhyatunvadilanche nidhan Maharajansathi jhale ani meehideel tech kareen, majhi rani saheb ani majhe sardar. Majhya vadilanna majha abhiman vataava, yaasathi mala ya sandhipasoon vanchit karu naka. Jevha mee maren ani tyanna punha bheten, tevha mala abhimanane sangu de ki mee ya swarajyasathi ani amchya prajesathi majhya pranache balidan dile. Mee jaarnar, rani saheb. Tashihi aaplyakade doosri konti yojna nahiye. Mhanun mala pathva. Krupaya... mala pathva." (“can you pls make the same child just now go like this “my father died for the king and i will do the same my queen & my lords. pls do not depreive me of this opportunity to make my father proud. when i die & see him again i want to bravely admit that i have sacrificed my life for the kingdom and my people. i will go queen. you are out of options anyway. so send me. pls. send me.”)
Sardar Suryajirao Jedhe then said “Bgha, ha baal chukiche bolat nahiye. Khartar, hach amchyakade aslela sarvat uttam paryay aahe. Eka lhan mulavar konachich shanka janar nahi. To sahajach tanchya gotat shirola, tar Mughal tyachya samor ughadpane boltil." ("Look, this child isn't wrong. Honestly, he is the best option we have. No one will ever suspect a young child. If he easily infiltrates their camp, the Mughals will speak openly right in front of him.")
"Hee goshta khari aahe. Amche guptachar prachand prayatna karat ahet, pan Zulfiqar Khanachya ghotat shirani ashakya jhale aahe. Ha baal tithlya rani-mahalat sahajach jaavu shakto. Ha dhava dhokyadayak aahe, pan haach ekevpar yashasvi hou shakto!"("This is true. Our spies are trying their best, but entering Zulfiqar Khan's inner circle has become impossible. This child can easily enter the women's quarters there. This gamble is dangerous, but this is the only one that can succeed!") The Intelligence officer, Sardar Bahirji-pant Pingale says with a conniving smile.
Sardar Malharrao Dhamale chimes in "Kadhi vatle navhte mee he mhaneen... pan hyachya dolyat tyachya vadilanche tej aahe. Marathyancha baal kadhich mhabat nahi. To kharach tya laandgyanchya ghotat sahajach shirola tar aaplyala yuddhachi sarva gupt-mahiti milel. Mala vatate, aapan hyala hi sandhi dili pahije."("I never thought I would say this... but he has his father's spark in his eyes. A Maratha child never backs down. If he truly slips into those wolves' den undetected, we will get all the secret war intelligence. I think we should give him this chance.")
The Maharani now can’t refuse her commanders as most of them have now agreed to send a boy, her bestfriend’s son, her son, to the enemy’s battlefield. "Ithe ya, majhya baala... majhyajaval ya. Tujhe bolne aikooon majhe kaalij bharoon aale aahe. Tujhya vadilanni swarajyasathi apylya pranache balidan dile, ani tujhyatun tech rakta vaahat aahe, he mee bghu shaktes. Ek rani mhanun, mala swarajyacha vichar karava lagto, pan ek mata mhanun, tula asya dhokyat pathvanyasathi majhe man dharat nahiye.
Pan tujhe dhairya ani hyancha vishwas bghoon, mee tula rokhoo shakat nahi. Too keval ek guptachar mhanun nahi, tar amchya swarajyachi aasha mhanun tya ghotat jashil. Jagadamba tujhe rakshan karo. Mee tula ya mohimechee parvangi dete, majhya baala. Parat ya... majhyasathi ani tujhya aaisaheban-sathi." ("Come here, my child... come close to me. Hearing your words fills my heart with heavy emotion. Your father sacrificed his life for Swarajya, and I can see that the exact same blood flows through you. As a queen, I must think of the kingdom, but as a mother, my heart aches to send you into such danger.
But seeing your courage and their faith in you, I cannot stop you. You will not go there merely as a spy, but as the hope of our Swarajya. May Goddess Jagadamba protect you. I grant you permission for this mission, my child. Return safely... for me, and for your mother.")
In the next 2 years, the commanders did everything in their power to teach Jaskirat of the Mughal customs and etiquettes as much as they could without being suspected. Sometimes, Sardar Bahirji-pant Pingale (Intelligence Officer) brings a captured Mughal soldier into the courtyard while Jaskirat is hiding but observing the way the soldier speaks the Farsi language and the way he moves. Other times, he was taught by some of the retired spies of the Maratha empire on the history & other relevant scriptures of the Mughal empire.
Jaskirat now could speak Farsi & adopted the Mughal customs and etiquettes comfortably by the end of his 2 years training. He was ready to be dispatched to the Mughal empire under the guise of a son of a martyred Mughal soldier, however before that could happen, the Mughal army under Zulfiqar Khan breaches the fort walls. Shouts and cannon fire echoes everywhere. Maharani Yesubai and her son, Prince Shahu are cornered in the inner courtyard with Jaskirat while Trimbak-pant Hanmante guards the door.
As the doors shake and the walls broken in by the Mughal soldiers, Prince Shahu and Jaskirat the two childhood friends or rather brothers look at each other in fear and Prince Shahu says “"Jaskirat, te aaplyala vegle kartil. Jevha aapan mothe hou, tevhya mee tula kasa olkhu?" ("Jaskirat, they are going to separate us. When we grow up, how will I recognize you?")
Jaskirat then looks at his brother and reply “"Aapan ek gupte-shabda tharvuya. Jevha aapan punha bheten, tevhya aapan dohi ekach veli he mhanuya..." ("Let’s decide on a secret phrase. When we meet again, we will both say this at the exact same time...") Both boys look at each other and says "Swarajyacha vaagh, kadhich jhopat nahi!" ("The tiger of Swarajya never sleeps!")
By then, the mughal soldiers footsteps were getting closer and closer and Maharani knew there were not much time left until they are found.
Maharani Yesubai then face Jaskirat and with a teary eyes, she said "Mughal ghotat shirele ahet! Atah Swarajyachi aasha keval tujhyavar aahe, Jaskirat. Atach ithoon nigh, majhya baala!" ("The Mughals have entered the fort! Now the hope of Swarajya rests only on you, Jaskirat. Leave from here right now, my child!") Meanwhile, the Mughal soldiers outside the doors were shouting at each other "Darwaza kholo! Maharani aur unke bete ko giraftar karo!" ("Open the door! Arrest the Queen and her son!")
Sardar Trimbak-pant Hanmante then looks at Maharani and Jaskirat and take out his sword while looking at Jaskirat with a sharp gaze “Jaskirat, parat bgha-ayche nahi! Ha gupte-rasta tula sidha dongra-khalyi ghoon jaail. Mee ya darwazyavar tya dustanna rokhoon dharato. Majhi rani saheb, majha shevtacha mujra swikar kara!" ("Jaskirat, do not look back! This secret passage will take you straight down the mountain. I will hold those wicked men at this door. My Queen, accept my final salute!")
Jaskirat’s eyes then widens in terror and he clenches his uncle’s feet almost in a begging stance while wailing "Nahi, Trimbak-pant Kaka! Mee tula sodoon nahi jaanar! Majhyasobat chala!" ("No, Trimbak-pant Uncle! I won't leave you! Come with me!") Sardar was already conclciyed over seeing his bala, jaskirat begging him not to die warmed his heart and he finally lets down his guard for a little while and say "Nahi baala, mee mhatara jhalo aahe. Mazya pranache balidan swarajyasathi upyogi padu de. Too gela nahi, tar amchya saglyancha tyag vyarth jaail. Ja, majhya shur baala, ja! Swarajyacha dhwaj uncha dhar!" ("No child, I have grown old. Let the sacrifice of my final moments be useful for the freedom of our kingdom. If you do not leave now, everyone's sacrifice today will go to waste. Go, my brave child, go! Keep the flag of Swarajya flying high!")
The wooden doors are coming undone under the Mughal weapons. Sardar Trimbak-pant Hanmante stands before the secret tunnel door, his sword drawn, bleeding but resolute. Jaskirat and Prince Shahu are forced to tear themselves apart. "Rajkumar... Shahu! Mazya aaisahebanchee kaljee ghea. Mee jatoy, pan mazya aaila ekte sodu naka!" ("Prince... Shahu! Please take care of my mother. I am leaving, but do not leave my mother alone!") Jaskirat says while crying.
Prince Shahu grips his childhood friend’s shoulders and say with a confident voice "Mee shappath ghetor, Jaskirat! Mee tuzya aaila mazya aaisarkhech japeen. Pan too... too amchya prajeechee kaljee ghea. Swarajyacha vaagh mhanun jag!"("I swear it, Jaskirat! I will protect your mother just like my own. But you... you must take care of my people. Live like the tiger of Swarajya!")
Both small boys look at each other and make a promise with their gazes "Swarajyacha vaagh, kadhich jhopat nahi!"("The tiger of Swarajya never sleeps!") Sardar Trimbak-pant gently but firmly pulls Jaskirat away and pushes him into the dark stone tunnel. He slams the heavy stone hatch shut, locking it from the outside. Jaskirat bangs his small fists against the stone from inside, weeping silently in the pitch black.
Sardar Trimbak-pant Hanmante then faces the door with rage and chants “"Har Har Mahadev! Swarajya Amar Raasho! Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj kee Jai!" ("Har Har Mahadev! May Swarajya live forever! Victory to Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj!")
The main doors then burst open with a loud crash and a wave of Mughal soldiers pours into the chamber. Sardar Trimbak-pant charges blindly into the crowd. He swings his sword with fury, cutting down three soldiers, but the large numbers of soldiers overwhelm him, a man who’s nearing his 60s. Multiple spears pierce his chest and he falls to his knees, gasping for breath, but keeps his eyes locked on the secret door, smiling because he knows Jaskirat is safe. Jaskirat sees this and almost let out a gasp of horror. He takes his final breath as General Zulfiqar Khan walks past his body to arrest Maharani Yesubai and Prince Shahu. Sardar Trimbak-pant took his last breaths while gazing to the secret door, knowing that he had done his absolute best to serve the kingdom and his king.
Jaskirat sees his Sardar take his last breaths with a smile on his face and he is absolute crushed. While his father was a great man and a great father, he never really got to spend as much time with Jaskirat as he was always busy with court affairs and the King. Sardar Trimbak-pant was always there for him in the place of his father. Now seeing him die in front of his eyes made Jaskirat grief in a way that he never imagined. He lost two fathers in two years. now he knows that he has to succeed in his mission. he has to bring the Maratha kingdom back up in its feet. He has to fulfill his promise to his childhood best friend and Queen. Jaskirat Singh Rangi needs to succeed and he will succeed in his mission no matter what.
