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Ishq Vishq Pyaar Vyaar

This is completely based on Danish's fantastic portrayal of Uzair and is completely fictional. Here, they are businessmen turned politicians, and it's an AU. No spy, no gangster. Constructive criticism appreciated. This is not beta read, so if you guys find some typos/ errors, please feel free to correct me. Also special thanks to @rutvii for suggesting me the idea Warnings: fluff, crushes, she fell first- he fell harder, teasing, chaotic reader/oc, idiots in love, daydreaming, angst, misunderstandings, arranged marriage proposal, sexual tension, kissing and dry humping, confessions, bhondu Uzair, bhondu reader, confessions Uzair x reader/oc Happy reading....

This is a long one-shot, almost 6K words.. sorryyy

“Uzair aap ye kya kar rahe hain,” she said shyly.

Uzair held her face in his hands. He looked ethereal in the white kurta, the light glowing behind him. There were huge sunflowers all around them.

“Tumse pyaar”, he replied cheekily as he smiled at her.

Her heart was bursting out in love. Her while dupatta fluttered as she moved a little away with a “Hayeeeee”.

Uzair bent down to whisper in her ear, but it was a strange sound; his masculine voice had suddenly changed into an angry feminine one. She was confused.

“Uth ja sehzadi. Aur kitne der ghore bechke soyegi?” She jumped awake and opened her eyes to find her ammi sitting near her bed.

“Ammi kitna acha khwaab dekh rahi thi.” She turned and planted her face on her pillow. What was this behaviour? Her family did not even let her dream about her crush in peace.

“Tu aur tere khwaab. Shaadi ki umar hoagi aur abhi bhi bachi-jaise khwaabo ke duniye mein. Jaldi uthke taiyaar ho ja, tere abbu bula rahe hain tujhe, college nahi jana kya?” her mother urged her to wake up.

She reluctantly sat up in bed, her face sullen. What had she demanded? Just a kiss from her crush in her dream. No, her mother did not even let her have that. She started daydreaming again. How Uzair looked like a swan in her dream, wearing a white kurta. Why did he wear those dark colours, not that he looked any less handsome. He looked so hot in those dark colours, but he would look like an angel in white. He would wear a white bandgala and walk towards her, then hold her hand and pull her into his arms. “Meri janeman tumse main bohot Mohabbat karta hu”, Uzair would say. “Main bhi”, she would reply, and then they would kiss. Oh, how good would his lips feel on hers and that beard- oh, she would surely get beard burns; it would feel so good.

“Ye phir se sapna dekhne lagi kya?”

“Ammi yaar.” She stood up from the bed, making a face as she moved to the bathroom to freshen up.

She paced down the stairs in her pretty pink chikankari suit; she was going to be late for college again. Ammi would surely kill her. She ran to the kitchen, looking for something to eat.

“Ammi, breakfast kaha hain? Bhuk lagi hain mujhe. Abhi Rabiya ajayegi college nikalna hain.”

“Table pe diya hain. Late hota hai to jaldo uthti kyun nahi?” Her mother’s voice came from the dining room.

She ran to the room, her tote bag hanging from her shoulder, and went to the table. Not looking anywhere and started stuffing her face with the paratha her mother had placed on a plate.

“Aree baith ke khalo, sehzadi. Ya Allah, kya karu is ladki ka.” Her father’s voice, laced with love, came from the centre of the table.

She did not even look and answered, “Aree abbu time kam hain.”

“Kaisi ho?” A voice came from beside her.

She looked; her face was still full with the paratha she had stuffed in her mouth. It was Uzair, the Uzair Baloch, her crush, the man whose dream had made her late. He was sitting there, at the dining table, just beside the place she stood and stuffed herself with the paratha. She swallowed a bite and sat down, looking at him with an awkward smile. She had embarrassed herself; she did not know she always ended up in the most embarrassing and awkward position in front of Uzair. She could never say anything sweet or intelligent, always blabbering stuff she had no idea about. It was like her brain refused to function in front of him. It was not her fault, though; she could challenge anyone to look at those chocolate eyes and form a coherent statement. Last time she had slipped and fallen on a pothole on the side of the road looking at him. Uzair and Rabiya had to help her out, and this time she was stuffing her face like a chipmunk. Why could she not be as graceful as those women in the serials, or even as Ulfat Bhabhi? She was wearing such a beautiful suit; why could she not have some Nazakat?

“Achi hu. Aap kaise ho?” she finally answered, trying to recover from the embarrassment, finally sitting down at the table with a shy smile.

“Main bhi acha hu. Kya padhai kar rahi ho ab?” Uzair answered smoothly.

Oh, that voice. She could just keep hearing it. He was wearing blue; oh, it made his skin glow.

“Woh mera final year chal raha hai Masters ka. English me.” She answered.

“Wahh kafi hosiyar hogai ho.” Uzair praised her, smiling.

She instantly turned red. His praise did something to her, something she was unsure to accept. Her heart started beating faster, her throat dried up, and well, let's not say what more.

“Hain Uzair miyan, meri beti hain hi ekdam akalmand.” He father was always so very proud of her. She was the apple of his eye, his sehzadi.

She smiled hearing this, but it was time she had to leave. “Ji abbu main ati hu, college ka time ho gaya hai.”

“Thori aur der baithogi nahi?” Uzair asked. Oh, for him she would sit for her lifetime, but well, that was not the question. She just nodded her head in a no and left, not trusting her voice to answer.

“Uski baat chore Uzair miyan, uska pair tikhta nahi ek jagah. Aap khaiye, itne dino baad aye.” She heard her ammi say as she moved out of the room.

She was a dumb idiot and all the things Rabiya had called her. She could have had a long chat with Uzair, but no, her brain had to fumble. She herself had lost all these years; only if she was sharp enough in these matters, she would have already become his bachhon ki ammi, but the way she was going, it seemed she would have to become his bachon ki khala. She did not want to think about the second possibility.

She had a crush on Uzair since she was 16; he was 22 and did not even look at her beyond asking her which class she studied in. She would look at him, hiding, while he would talk to her father about business. Her father was a businessman in Lyari and had helped Rehman Bhai when he was not the King of Lyari, just a young boy trying to survive; thus, her father was highly respected by the Baloch brothers. Rehman bhai treated her like a sister, so did Ulfat Bhabhi. It was during her teenage years that she suddenly realised one day she had a huge crush on the younger Baloch brother, and this had continued for years now. She was twenty-two, and Uzair was 28, and till this day she was unable to say anything about her feelings. Even Uzair treated her no differently.

“Phirse usko chup chup ke dekh rahi thi?” Rabiya asked as she saw her sneakily looking at Uzair Baloch from the kulfi shop.

He was leaning on his jeep, smoking a cigarette. Rabiya knew she was probably going to the market in the hot afternoon because Uzair would be there. Only he had the power to make her move in the heat.

“Ja na tu Rabiya. Main kyu chup ke dekhungi main to unke pehchan wali hu na.” She said, moving her aside.

“Bari ai pehchan wali, uske samne to tera mu nahi khulta”, Rabiya taunted her best friend.

She was done seeing her crush on him for the last 6 years. What irritated her more was that her muphat, bak-bak karne wali best friend, could not even have a full-fledged conversation with Uzair without blushing. And after that conversation, she had to hear about it for months. Last time when he passed her a bowl of rasmalai, she had to hear about it for about 3 weeks.

“Maine tera katal kar dena hai”, she commented, giving Rabiya a pointed look.

“Jaa jaa, bari ai katal karne wali.”

“Aree tum yahan?” Unknown to them, Uzair had come to talk to them, spotting her near the shop.

“Woh main kulfi khane ai thi.” She replied, all her ‘dhamki wala’ attitude melting, making Rabiya cringe a little.

“Acha”, Uzair replied, looking at her. She did look quite pretty in her butter yellow kurti.

“Aap yahan?” she asked him.

“Woh Bhabhi ne kuch kaam se bheja tha?” Uzair answered, scratching his neck.

“Achaa”

The conversation made Rabiya a little irritated, angry, and cringey. These overgrown adults knew each other, but why were they talking like that? Her best friend was clueless in this matter; at least Uzair bhai could speak better.

“Aapko ghar chor du?” Uzair suddenly asked, making Rabiya finally happy; at least one sensible question from the man.

“Hein?” She suddenly let out. This made Rabiya want to smack her best friend across her head.

“Hain, hain Uzair Bhai please chordein. Iske chakkar mein reh gai to mereko paidal leke jayegi,” Rabiya quickly said, not trusting her best friend one bit in front of her crush.

“Tujhe to main badme dekhti hu.” She responded.

Uzair smiled at the two girls, guiding them to the jeep. Rabiya took the backseat while she sat in the passenger seat beside Uzair.

“Abhi iske baad apka kya plan hai?” Uzair asked.

“Iske baad to ammi ne shayad mujhse thora sa khana banwana hai, aur woh khana khake maine sojana hain thori der”, she answered, already feeling tired thinking of cooking.

Rabiya really wanted to throw her best friend out of the jeep hearing this answer. This way she would get her crush?

“Nahi, matlab iske baad, future mein.”

“Oh. Abhi master’s karke mujhe toh author banna tha, shayad publishing mein kaam kar dungi. Agar ammi tabkar meri shaadi na karvade.” She answered.

“Woh to shaadi ke baad bhi tum kar sakti ho,” Uzair answered, looking at her. Was it tension Rabiya saw in his eyes? Wow, that means her best friend has a chance.

“Hain, per shohar bhi acha ho.” Okay, her best friend was still dumb.

“Tume koi pasand hain?”

“Mujhe? Who mera ghar agaya. Main chalti hu. Khuda Hafis” She almost ran out of the jeep.

Uzair looked a little confused.

Rabiya felt sorry for him. “Uzair bhai, thank you. Woh thori si pagal hain, par dil ki achhi hain.”

Uzair laughed.

“Tu usse khul ke baat kyu nahi karti?” Rabiya hit her with her bag as soon as they reached her room.

“Are main kya bolu, unki aakhein dekhke meri bolti bandh hojati hain. Unki height dekhi main, mujhe to man karta hain mai ped ki tarha char jau”, she said dreamily.

“Kisidin na uski shaadi hojayegi aur tu bas uspe chadne ka plan banati rehna”

“Tu negative baatien kyu karti hain yaar”

“To kya karu? Tu bolegi ya main bolu.”

“Boldungi yaar. Is baar eid ki dawat wale din bol dungi pakka,” she assured Rabiya, holding her hand.

“Phir se kaha kho gaya?” Hamza asked Uzair as he sat leaning on the wall in the factory.

“Kahi nahi hamze. Tu bol, Yalina ka kya kahbar?”

“Yalina to ekdam khush hain, tu khoya khoya lag raha hai?” Hamza flung his arm around Uzair’s shoulder.

“Kya khoya khoya?” Uzair answered shyly.

“Tu Tariq Sahab ke ghar gaya tha kya?” Hamza looked at him with a teasing look.

“Tujhe kaise pata?” Uzair was surprised.

“Tera mu dekhke. Uski beti tujhe pasand karti hai, aur tu bhi usko dekhke khush hojata hain.” Hamza continued.

“Aisi baat nahi hai. Pyaari ladki hain bas.” Uzair’s cheeks had turned slightly red.

“Hain phir thik hain. Waise Rehman bhai ko to Tariq sahab ne ladka dekhne ko kaha hai uske liye.”

“Kya?” Uzair stood up hearing this.

“Hain. Woh bhabhi ke khala ka beta hai na, Fahad. Uski baat kar rahe the bhai. Achha ladka hai. Kamata bhi achhi hai.” Hamza looked at his face. He looked angry, irritated even.

“Ye baat mujhe kyu nahi pata. Kya matlab Fahad?” Uzair protested. He was present, and his Bhabhi had thought of Fahad.

Uzair knew she liked him; her crush was too evident, unlike his. He remembered when this happened; he had returned from Balochistan and gone to meet Tariq sahab for some election-related queries, and she had opened the door. It was not the first time he had seen her, but it was the first time he had really seen her. She was 20 then, bright, wearing a white suit; she looked like a swan. Her dark eyes were lined with kajal, her long raven hair open and flowing. She smiled and welcomed him, and it seemed to light the room. Slowly, he realised how sweet she was. How her presence brightened the room, how Naiem and Faizal waited for her as she was their sweetest Khala. How Ulfat Bhabhi loved her. How she treated everyone with respect and a smile, how she cared. It did not take long for Uzair to fall for her too. She was adorable when she fumbled sometimes in front of Uzair and said the most bizarre things. He had seen her sneakily looking at him too many times, and to be honest, it made him quite smug.

“Kyu tu uska ashiq lagta hain ya shohar?” Hamza’s voice brought him back from his imagination.

“Main jo bhi lagta hu.”

“Aree agar pasand hain to qubool karle na, kaunsa Bhai mana karenge. Waise bhi Tariq Sahab unke khas hain. Aur unki beti ko to sab pasand karte hain.” Hamza said.

Uzair knew this, and he had planned to confess soon; he was just hoping she would confess, but he guessed she was too shy.

“Woh hain bhi to kitni pyaari. Jaha jati hain ekdam ujala kar deti hain.”

“Jaise Uzair Miyan ke dil mein kya hain,” Hamza teased.

“Tu bhi na Hamza”, Uzair hit his shoulder.

“Hain hain. To kab bol raha hai?”

“Eid ke dawat par. Maine taufa lene ka socha hain.”

The haveli was buzzing with people and the scent of delicacies. The guests were greeting each other, but Uzair's eyes were searching for someone. Yalina saw his impatient gaze and went to him.

“Uzair bhai, Hamza to bol rahe the aaj aap kuch kehne wale ho.”

“Is Hamza ki to,” Uzair muttered.

“Kya hua Uzair bhai?” Yalina leaned towards him rising one eyebrow, giving him a teasing smile.

“Yalina tum bhi kya boti ho.” Uzair was really embarrassed now; his best friend could not keep one secret from Yalina. Uzair smiled shyly, making Yalina laugh a little.

“Waise tofa kya liya?” Yalina whispered, bringing herself closer.

“Ruko dikhata hu.” Uzair brought out a velvet box and opened it to reveal a stunning pair of jhumkas with small white pearls dangling.

“Wahh kitna payara hain” Yalina brought the box closer. It was probably the most stunning pair of jhumkas she had seen; she had to ask Uzair bhai where he got them from. She too wanted a pair like this.

“Usko ye wala safed bohot pasand hai.” Uzair continued.

“Oh ho.” Yalina placed her hands on her hips, looking at him with a mischievous smile as she asked, “To aap kaise bolenge use?” This made Uzair shy; he lowered his head a little, and a grin came on his face. “Aree sharma kyun rahe hain, boliye na.”

“Tum bhi na Yalina.”

She had seen this conversation happen. She finally dared to confess her feelings, but seeing him smiling with Yalina broke her heart. Really, Yalina was beautiful; she was the only daughter of a minister; surely, she was so much better. Why would Uzair even look at her if Yalina existed? She loved Uzair, but she wanted him to be happy, even if it meant her own sadness. She did not want to confess and create complications between them. It was better if she left, moved away enough that he lived happily and she did not have to see him. Maybe that way she would also forget him slowly. She ran away from there to her mother and said she was feeling unwell; her face was already pale, and her mother had agreed to let her go home, seeing her.

“Kya hua ro kyu rahi hain?” Rabiya asked. She had come to her place the instant she got a call from her and had heard her broken voice. “Aree bol to?” Rabiya asked her again, but she was weeping in her lap. The tears did not stop. She tried to speak, but her voice did not really support her; instead, more tears came.

“Hayee Dheere sas lele phehle.” Rabiya soothed her back, trying to comfort her.

“Woh Uzair who Yalina Jamali ke sath.” Hearing these lines, Rabiya understood what had happened. Uzair was probably with Yalina, and it broke her heart thinking about her best friend.

“Achaa Dheere Dheere” She continued soothing.

“Rabiya main kya karu. Main unse mohobaat karti hu per woh to…” she continued weeping in her best friend’s arms.

“Acha meri jaan aise nahi roote.” Rabiya tried to comfort her; she too was feeling so sad for her dear friend.

“Woh apki beti nahi dikh rahi.” Rehman asked Tarip Sahab as they sat to have dinner.

“Abhi to yahan hi thi Rehman bhai.” Tariq looked at his wife as if to ask where his princess was.

“Woh uska tabyad kharab lag raha tha to who chali gai.” His wife answered.

“Achanak se?” Uzair asked. He had been looking for her for quite some time now, but she was nowhere to be found. Hearing she had left made her quite sad.

“Hain, uska chehra bhi utra hua lag raha tha, isiliye maine bola ki chali ja ghar. Kyu? Kuch baat hain kya Uzair miyan?” her mother asked, looking at Uzair, who quickly looked down, and the whole table erupted in laughter; his secret was revealed.

The sun was setting as she walked out of her college gate. Suddenly, Uzair came in front of her. “Aap?”

“Tumhara tabiyat ab thik hain?” Uzair asked, looking at her face. The setting sun left a glow on her.

“Ji.” She answered and tried to walk forward.

“Waise tum aise chali ai eid wale din to main tumhare liye taufa laya tha”, Uzair said, bringing out the velvet box to give her.

“Per main nahi le sakti ise.” She said abruptly, trying not to look at him. She knew if she even looked at him, she would not be able to control her tears. She was trying to create distance, and here he was trying to give her gifts.

“Kyu?” Uzair looked at her face, trying to find something, maybe an answer or a reason.

“Main gair mard se taufa nahi le sakti”, she replied as she got up in her car.

Uzair stood there confused and alone. Gair mard? What did she mean? Was he ‘gair mard’ for her? When did it even happen? He was unsure of this.

“Teri liye rista aya hain”, her mother stated as she was watering the flowers in the garden in the evening.

“Haan kardo.” She replied, not even thinking twice.

“Kya?” Her mother had not expected this answer. But her daughter was behaving a little differently from a few days. She had brushed it off, thinking she was ill, but this had made her pause. Her daughter was always happy, chirpy, and the whole house brightened up due to her presence. Her sudden agreement and the voice she used made her mother suspicious. She put the watering pot down and went to sit beside her daughter.

“Beta tu thik to hain na”

“Hain ammi, mujhe kya hoga?”

“Nahi kuch dino se itni chup chup hain. Aur ek baar mein maan bhi gai shaadi ke liye. Pucha bhi nahi kaun hain”

“Ekdam thik hu ammi, aur aap aur abbu ne dekha hain to acha hi hoga. Aaplog waise bhi mere liye best sochte ho hamesha,” she said, looking a bit teary-eyed.

“Aree meri sehzadi. Aise na bol. Is ghar ki jaan hain tu, nahi karni shaadi to maat kar.” Her mother pulled her into her arms.

“Aise baat nahi hain ammi; aap hi bolti ho ek din to nikaah karna hain, to thik hain.”

“Meri jaan. Tujhe pata nahi tune mujhe kitna kush kardiya. Aisa rista dobara nahi ata” Her mother knew her daughter was a sensitive soul, and she could never get a better rista. She knew they would take care of her daughter like she did.

“Beta tu khush to hain na?” Her father, who saw the whole conversation, asked.

“Hain abbu, aap dono ne pasand kiya hai, acha to hoga.”

“Meri sehzadi”, her abbu placed a kiss on her forehead. His little princess had grown up too soon.

“Aap yaha?” She opened the door to see Uzair standing.

“Kyu ab main yaha a nahi sakta kya?” He said, lowering his head a little to bring it to her level.

“Nahi who baat nahi hai.” She moved a step back and said, “Abbu nahi hain ghar pe.”

“To maine kab bola main tumhare abbu se milne aaya hu.” Uzair took a step closer to her as she moved a step back.

“To?” She looked at him with her doe eyes, making Uzair's heart beat faster.

“Main to tumse milne aaya tha”, Uzair replied, looking at her eyes.

“Kya?” She was genuinely surprised. What was happening and why now? When she had finally planned to move on, and he was with Yalina. Was he playing with her?

“Hain.” He moved a stray lock away from her face and held her hand, placed the velvet box on her palm, “Tumhara taufa”

She felt overwhelmed with his touch. She wanted to keep holding his hand, but this was not fair; she had agreed to get married to a man; it would be unfair to her would-be-shouhar. She moved a step back and placed the box back into his hands. “Dekhiye, Uzair miyan, mera nikaah tai hogaya hain. Chale jaiye waha se.” She ran back to her room, her eyes filled with tears; it was too late now.

Uzair sat confused in the factory beside Yalina and Hamza. He just wanted to meet his fiancé, spend some quality time with her and give her the gift, but she refused outright. He knew she liked him and now even agreed to marry him, then why was this sudden distance? Had he mistaken her feelings, or had she agreed to get married to him only because of her parents?

“Yaar, usne to hain kaha tha. Phir?” Uzair asked thoughtfully.

“Shayad sharma rahi hogi bhai,” Hamza answered.

“Per…”, Uzair was not convinced.

“Hain Uzair bhai, shayad nikaah tai ho gaya hai isiliye aapse door reh rahi hain, taki nikaah ke time tak aap thore se line pe raho.” Yalina teased, trying to comfort Uzair’s insecurities.

“Yalina tum bhi na.”

Rehman was sitting with some files in his study when Uzair entered. “Bhai kuch baat karni hain apse.”

 “Kya hua?” He looked up, removing his glasses. Uzair’s troubled face made Rehman worried.

“Shaadi ke phele kya Bhabhi apse gift leti thi?”

Rehman let out a soft laugh hearing this. So, this was the trouble his brother was facing. “Hain pyaar se deta tha to leti thi.”

This seemed to have put Uzair in a more troubled state; he mumbled, Achaa and turned to move out of the study.

“Ruk. Kya hua?” Rehman stopped him.

"Nahi bhai, kuch nahi.” Uzair was unsure about asking his brother.

Seeing his dilemma, Rehman himself said, “Teri hone wali begam ke sath kuch hua hai kya?”

“Nahi bhai woh..”

Rehman walked to Uzair and placed his hand on Uzair’s shoulder, “Bol bhai hu tera.”