Author’s note: hello my lovelies 🎀 i started writing this because i didnt wanted to to do my assignment lmao but yippee ! it’s finally here !! just so you know i’m still in hiatus, i just wanted to give something to you amazing people because some of you were really excited for the Magadheera inspired AU. That being said, this AU will be heavily inspired by Magadheera, Jodha Akbar (the series not the movie) and some other movies. you’ll figure out when the next parts eventually come out. tumblr pls fix your stupid draft saving problem because why didn’t my draft saved and i had to rewrite this 2 times. the next update will probably be the face claims and some info on the characters so stay tuned for that.
Also if you think this fic is being biased about one kingdom over the rest, pls wait for the story to unfold. it is important to note that this so far is in jaskirat’s pov.
“zayan. ali. mazari. saara din ammi aapki thi, ab meri bari hai.” hamza pleaded, trying to reason for the fifth time tonight.
moments prior, hamza had been stuck at the opposite end of the bed, unable to cuddle yalina for the past dreadfully long thirty minutes. whenever he tried, he was met with his bodyguard of a son dedicated to protecting his ammi all to himself.
now, when hamza had finally managed to pull yalina close, burying his face in her neck while resting her head on his chest, she smiled happily and affectionately murmured, “i missed you, meri jaan.”
but little zayan was listening to the betrayal from the corner of the bed.
‘meri jaan.’
a wounded gasp instantly escaped his exceptionally loud mouth. a clear warning for his parents whilst he completely lost attention in making his batman and spider-man figures fight, chucking them off the bed without a care bigger than the atrocity occurring, that too in his presence.
the audacity of his abbu snatching his favourite word.
he is his ammi’s jaan.
immediately spinning around to witness the shocking crime, he crawled over the remaining distance like a monkey on all fours and squeezed himself right between the two of them. drawing his entire focus on his doting ammi who was previously millimetres away from her lips being attacked.
“nahi ammi! main aapki jaan hoon!” zayan whined.
yalina, unable to defy her only baby, overcome with tenderness, wrapped her arms around her son.
“haan, mera beta hi meri jaan hai.” she comforted, kissing zayan’s chubby cheek.
hamza let out a long exaggerated sigh.
intently glaring at the toddler who had claimed his lover, “oye, tameez se. yeh meri jaan hain. tum apni dhoondo.”
“abbu gande hain! sirf main ammi ki jaan hoon!” zayan keenly insisted, directly facing his abbu to give him the most dirtiest look he could possibly muster. with a boastful chuff, he snuggled tighter, tucking himself in, laying his full weight right on top of her blissfully.
“bachha hai hamza, choro na,” yalina teased, laughing at her over dramatic husband.
“nahi. yeh bohot tez hai.” hamza complained, ignoring the cutest stink eye he’s ever received, as he tried to scoot closer to his beautiful wife.
“bilkul tumhare jaisa,” yalina shot back defensively.
hamza reached out, trying to pull yalina back toward him into his warm embrace. but zayan was eagerly guarding her, ready to attack his grumpy abbu who tried disturbing his peace. instantly nomming on the target, his bicep, the exact second his arm dared to touch her.
as if that wasn’t enough, taking advantage of his abbu’s frustration in wiping the saliva off his skin, zayan’s grubby fingers yanked a huge fistful of hamza’s hair till he was satisfied by earning a painful hiss out of the thief.
“zayan! bohot ho gaya choro unhe, ab ammi meri hai.” hamza groaned, untangling his hair from the strong grip, left with no other choice but to shift a couple inches away. a scowl tugging at his lips at the thought, he had just finished an extensive hour and a half hair care routine, gone to vain thanks to his greedy kid who was the least bothered about his mane like appearance.
peeping his head out of her neck, zayan just stuck his tongue out at him, blowing a loud, wet raspberry before nestling in utter content even closer to his ammi.
“tum dono pagal ho gaye ho,” yalina retorted, trying to shield herself in the kambals while both of them fought over her as usual. the pair mimicking stubborn cubs.
in fact, to make matters even, as petty as it is, hamza decided to also stick his tongue out, right back at the cute toddler.
“tum ek teen saal ke bachhe se lar rahe ho,” yalina pointed out whilst playfully shaking her head at the antics she’s been having to deal with alone. daily.
crossing his arms over his chest, in deep reminisce of when he was his wife’s only jaan.
“yeh dikhne mein masoom hai, par bohot bara dramebaaz hai.” hamza grumbled.
hearing this challenge, little zayan instantly got to work putting on the best show out of his soon to be four years of existence.
he began to quiver, furiously batting his eyelashes until they were glistening with tiny tears and pouting innocently. his dear ammi surrendered barely a minute later after hearing a soft sob like sound.
“kya hua, mera pyaara bachha?” yalina whispered softly, soothing him by rubbing slow circle shapes on his back.
zayan turned his head to look at his fellow sulking component just to shoot a triumphant smirk at him, dimples on display, before quickly returning to his solemn state.
with a few adorable sniffles, “w-woh ghar aate hain toh..aapko chura lete hain!” he meekly whimpered.
hamza laid still, in a mix of shock and awe at his son’s acting skills. biting his tongue at guessing it runs in the family.
a few seconds of thick silence passed as she tried suppressing her laughter, “maa sadke jawaan, tum meri jaan ho na?” yalina cooed.
“bohot vadda actor hai yeh.” hamza muttered under his breath, wearily noting the smug look decorating his child’s face.
now staring blankly at the ceiling, with a rough exhale through his nose, he was momentarily accepting defeat once again.
“tumhara hi beta hai,” yalina reminded him dryly.
“chalaak baap ka chalaak beta.” he huffed bluntly. closing his green eyes and mentally piping himself up for victory to try claim his wife again.
until a particularly cheeky, mini shaitan proudly interrupted to declare, “haha abbu! main ammi ka jaan hoon!”
master list.
head canon: over the years, hamza would mutter bits of punjabi & yalina picked up on it, even learning some herself thus triggering hamza here.
with all the hamlina edits/angst i needed sum fluff soo girl dad hamza next!? maybe?..
this is hamza btw
different from my usual writing but tagging my fic list anyway:
a/n-yes ik I write too much kidnapping plots, I know :.) , also there is no smut in this part please forgive my ahh dont slime me I tried to write but its too long to fit in one part, sorry, thanks to my fav my babu @mujhekoimarsbhejdo For helping me through the whole plot and three crash out
warnings - 18+ UZAIR ( biggest warning here tbh) abusive language, forced marriage, scared!reader, toxic!reader and Uzair, threatening , implied masturbation, making out, humping(?) misogyny,conservative
thanks to mah baby @chai-ke-sath-parleg
College started out as a peaceful temporary relief from the eyes of your forebodingly strict parents , you weren't half as interested in studying as you were in attaining some sense of freedom, your parents were your dearest ? yes, but were they also suffocatingly conservative and scared to let you out? Also yes
You course sat on the sidelines , study didn't have a knack for you but the ambition to score good did, so after time you learned to gobble up books you didn't fancy just for the sake of seeing an high score on the paper, you had girls you can call friends, girls who didn't judge you for your overly naive understanding of the world or the fact that you needed assurance to cross the road for the first few months, everything would have been if you weren't met with him, the day of your college fest that marked one of year of your anew life.
For the first time in your life you had worn a dress, a dress that you had stuffed forcefully into your bag to change into it inside the college, first time all of your friends fell busy to an emergency and had to leave you alone in the late evening, they were worried of course so they wrote a small chit for you to follow, for what to tell the auto rickshaw driver and the address to go to where they were all going to meet eventually at the end of the night, you made it till there your hands clenched in a fist to attack the driver if he took a wrong but fortunately nothing happened in the auto you reached safely but your ears ringed with the sense that something was going to come your way.
You checked the purse, shuffling through lipsticks, massacras, napkins, pads some spare change, you double checked going through every nook and corner of the leather that was half torn at the insides and yet no sign of the club ticket at all, it went up in smoke vanished like it had never existed, your first instinct was to ring up the phone but your friends hadn't reached themselves though and standing outside in a place that were a harbour for drunk was already settling off your - not used to people- brain.
Your feet ached from the heels standing in front of the man who kept the gate closed telling him off in whispers that your friend would be here any second, and that you lost the ticket on the way but with the decibel you were speaking in he barely made out anything you were saying
“ Y/N”
It was a man, his voice reverberated in the dead of the night outside the club that was filled with the mixed jumbles of the songs that made out the door, a voice so distinct you froze in place, not a friend, not your relative, definitely not your father but a boy you had encountered in your early teens when you went to the Baloch Haveli with your father for work.
You turned back slowly as if that would change the reality of you being caught, the world was a beautiful mess that night standing under the streetlights seeing the boy who once scared you standing over you as a man who terrified you, before any words could even touch your lips he started
“ Yeh kaise kapde phen rakhe hai tune”
He eyed you down, piercing you with his gaze from the start of your head to the end of your bruised feet, you were decked up in a mini dress that fell mid thigh, a cleavage that plunged scandalously low.
“ Aa.. Aap.. Yaha?. Ma.. Mai voh”
“ Mai yaha kaam se aaya hoon…” He declared, stepping closer, “ Yeh sab kya hai y/n?” He scowled in disbelief ,
“ Aapse kya matlab” is what you wanted to say so bad that you had to bite your tongue to hold back the words.
“ Kya karne aayi ho yaha?” he moved closer but in your eyes it looked like he had lunged on you with the way his grip settled on your chin lifting your head that you didn't know you had titled down to avoid his gaze. You hadn't seen him in years, this possessiveness didn't make sense,
“ Party… meri friends bhi aa rahi hai.. Meri ticket ghum hogyi”
You whispered your nose unwillingly, being flooded with the smell of sandalwood and cigarette butts from his hand, he shifted the hold from your chin to your cheek in a slow, daunting manner.
“ Ladke ke saath aayi ho?” “ Nahi bilkul nahi” The rest of your words were a murmur but this was a coherent no because God bless if he said that to your dad, said any of this to your dad, “ Theek hai.. Fir, andar jaana hai?” You nodded but to Uzair it was a movement to soak in your fear , watch the way your overlined lips tremble at his proximity, how your eyes drifted side by side anywhere but his face, how your body could only see and feel one thing right now - him.