This gesture comforted him greatly, and he finally mumbled, “Woh bhai main uske liye taufa leke gaya tha, per woh mera taufa nahi le rahi. Bol rahi thi ki ab nikaah tai hogaya hai.”

Rehman laughed, “Aree, itni si baat. Shayad usko lagta hai ki ghar pe kuch bolenge. Tu apni Bhabhi ke haaton bhijwa de.” Rehman suggested a solution to solve his distress.

“Per mujhe dena tha.” Uzair wanted to give the gift to her with his own hands. He wanted to see how she looked wearing it. He wanted to spend some time with her.

“To kya hua, nikaah ke baad to sari zindegi apni haaton se taufa dena tu.” Rehman patted his brother’s back, comforting him.

She was sitting in the drawing room watching some random show on TV when she heard the doorbell ring. She stood up reluctantly to open the door.

“Bhabhi aap?” She smiled, looking at Ulfat Bhabhi, who looked gorgeous in a dark green suit.

Ulfat gave a full smile at her and said, “Andar nahi bulayegi?”

She quickly moved from the door and said, “Aree aiye na Bhabhi.”

Ulfat came in, followed by two men who carried boxes of gifts. She was surprised to see it, only to realise it was for the engagement which was to happen the next week. It made her heart ache a little; she was getting engaged to a man she did not know. All her life she had imagined her husband to be Uzair, but maybe that was not her destiny.

The men left, keeping the gifts on the table; her ammi had come out to greet Ulfat, greeting her with a hug. After changing pleasantries, Ulfat moved towards her and held her chin, looking at her face with soft motherly affection, “Mashallah ekdam chand jaisi lag rahi hain.”

“Shukhriya Bhabhi.”

“Eid ke din inti jaldi agai varna wala hi sair baatein nikaah wali tai hojati.” Ulfat said.

Eid ke din? Oh, that meant on the day of Eid itself her parents had fixed her marriage. Well, it was good she had her realisation that day itself. She was not really curious about the man she would get married to, but this fueled the question: was the man present in the Eid feast?

“Woh achanak se tabyat kharab ho gai.” She replied, feeling guilty about leaving so early. Ulfat Bhabhi and Rehman bhai must have felt bad.

“Koi baat nahi hai. Ab to paas hi rahenge,” Ulfat replied, patting her head as she sat down on the sofa.

Paas? She was about to ask how they would stay close, when her ammi suddenly said, “Waise tumhari bhi to kitni tayaari rahegi.”

Taiyaari? What preparations did Bhabhi have? Were they also planning Uzair’s wedding to Yalina? This made her heart ache again; the wounds from the night of Eid became raw again.

“Per beti ki shaadi ki tayaari ki alag hi baat hain. Humara kya hain?” Ulfat replied.

“Aise na bolo” her ammi commented, “Shaadi wala ghar ka matalb hi hain dher sara kaam.”

Her ammi looked at her sitting quietly, lost in her own world, and asked, “Tujhe kya hua beta?”

She came out of her thoughts and replied, “Kuch nahi, bas saar dard ho raha hai.”

Ulfat caressed her head, “Aree shaadi se pehel stress maat le bacha.” She fetched a small velvet box from her bag and handed it to her, “Ye lo.”

She opened the box to find the pair of most beautiful-looking jhumkas she had ever seen. The pearls dangling from them were the same shade of white she loved. “Mere liye. Kitna sundar hain Bhabhi.”

Ulfat smiled, looking at the joy in her face; her devar did know his fiancée’s favourites. “Sundar to hain. Ja pehen ke dikha.”  

She quickly put on the jhumkas, and it earned a Mashallah from the two older women, making her shy.

“Beta, engagement wala jora apne kamre se laake Bhabhi ko dikha de” her ammi suggested.

“Hain ammi.” She agreed and went to her room.

She hummed softly as she entered the room and went to open the almirah. She saw the reflection of a man in the mirror and was about to shriek when she felt a hand press against her mouth,“Shhh”

Her eyes became wider. What was Uzair doing in her room?

“Uzair?”

“Mashaallah kya sundar lag rahe hain ye jhumke pehenke.” Uzair was awestruck. The jhumka enhanced her features. It looked so beautiful. He held her face between his hands and kissed her forehead with love and devotion. This made her freeze.

“Kya kar rahe hain aap?” She asked in a shaky voice, looking utterly conflicted.

“Kya ab kya hua. Main apni hone wali begam ko dekh bhi nahi sakta nikaah se phehle?” Uzair asked her with seriousness. He was her fiancé; he could spend time with her, look at her, love her.

“Kya? Main? Hone wali begam?” She was confused. What was Uzair even saying? Was she his hone wali begum?

“Hain,” Uzair answered, even more confused.   

“Main?”

“Hain. Tumne hi to nikaah ke liye hain bola.”

“Mera aur aapka nikah?” Was she even hearing the right thing? She moved to sit on the bed and took a sip of water from the glass placed on the bedside table.

Uzair sat beside her and asked, “Tum mujhe pasand kati ho na?”

She looked at his eyes, filled with desperation, and it made her even more confused. “Per aap to Yalina ke sath the?”

“Kya?” What was she saying now?

“Eid wale din. Maine aap dono ko dekha.” She tried to reason.

“Kya dekha?”

“Aap uske saath has rahe the. Aur baatein kar rahe the. Main to aapse baat karne aane wali thi. Per…”

“Per kya?”

“Mujhe laga aap dono eksath ho to main…” She now felt utterly foolish.

Uzair looked at her innocent face; he understood her confusion and let out a soft laugh. She was adorable. “Aree meri baby.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “Meri jaan.” Another kiss on her cheeks. “Main bhi to aapse usi din baat karne wala tha, wahi bol raha tha main Yalina ko.”

This was a big revelation for her. She had caused herself so much pain without any reason. The biggest reveal was that her crush, Uzair, liked her back and they were going to get married. She was going to get engaged to him in a week. Hell, she needed to talk to Rabiya. Rabiya had called her a fool for agreeing to marry a random man without asking anything about him, but she was too damn lucky.

Uzair pulled her a little closer, “Ussi din to Bhai ne mere nikaah ki baat ki tumhare abbu se, tum rehti to wahan hi baat pakki hojati.”

“Kya?” She was surprised. Oh God, she was such a fool; if she had just stayed a little longer at the Eid dinner, she would not have tortured herself for these 2 week. Her emotions were clearly visible on her face.

Uzair held her face in his hands and asked, “Hain. Aur meri jaan ko laga ki main kisi aur se mohabbat karta hoon?” The tone was teasing.

She was already very embarrassed at her behaviour, and the proximity and teasing were making her even more shy. She realised she might have dreamt of kissing him and more, but in reality she could not take his touch without her body feeling completely shattered, her heart beating and her core throbbing. She felt weak at the touch of his warm hands; his thick masculine scent filled her lungs, and she felt like she was slowly losing her sense of reality.

She used all her self-control to move a little away, “Jaiye aapse baat nahi karni mujhe.”

Uzair was not having any of that. He had waited enough; he wanted her close. He pulled her closer, placing her hands behind her body and pressed his body against her. Her softness enticed him. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. He felt her breath quicken as he placed a soft kiss on the exposed skin, just above her heart. Uzair could swear he had never felt anything softer than that.

“Aise kaise ab to nikaah hone wala hai, aur dekhu to sahi mera tufa pehenke kaise lag rahi ho.” He whispered near her left ear, placing a soft bite on it.

“Aapka taufa?” She muttered.

“Hain ye jhumka.” Uzair touched the jhumkas she wore and rubbed his fingers on the skin of her ears, making her even more weak.

Her throat was dry. She arched slightly, her neck visible, and he placed a kiss on her neck and he placed his hands just below his hip and pulled her on his lap. She swore he forgot everything in the world. His warmth seeped through the thin layer of their clothes. Her vision felt hazy as Uzair continued placing kisses on her neck. Uzair pulled her dupatta away, throwing it somewhere. None of them cared. Uzair pulled herself closer; she was sitting on his lap, her legs on either side of his hips. The pull made her press against his arousal, and she let out a moan. Uzair could not believe his ears; it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He held her hair with one hand and placed the other on her hip and pushed his arousal against her again, this time grinding himself against her. She let out the sound again; it was maddening.

“Jao aap”, she finally let out, not really meaning it as she scratched at the hair on his neck.

Uzair rubbed his nose against hers and confessed, “I love you”

She smiled and replied, “I love you too”, placing her lips on his.

He deepened the kiss, pulling her so close that there was not even space for air between them. He looked at her with eyes full of love and confessed, “Main bohot Mohabbat karta hu tumse, bohot zaada.” As he wrapped his arms around her. This made her fall on the bed on her back, with him on her, her legs still wrapped around his hips. He continued kissing her, lips parting just for air. His lips moved from her lips to her neck and then lower. Her fingers were grabbing the hair at the back of his neck; her collarbone was slightly burning owing to the scratching of his beard. Her senses were overloaded. The world around her was slowly fading away; only Uzair existed, and the maddening weight of his body on her.

“Ya, Allah.” The sudden voice made them both suddenly aware. She pushed Uzair off her.

Uzair himself was confused for a moment and looked at the door to see Ulfat Bhabhi standing frozen; she looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her or them, “Bhabhi aap.”

Ulfat moved towards Uzair and whisper-shouted, “Ye kya kar rahe the? Sharam nahi hain kya? Tumhari to hone wali biwi hain. Do din ruk jaoge to kuch ho nahi jayega. Bechari ka chehra dekho laal par gaya hain”

She looked like she wanted to run away. Ufalt moved towards her and held her chin to make her look at her. Her cheeks were flaming red, her neck was now littered with marks, and her kurta was pulled much lower than before. She gave her the dupatta lying on the side.

“Ye Baloch hote hi aise hain. Dono bhai ek jaise.” Ulfat gave him a side eye.

“Sorry na Bhabhi” Uzair tried to look guilty, but he was too smug.

 “Abhi jao,” Ulfat commented, and Uzair moved towards her balcony. “Wahan se kaha ja rehe ho seeri se utro. Ye ladka”

She smiled, looking at Uzair, who gave her a sheepish look.

“Aur tu bhi has mat. Isko sar pe charhaya to hogaya tera.”

“Sorry, Bhabhi.” She said shyly.

Well, we can say, Ulfat had to keep strict regulations to stop Uzair from sneaking out of the haveli. And for her, she was happy and blessed; Uzair did love her very much, maybe even more than she loved him.

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HAMZA X READER

a/n - my first ever hamza fic!!! PLEASE DONT MAKE IT FLOP, i know i am known for my tapori Uzair and daddy Iqbal but ahem i think i wrote well :P, also Zaviyar is Hamza spy name, dont get confused my cutus, i added translations cause the dialgoues could be a bit hard to understand since i do not speak urdu it was a little hard to write this way but i tried my best, happy reading ( first part to a two shot?)

warnings - Age gap (21-34) , manipulative Hamza, violence, animal hunting, virgin! reader, thigh riding, oral ( f receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected ( wrap it before you tap it), Hamza is basically talking you through every single thing, reader is a little shy at times, idk if this a warning lol

The threads were stitched deliberately into the cotton cloth, repeated lines of brow, deep brown till it created a shape.Black didn't outline the whole of it, a good artist always knew not to do that, the only spot where absolute black was where the eyes would and the weaved thread suddenly turned into something alive - innocent and wide eyes, dousing with lashes. It was almost like an ordinary deer only it had four horns and a look more heartbreakingly naive than a deer - it was a chousingha. 

It was perched on the vibrant grass, resting into your mothers hand peacefully in the embroidered piece, the last of what remained of your ammi jaan. Chousingha are extremely timid, often hiding behind thick bushes and impossible to find in the north your father had occupied, but your mother’s stories brought them to you. She had spent time in her homeland nurturing the wild with her hands, she would tell how she found her solace in the forests, resting against the tree with the very animal in her hands and how she had prayed to the god for a child as beautiful as the gentle life in her hands.

Living up to your father’s idea of you was beneath you, he loved you but that was all to it. And as his only daughter you weren't held up for the value to the family ,but for only and only for the blood you were born of, and for you - yes you were more than precious but that blurred the line where he could see you as an individual apart from being his delicate princess.

You had nothing against delicateness but you couldn't and wouldn't cage yourself to something others wanted for you, but the escapes were limited so you knew only one- hunting. Growing up hidden from the world locked away,deemed too ‘precious’ for your own, had only helped you learn one thing - the preciseness at which to move your body so it wouldn't catch eyes, so it wouldn't make sound, while you sneak into the forest. 

The wind was heavy making the leaves slap together, the loud rustles going off in the air mixing with the roar of the eagles as it set up in the sky from the branch 

 You had surely acquired your heart for hunting because your mother was too gentle for this, but too much of anything brings nothing but doom- look at where she ended up, married to a man like your father. 

You couldn't blame her 

You thought walking forward, holding the bow loosely in one hand, the dry leaves breaking into pieces beneath your jutti.

You yourself had no clue for what you will do when the time comes and your father finds a reasonable match, the one that aligned with his political decision. You had tried courting before but it bored you terribly, none of them felt like remotely real human beings, stuck up too high in their prides.

Dense trees hid the clear blue sky from you creating its own canopy as you shifted through shadows till you reached an open spot-

A shadow at the very corner 

It was of a deer only it wasn't an ordinary dear, the shadow curved awkwardly making the lines appear blunt but it had four small horns 

It wasn't supposed to be there

They don't come around her

You are in the very north 

You tried to reason with yourself but your heart had already lept your mother’s, what could have you wanted more than seeing what your mother had always told you about, and see it in flesh instead of embroidered piece behind glass 

So you followed 

It skidded away

The bush rustling violently with it 

Timid creatures; that's what your mother had told you. You dashed running after it, you couldn't shoot it just as easily you had shot the others- you just couldn't. Your lungs burned with how fast you had ran to keep up with the deer, feet felt like they were set ablaze inside the shoes and kept going and going following the thud and low hums of the wild thing. 

You were led astray into the forest, the rustle of the leaves coaxed you into the unknown.

You realised that little too late, you had wandered in too far and over what? A stupid deer. You check back at your shoulder -three arrow left, you were screwed astronomically, you were. The skies had leaked into something darker and the pit in your stomach grew, your father had no whiff as to where you would be, there was absolutely no one coming to save you. 

You had ventured the woods enough throughout the years to know you had ended up in a dangerous spot, more than likely habitat to the predatory animals 

The dry wind whispers through the tall grass. A striped shadow waits behind the green leaves. The sharp eyes of the beast watched your every move, it was a hyena you could figure that much out from the shadow. You had hunted before it should have been that hard but then you saw it.. There were at least five of them. You pull your bowstring tight. You panic and let the first arrow fly into the dirt. You fire the second arrow, but it misses the head, you only need to kill one to scare away the others.

You heard loud thumping footsteps from behind, possibly a running animal. You shoot your final third arrow at the back into the empty air due to the pure dread of it being a larger predatory animal . 

The hyena leaped out of the brush, you jerked but surprisingly never met with the blow you expected.

You despised being the damsel in distress, despised being the delicate princess who had to live under the safety of your  knights and the 'care' of your father but who would have remembered their morals, their sanity their very being in front of the man who emerged as a stone statue to your deliverance. The bronze of his skin turned gold where the scattered sunlight seeping from the trees escaped, grazing the part of his face and muscular arms.

He looked back to find you had been staring at him, your eyes set on his face . Your breath hitched - he was beautiful. Possibly older than you by a decade or so, but his green eyes held you grounded. It was like fresh mist mixing with deep ocean green and your mind hadn't felt this clouded in ages.

“Aap janti bhi hain ke ye jangal kitna khofnak hai? Kya lene aayi hain aap yahan? Yahan aap jaisi shehzadiyon ki koi jagah nahi” and then it was his voice, making your bones feel lighter but the word brightened up the offense and the shame you had already, of not being able to protect yourself

“ Aap kaun hote hai humne sikhaane waale? Humne kisi..dehqan ki ijazat nahi chaiye kahi jaane ke liye”

" Who are you tell me what to do, what not to do ? Should i be taking permission from a peasant now to go where I want?"

You look at his clothes, the fabric appeared rough and worn out, enough to tell you he was a peasant.

"Ye jangal ghuroor ko zinda nigal jata hai, Shehzadi Sahiba. Isse pehle ke raat ho jaye, wapas laut chaliye" 

" This forest is going to eat your pride away, your highness we must return before the sun sets"

Is he insisting for you to go with him? Your stomach pooled with a strange sensation as he walked past you, already reading the horse for your both departure without a word of agreement from you. You could smell the sandalwood on him as he walked past mixed with the sweat from the sun, almost feel the long terres of hair that covered the nape of his neck.

The rationality inside you wanted to die, the way his hands worked to fix up the saddle, how his thick fingers were decorated with rings, the size of his bicep larger than your entire face and the low hum of his voice - all of it had you entranced. But you were a princess and above all a woman, everything was cautionary but would you have really mind him abducting you? 

“ Chalo”

“Ek dehqan ke sath? Hum bhala kyun chaloon aap ke sath?!" 

" I will go with a peasant? WHY WOULD I GO WITH YOU?"

The word might have hit him too hard, or maybe it was your tone reeking of stubborness, you could have said why would you go with a stranger but no you decided on that. He stepped forward methodically slowly, almost instantly you were stepping back trying to create distance. He followed back your retrieving steps without a hint of his intentions on his face, but you only knew that the closer he got the wider the span of his chest got, the more you were engulfed into his frame you realised how helpless you were. 

Your back hit the tree, “ Maut ka irada hai? Nahi  na ,toh fir chalo” He inched closer, “ Nahi mai nahi chalungi!”

That was it 

His coarse palm wrapped around wrist to force you forward into his lead,  it wasn't bruising it was with the carefulness with which people carried valuable assets, hard enough to make you move but not hard enough to leave a mark- he was determined on the being the savior and any harm to his mean would cease the mission all together.

He put you up on the horse like you weighed nothing before you could have protested that your back was crushed against his chest, his heavy chin resting on your shoulder both his arms going by your sides to keep you caged and guide the horse. The leather dug into the back of your thighs, his heart burned at your back through the thin fabric, each pulse made your own heart beat faster, your breath rise. 

Red marked your skin with how his rough beard scratched at your skin, you squirmed finally“ Ishthir baitho y/n”  “Tumhaari ye majal ke tum mera naam lo?!" You grunted, putting effort into making your body move actually, rather than mindless squirming but your name, well your name has never sounded better before.

He sped up, one arm looping around your waist to keep you still. You screamed hard - the way his breath fell on your neck, he was closer now, his thighs touching your body and just the sheer proximity was making something tingle in between your legs. “ Isthir baitho y/n varna yahi se gira dunga” His voice was so calm that the threat went over your head. What remained was the vibration that went through your body at the low rasp in your ear.

Your cheeks flushed red from the cold wind hitting your face and by how purely humiliating and exciting this was at the same time, he saw how you weren't used to your body cutting through the air, the way your face furrowed at the harsh sensation. In a fraction he had wrapped the loose cloth from his body over your chest, pulling you into his chest.

The bumps brought you closer, if you got too afraid you would go and squeal into his chest like you had known him all your life. 

You were scared

Scared of all the feelings rushing through you, scared at what your father would have to say for it but you weren't going to go meek, you couldn't afford that.

The horses neighed loudly as he stopped at the entrance of your castle,

the guards were already more alert than ever with the princess being missing for hours now,

“ Kaun ho tum?” One asked, their hands fixed on the sword at the side 

He didn't answer, just swept the cloth you hide into the side revealing your face to the guards. With a hissing clink of the metal on metal, all swords were drawn on him, the blades glistening in the dark. 

“ Bas” 

Your father’s voice cut the chaos as he stepped forward, each person bowed their head lowering and so did their swords at the raise of his hands, 

He got off the horse, putting you steady on your feet before bowing as well 

“ Naam?” Your father asked

“ Zaviyar” 

Your head snapped to his side, watching the way his lips moved as he said it, Zaviyar - that was going to be imprinted in your mind now, though the name sounded almost unfamiliar to his own lips

“ Meri beti ko haath lagate ho?” " You dare touch her?"

“Main ne unhein sirf un ki jaan bachaane ki khaatir haath lagaya tha.”“I only touched her to save her”

  What a lie? Yes his touch didn't wander into places where it shouldn't have but the intensity spoke for itself, he touched her because he wanted to touch her.

“Kya khabar bhi hai aap ko ke un ki jaan par kya bani thi? Aap apni waahid nishani ko yoon bay-aasra kaise choor sakte hain ke woh apni hi shararton ki nazr ho jaye?”

“ Do you know what danger she was in? How could you let the only daughter you have get loose and run off to her own mischief” “ You will teach me what to do now?”

“Jalaalat-maab! Main aap ko yeh nahi sikha raha ke aap ko kya karna chahiye, balkay main aap ko yeh bata raha hoon ke agar main aik lamha bhi dair kar deta… to aap ki beti, yaani iss saltanat ki shahzadi, iss waqt duniya mein nahi hoti.”

“ I am not teaching you what to do your highness, i am telling you if i were a minute later your daughter, the royal princess would have been dead” 

You were not allowed out for obvious reasons but its not like you ever listened or confined yourself to what your father had told you, but you couldn't upset him further by sneaking out so you were just sneaking in the perimeters of your own home. 

The rescue had been too calculated too intentional , you were not naïve you saw the look in his eyes that tried to guise the concealed under a forged kindness of a man who simply stumbled upon the shehzadi's  perturbation and saved her, risking his life like a godly man

Sleep was hard to come, as the second you dared to close your eyes his face would enthrall you all over again. There was a desperate yearning that was already gnawing at your chest, the excitement thrilled you, he was everything you couldn't have and the wrongness of him only harboured a twisted affection.

“ Zaviyar” you whispered to yourself, falling into a restless sleep 

White marble shone under the sunlight, the ambers of the sun catching at the water you swirled. You laid on your stomach, one hand submerged in the pond in front of you.The anarkali you had graced yourself in was long, falling till your ankles, the ivory white mixing with marble but the bright gold zari work shined through. 

Water bended to your palm, curling around as you moved your wrist , the fishes tickled at your skin adding to the soft kisses from the water, you were having the time of your idling around, when you heard footsteps approaching.