He got off that power imbalance high before speaking again, “ Mai madad karu?” You looked back at the club, at the neon red from the banner that covered half his face but nothing could conceal the intent of his eyes and you were grown enough to tell right from wrong and Uzair he appeared he was one step away from crushing you into his arms and kiss you senseless, a thought that your made your heart beat dangerously faster, “ Nahi .. I will manage”
He shrugged back huffing a breath, your traced his hands that moved swiftly to his pocket to retrieve a cigarette and a metal lighter from the other. Perched up against the bonnet of his car away from you for now but his eyes fixed on one thing- you. You avoided it watching the line of people that made their way in, the door creaking to the buzz of the party opening and closing every few seconds at the end and the more late it got, there were more men on their bicycles performing their usual hooligans.
You could perceive by now that they were taking extra rounds to ogle at you, whistling when they crossed by. Anxiously you pulled at the hem of your dress with one, one hand that tried to lift the front up so it can at least reach your collarbones, you knew you looked ridiculous right now but the thrum of fright was making you work against your conscience, sniffling you looked up at Uzair who was already staring at you. The one glance was enough, he strided over to you in a fraction of time his palm covering the span of your waist as he pulled you flushed into his side.
You couldn't think anything as you delved your face into his chest crying low, engulfed by his tall frame while the soft fabric of his pathani that has turned coarse with time scuffed at your skin and your hands fisted into his suit. “ Shhh” He hand caressed the back of your head, his finger going to tread through our waves , “ Yahi pe reh” He let go partly, yanking the closest man by his collar,
“ Maafi maang!”
Uzair spat out his cigarette rasping out in his face, “ Maafi maang bandi hai meri” the man stumbled too drunk and confused to get his words right thrown off completely by the fact that he was facing Uzair , or that he messed with something that's his when the apology didn't come as soon as he anticipated he fell back into his vexation striking his hand hard enough against the man’s cheek. He fell back from the impact, mouth bleeding and the ring in his ear had sobered him up he knew more than enough to not get into the bad looks of the baloch brother, in front of men who runs the whole of Lyari,
“Maaf kardo madam”
You peeked out nodding at him snapping back at Uzair who had gotten a hold of you and had started walking you to the door, his jaw shut tight, “ Mai aapki bandi kab ban gayi? UZAIR?” you winced in distress, his grip only tightened further , watching at the bouncer with vacant eyes till he opened the gate for you two, “ Uzair kya kar rahe ho?” You hissed, flailing but now enough to bother his hold on you because you were curious to see what he was trying to do.
He ‘threw’ you into the corner, face shoved up against yours
“ Main kya karoon? Kya tujhe wahan aisay hi chhor doon taaki gair mard tujhe ghoorte rahe?”
“ Aap bhi ..gair mard hi ..hoon”
you argued back at all you could breath in was him, pressed against the cold wall,
“ Hato please”
You tried inadequate enough to not budge him but enthral him closer.
It was a fleeting memory that didn't leave your head for days when you first saw him, you were 10 in your frilly skirt, he was 17 talking to your father. You were spanning the unreal chimerical vast haveli with unblinking eyes when he leaned in to rustle your hair muttering “Motu” lovingly, your cheeks stayed puffed up for a week after that, burning with spleen. The next time you met him you were thirteen and he didn't even turn to look at you (of course) as you kept staring admiring the beauty in front of you, and between this your years passed with no conversation but he had made a mental note that you were the daughter of the man who worked at his factory and that’s all it was supposed to be and had been for years.
“ Tu ne kis qisam ke kapray pehn rakhe hain? Aur akeli bahar ghoom rahi hai?, tujhe kuch andaza hai ke tere sath kya ho sakta tha?”
“Please Uzair hato yeh kya kar rahe ho aap” with both hands you pushed at his chest only to become entranced by how his muscles felt under your touch, the warmth of his skin radiating off of him and and the pulse of his wildly beating beating heart,
“ College mei toh bahut shareef ban kar jaati ho”
“ Kyunki voh college hai yeh club hai….ek second aapko kaise pata-”
“Ek mahine se dekh raha hoon tujihe” He muttered out
“Kya..”
He didn't care to explain himself further but his eyes had darkened significantly, your softness disparity perilously opposed to hard planes his body was, his eyes lugged at your face then to the cleavage that perched up,
“Cover kar”
He grunted tossing his vest at you,
“ Nahi karna mujhe cover..aap hato yaha se please”
He crashed his body with yours, quelling your escape with himself. He was hiding you from the view of everyone limiting the world to you both, you had known these cages, that what your life had been but you have never felt this staggered.
“Hil mat”
“Mere friends ayege toh mujhe dhundhege”
“Mai dekh loonga”
“Uzair-”
“Hil.mat” he was exasperated and the you attempted one last time before coming to the salient conclusion, you weren't winning against him.
Apart from your knowledge he was also fully familiar with your friends not in the normal decent human way but in the way that he had been stalking you so precisely he was aware of all the people that dawdled in your surroundings.
Even when your friends had found their way there he wasn't moving till you had put on his vest that didn't fit you at all but he couldn't care less if it covered some of your flesh,
“ Yeh yaha kya kar raha hai Y/N?”
they asked in hushed tone not daring to catch his eyes “ Mujhe bhi nahi pata, please tolerate him for now”
“ Tumhe bhi nahi pata ka kya matlab?”
“Family friend hai..mera khyaal rakhne aaye hai”
Surprisingly he didn't stop you from dancing ( as if he had the right to in first place), he just stood there like a statue repelling off anyone man that came in you and your friends way, but not for once you could dance like the world around you didn't exist because he clearly did with that piercing gaze and somewhere in between you had started dancing for him. Shaking your hips to the beats with your back turned to him waiting for the fabric to ride up your thighs to give him a brief view of your lace panties , deliberately touching his skin acting as if reaching for balance or absentmindedly, you did not understand yourself what you were doing maybe getting back at him for calling you motu all those years back.
You picked up your heels into your hand following behind him out the club when the clock had struck one, “ Mai drop kardu?” He interrupted watching you all fuss over to catch a taxi, your eyes shot up meeting his “ Ghar hi chorunga” Smugly he remarked spinning the keys of his car on his finger easily, “ Inhe chor do pehle.. Mere abbu 8 baje se phele ghar nahi aane waale aur unke hisaab se mai vaise bhi inke ghar par hoo”
“ SHIT Y/N mai batana bhool gayi thi par tum mere ghar par nahi aa sakti infact mai bhi mere ghar nahi jaa sakti.. Vahi emergency thi sab hospital pe hai and ghar locked hai toh mai apne mama ke ghar jaa rahi hoon, we can find you hotel on the way-” “ Mere yah ruk jayegi” Uzair declared moving so fast that you couldn't even blink and found yourself in his passenger seat, another second all your friends was giggling in the backseat.
One by one he dropped them off till it was just you two in the car, your phone flooded with messages of text to me when you got home, “ Aap sach mei mujhe apne ghar leke jaa rahe ho?” “ Haan.. Kyu tum kisi hotel mei sona prefer karogi?” “ Ghar… khaali hai?” “ Kaash hota” He stretched his arms letting go of the steering completely passing you a lazy smirk, the sleeves of his suit slid up revealing his dusted forearms , his left hand never back to the steering resting at your shoulder, you shrugged your shoulder but he didn't bother drawing circles at the bare skin humming along to the radio.
“ Darne ki jarrurat nahi hai, bhaiya bhabhi sab ghar par hai”
You caught back your breath throwing him a half glare
“Mai dar nahi rahi thi aur yeh aap haath hatao”
“ Jaise tu kahe meri jaan”
“ EXCUSE ME? please yeh sadak chaap bad-tameezi mat karo mere saath”
“Bad-tameezi? Aur club mei joh tum kar rahi thi voh kya tha ?” He asked derisively, his fingers drumming at the steering
You remembered the way you tried to give him a tease dazed in the music and the setting it didn't feel so hard to do, he could not exactly do anything about it in front of your friends and perhaps that why you were so tempted to do so as well, he had scared the life out of you for a few movements and regaining back that control felt nice..until you were in a car with him locked inside with the windows shaded black
“Maine kuch nahi.. Kiya” He didn't argue but the pink on your cheeks and the crack of your voice spoke for the both of you
The ride came to its end in front of the one of most polished and eminent building in Lyari, their haveli touched with time the minors crack noticable but from the inside it was just as you remembered it with the glass stained arches and windows, the low hanging intricate jhumars and and all wooden furniture carved with classic designs, soon at your entrance you were met with his nephews holding their hand out from already expecting to catch Uzair doing something that will result in him giving them enough money for a month pocket money
You jumped slightly at the two but both of them looked equally shocked to find you, Uzair just sighed at himself
“ Yeh kaun hai chachu?” Faisal exclaimed in a whisper, “ Isse kaha se utha laaye aap” Naiem added.
“Chachi hai tumhari” He snickered, you shook your head firmly in a clear ‘NO’ “ Hone waali” Uzair said as if that made any more sense than what he said last and honestly you were blown away from the audacity “Chachu paise nikaalo” “ Baad mei le lena” “ Abhi do” They both reprimanded, you stood awkwardly with your heels in one hand, one hand holding the dress down.
You followed Uzair to his room upstairs, you finally realised how stupid this was agreeing to come here and now he had you in HIS ROOM or maybe that's what you wanted, no it can't be, you clearly mixing up butterflies with the flight instincts in your gut to run from this place from his intense gaze,
“ Koi aur kamra nahi hai?”
“ Hai” he said simply opening the curtains to cover the window pulling the room into darkness. You squeaked your body feeling numb from the fear
“ Toh..mai vaha so jao”
“Nahi”
The careless flirt was miles better than this serious tone that gave away nothing, it did actually but you didnt wanna admit that you threw yourself into the lion's den,
“ Kyu nahi?”
You walked back slow on your tip toes so he wouldn't figure out if you are moving back in the dark trying not to give away any anything to him that would make him lunge at you,
“ Kyunki maine kaha”
You did not reply or else your voice going distant would give him the hint,
“ Aur kitna bhaagogi?”
You steps paused, foot tangling with the bed side as you tumbled back into the plush mattress , your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the greyed outline of Uzair moving closer till he was above you, tremors ran down your whole body as his coarse hands traced down your cheek, “ Uzair please” You breathed out, “ Please kya?” He asked his finger hooking beneath the thin strap fabric of your dress that barely covered any of your shoulder it was almost a line sitting at your skin, your mind stopped working for a second before you gathered enough words to speak again,
“ Mai chilla doongi”
“ Chilla do kaun bachayega?” he creeped up closer till your breaths were one, your eyes widened at the implication of this closeness even if you were scared you licked your lips, your body working overtime against your concise.
He threw his head back laughing loudly, “ Kitna darti ho yaar?” you sat up huffing angrily to hide how riled up you were amidst your fear, “ Yeh kaisa majaak tha?” “ Accha baba sorry.. Mai dusre room mei soo jaunga .. dont worry..,lamp yaha hai and washroom is taraf hai” he pointed at the door in one corner getting up leisurely
“Goodnight”
“ Itni fikr hai meri?”
“Aise bas bolte hai..manners hote hai” You fixed your clothes, pulling up the blankets to your chest “ Aapko kaise hi pata hoga” you added on in a whisper
“ Mhm? Firse bolna jara”
He said like he had taken any offence if anything he found your fussiness adorable but definitely the terror struck face was one of the best views he had encountered and he wanted to see more of it. You shook your head instantly shutting up ,it was hard not to get mouthy when he was this infuriating.
In the morning you stripped off the sparkly sequin that stuck to your body changing back into the clothes you left the house in, a decent pista green salwar suit.
Uzair was initially confused at the 180 when you answered the door but he could see how it complimented , the constant fight with the clothes to keep your dignity and the way you way you teased the most hidden parts to him last night now wrapped in this innocence was amusing as well as enticing-he liked your little lies. And he couldn't deny that you looked stunning last night but the grounded look had him in more of a chokehold.
“ Dress kaha gayi?” “ ..Purse mei hai” he raised his eyebrows, “ Ghar chalna hai? “ “ Haan.. Ab tak toh abbu pahuch gaye hai.. Call aaya tha unka”
“ Bhaiya dikhe toh bol dena tum abhi aayi hoon” “ Par-” “ Baaki ka mai sambhal loonga”
You felt so out of place trying to walk past the suspicion filled gaze of his men that saw you, acting like you belonged there in any sense of the word knowing damn well your life was back in a shabby home and even that was courtesy of Rehman, no wonder your family boasted them like they were the gods sent men and you were scared to do anything that went against what they found ‘good' a word that already did not fit in with the gangster lifestyle.
Ulfat stopped in her place watching you walk behind Uzair like a scared mice, holding the edge of your kurta tight in a desperate attempt to disappear you were caught, and worse Rehman was also there walking to where she was, “ Uzair yeh kaun hai?” Rehman called, why him?! It would have been a billion times better if it was Ulfat doing the questioning.
“ Yeh Rashid ki beti” “ Hi uncle” Is all you could manage over your nervousness “ Humare ghar par kya kar rahi hai” “ Mai leke aaya isse” “ Kyu?” “ Ghar aa kar bata ta hoon na bhai isse phele chor du”
“ Kya bolege aap unhein?” you closed the seat belt in place asking him finally,
“ Rehman bhai meri sab zidd puri karti hai, unke phele bete jaise joh hoon mai”
You stated trying to understand what he meant, scrunching up your eyebrows to comprehend what that zidd was. He relished it really that naiveness paired with boldness, that zidd was undeniably you and his Rehman bhai wasn't going to stop him on his reckless pursuit.
The whirr of the engine came to an end a hundred metres before your house, the morning was awfully quiet today of all days it was 6 and yet no usual clutter or people were there, “ Thanks” You opened the door steadying your brain to not turn back to take second glances and just go back home when he blocked your path, you found yourself against the bonnet fiddling with your dupatta to avoid the cinnamon, cigarette smell of him, or the fact he had yet again scared the life out of you.
“ Uzair-” “ Itni shareef toh ho nahi tum ki tumhe samajh nahi aayien ki mujhe kaya chaiye” “ Kya chaiye?” his eyes drifted to your lips without any shame, “Bilkul nahi” You gasped moving away but he was quicker, more wrecked then you would have imagined, his both hands slapped against the bonnet at either side of the body easily caging you in. “ "Tu janti hai mujhe is lams ki talab hai” You had noticed it before the way they had become his attention undivided from everything else but the raw gritty voice made your skin crawl
“ Mujhe nahi pata aur mai yeh sab nahi karti” You fidgeted with your clothes stealing glances at him who seemed to be only getting closer by the passing second , you turned your head away quick when he was almost about to kiss you making him tut once because he saw how your lips had already parted in anticipation but still you wanted to be defiant, his hands skidded at the metal surface creating a screeching sound before they settled right beside your both hips hands brushed against your covered skin but still enough to burn you from inside.
“ tumhare baap ka ghar yaha se do minute bhi door nahi hai, batao mai unhe ki unki beti kaha thi raat bhar? kya phenti hai kaha jaati hai”
you choked on your words he couldn't be seriously blackmailing you right now? But his expression was clear as day. It was hard to differentiate the man often. If he was joking he was dead serious and for now he looked serious. It's just a kiss - you told yourself gulping down hard to face closing your eyes.
“ Yeh sahi nahi hai jo aap kar rahe hai-” You blinked up once to find the viscous all drowning need on his face that didn't belong to these soft blissful mornings, you squirmed under it. your body finding a place to hide which you couldn’t.
“ Acchi baat hai ki mujhe ghanta farq nahi padta ke main sahi kar raha hoon ya galat. Aur agar tujh pe haq jatana bura hai ... toh mujhe bura hi ban na hai. Rok sakti hai toh rok le"
He sealed your lips with his, his head tilted so he could devour you as if nectar dripped from your lips, as if you were flesh plump washed up with rain, sucking the tender low lips with his. You stood like a statue soaking in the veneration. It was a slow careful kiss, his hands finally sliding up from the bonnet to hold your hips even though there was no need to, you weren't moving anyways not in this life. Uzair’s beard grazed at your skin in contrast to the softness his lips moved with, you were tempted to kiss back like it would not have any consequences.
Your lips separated with a soft sigh, moving your head along with his in a trance he welcomed the movement his large hand cupping the back of your head with a satisfied hum at your surrender, while the other rubbed circles at your hips that treacherous heat travelled straight to in between your legs, he only pulled back when he saw he saw the usual crowd leave their house but he still did not want to let go of the warmth, his lips catching at your cheek instead
He spread open the fabric of your dupatta, the cloth spanning over your shoulder down to your chest, completely covering the silhouette, he was lying you looked good either way but he had seen the way you teased that thin strip, he was beyond worried if that display existed for anyone else,
“ Dhang se chunni ood ke jaaya kar college ab se varna sach mei teri padhai band kara doonga” The foulness returned with full force and so did the tremble of your body but you could not find any words to defend yourself right now, how would you look uttering them with your now swollen lips . He tossed his phone at you catching you off guard, he had brought a new blackberry messenger to talk with you putting back his iphone at phone, “ Number daal isme apna” You opened your mouth to say no , “ Jaldi kar varna koi dekh lega” the urgency of the familiar faces emerging out from their house made your finger press into the keypad before you knew it.
The validation of being worshipped was so blinding you forgot your fear, the logicality of how reckless he was, how volatile he was
“ Milne ayegi mere se?” You had picked up the call he gave you after your third lecture, the name Janwar baloch on your screen
“Kyu pareshaan karte ho aap college mei hoon abhi”
You muttered but pulled the phone closer to your ear,
“ Chal na, joh bolegi voh khilaunga”
“ Sach mei?!!!”
“ Haan toh ab bol chalegi?”
“ Bas khaane ke liye aa rahi hoon aapke liye nahi”
You bit back your smile, blushing into the phone and just like that you were eating the infamous chaat while he watched quietly but so fondly you felt like you would melt, “ Ice cream khayegi?” he asked when your mouth was already full from the last overly filled scoop you took, you nodded enthusiastically. He wiped the cream from the side of your mouth gently watching you still with that unspoken adoration and the way you tried to ignore the warmth in your heart. It did not take long for these meeting to become the staple and for it be usual for you to be pressed up in a shady alleyway wall making out with him at least twice a week, your fingers fisted in his hair and shirt not ready to let him go each time, kissing him back with the same frenzy as his in which teeth met before lips.
It was one of those days again but it just got intense with the wet sound of lips smacking together Uzair hands weren't tangled in your hair or gracing the nape of your neck but pulling you up by thighs, you complied wrapping them around his waist only pulling him closer comical view with how modestly you were decked up. You swept your tongue along his only feeling more enticed from the change of position your back scraped at the brick wall, your tongue brushed at his sensitive palette and he groaned hip hips jerking up and then you felt it. A rock hard feel poking in between your legs, he thrust forward once before hurriedly putting you down, turning away from you to compose himself.
“ Sorry Y/N”
But that groan has stayed with you keeping you from falling asleep you and the concept of time has slipped from your mind every time you closed your eyes you were there again in his arms again wondering how it would have gone if he didn't control himself, you pressed your thighs together to relieve some sighing at another unsuccessful attempt to fall asleep. Tentatively you reached down into your pyjamas, fingers fiddling to find that sweet bud that always throbbed at the thought of him, you had one picture of him in your phone, the one phone you had sent over to yourself secretly by his phone. You were ashamed but this was your own room. It's not like anyone was going to know, you turned on your phone, it was 2:00 am- goddamit. You found his photo ,the ache only growing at the vision, your finger pressing firmly at the clit, you started drawing small circles, eyes glued to the phone when the notification popped up of his name.
Your heart jumped and you instantly pulled back your hand
Uzair rn-
Bra ki strap kyu dikh hai 😡😡
You were honestly disappointed that's all he had to say to the sleazy picture you sent him. Maybe it was you whose head was in the gutter.
8 months passed in the same serendipity and to your luck he had not asked the quintessential question of whether with was serious and from the way he lived his live you could deduce that much at least it was not for him, and you had only recently discovered that he carried two phones , he might have as well written on his forehead at this point that you were not the only girl he was seeing so you started ignoring him as he +leaned outside your college gate every odd day, You gave him the cold shoulder walking straight ahead deliberately making sure your dupatta wasn't in place just to irritate him a step further “ Oh hello kaha?” “ Aapse kya?” “ Mujhse kya? Meri bandi hai tu-” You didn't hear him out walking straight past him with your friends giggling openly at his shocked face.
Your father dropped the new of you shifting to islamabad to live with your khala given the better opportunities and less danger there and it really wasn't that big a deal to you this topic had been discussed over dinner one too many times and it was certain at some point you were going to live town because your father with how closely he was associated with gang work you would get hurt but the thing was you had not told it to Uzair, you honestly wanted to see his face drop at the information he had bothered you in the entirety of whatever you had , this was going to be your small getting back at him movement and then you would move to a different state all together leaving him behind, that idea stinged a little but you pushed it aside you have been prepared for this day for a long time now.
You made sure the words reached Uzair ears through your friends, getting extra decked up with lining your eyes with deep kohl and lining your lip with a chasmic hue of coral pink filling them in with a lighter shade brushing your cheeks up with a slight blush . You choose between your clothes settling for a beaded white kurta and sharara set a little too decorative for your college but it's okay it was your last days here after all.