Your hair was let free completely, unrestrained, untamed wild curls and you knew how much your father would appreciate that, you sat up a little still very much on your stomach, your chest spilling through the neckline as the fabric strained against your breast, that’s when Zaviyar caught your eyes, standing metres away from you and your father was positioned facing away from you, they both were moving in the opposite direction from yours 

You felt it again, that same feeling flooding your stomach ,the way your heart had to start working harder, he only glanced for a second but the effect was done, with the way  he had measured every inch of your body with a quiet authority as if already certain that all of you was his.

"Maanna padega, aapke aangan ki bahaar sabse haseen hai, bahut khoobsurat phool hai"

“ I must say that the bloom of spring of your garden is the most gorgeous one, what a beautiful flower you have there”

He spoke with your abbu jaan, his eyes never once ever so slightly moving an inch to your face, but the encrypted message reached its rightful hearer, he was talking about you, perched up at the end of the glowing pound, out when you were not supposed to be.

Your lips curled into a smile, he didn't risk to watch your again and yet just like you, he had known your were smiling 

The more they walked farther, their voices became a blur in your ear, and the more his figure became distant you couldn't control yourself. You sprinted across the thin bridged pathway between the ponds to hide behind a pillar.

You could over hear the broken bits of their before you got caught

“Main saaf keh raha hoon… aap ke inn na-aahal pehredaron se kahin behtar hifazat main kar sakta hoon un ki.”

"I am saying I could make a better knight for her than the ones you have"

"Bhala iss qadar khud-etamaadi?” " Such confidence?"

"Main inn sab ko lalkarta hoon. In sab ko mila kar bhi jo pehra bane ga, main akela inn se barh kar aik sacha muhafiz saabit hoon ga.”

"I challenge them, I make a better protector then than all of them combined"

You had heard the commotion the next day and you were more than sure what it was, running through the corridors, your heart beating wildly

The mid-day sun beats down on the red sandstone courtyard as four imperial guards draw their heavy steel talwars, forming a tight circle around the single warrior who stands calm, gripping his curved khanda with both hands. Dust swirls around his leather boots as the first tall soldier steps forward from the left, swinging his blade hard toward the lone man's neck. 

Zaviyar ducks low, his steel blade sparking loudly as he blocks the incoming strike, but a second guard lunges fast from behind to drive a sharp dagger toward his spine. Spinning on his heel, 

Zaviyar acted fast,driving his elbow into the attacker's armored face, yet the distraction allowed a third guard's talwar to bite deep into his left shoulder, slicing through his leather armor and pouring crimson blood down his arm. 

Gritting his teeth against the throbbing pain, the warrior leaps backward onto the stone steps to reset his stance just as the final two guards charge forward at the same time. 

Your watched down from the open jharoka, your ears turning teary at the sight and he noticed, looking you right in the eyes letting you feel how this was all dedicated for you, the blood he had soaked himself in, the wounds he had endured all for you 

In a desperate, blinding flurry of steel and the confidence that this was going exactly the way he had wanted , he parries their twin swords and counters with a sweeping strike that cuts down his opponents, though a stray blade catches his thigh in the chaos. The four guards finally lie defeated on the blood-stained courtyard, leaving the victorious but heavily injured warrior leaning on his weapon, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he binds his bleeding wounds with a torn piece of his silk sash.

He fell to the ground not before passing you a smile

You looked past plainly put deceitful nature of his kindness, you looked past everything to watch the man duel for the title of your knight oh how romantically he bled for you. Your heart had made space for a man that was far too dangerous for your own understanding .

You couldn't stay in your bed any longer, feet finding the ground on its own. You padded down the stairs under the conduct of the lighted candle in your hand, your steps with the precision they had been whenever you had slipped off the walls of your castles, carrying yourself to a distant corner - a wing for servants. 

Covering your face was a necessity, you moved quiet as a breeze before knocking on his door.

He had been expecting for you to come, he hated himself for he had been anticipating this for reasons apart from his mission,for the selfish part of himself that has been put off by your fire.

Your face was devoid of any extra steps you would have put to appear more pd, only dark soorma lining the water line of your eyes, dressed in a comfortable loose peshwaz of silk that moved in waves with your body as you dashed in, closing the door shut quickly for your sake.

Zaviyar watched quietly as you undid the fabric from around your face, the line of your lips slanted downward enough to know he was going to earn a scolding, and with the glare she met his eyes, he felt it to his heart.

“ Kya suji thi tumhein? Kya jarrurat yeh sab karne ki? Sabke saamne abbu ke aage shart rakhna voh bhi aisi?”

“ What was going through your head? What was the need for this? To put up such a challenge to my father"

He didn't reply, just smirked

Fuming you moved closer to him ,forgetting how he was twice your size, forgetting how he could snap you in one go, you pushed at his chest. 

“ Mujhe has ke mat dikhao Zaviyar”  

“ Don’t laugh at me now, Zaviyar”

You had been burning from the second you had entered his room, the chamber was already small but something about him made even that suffocation amplify,  he was half undressed, his upper body bare and covered in bandages, only a thin flimsy pyjama covered the rest. He was bulky like you had expected him to be underneath those clothes, dark hair covering the whole of his chest and down to the line in between his stomach- your cheeks turned rose at the feel of his skin and with your own realisation of how you had been eyeing him.

The candle worked through the dark room, illuminating both of your faces in the pale yellow and you already knew how his skin would turn into gold at the light, his hand moved above your taking the candle gently from your hand.

He walked with it to the corner, and for a few seconds the world went black as he blew out the candle 

“ Za..Zaviyar?” The oil lamp once again lightened the room, restoring your stolen breath. He sat down on the bed, his hands on his side - he didn't ask you to sit with him but there was an absolute that bent you against your own conscience.

You climbed up the bed, holding the fabric of your peshwaz to adjust it to your movement, the bed creaked gently and for the first time you were in a men’s bed and you could hear your heartbeat in your wrist with how it was pounding. You weren't really being the dutiful daughter right now , were you?

He started explaining slow “ Ladna mera farz hai, mansab-e-sipahgari mere liye izzat aur abroo ka baais hoga, aur sab se badh kar yeh ki... aap jaisi sanm-e-be-misaal, dilnawz ki qurbat paane ki khaatir, bhala kon apni jaan ka nazrana pesh karne se guraiz karega?”

“Fighting is my duty, being a knight would bring me pride and honour and above all who would put their life on line for beauty like yours, a beauty that is incomparable”

Bewitched you had moved closer, tracing the rough tied edge of his bandages 

“ Yeh kisne baandhi hai?” “ Who tied these” 

“ Maine” “ I did it myself” 

 “ Bahut kharab baandhi hai”  “  You are horrible at it” 

You wrapped the clean cloth around his wounds carefully, everything mechanical apart from the slight shaking of your hands. You have done a neat job, 

“ Bohat mahir hain aap, aap ko yeh kis ne sikhaya?” 

“ You are very skilled at it, who has taught you such a thing?” 

“Hum ne yeh kaam khud ko sikhaya hai..” “ I have taught myself” 

You secured the knot, your finger still brushing at his bicep. 

“ Jab hum chup kar shikaar aur khelne jaate the, to apne zakham abbu ko nahi dikha sakti thi... kisi aur ko dikhana to door ki baat hai. Humne khud hi apni patti karni parti thi.”

“ When I sneak out to mess around and hunt, the wounds I got I couldn't really show them to them to my father let alone anyone else, I had to learn to do it myself” 

“Itni choti umr mein... aur itna dard? Afsoos ki aap ko apne zakham chupaane pare. Koi ladki is umar mein khud apne zakham nahi seeti” 

“ This pain at such a young age? It’s a shame you had to hide your wonders. A girl your age should not be tending to her own wounds, her own pain”

his voice had gone deeper all of a sudden, his eyes locking onto your face, trying to drain the sense and fight out of you with his intensity. 

Green was all you saw, “Tumhari hifazat aur tumahra nazzara... bas yahi meri tamanna thi. Main kab se door khara tumhari ibadat kar raha hoon. Tum jaisi nazneen ko jis azaadi ki talaash hai, woh sirf mere paas milegi”

  Ibadat mentioned 😛🤙😛

"I wanted to be a knight, to watch you, to guard you, i have been admiring you for some time now and a girl like you would experience all the freedom she needs with me"

he treaded the words to you, your chest heaved with an impatient string of breaths that you couldn't control. 

“ Kya bo..bol rahe ho… tum Z..Zaviyar” “ What are you saying Zaviyar” 

“Khuda ki qasam, kaainaat ke sab se bare shair ne bhi aisa misra nahi likha hoga jaisa tumhara yeh tawazun hai y/n"

“ Ha-Hadd mei raho a–apni” "Stay in your limits"

“Tumhari  aawaz, tumhari saanson ki yeh tapish, aur tumhare chehre par chaati yeh laali... tum chupaana bhi chaho to yeh maasoom aankhen tumhara saara kacha-chitha khool rahi hain.Tumhari khwahishe nazar aa rahi hai, magar tum itni darpok ho ke khud se bhi iss ka aitraaf nahi kar paa rahi ho”

"Your breath fastens when you talk to me, your cheeks turn red, your innocent eyes burn with a desire that you do not want to admit to , but poor you, you are too afraid to admit to,to submit to it"

He poked right at your pride, it was true, even the task of looking him in the eyes felt like a battle in which your lashes lowered and raised without your permission but you couldn't bear to hear it from his mouth.

“ Hum darpok nahi hai” You argued back, raising your chin bridging the small remaining gap between you both, resting your hands on his scarred chest, it felt like a stone wall under your touch, you were aware of just how much strength he had but you couldn't help yourself.

His lips had never left the smugness behind, holding up a controlled smirk, his thumb brushed down the arch of your cheek and you broke, your body shivering. 

He tipped his head, satisfied with how you gave the testament to his statement right away but the feel of his skin running down blurred your senses. You opened your mouth to continue the argument but he had leaned closer. Suddenly the air stuck to your skin and the oxygen from your air dissipated, his eyes were glued to your quivering lips.

“ Zaviyar” You whispered, closing your eyes.

 His lips touched yours in a featherlight kiss, you sat still as a statue until you couldn't handle the temptation. Your body hiked up, you tilted your head and started a slow passionate kiss, you could taste the faint natural taste of saliva and the moisture of his lips. God your father was going to kill you- you reminded yourself but pressed closer to him. He didn't rush it, he wanted your surrender to be so slow that you wouldn't even notice that he lured you into it, he only kissed you properly when you had started squirming with overwhelming need, pulling back to watch him.

He slammed his lips against yours, his large hand covered the whole of the back of your head keeping your lips locked with his as he moved hungrily. Flesh traced at the seam of your lips making you gasp involuntarily-  he swept in, tangling his tongue with yours.

The heat of the kiss travelled straight to the pulsing ache in between your legs, your nipple poking at the thin fabric. You moved your head to his commands, trying your best to keep up but in the end he won out and you remained with your head leaned back, breathing into his mouth.

“ Zaviyar” You moaned helplessly.

 Hamza knew it was foolish, self destructive but he couldn't handle it, the way some other man slipped off your lips so easily, it made his stomach churn with envy. Only he deserved to hear it, it was only his to hear in the first place.

You both both your hands on his shoulder for some control and to not directly fall into the mattress as another breathy moan escaped your lips 

“ Zaviyar-”

 “ Hamza” 

He corrected, forcing to hide the disbelief on his face and train his expression back to what would be considered normal

“ Kya?” 

“ Mere kareebi mujhe Hamza bulate hai” " People who are close to me call me Hamza"

You nodded cluelessly,but  that didn't explain the brief jealousy on his face. He shut off your thoughts again with another searing kiss, this time when he pulled back to let you breathe his lips still refused to leave you.

 Dragging them down the line of your neck to the hollow of your throat, his lips pursed around the skin sucking a red mark there before he again dragged his lips, this time to your shoulder. His teeth caught at the cloth resting there, he met you briefly, seeking permission.

You sighed, nodding

He peeled the clothes off of your body, down your shoulder and you let him. He stopped in between, his warm mouth meeting your clothed nipples, his eyes tracing the shape of the peaks that protruded before he finally captured it into his mouth, sucking feverishly.

You whimpered, your hands twisting in his gorgeous hair, his salvia dampened the cloth enough for the colour of nipples to peek out, making him hum deliciously. “ Ya khuda” He couldn't bother with leaving the tender flesh alone for now, using his hand to pull down the fabric. You trembled, your breast exposed to the air of the room,to his eyes. There was certainly no going back now. 

Your every little sense was heightened, breath hitching every two seconds as he sucked and flicked the bud with his mouth, the left breast being tortured by his hands, kneaded and squeezed as his rings delved into your skin, the cold metal contrasting delightfully with his warmth. 

“Meri nazron ne aaj tak kaainaat mein koi shay itni dilkash nahi dekhi, jitni tum ho” 

He whispered burying his face into the cleavage he formed by moulding both the breasts together, you leaned into his touch.

He pressed you slowly into the mattress, once again blurring your thoughts with his lips, his hands pulling down your clothes completely but he didn't look down for now, letting his hands work around and map every inch of your skin. The bedding wasn't even nearly comfortable as to what you were used to, you wondered if your back would cramp just by the feel of it and then you felt it. One thick finger pressing at your entrance

You instantly flinched back 

He shushed you, his hands gently moving up your slit to your clit, pressing the rough pad of his thumb firmly onto it. He saw the uncertainty , how the fear seemed to take over the arousal -he understood it, he was so much larger than you, and being pinned beneath him, it could feel terrifying for anyone and especially for someone who absolutely shouldn't be doing this.

He pulled back, relaxing completely against the headboard. You laid still for a few moments , getting your breath back together and finally sat up when the desperation took over you again, missing the touch he just took away.

“ Kya hua Hamza?”

Hamza, fuck that voice was going to kill him one day 

“ Tumhien dar lag raha tha y/n ?” it was gentle inspection

“ Haan” You breathed out

“Main chahta hoon ke tum apne khauf se baahar aao, apni haddon ko chor do”

“ Par mai-”

He patted his muscular thigh cutting you off, the demand was so oppressive but before you knew it you had complied. ‘ As innocent as a dear’ He thought watching you climb over his clothed thigh,like it was his lip with both your legs on the same side.

He chuckled roughly at the naiveness, repositioning you in one go so your leaking cunt felt right over the rigid muscle. A throaty moan graced your lips on cue, your body hovering over him before surrendering completely. You felt yourself pulse embarrassingly hard but you at least you had gathered enough courage to sit there, like this. 

“Tum bohat bahadur ho, meri jaan” 

He praised and you leaked out more, you needed more, you needed something to soothe the ache so you started whining, looking at his face for guidance. 

“ Shh Shh”

He shushed you once again with the temperament of a man dealing with a stubborn animal rather than your needs, his heavy hands holding your hips ,snaking down to cup your ass and pulling back and forth on himself . The friction was so delirious that your eyes almost rolled back, for a few more seconds he kept up the rhythm teaching you how to please yourself before abandoning his hold on you all together.

You whined again but this time he paid no mind watching you with an unimpressed expression, he wasn't going to help you anymore. But moving your own meant admitting how much you needed this.

You grinded hard burning yourself 

“ Aaram se”  his voice deep and growly only adding onto your seeping wetness. 

You complied, resorting to slow rolls that send spark throughout your body, you were mortified at what you were doing and how you were enjoying it. The wide slab of muscles tense beneath you as your fluid stained the white muslin clothes.

“ Tumhara yeh badan , yeh wajood mere libaas pe apni gawai chor raha hai y/n” " Your body, you desires is leaving its proof on my clothes"

You nodded, clutching your hands at the end where his legs met his hips, holding onto it as you started rocking your hips to get yourself off,rubbing the clit on him like a desperate dog in heat. 

“ Jaise tumhein accha lage, waise hi apni kamar ko hilao. Jaldi ki koi zaroorat nahi, meri jaan”

He talked yet again making your head spin, you tried going faster then slower nothing helped really, it would feel good but the pressure only kept building with no sign of release. You looked at him through the curtain of hair that had fell upon your face, sweat beading down your forehead - he was resting up against the headboard, leisurely watching you lose your mind, and for a moment he looked like a king who had finally claimed his throne. “ haan ahh Hamza” 

He shifted slightly in between to provide you some help, your cunt would only pulse more with no end, you whimpered in frustration, aggressively humping the flesh, your face scrunching up but yet he didn't move. 

“Mujhse nahi hoga, meri madatat karo Hamza” You gasped in a cry

The rough callousness of his hand felt like heaven right now, finally holding you. Gripping your plump ass he controlled the rhythm, encouraging to bounce on him. Wet smacks of your pussy slapping at his clothed skin went off in the room, unbelievably lewd moans falling out your lips before it went quiet as the pleasure became too much and your body knew it was about to break.

Each bounce hit your clit perfectly, you had burrowed into your neck unable to handle the shame of what you were doing. 

“ Yeh haya ka parda ab kisi kaam ka nahi y/n, mai tumhe apne asli maalik ke liye bikharte hue dekhna chata hoon” 

 He grabbed you by your hair, not yanking but pulling your head back, forcing you to meet his eyes. 

Your orgasm crashed through you the second you looked at his face, your pussy clenching, unclenching around nothing 

Falling back into the mattress was all your body could think of, but Hamza had other plans he saw it as an opportunity. Holding your trembling, defeated legs open and driving face first into your still recovering cunt.

“ HAMZA” you exclaimed your hips bucking up once before you forced them to scramble back, “ Tumhe khud ko saabit kar diya meri jaan ab meri baari” His tongue ran a broad stroke up your lips. He moaned at your chest, his chest rumbling with satisfaction 

“ Mujhe tumhare iss wajood ka ras chakhna hai, is zaiqe ko apne rooh mei utarna hai”

he was determined on drawing on another orgasm from you, gently parting your petal to thrust his tongue. You grabbed his hair pulling him flush into yourself, felt his beard scape at your thighs and taint but that only added to the pleasure. 

He explored the spongy part that his tongue could reach, resting your upper wall, torturing it with the back and forth motion. Your head fell back in bliss but your lower body tensed as another tremor ran down your back, your chest glistening with sweat, shining under the lamp light.

The bed creaked lightly and you noticed how Hamza couldn't hold himself back anymore, thrusting into the mattress at the taste of you. The sight washed every reasoning of your head.

“ Ahh Hamza bas aur nahi, mujhe bas tum chaiye”

You pulled his head back, his face plastered with a wide smirk but not for once it made you feel any lesser, any smaller.

He crawled up your body, the obvious size difference didn't frighten you anymore it only enticed you further. With another reassuring kiss to your lips, he pulled back pressing his finger at lips. His thumb pulled down at the softness and you couldn't do anything, as if you couldn't function without his commands,his domination.

“ Chuso” He demanded, his thumb already finding its way into your mouth, pressing down at the tongue feeling the soft bumps of it.  You closed your mouth around his finger, coating in it your saliva, he pulled back with a praise now offering two fingers to your mouth. His middle and ring finger , you nodded wrapping your tongue around it, bobbing your head up as he told you to keep them wet.

You laid twisting in anticipation as Hamza tested the limits, measuring up how much you could take and to his satisfaction you greedily sucked both fingers in one go, your eyes flickering closed.

He could have you now, he was certain.

He pulled down the slick fabric, you forced your lidded eyes to stay open and you saw it. It was hard, sticking at his stomach, throbbing as if alive and the girth made you get out of your haze real quick, letting out a choked gasp.

“ Kuch nahi hoga” He coaxed softly, tapping the sensitive bundle of nerves with his broad tip as if that would help anyhow right now.

“ Hamza-” “ Kuch nahi hoga, mai bol raha hoo na” 

He positioned himself between your legs with an absoluteness that made you marvel if you ever had a doubt. 

He was sure he wasn't going to hurt you, it's just the misconceptions that were flooding your head, that he would tear you just because he is big.

He watched your fleshed out pink insides stretch around his dark cut tip, the tightness made him want to bury himself to the tilt in one go but he restrained greatly, his jaw flexing.

“ Hamza..” You don't know what you meant yourself, Hamza was going to make this the best as he could for you, intertwing your finger with his, his other hand resting softly at your hip to let himself in. He pressed a reverent kiss to your forehead pushing forward an inch. 

You yelped, your hands flying to his bicep, “ Kuch nahi hoga” He repeated gently pushing more of himself inside. His handsome face crumbled under the expression of pure pleasure “ Ya allah kitni narm ho tum, kitna kas kar pakad rahi ho” 

You burned under the praise, your legs falling open more to accommodate his hips and his cock inside your wetness, you clamped down hard on him.

His hips jerked as he rasped out “ Mujhe itni sakhti se na jakro meri jaan, main hil bhi nahi paa raha.” he massaged your hips waiting till you stretched more, feeding you a few inches at a time.

He finally sheathed himself inside peppering kisses everywhere on your face, the pressure of his thickness flooded your gut, you felt him till your throat, nothing leaving your lips other than helpless sighs “ Uff” it didn't hurt like the gruesome descriptions you had heard before, it was a pleasant kind of pain that layered so strongly with pleasure it became a part of it.

He shifted your legs to his waist, “ Theek hai?” You nodded, wrapping them around your lower back. 

Hamza moved gently not pulling out more than two inches before thrusting back into you steadily, more like grinding his hips into yours avoiding his natural instincts for now, all his focus fixed on pleasing you 

You pulled him closer, meeting his careful thrust with your clumpy desperate ones. The knot tightened once more in your stomach, and he fulfilled everything without having you ever ask for it, hitting your g spot with the tip each time.

He only sped up to help you reach your climax, his greed descended once he felt you pulse around him, your arousal splashing at his thighs and length. He needed to finish too, so he started pounding into your still fluttering cunt making you wail like a kitten “ Bas hogaya” He shushed, his voice growing horses as he burrowed himself in the tight heat of your gummy walls that wrapped around him like a vice 

“ Bas bas, thoda sa aur” He cooed roughly watching the wails turn into cries of overstimulation. " Thoda sa aur, meri jaan, mere liye, kar sakti hoon na?"

Was your body even your anymore? you nodded breaking into his arms as he ripped another peak out of you. Hamza jabbed his dick, his movements turning harsh enough to knock the air out of your lungs for a second there before he pulled out.