“ Dekhna pakka aaya hoga” You snickered walking to the door with your friends behind you,
“ Y/N” he stood up straight at the smell of your jasmine perfume, throwing the cigarette to the ground crushing it with a violent force that already should have told you this wasn't a good idea he wasn't his usual composed self right
“Hume nahi karne aapse baat please aap pareshaan mat kiya karo”
You half whispered, clutching the books tighter to your chest, walking past him trying to look as gullible as possible, your eyes finding the floor , he yanked your wrist hard, staggering your steps pulling you back to face him. The books crashed on the ground and you saw how genuinely hurt he looked,
“ Yeh kya bad-tameezi hai haath choro mera”
“ Kaha jaa rahi thi? Ek baar batana bhi jaroori nahi samjha tune mujhe”
“ Mai aapko kyu bataungi, its my life meri marzi ki mujhe yaha Lyari mei rehna hai ya fir islamabad mei”
“ Tu kahi bhi jaa rahi hai mujhe batana tha y/n”
“ Humaara aise koi rishta nahi ki mai apne failse aapse puch ke loon” his grip tightened painfully, jaw shut tight before he spat out ,
“ Koi rishta nahi hai?” you twisted your arms struggling to get free, your winces catching attention of people around but no one dared to step in, including your friend who were stuck in place
“UZAIR HAATH CHORO MERA!” You shouted, finally breaking free from him, shifting quickly to walk away. His one hand clamped at your mouth, the other snaked firmly around your waist lifting you off the floor. This clearly was a joke anymore, you shouted into his mouth your limbs thrashing in his grip. You kicked your legs at front uncaring about how ridiculous you looked, throwing your hands in the air watching your body get hauled closer and closer to the car standing there with the open, you could hear your friends yelling over his brisk breaths right behind you, his body crushed with yours forcefully.
He threw into the backseat slamming the door shut just as quick, the lock clicked in place as he turned the key, your ears perked up watching how rapid his each movement was right now, dialing the number on his phone.
“ Hamza tu Rashid ke ghar pahuch ”
“ Uzair.. Yeh kya kar rahe hoon Uzair?” “ Shaadi kar raha hoon” hot strings of tears blurred your vision as you were finally understanding what was happening, “ DIMAAG KHARAB HAI KYA AAPKA! CHORO MUJHE UZAIR” You slapped your hands at the glass, the world remained unaware of your scuffle behind the black tinted glass that let nothing outside, you pulled at the handle as if that would do anything if anything he sped up more.
The car stopped in front of your house, you were scared at how little less power you had and at what had taken over him, perhaps nothing had taken over him, this was who he was after all. He dragged you up the stairs ignoring all your shouts and blows at his body, “Choro mujhe! Uzair!”
You were compelled to stand at the door watching Hamza threaten your dad so calmly it seemed like a conversation shared over breakfast, “ Aapki zindagi ka har saans hamare reham-o-karam par hai. Aap, aapka ghar, aapka kaam... sab kuch hamara hai. Aise mein apni beti ko hamare hawale karna... aapke liye koi mushkil faisla nahi hona chahiye. Samajhdari isi mein hai” He said leaning into the chair your father was seated in paralysed from the fear, meeting with mock calm smile till he nodded
“ Yeh aaltu faaltu ke kaam mei mujhe mat laya kar bhai” Hamza yawned stretching like he wasn't just enabling a forced wedding, Uzair rolled his eyes pushing you inside, “ Baith” He commanded nodding at the other chair by the table where a thin stack of paper sat, you were a little grateful at the situation because well you didn't have to explain to your Abbu what was going to between the two and he wasn't clearly going to ask between all of this. When you did not move he pushed you further, pressing hard on your shoulder till you had no choice but to sit down.
“ Sign kar isse” “ Pagal hogaye hai aap” You snarled at him, his quickly pulled out his gun from the holster pressing it to your the side of your head, he never once even allowed you to touch when you were with him, scolding you for even looking at it for too long and now he was holding the very gun so coldly to your skin, your breath collapsed as you finally broke to ugly sobs, quietly joining your hands togethering , he shook his head pushing the barrel more into your skin, “ Sign.kar”
You saw the brief flicker in his eyes at how you were looking up at him, his resolve remained unawavered, “ Sign.kar” With shaky hands you held up the pen, scribbling at the paper. You couldn't recognise your own name there on the pristine white of sheet, Uzair finally lowered the gun, unexpectedly going to kneel down pressing a gentle reverential kiss to both of your quivery hands, the action sending sparks through your body despite the dread of the moment. His head bowed further resting at the soft of your palm like he had found eternal peace
You were his.
a/n- idk bro before you come for me, i am very tired pls dont beat me, also I know the phone convo looks odd,i edited it all on canvas :.) and I had to search up a bbm phone texting format jiske liye there were basically no pictures I made that all from scratch i am sorry if it looks tacky
Hamza ‘s love for Yalina was great, but not greater than his love for his motherland & that might be the greatest betrayal of all.
So i was rewatching Dhurandhar 1 and i noticed something during the marriage proposal scene between Jameel & Hamza. So basically, idk why this has never occurred to me before but when hamza started dropping hints about a possible marriage match between him and yalina, he is negotiating a political/business deal that will benefit both him and jameel and not a marriage marriage like as in a relationship. so that means that the marriage proposal is negotiated between two men as a political transaction about Yalina, not with her. She's the ‘asset’ of the merger, not seen as a person to the decision so it’s almost like she has no part in it WHICH doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to marry hamza no i think during the cinema scene it was pretty clear that she was seeing a brighter better future plan with hamza & hell it might be an eye opener for hamza that oh ok she is in deep deep in this relationship yk. but it’s really sad that her dream aka getting married to hamza and having a healthy marriage is seen as a political ‘deal’ between the most important two men in her life instead of just her dream ykwim ?
and i keep seeing people here say that oh hamza is a green flag no babe he is CANONICALLY not a green flag. bro literally manipulated & honey trapped a 17 year old girl, chose to be in a live in relationship with her & then getting married and impregnating her all in less than a year. girl pls. i think rehman is a greener flag than hamza tbh cause bro at least chose his wife even at the cost of being arrayed and killed by sp aslam (i hope hamza chokes like how is he so dumb he has all the wealth and prob the second wealthiest after dawood in pak yet he has NEVER made a backup plan after the confrontation scene like bro is stupid) anyways talking about the confrontation scene the fact that his first move was to manipulate her by reminding her of the little deal they had instead of just being upfront with her about his reality just makes me feel like he might just have been too comfortable like if genuine love had been sitting underneath the operation the whole time, that’s the moment it should have broken through like a man who actually loved her would risk the truth even knowing it might cost him her. but like he reaches for the samefuckads manipulation tactic he’s used on her the entire relationship which makes me think that whatever affection or soft spot existed was never strong enough to overcome his spy ish instinct which THEN arguably means it was never really competing with the mission at all. maybe It was a comfortable feeling he had alongside the manipulation, not a force that ever challenged it.
and omg this is so heartbreaking but if you think about it right, yalina has only ever known conditional love throughout her entire life. like her parents def loved her esp her dad but it was conditional yk like she has never been the first choice in her loved ones lives. so when she met hamza she prob thought omg finally someone who put me first ! and she literally risks her entire life, her dignity, her reputation, her mansion her everything for her man thinking that she was his first choice . like she is so tragic my baby. her own father loves her but still uses her as currency in a marriage negotiated over her head and hamza enters her life as an operation and never fully exits that part not even at his gentlest or during their most intimate moments . every man in her orbit "loves" her in a way that has a ceiling and the ceiling is always something else that outranks her I CANT DO THSI ANYMKRE and for Jameel it's political survival for Hamza it's obv the mission, his motherland, the spy identity Sanyal built in him.
and and and that's what makes it worse than just "oh he was lying the whole time” no like the whole act would almost be cleaner and much better at least then there'd be no real feeling being felt out. what was actually happening is closer to the fact that he lets himself feel something for her, genuinely, and then still suppress it every single time it comes into conflict with the mission. like do you guys remember the food scene ? like the softness during that scene ? that's real, but it's real the way a soldier's love for his family is real while he's still choosing to go back to war like It's not nothing but It's just never going to be first. FUCK
anyways coming back to my girl, so like she's not loved unconditionally by anyone in her life. She's loved up to a point by everyone in her life, and she doesn't find that out until the point gets reached like during the confrontation scene or rather AFTER. It's brutal and just heartbreaking specifically because her side of love never had a ceiling like her love kept escalating esp for hamza the trust, marriage, and even a child while his had a hard cap the whole time, one she couldn't see because he never let her. BC MC HAMZA I HOPE YOU CHOKE. anyways headcanon that yalina got pregnant or is pregnant during their last goodbye scene and it’s a girl and she names her harlina and hamza never gets to find out about her maybe during his last moments so he never actually got to knkw.
disclaimer: this is completely fictional, not in line with real-life events/movies or romanticise the real individuals, ooc depictions, one shot, none spy au.
cw: you’ve wanted ur brothers best friend for years and decide to push him over his limits and make him lose that control at last. age gap, brat reader, mocking of status, dub con, praise/degrading, fingering, denial oral—M/F, belly bulge, smut.
a/n: finally finished this only 5 more wips to complete kms & posting this earlier for my bbg @rutvii 🎀, meri jaan @zoyslair ily my fav & ofc 🌸 can u tell what i was craving whilst writing this? xx
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you were eighteen when you saw him for the first time. you could still remember the chaotic feelings swirling in your mind and the cold flutters erupting in your lower stomach. it was the first time you had to resist the urge to pounce on a man and tell him to fuck you. his blunt and condescending shield should’ve helped soothe these aching desires over the years. it did nothing.
you had never planned to have sex out of wedlock but how could you say no to a man called hamza ali mazari. he was practically adopted by your family after his brother passed and he began working for your abbu’s gang. to others your abbu was feared, a name known across pakistan, perhaps even other countries due to the severity of his known brutal side. however, to you he became your abbu, though biologically he was technically your cousin.
you saw glimpses of the close bond your bhai, uzair and hamza had forming. you knew it was created by the similar experiences of what an orphan held to themselves, but also the immediate connection between your family and him. the debt owed to hamza for saving you, naieem and faisal could never be repaid with money as hamza was not a common man who could be bought with money. he had earned the respect and love given by your parents. they were both older than you uzair being seven years and hamza ten years, the differences in maturity and experiences in life would always seep through in subtler ways. the way hamza spoke less, smarter and more collected. uzair on the other hand trusted easily, one could argue blindly.