His groan was of a lion, most definitely a beast because that sound sounded nowhere near human as he spurts out loads of his release onto your stomach.

The brief roughness was just a promo

You had known Zaviyar 8 months, 8 months of stolen glances, 8 length months of finding your only solace in his arms, and the time you had spent being devoured by him. You knew the risk from the start and maybe you should not have been so disappointed that you have not seen him in a week, shouldn't have felt your heart breaking into pieces when that one week stretched into a month- Zaviyar was gone.

He took everything with him, the little life he had given you, the little hope he had given to your soul that you could have something for yourself without it being a weapon against you, or without it weighing your value and what stinged the most is that you had fallen for him.

You did not know what this sudden departure even meant? Maybe he was hurt but something in your gut told you, it was simple as it could - he just left you. You tried reasoning again, what about his work? How could he have left that behind so easily, well he joined for you in the first place and once the interest had died he found no point in it.

The marks of the last night you spent with him had faded long ago but the feel of him sticked your very bones cruelly, and on days you could still feel his phantom touch inching up your thighs, holding you close to him. 

Being fooled in the most obvious way humiliating but what was more humiliating is how your eyes still waited for him, you couldn't banish that flicker of your heart that told you he would be right back at the door. 

You watched out the window, to be met with nothing but the dark skies above you and your own face staring back at you from the half visible reflection.

Sanu nehar waley pul tey bulaey key Sanu nehar waley pul tey bulaey key Te khorey mahi kithey reh gaya Sanu nehar waley pul tey bulaey key Sadi ankhaan wicho needra udha key Sadi ankhaan wicho needra udha key Te khorey mahi kithey reh gaya Sanu nehar waley pul tey bulaey key

a/n- mostly for babe @itsnotmaia hehe, i am sorry if this a little incoherent, trust me the dialgoues dont make sense to me at times as well

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[keshkanti]

omg, hi!! an uzair fic rec i have is can u pls write a cute fluff of uzair climbing up readers balcony at night js to see her??

kinda like that one scene from ram leela

❤️❤️❤️

YESS !! That's so cute man 😔🫶🏻🫶🏻.

[keshkanti]

HIII OMG UR EHAS PRT 1 WAS SO GOOD CANT WAIT FOR PRT 2

My request is a cute little oneshot (or multiparty depending on how long u wanna make it) on when shy reader is dating uzair baloch and reader is hamzas little sister so they would have to sneak around a bit and reader would have uzairs name saved as like a female name so hamza never gets suspiscious(Non Spy AU) but like yalina would know abt uzair and reader but hamza doesn't and when he finds out first he is like wth uzair that's my sister (in like a shocked but slight angry way) and then he realizes yalina knows and he is like wth u didn't tell me (but not in like an angsty way if that makes sense) but then hamza just agreed to them dating

Omgg sooo cutee 😭😭 Noted 😈!

[keshkanti]

Summary : Childhood friendship with Uzair blossoming into love.

a/n : Omg bhai thnku smmm for the love on the previous one 😭🫶🏻🫶🏻 ye lo ek aur 😈

Ehsas (part 2)

Three years had passed since then in familiar rhythm of Lyari.

​While you had cleared your exams and enrolled in a university, Uzair had taken a completely different path. College was never in the cards for him, instead, he had stepped right into his brothers business, tucked deep in the back alleys of the city, making replica firearms. The quiet boy who used to sit on the boundary wall had turned into a broad, solid man with oil stained fingers and the permanent scent of tobacco and grease clinging to his jackets.

​Your worlds were starting to look completely different on paper, but in reality, your mornings were still tied to his.

​"Uzair roz subah factor ke liye nikalta toh hai, wo drop kar diya karega. Humari bachi kyun akele bus ke dhakke khaye?" Ulfat had declared to your mother one morning, handing over a plate of hot parathas

​"Lekin bhabhi, uski apni masroofiyat hoti hai..." your mother had hesitated, wiping her hands on her dupatta.

​"Arey, kya masroofiyat?" Rehman’s voice cut through from the courtyard behind her. "Uzair gaadi nikalega, usse chhodkar factory chala jayega. Baat khatam."

​And so, every morning became a routine. You sitting in the passenger seat of his heavy jeep, chatting endlessly about your professors and assignments, while he quietly listened, navigating the lanes of Lyari, his hands steady on the steering wheel.

​Until today.

​Uzair was never late. He had never made you wait a single extra minute outside those university gates.

​He was already on his way, turning onto the main road just ten minutes before your classes were scheduled to end. The jeep was rumbling smoothly, his arm resting casually on the open window frame, when the engine suddenly gave a harsh, metallic sound. The steering wheel jerked under his hands, and with a loud clunk, the car died right in the middle of the road.

​"Abhi hona tha isse bhi ?" He muttered under his breath, slamming his palm against the steering wheel.

​He opened the heavy hood and stepped out into the afternoon heat. For fifteen long, frustrating minutes, he stood by the open engine, his hands diving into the machinery, fixing the plugs and adjusting the fuel line. His hands turned black with grease, sweat dripping down his temple, until the engine finally roared back to life with a rumble.

​He slammed the hood shut, wiped his forehead with the back of his arm, and slammed his foot on the gas, speeding down the road toward your campus, racing with an urgency.

​Meanwhile, you were standing near the university's main gate, holding your heavy binder and checking your phone.

​"Abhi tak yhi ho?" a smooth, familiar voice asked from behind you.

​You turned around to see Sameer. A guy from your department who had been lingering around your desk a little too often lately, walking up with an easy smile.

​"Nahi," you said, adjusting the strap of your heavy bag. "Wo mera padosi lene aata hi hoga. Pata nahi kahan reh gya."

What else could you call him other than a neighbour ?

​"Arey chhodna, dhoop kitni tez hai. Chalo, saamne se chai peeke aate hai, tab tak wo bhi aa jayega. Aur nahi aaya toh main drop kar doonga."

​"Nahi, Sameer, wo aata hi hoga-"

​"Ek chai hi toh hai," Sameer interrupted. He reached out, his hand resting near your shoulder to guide you through the crowd.

​You went with him in your usual oblivious way, failing to recognise the flirtatious edge in his posture.

​Just then, the familiar, low rumble of Uzair’s jeep echoed down the street. The heavy vehicle pulled up at the curb right in front of the gate, tires screeching softly.

​Uzair stepped out of the driver's side, shutting the heavy door behind him.

​Standing amidst the polished university students in his dark, grease-stained kurta and dusty boots, Uzair looked entirely out of place. But his eyes locked onto Sameer’s hand hovering near your shoulder, and a sudden wave of realization hit him right in the chest.

​You weren't a child anymore. You were growing up, stepping into a world he had no part in, and other men were starting to notice you. The way Sameer was looking at you was for sure not how normal friends do.

​A sharp, burning possessiveness surged through Uzair's veins. The voice in his head screamed that he was supposed to be the one who was supposed to walk beside you, hold your heavy bags, and keep you safe, just as he had done all these years.

​Uzair didn't hesitate. He cut through the crowd with heavy urgency.

​"Ghar chalein?" His low voice sliced straight through the chatter.

​You turned around in surprise. "Uzair! Tum... tum kahan the itni der ?"

​Sameer frowned at the sudden interruption, giving Uzair a glance before turning to you. "Ye kaun hai?"

​Uzair gave a threating glance to Sameer, stepping directly into the space between you two, his tall, broad frame completely blocking Sameer’s view of you, forcing him to take a step back

​Uzair reached out with his hand and firmly took your heavy binder and bag straight out of Sameer's grip.

"Uzair.. ye tum-" before you could finish pointing out his rude behaviour, Uzair immediately wrapped his warm, rough fingers around your wrist, firm, possessive, leaving no room for argument, and pulled you toward the passenger side of the jeep, opening the door for you.

​The drive back through the narrow alleys of Lyari was suffocating.

​Uzair kept both hands locked on the steering wheel, staring straight at the road, his jaw clenched tight.

​"Uzair, masla kya hai tumhara?" you finally snapped, turning to face him as he pulled the jeep into the narrow lane right between your two houses. "Tumne Sameer se us tarah baat kyun ki? Dost hai wo mera!"

​Uzair cut the engine, pushed the door open, and stepped out into the dusty heat.

​"Uzair, main tumse baat kar rahi hoon!" you shouted, stepping out right after him, slamming the car door shut.

​Uzair stopped dead in his tracks under the flickering streetlamp. He turned around to face you, his dark eyes burning with a raw intensity that made your breath hitch.

​"Wo tumhara sirf dost nahi ban raha tha!" Uzair spat out, his voice rough and laced with frustration.

​"Wo mera classmate hai!" you argued, taking a step closer, your heart starting to thump wildly against your ribs. "Tumhe kyun itna farq padta hai? Bolo na! Padosi hone ke naate? Ya kuch aur hai?"

You secretly hoped the latter would be true.

​Uzair stepped closer, leaning down slightly so his face was inches from yours. In the dim yellow light, his dark eyes looked heavy, exhausted, and completely exposed.

​"Tumhe waqai samajh nahi aata?" Uzair whispered, his voice trembling just a fraction as he gestured back toward the road. "Tumhe uski neeyat samajh nhi aati?"

​Uzair swallowed hard, his throat working as he stared down at you. For one terrifying second, the truth sat right on the tip of his tongue. He was in love with you, and seeing another man in your space was driving him insane.

​Then, the familiar wall slammed right back up.

​His insecurity about his violent life, his fear of ruining your bond, and his quiet hesitation pulled him right back into his shell.

​When he looked back at you, his expression had gone completely flat, cold, and fake.

​"Mujhe koi farq nahi padta wo kaun tha," Uzair said, his voice dropping into an emotionless tone. "Main tumhara padosi hoon... tumhara khayal rakhna mera kaam hai. Rehman bhai ne kaha tha tumhare sath rehne ko. Bas wahi kar raha hoon."

​You blinked, frozen in place, a sudden ache blooming behind your ribs. "Kya?"

​"Ghar jao," he muttered softly, refusing to .make eye contact.

​Uzair turned on his heel, walked up the steps of the Baloch Haveli, and went inside, shutting the door behind him.

​You were left standing alone in the dark alleyway, your chest aching, your mind a chaotic storm of confusion and anger. You scoffed at yourself realising how stupid you'd been to hope his possessiveness was a hint of his love....

Agle chapter mein fluff pakka 😇🫶🏻

Found this on Pinterest 😭😭

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[keshkanti]

Summary : Childhood friendship with Uzair blossoming into love.

a/n : This is my first time writing anything pls spare me 😭🥀 Constructive critisism is appreciated 🥺🫶🏻

Ehsas (part 1)

Ten years ago, Lyari hadn't felt like home. You remembered the day your family shifted into old haveli. You were barely 10 years old, small for your age, sitting on top of a half-unpacked wooden trunk in the courtyard, clutching the hem of your mother's kurti. Everything had felt too loud, too dusty, too unfamiliar.

Your next door neighbours were thankfully very kind and hospitable. That is when you first met him. Tall, lanky and about two or three years older than you, hiding behind his older brother and bhabhi, as your family greeted theirs.