now, three years past of stolen glances and countless orgasms to the image of hamza fucking you had gone by. you stopped caring after realising the dinners and alliance talk didn’t bother you half as much as they used to if he was going to be there. even caring which dresses you were going to wear wondering which colours he liked more on you. one day him and uzair were mentioning the colour maroon and coincidentally you wore maroon for the first time a couple days later. that makes it very subtle, right? his green eyes were staring at you for longer that day, watching your every move from a distance he was required to keep. you could swear your legs pricked again just now from the memory, they had been aching from clenching them that long. that night you thought he might have broken his intense discipline and discarded the consequences, but no. the blessed time you had seen him following that had been slightly more cruel.
you were also sure that he was the one who had been yearly on your birthday buying you beautiful jhumkas conveniently happening since the year your paths gratefully aligned and were always left on your vanity. who else would do that? no other could’ve sneaked past the immensely, tight security wrapped around your haveli. anyway, when you had tried to thank him the first time he had gotten even ruder as if you had placed it there yourself making you question if this man was sane. you attempted to suppress the romantic feelings that were developing after that numbing them down to his ignorance. hamza was simultaneously struggling to comprehend the feelings he was developing for you and ignored them by irritating you to get your attention. he was harsh at times particularly in moments he was close to losing his restraint and succumbing to what you both desired.
hamza was never the kindest to you, you never knew the exact reason why, he would never explicitly tell you the amount of control it takes within him to resist shutting your loud mouth the way he desperately wants to. lately he seemed to be holding himself back but you wanted to find out what from. he would always be teasing and making subtle remarks when no elders were paying attention making you certain they were aimed at you. almost as if he knew exactly what you really thought of him hidden underneath the attitude you would respond with. sometimes you could swear the air between you both was always thick and heavy with sexual tension and unspoken promises. the way his eyes would linger and take you in making you feel like his stare was undressing you as the seconds would pass.
you also had a cover to protect these traitorous feelings for this beast of a man who had only shown you his irritating, patronising side. your bratty, witty personality was a true blanket but it could only be fuelled by him, becoming more lively with hamza nearby. you had grown tired of years of patience, watching him play the good two shoes, whilst giving you the cold shoulder. and for what reason? you had tried to welcome him when he arrived but he had brushed the kindness off. his emotionally constipated behaviour should’ve driven you away, it had resulted in the opposite. you preferred the challenge all along but now you wanted to make it a little more difficult.
the perfect opportunity was basically screaming your name when hamza was forced into staying the night. mentally thanking your annoying, lanky brother who clinged onto the very man, you could only wish to do the same. currently dressed up in a beautiful, black camisole which technically isn’t solely for him as they make a pretty and comfortable set of pjs which they just so conveniently happen to be effortlessly seductive, showing off your stunning figure whilst revealing your dewy skin that’s normally hidden from greedy eyes. tonight you wanted to completely snap that restraint that had eaten up his human wants.
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making your way to the kitchen for the classic excuse of a glass of water at 3AM. unbeknownst to you, hamza was already waiting, predicting his prey’s movements before your mind anticipated his arrival. your earlier antics of letting the burger bachha continue talking to you hadn’t gone unnoticed. especially the sneaky glances you slid his way with the look in your doe eyes that told him you knew what you were doing, and he had to stand on guard with his mouth mum, just watching. it was a good try but not enough and he couldn’t let you know how much of his trained restraint you were destroying.
blindly stepping into his trap, he gave you no time to collect yourself, “mujhe dekhte hue un aankhon se uske mazaq par muskura rahi? tumhe lagta hai tum mera sabr aazma rahi ho..yeh khel tumhare liye bohot bura khatam hoga, y/n.” his green eyes bored into yours as he spoke, narrowing your eyes slightly, this wasn’t how this was supposed to act out, you had just gotten down here. “tum khud ko bohat chalak samajhti ho na? ghar mein adhi nangi ghoom rahi ho yeh dekhne ke liye ke kab mera dimagh kharab hojayga.” you refused to back down disregarding his ice cold tone.
you bolded your posture, arms crossing against the thin cotton of your camisole. “shayad main hoon? toh kya?” you challenged, whilst your eyes dropped to his lips before flicking back to his green gaze. “tumhara kya khayal hai? kya tum khone lage ho hm?” his brows furrowed sternly as his calloused hands, hanging at his sides twitched wanting to reach out. he wanted to wrap his large fingers around your barely clothed waist, lift you onto that marble counter and show you what happens to little privileged girls who find it fun to walk into a lion’s den without a plan for the danger it possesses. despite this, he wouldn't let you win. he wouldn't give you the satisfaction of knowing that just yet. his control reaching out for the dab of restraint to keep you untouched and alive. if rehman bhai had an inkling of a doubt, the repercussions wouldn’t be a delightful sight for either parties. it was certainly clear that only one side had the sanity to think of the aftermath.
“bas itna tha?” he asked rather flatly. he knew he was catching you entirely off guard with the confusion evident in your eyes that you were miserably failing to hide. “kya laga tha tumhein? chhote kapde mujhe hila lo ge? maine aisi larkiyon dekhi hain jo tameez se khud ko carry karna jaanti hain. tum ek bachhi ki tarah lagti ho jo apni kameez pehnna bhool gayi.” you felt the rush of burning hot blood travel to your flustered cheeks.
the heat of pure humiliation and rage at his mean words had your lips part in shock and horror. your mind was racing with insignificant thoughts, none had prepared you for this reaction. “tumhara baap mujhe kisi badtameez bachhi ki dekhbhal karne ke paise nahi dete.” your soft hands clenching into tight fists from the audacity of him to look his nose down at you and treat you like a mere insignificant insect and utter these retorts made you silently promise to make this stupid orphan’s life a living hell from this day onwards.
“you are a disgusting. arrogant. pig!” you said through gritted teeth. “tum khud ko samajhte kya hamza? tum sirf ek besharam aur jahil aadmi ho!” your voice initially cracking slightly with the intensity of your mixed emotions, you paid no heed to that. on the other hand, his tired expression didn’t falter, “apna pani ka glass saaf karo, aur thore kapre pehn lo is se pehle ke tumhe thand lag jaye.” hamza replied far too calmly, which only infuriated you further but he turned his back on you without another word. leaving you to dwell in your frustration and embarrassment alone.
you were mentally cursing your brain for going blank when he was blabbing his bullshit that easily and seemingly unbothered at the whole thing. atleast you had a abbu figure in your life and anyway it’s your house you can wear whatever you want. though your idea hadn’t worked the way you wanted, you knew you would get him eventually. you were relentless and keen to get what you wanted like you’ve always had the grace of being used to. atleast you were right about him being a silly pig, his parents obviously agreed with you for gifting this fool the initials of what he is.
mean while, hamza walked towards the balcony as he took a deep drag of the stick of cheap tobacco. he exhaled the smoke which failed to get rid of the burning in his chest which had absolutely nothing to do with the cigarette. a child who forgot her shirt. it was one of the biggest lies he had ever told in his life. when you had stepped around that counter, your bare shoulders gleaming so close he could still feel his skin stinging from the radiating heat you had glistening off you. he had nearly cracked right there. if he had reached out, if he had touched your gentle skin, he knew he wouldn't have been able to stop. he would have broken every rule and vow he’s sworn to and every correct boundary he had no option other than to set for himself. if it wasn’t for those limits, he would have taken you right there in his leader’s haveli, stealing his beloved daughters innocence under the pretence of his friendship with your elder bhai.
you were dismantling his air tight defence piece by piece using nothing but your attitude and your naturally sweet, vanilla scented skin. he had known you were going to be a pretty problem when he was first invited into rehman bhai’s gang but now he has to double his guard further, because if you kept boldly testing his limits like this by pushing your way into his space with those tiny, provocative steps…hamza closed his eyes attempting to shut out the thought he couldn’t bare to finish. however, the image of your rosy pink lips and delicate curves had already started to burn away at his withering discipline.
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in the weeks that followed that bitter night in your kitchen, you stuck to your vow on making his life a mimic of agony. your natural bicker with him had turn into mainly boring silence, no lingering touches, refusing to give him even a fleeting unnecessary glance during dawats or when he stood guard beside your abbu. when you absolutely couldn't avoid him, all credits towards your clingy bhai, you utilised your status as a petty weapon. you snapped at him to address you as ‘aap’ instead of ‘tum’. a icy reminder of his place and how you had the power over him if you wanted to. he couldn’t compete with blood, if you ever mentioned a hint of hamza looking at you in the wrong way his body parts would be dumped into a ugly swamp. if it came to it, you had that option.
you couldn’t help but begin to drop subtle, venomous remarks whenever your paths crossed in passing, loudly making observations about how some men proudly embrace having zero haya. you’d comment about how they hide their own disgusting lack of control by passing judgment on women, a direct dig at his hypocritical lecture about your clothes when he has half his chest on display, not that you were complaining.
it was working beautifully, watching him get even more emotionally constipated, right up until your bhai had enough of hearing your condescending mumblings and called you out for your sour attitude. you quickly played it off with a dramatic sigh, rolling your eyes and claiming you were just depressed because surbuland isn’t real and fictional men have utterly ruined your life. bhondu one had bought it, but as you had glanced past his shoulder for the other, you caught the knowing glint in hamza’s eyes. he knew exactly who those insults were meant for which had you temporarily satisfied.
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the house was basically empty apart from you, your bhai, faisal, naieem and hamza who was staying over playing on the ps with them. your parents on a private trip to celebrate their wedding anniversary. a craving gave you the signal to bother your favourite worker, blaming it on the time for making your attitude leak into your texts.
you waited another whole fifteen minutes for this man to bring you your amrood until realising he wasn’t going to give in on that. atleast he had listened and cut it. he really was a good boy, despite leaving you on read. stepping out of your room, you barely made it a few steps when hamza stepped out looking as disgruntled as ever, but his hands remained empty. no amrood. “tumhein bara shoq haina, dekhne ka ke kya hota hai?” he asked, as you watched his green eyes morph to a almost black shade staring into your soul with a suffocating intensity. “tum mujhe itna uksana chahti ho ke main bhool jaun ke tum kis ki beti ho y/n?” huffing in response and rolling your eyes “hato saamne se, mera mood nahi hai tumse baat karne ka is waqt.” he had his phone lit open with your texts displayed, “dobara bolo” hamza commanded, blanking your reply. “apne in haseen honton se, mere moonh par bolo.. kya likha hai yahan?” crossing your arms over the thin lace failing to cover your cleavage, only accentuating your curves whilst you tried to pretend you weren’t caught off guard from his immediate confrontation.
“kyun?” you scoffed, your mind racing frantically to gather yourself, “waise bhi mera kasoor hai, mujhe pata hona chahiye tha ke tum padh nahi sakte.” you shook your head solemnly but your voice was laced with venomous attitude pretending to remember what you had messaged him earlier, “haan..voh, maine kaha tum ek niqab pehan kar ghoomte ho. sharafat ka naatak karte ho. par jab asli malkin hukum deti hai, toh tumhari saari tameez hawa ho jaati hai.” his handsome face contorted in one warning you that you had pushed too far and had finally snapped the thread you had been yanking for years. “asli malkin?” he taunted with malice as he tucked his into his pocket. “tumhe lagta hai tumhara yeh khoon, yeh naam, tumhe meri malkin banata hai? chhoti bachhi ho tum. aur tumhara dimaag bohot kharab ho gaya hai.”
“hamza, apni hadd mein raho—” he didn’t allow you to finish, he had gave you plenty of time and chances to retreat your bratty behaviour but you weren’t backing down, leaving him no choice other than to do it himself. hamza closed the gap between you. your vision flipped upside down as he hoisted you over his shoulder with a gasp, “chhodo mujhe! hamza, main cheekh padungi!” you hissed, your attitude flaring up into a furious panic as you slammed your fists uselessly against his broad, muscular back. “abbu tumhe zinda dafan kar denge! drop me right now!” not caring that he wasn’t even here and the boys were too busy playing with headsets blasting music not able to hear a sound from your room.
“cheekho,” he mocked, his calloused hand coming down with a harsh smack right against the short fabric covering your ass. the sharp, stinging heat of the spank shocked you into instant silence, a gasp catching in your throat. “cheekho fir taake tumhare bhai neeche aayein, aur main unhe dikhaoon ke unki malkin raat ke is waqt mere sath kya khel khel rahi hai.” he was unbothered by your struggling body as he carried on walking calmly making you even more irritated at him for still having control over his emotions. “mera sabr aazma rahi thi na, hafte se?” his deep voice vibrating right against your thighs as he carried you up. “roz naye kapde pehan kar mere saamne se guzarna. meri haya par lectures dena. aaj tumhara saara ghoor aur saari badtameezi yahin khatam hogi.” you clutched the back of his kurta, slightly flustered with a mixture of intense humiliation and a traitorous rush of arousal pooling at your thighs. kicking your bedroom door open with a dull thud, using his heel to slam the door shut behind him, the loud click echoing in the dim room sealing you both away from any right senses. no one would hear your screams in your private floor you had demanded when you were younger. you truly were spoilt and gifted with everything you wanted.
hamza dumped you onto the mattress as you scrambled backward against the headboard. the thin straps of your black camisole had slipped down your shoulders, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air of the room and to his predatory gaze. hamza stood at the edge of your bed, towering over you, cracking his neck as he looked down at you with a grin that held no warmth. “tantrum throw kar rahi thi na?” he whispered “ab main tumhein dikhata hoon ke is ‘achha bachha’ ko jab gussa aata hai..toh woh apni malkin ko kaise aukaat dikhata hai. agli baar aisi baat kehne se pehle, tumhara dimaag khud tumhein rok dega” the mattress creaked by dipping massively under his weight as he crawled over you.
his muscular frame blocking out most of the light that was left in the room. “tum yeh pasand karti ho na?” he mumbles, both of you forgetting or rather, ignoring the previous the distance you believed would keep you safe and him sane. but safety was never part of this equation anymore though he’d tear the country apart for you though he’d never admit it until it’s safe. your gold churiyan tinkle against your wrists as you shift, each breath making you aware of how small you are beneath hamza’s toned caramel frame. “chup kahan ho gayi ho?” you don’t dare answer anymore, not wanting to dig a bigger hole for yourself. as he presses closer, the curve of his chest filling your view. your eyelids flutter as his shadow falls over you, pent up need rushing the veins of the pair of you.
the flutters in your stomach begging you to lunge at him and claim what’s yours. but the egoistic side still irritated at him for taking so long and brushing you off, remained firm in stubbornness. “look at you,” he purred, as his green gaze dragged slowly down to the thin cotton measly clinging to your skin. “saari malkiat hawa mein ud gayi? where is that attitude now, hm?” you lifted your chin, trying desperately to hold onto the facade that had protected you for weeks. you were ready to lie and pretend as if you hadn’t imagined this entire scenario a million times over already, “bahar jao, hamza. tumhari himmat kaise hui mujhe aise hath lagane ki—” one of his hand snapped up, his large fingers wrapping securely around both of your wrists. with ease, he pinned them flat above your head, rendering you helpless beneath him. “roko mujhe. go on, push my hands away. tum toh badshah ki beti ho na? try to fight me. let me see how much strength you actually have when I’m pinning you down like this.” you let out a breathless gasp, your chest heaving against the restriction, your thighs instinctively squeezing together as another wave of arousal escaped you.
hamza noticed instantly sensing your desperate hunger for him as he leaned down until his lips were brushing the sensitive skin of your jawline, painfully teasing you further. “tumhe kya laga tha? ke main andha hoon?” his tone practically ushering you to lie again, as his free hand slid down your stomach, his palm seeping through and burning your skin under his touch. “teen saal se dekh raha hoon main. those stolen glances. looking at me during dinners, wondering what it would feel like to have me ruin you. upar se itna nakhra, aur andar se.. your just my little begging mess na? even your body knows and i’ve barely touched you” “main nahi—” you tried interrupting to silence him calling you out, “chup” he muttered, his hand sliding even lower, past your waist, until his long fingers pressed directly between your thighs, pulling your lace underwear to the side to give him the access he needed. you couldn't suppress the meek noise that escaped your lips as he rubbed his thumb firmly against your clit before pinching it to hear you hiss from a mix of sensitivity and pain. his lips traveled downwards as your body told on you showing him the evident proof of how you were already soaked, drenched through from the tension and his presence alone.
you felt hamza’s smirk grow against your neck, his fingers slicking through you wet cunt making you shudder from his punishingly slow touch. he was being careful to not fill you with them yet. “uff..this wet. mere sirf kamre mein aane se tumhara yeh haal ho gaya? but according to you, you're the owner..toh apni is halat par control kyun nahi karti?” “tum ignore bhi toh kar sakte the,” you challenged, your voice turning into a brief whisper for a moment. “main yahan tumhein leash par dalne wapas aaya hoon.” snarling at him to cover the fact that his touch was consuming the side of you that wanted to put him in his place for pushing you away last time and for his audacity. “jab hamare beech distance hota hai tab tum bohot bold banti ho” he hummed as he felt your body tremble beneath his weight in approval. “lekin abhi tum kaamp rahi ho, jaan. tum choti ho. naazuk ho. aisi lag rahi ho jaise abhi ro dogi kyunki aakhir kaar is right hand ne tumhein utha hi liya.” “main rone nahi wali” you hissed, “aur main tum se nahi darti, hamza.” his coarse beard brushed against your pink cheek as he leaned in, his cool breath fanning your ear, “is that so..?” your body began to betray you more unable to pretend as furiously as you had been by completely melting under his touch giving in to your desires.
“tumhein meri attention chahiye thi, y/n?” your usual defiance evaporating into the thick air of the bedroom, your fingers clutching the rosy sheets beneath you as your breath shook under his gaze.“main toh bas..main toh bas tease kar rahi thi” “tum mere jaise mard ko tease nahi karti..tum ek hafte se mere space mein ghusne ki koshish kar rahi ho. ye chote kapde pehenna. bohot zyada bolna. apne jhumka shake karna. tum dekhna chahti thi meri breaking point kahan hai?” his green eyes locked onto your glossy lips with a smug look he didn’t bother hiding. “tumne dhoond li” he whispered. “ab dekhte hain tum is sab ko handle kar bhi sakti ho ya nahi, jaan.”
you muster a “fuck you,” trying to defy him between shallow breaths but it slips out as more of a copy of a shayari recitation than rebellion. he beckons you with a crooked finger to inch closer as his lips graze your neck, planting delicate kisses. despite the contrast between his status, strength, age and your fragility sends a strong thrill through you. his other rough hand trailing down your body memorising how you feel, whilst your taste and sounds for him would come soon. his other free hand remained tracing your cunt, letting you buckle your hips for more, unable to wait patiently for him.“tumhein paane ki meri is khwahish mein..kuch bhi paak ya muqaddas nahi hai jaan.” he breathes, the promise dancing along your sensitive skin. you paid no attention to his warning, distracted by him in every human way possible.
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settling between your legs, draping them over his shoulders leaving a tiny amount of space between your cunt and his lips. it took everything in you to not buckle your hips, but with the force he held your waist down you probably couldn’t. he didn’t even bother taking off the short cloth, pulling it to a side as he hovers for a second first, his cool breath fanning along before brushing his tongue along your inviting entrance once, from your clit to catching the dripping arousal on his tongue. it was barely a touch yet you gasp eagerly, earning a menacing sound from him. “bas? itna hi sabr tha tumhara? one little touch and you are already falling apart in my hands. you are so beautifully weak for me, malika.” neither of you had any shame left, he was relishing in how easily he was going to fuck you stupid as he told you how aware he is of everything, knowing exactly how pathetic you are for him. then he dives in, devouring you as if starved which he was.
he began to bite gently so that every bruise left behind matches the history you share and the patience you both have had to unwillingly torment. he has already marked your heart for him, he had waited long enough for your insides to be the same. you choked on a moan as he pressed one of his thick fingers into you. they were so much bigger than your own, you couldn’t wait to feel the entire stretch of him when he would bless you with his cock. his beard tickled against your smooth skin whilst the pressure of his mouth and tongue on your sensitive clit increased, his tongue drawing maddening circles against your cunt as he finger fucked you closer to your orgasm. until he came to a brutal stop, ripping his fingers out of your dripping cunt, hearing the squelching sounds come to an abrupt halt as he left you empty and on that irritating edge away from your release. you could only let out a broken please. he didn’t need to use words to tell you again that he wasn’t going to be easy and you knew he was going to make you earn it.
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you probably should’ve felt more shame for being in your abbu’s roof on your knees whilst your bhai’s are innocently minding their business as you falsely glare at hamza with his trousers pooled at his ankles as he takes them off along with his kurta. his muscular chest looming over you, his radiating heat and oud scent enveloping you. every piece of your gold jewelry like those churiyan sliding down your wrists, the payal that jingles when you shift reminds you how small you are beside his massive frame. “kya hua? zuban kahan gayi?” he teases whilst gripping a strand of your dark hair and guiding your chin so your lips part. “ziddi toh tum hamesha se thi, lekin tameez tum seekh hi jaogi..aaj nahi toh kal. chalo, shuruat isse karte hain” you catch the sharp sarcasm ringing throughout his tone resulting in your cunt fluttering traitorously in anticipation and greed.
he lines the head of his cock against your lips. “open up for me” he states which you oblige easily. you gag from the size, the tears pricking at your eyes stinging you but not more than the ego you tucked away. listening to hamza sigh with a mix of bliss and satisfaction. his fingers ghost through your hair tenderly, guiding your face until your lips give in and part. the tip of his huge cock, thicker than you ever imagined and dreamt of now resting against your bottom lip. the whole thing felt surreal, the guilt for wanting this for an embarrassingly long time whilst the other wanting to resist and make him grovel for you as you deserve. but with him nearly stuffing every single inch in your mouth it’s impossible. feeling his hovering veins pulsing made you swallow any ideas of anything but taking him like he wants you to. gagging around his massive length. warm tears full of surma treacle down your face, colliding with the pink flush stained on your cheeks. “use that tongue you were biting me with earlier jaan” he cooes as you obey, silently telling yourself you have no choice, but you both know the truth, neither of you could hide from the reality and the frantic signs of your cunt pleading him to tend to your urges. pushing them away, you brushed your tongue along his tan skin as he sighs, pressing into you further, slowly. the weight of his need grounding you, hushing your small trembles, the salty hot taste numbing your taste buds.
as hamza starts to pump himself into your agape mouth, his dark tip sliding in and out in lazy circles as an act of mercy, so you can catch your breath. your hands cling to his thighs, whilst your gold payal jingles against your clammy skin. his hand in your hair keeping you steady, protecting you from breaking in his hold. “bilkul waisi hi jaise maine socha tha,” his voice thick with desire, then without warning, he drives deeper, fucking your mouth roughly. you tap his thighs, begging in silence. you couldn’t if you tried, not when your throat is full of his shaft. hamza only holds you tighter savouring the melody he’s orchestrating. watching saliva drool and tears mingle as you choke, and the scents that normally soothe you feels suffocating. the desperate sounds stringing from your lips fuel his needs more. you heard him groan in pleasure as you continued to lap up his precum as it flowed out his cock.
he was starting to get frustrated by your rather slow pace as his hand already nestled into your tangled hair pushed you down, taking as much of him as you possibly could. “you’ve been driving me insane for three years, aur tumhein lagta hai tum bina kisi nuqsan ke nikal jaogi? no jaan. every single cold shoulder, every single look you gave me over dinner..you’re going to pay for all of it tonight.” you couldn’t reply with your mouth stuffed, you felt your cunt pulse weakly by every hard hit to the back of your mouth as he continued brutally throat fucking you. clenching your legs tighter obeying peacefully to earn your release you’ve been embarrassingly begging for.
you could feel his cock throbbing by how close he was, however his control kept him from releasing anymore of his precious liquids he’s going to have you cherish. he wasn’t done with you yet, he still was yet to feel your creamy walls wrapped around him. after another long moment of unyielding thrusts, he freezes, cock still pulsing deep in your mouth. your blush shaded cheeks now aching around him, you were sure the vibrant bruises decorating the back of your throat from the force of his thrusts were beginning to sting. hamza withdraws slowly, still rock hard as you pant trying to gain breaths of fresh air but even those have his addictive scent written on them. your head was spinning, trying to blink away the blurs of his outline and dots. hamza watched your vision go dizzy for an awfully long minute with that passionate concern masked by arrogance.
you lie back obediently, both of your chests heaving, taking in the stunning view of hamza infront of you with sweaty skin as his eyes darkened with triumph and something unspoken hidden within the green depths. “kapde utaaro,” he orders. brushing a thumb along your collarbone. the gold chain with your name in urdu, around your neck catching the light, shining as you tear away freeing yourself from your drenched camisole. each piece that falls reveals how exposed you are to him. revealing your innocence, you and the ones dear to you had failed to protect, stripping it all away just for him. every shiver of your skin as vulnerable as it was the first time he held you right after the pathan gang had attacked, he had been your saviour at that wedding. his touch had even then been possessive as if he knew it would only be a matter of time until he’d claim you.
kneeling between your legs, when his fingers finally press against your wet cunt again, this time with no cloth as barriers you gasp still so sensitive. he dips a finger inside, drawing out a moan that bounces in the room, clicking his tongue to beckon more pretty sounds. “good girl..so wet for me” he mumbles as he adds another finger, curling them inside of you as you arch beneath him. he tears them out of you again with no sympathy for your helpless state, he needed you to feel how hollow you are without him.
ignoring your pleads he uses a knee to part yours wider for him, purposely leaving his cock a mere inch away so you have no choice but to listen, “you love giving me orders, don't you? ‘aap’ kaho, hamza. wahan khare raho, hamza. let’s see if you can still keep that arrogant tone when i’m deep inside you.” with that he finally pushes into you, using just the tip, filling you until you tremble once again. a reminder of how weak he’s made you, then he pulls back, scanning your face. “so tight, bilkul ek shareef, masoom bachhi ki tarah. who would believe this is the same vicious girl who was snapping at me a few hours ago? so obedient right now, you were begging for this lesson.” your eyes fluttering shut as he stretches you out, marking your insides as you had wished countless times. he was way too big, stretching you so wide around his girth that you had to dig your nails into his shoulders, a moan tumbling from your lips. he let out a few curses mingling with your frantic whines and the sounds of skin slapping. “look at how beautifully your body takes me, even when you’re trying so hard to hate me. do not look away. keep your eyes on me. haan aisi hi..good girl. let me see that look of defeat in your eyes.” hamza sucked against the soft skin of your breasts, then towards your neck before he managed to capture your lips in his own. swallowing any sounds you were making, muffling your sobs completely as his tongue clashed against yours tasting all the attitude you once had.
snatching his lips from yours, his hands gripped onto your hips harder, “cry a little louder for me. let uzair hear what his precious little sister sounds like when she’s being ruined by the gang’s orphan. batao mujhe..who owns you right now? say my name” he rasps, slipping deeper. the contrast between your fragility and his power sharpens every nerve ending. “hamza..” you whimpered out, he made sure each thrust started slowly, measured at first, then faster as it turns more relentless watching you keenly as he fucks your previous attitude out of you. he has always had the power, he was simply letting you think you had it when really it’s always been him the one in control. “kitni khubsoorat ho tum..bilkul ek malika. it’s a pity your gorgeous little mouth only opens to speak poison. lekin jab tum is tarah roti ho..when you moan my name like this? you look absolutely perfect jaan.” you were clinging to him like a koala, fingers digging into his broad back, decorating his flesh with bright red scratches as he brings you to the edge. hamza felt the knot in your stomach, his huge cock leaving violet bruises around your cervix. the tight coil pressing against his bulge in your tummy warning both of you of how close you are as his punishing, merciless pace, drags you down just as you’re about to shatter. he was making you beg without words.
his thrusts shift abruptly as he’s inside you, filling you completely. you feel every inch, the stretch, the full weight of him. “maza aa raha hai na? look how perfectly your body wraps around mine, even while your lips are sobbing out little protests. you can keep trying to hate me, yet you are squeezing me like you never want me to let go. kitni jhooti ho tum, y/n.” he watches process his words with those eyes, his hand pressing against your belly feeling how deep he reaches. you see how he moves inside and out as he pounds into you, admiring the way your made for him and how deep he reaches. no one else could mark you like this.
whatever tender care you had imagined he’d be capable of before was overcome with his need for you. “you belong to me,” he pants, hips slamming against yours. just as you feel yourself slipping away, he pulls back, nipping at your nipple until it hardens in his mouth. “not yet,” he teases, slipping the tip of his cock in and out slowly, brushing your clit. you beg in a quivering lightly, “i-i’m so close..please” “beg properly jaan,” he orders as a bead of sweat drops from his handsome face onto your breasts. you whimper, “please, hamza.. let me..please i’m sorry.” your thick hair in heart shapes across the pillow. “tell me jaan, who is your owner hm?” he torturously pauses as he asks you a question you both have always known the answer to, waiting patiently for you to take back all the retorts from your earlier antics.
“more hamza.. you. only you.” you manage to stumble out, watching his beautiful face inches away from you as he complies, thrusting with renewed fervor. and then at his permission, you shatter, crying out his name in release your pleasure comes in a rush, letting him feel your tremors clenching around his shaft pounding in you whilst your back arches off the bed, as you cry his name multiple times in a row, each one more pathetic than the other. you were surrendering yourself to him and the currents of overwhelming pleasure. every muscle in your body tensing as you shuddered through your release.
you felt the overstimulation physically fill your body, his harsh thrust making you more sensitive than ever, you started going dumber not speaking any coherent words. “oh fuck..” he grunts as he follows you seconds later, his gravelly voice lost in a low groan as he empties himself inside your velvety walls. you feel every row of cum burying itself then after multiple ropes turning into drops, every pulse erasing any self respect that you had knowing that you were utterly ruined for the days to come. the last slow thrusts of hamza fucking his cum, burying his warm semen into your own liquids had you whimper savouring the way he has ruined you for anyone else. he settled to your right pulling you on top of his heaving clammy chest, your hand nestling into his damp long hair as you hushed him by closing the distance yourself. his arms wrapped around your waist caressing you as you catch his lips in a kiss tasting his tongue carrying the taste of cigarette, mint and a faint trace of your own guilt. his thumb gently rubbed the pretty bruises scattered over your hips, as you let out a soft sigh into his mouth, his beard scratching the hickeys he had left earlier making you remember the whole reason he had come here. hamza deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours before you pulled back a few centimetres, “ab jaldi se mera amrood lao please..”
“bas itna tha?” he asked rather flatly. he knew he was catching you entirely off guard with the confusion evident in your eyes that you were miserably failing to hide. “kya laga tha tumhein? chhote kapde mujhe hila lo ge? maine aisi larkiyon dekhi hain jo tameez se khud ko sambhalna karna jaanti hain. tum ek bachhi ki tarah lagti ho jo apni kameez pehnna bhool gayi.” you felt the rush of burning hot blood travel to your flustered cheeks.
the heat of pure humiliation and rage at his mean words had your lips part in shock and horror. your mind was racing with insignificant thoughts, none had prepared you for this reaction. “tumhara baap mujhe kisi badtameez bachhi ki dekhbhal karne ke paise nahi dete.”
the audacity of him to look his nose down at you and treat you like a mere insignificant insect and utter these retorts made you silently promise to make this stupid orphan’s life a living hell from this day onwards.
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