"Aayiye andar chai ke liye, ab to hum padosi hai. Bacho ko khelne dete hai" Ulfat said to your mother , pushing uzair towards you clearly against his will.

He was quite shy and took a few weeks to open up to you, but once he did, both of you were almost inseparable. Over the years, the baloch haveli had become your second home.

But since when did your heart start fluttering at the mere mention of his name ?

Maybe it was the Eid of the year you had turned 16, dressed in a shining yellow sharara, your long hair tied in a loose braid, paired with dainty jhumkis, with a touch of mascara and lipstick borrowed stolen from your mother's closet.

Yeah, you were sure you looked pretty as hell.

You accompanied your parents to the baloch haveli to celebrate Eid with them, as you did every year.

"Are, kitni pyaari lag rhi hai hmari bachi" said Rehman patting your head, to which you gave a shy smile. The absence of Uzair's presence didn't go unnoticed by you. Ulfat too noticed you searching the haveli up and down with your eyes.

"Uzair apne kamre mein hai," she said softly, nudging your shoulder as she passed by with a tray of kheer. "Jao, usse bula lao. Kab se baitha hua hai wahan."

You adjusted the bright yellow dupatta over your shoulders and headed down the quiet, familiar corridor of the haveli—a path you’d walked thousands of times since you were a kid. You didn't bother knocking properly. You just pushed the wooden door open with your shoulder and walked right in, as at home in his room as you were in your own.

"Uzair, neeche sab neeche intezar kr rhe hai" . There he was, standing in front of his full-length mirror, struggling furiously with the collar of his dark green kurta. At eighteen, he’d grown tall and broad-shouldered, watching him fumble with his clothes was a scene you’d witnessed a hundred times before. He turned around, letting out a frustrated breath.

"Yaar, ye button nahi lag raha. Dekhna zara."

"Tumse ek kurta ka button nahi lagta," you teased, stepping right into his personal space without a second thought. You reached up, your fingers brushing against his neck as you took hold of the stubborn silver button. "Kitne saal ke ho gaye ho?"

"Acha, zyaada baatein mat banao," he grumbled, though he stood completely still for you, tilting his chin up slightly so you could reach. Being this close wasn't unusual for the two of you, but as your fingers worked at his collar, your knuckles lightly grazed his adams apple. His breath hitched, a tiny, sudden sound. His gaze dropped from the ceiling down to your face. Up close, you could see the faint gold flecks in his dark eyes, the sharp line of his jaw, and the subtle scent of sandalwood cologne he had clearly put on for Eid. Your fingers froze on the button. For the first time in so many years, standing close to Uzair didn't feel like standing next to your childhood best friend. It felt... heavy.

Uzair cleared his throat, his eyes scanning your face, lingering on the jhumkis framing your cheeks before dropping to your yellow sharara. The comfortable silence between you suddenly felt charged with something neither of you knew how to name. Sensing the changing atmosphere, you moved away quickly. "Lo ho gya tumhara button.."

In a desperate attempt to lighten the mood , you stepped back a little, twirled in your sharara and asked him "Kaisi lag rhi hu btao ?" Expecting his reply to be the usual "Bohot buri".

"Pyari lg rahi ho." You froze at his reply He wasn't supposed to say that ?! . A small, genuine smile slipped out before you could hide it. "Sachi? Jhoot bol rhe ho ?" Uzair gave a quiet, rare grin—soft around the edges, his dark eyes fixed on yours. "Nahi. Sachi." Your heart did a strange, sudden flutter against your ribs—a quiet shift in the universe that made your palms feel slightly warm.

Before you could figure what that meant, Rehman’s voice echoed from below. "Uzair! Beta, isse baahar le jao, bazaar se thodi chaat aur mithai le aao".

"Jao, jao," Ulfat added from the hallway, "Thodi hawa kha kar aao dono." The Lyari streets were alive with Eid celebrations. Fairy lights strung across the alleyways, music blaring from tea stalls, and the rich smells of frying samosas and mithai in the evening air. You walked side by side, so familiar with each other's pace that your shoulders bumped casually every few steps. You were busy talking, laughing about an old neighbor, when you stopped near a sweet shop. A group of older local boys leaning against a row of parked bikes grew quiet as you walked past. Their eyes locked onto you, tracking you down the lane with uncomfortable persistence.

You instinctively moved a little closer to Uzair, pulling your dupatta tighter over your shoulder, hoping to just ignore them. Uzair noticed immediately. He didn't lose his temper like a stranger would, he reacted with the instinct of someone who had been keeping you safe since you were childern. Without breaking stride, Uzair shifted his weight, placing his broad frame squarely between you and the group, blocking their view entirely. His arm brushed yours, firm and grounding.

"Kya masla hai?" Uzair asked, clearly pissed off. His voice wasn't loud, but it had a low edge that you’d never heard him use around you. One of the guys smirked, taking an arrogant step forward. "Arey Uzair bhai, gussa kyun ho rahe ho? Hum toh bas—" Before he could finish, Uzair stepped in and grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt, shoving him hard back into the parked bikes. The metal clattered against the pavement, turning heads across the street. "Saamne dekh aur chup chap nikal yahan se, agli baar bolne ka mauka nhi dunga" Uzair said, his hand clamped on the guy's collar, jaw clenched tight. The group scrambled, dragging their friend back and melting into the crowd without another word, who in their right mind would pick a fight with the brother of Rehman baloch ? He stood there for a second, breathing slightly, adjusting the cuffs of his green kurta.

When he turned back to you, the sharp, protective anger in his eyes softened instantly into concern. "Theek hai?" he asked gently, bumping his shoulder softly against yours to break the tension. You nodded, looking at his tall frame standing like an unyielding wall against the bustling street, his dark eyes checking your face to make sure you were okay. The childhood friend who used to scare away street dogs was still there, but suddenly, the way your chest ached when he looked at you was new.

Me telling myself I did good for a first attempt 😔🥀 Also idk how to operate tumblr pls don't mind the awkwardness 😭

Sahi sahi btana kesi hai 😇🙏🏻.

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I think I wanna start writing uzair fics pls send suggestions 😔🙏🏻

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Uzi & Mau 🐈 (Uzair Baloch x Reader) (Part 1)

summary: his wife thinks they are the same person in different font. uzair strongly disagrees, until he doesn’t.

word count: 3.9k words

author’s note: hellooooo my lovelies ♥️💋!!!! as much as I love writing bhondu!Uzair who worships the ground his girlie walks on 🙆🏻‍♀️✨, I think this sucks ass 😭😭 (I swear this is not me fishing for compliments 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️) I will try to wrap this up in two more parts, but who am I without my ever increasing list of ongoing series 🧑🏻‍🩰🙂‍↔️🤫.

Uzair was practically vibrating with unbridled excitement, usually reserved for a child on the morning of Eid. Every fiber of his being was itching to get home.

Previously, the sprawling Haveli had functioned as little more than a glorified pit stop to crash for a few hours of sleep.

Except previously, he didn't have her waiting at home for him.

The thought of his wife summoned a huge grin. He could already hear her delighted squeal of joy at seeing him, envisioning how she would throw herself into his arms, how he would wrap his hands around her waist, spin her until she was dizzy, and pepper her face with kisses.

Uzair had asked Hamza and Rehman Bhai to not tell anyone that they were returning from Balochistan early, so he could surprise Y/N. Hamza had taken one look at his best friend's besotted expression, rolled his eyes at the classic simp behavior, and was mid-groan before he realised he could also surprise Yalina, considering that just last night he had been scolded to Lyari and back, and deservedly so.

Uzair had overheard her fuming voice coming out of the phone speaker, highly irritated as she said, "Tum Uzair ko hi kyu nahi date kar lete? Mujhse zyada toh uske sath rehte ho!" making Hamza hurriedly apologise while assuring his girlfriend that he would be back in a day or two.

Uzair couldn't even bring himself to blame him, because even Y/N always rolled her eyes and said, "Mujhe nahi pata tha ki shuhar ke sath ek sautan combo offer mien milne wali hai."

Rehman had simply tusked at the boys' antics, though everyone and their mother knew he was equally scared of Ulfat, if not more. Rehman had admitted to the boys that he had already informed Ulfat they would come back a day earlier, but promised he would ask her not to tell the girls.

The moment they arrived, Uzair quickened his steps as he climbed up the wide stairs, abandonding all pretenses of composure. The air in the corridor seemed to carry a faint whiff of her lavender-scented perfume, or maybe he was genuinely just that whipped.

Uzair rounded the corner to his room, but the heavy wooden door was locked from the inside. This was not weird, given that Y/N had an ingrained habit of keeping the door locked since she was a kid, something something about single children and their urge to not socialise, paired with a fiercely territorial stance over their space. As much as he hated this quirk of hers, he had long since come to adjust.

What was weird, however, was that she seemed to be cooing at someone on the other side.

"Y/N?" he called out, his brow furrowing as he tried the heavy brass door handle again.

Right then, total silence descended upon the room, immediately followed by some shifting, hurried scuffling footsteps, and the metallic sound of the latch being undone, and wait, was that a cat going meow?

Uzair's ears perked up and his eyes narrowed into slits just as his pretty wife opened the door. Y/N's eyes widened with pure panic for a split second before she hurriedly schooled her expressions into a smile and threw her arms around his neck. His arms circled her waist on their own accord, drawing her closer.

Uzair peaked into the room over her shoulder, but the space was completely empty. There was no one inside.

"Tum toh kall anne wale the na?" she said against the crook of his neck, before she pulled back and pecked him on the lips.

That quick greeting spiralled into a proper kiss as he pulled her even closer, his hands roaming up and down her back while hers tangled tightly in the hair on the nape of his neck. Uzair moaned low in his throat, deepening the kiss as their tongues clashed together in a needy rhythm. He had missed her so desperately that he did not care if someone stumbled upon them making out like two horny teenagers in the hallway, not that the inhabitants of the Haveli would be remotely surprised at their shameless antics anyway.

"Meow!"

Uzair and Y/N both froze. Uzair broke the kiss and pulled away, scanning the space in disbelief.

"Yeh awaz kaha se aai?!" Uzair asked, looking around.

Y/N looked around the empty corridor and said as nonchalantly as possible, "Konsi awaz?"

"Billi ki awaz!" Uzair pointed toward the doorway.

"Kan baj rahe hai tumhare. Tum bohot thakk gye hoge na? Chalo, tumhe sharbat pilati hu!" Y/N insisted, grabbing his arm and trying to drag him downstairs.

But right on cue, there was another distinct meow echoing from inside, making her visibly wince. Ignoring her, Uzair hurried into his room and looked around.

"Dekha! Phir awaz aai!"

"Oh voh? Voh toh main thi. Meowww." she offered, adding the least convincing feline impression in human history.

"Lekin—" Uzair started, totally baffled.

"Chodho na! Chalo neeche chalte hai." She closed the distance between them, coming closer to cup his cheeks lovingly with both hands. "Kitna thak gye hoge na tum? Bhabhi ne tumhare aur Rehman Bhai ki pasand ki cheeze banai hai! Chalo chalo!"

She placed her arm through his and tried to drag him away, but Uzair didn't budge an inch, standing firm like a brick wall. Y/N turned around and gave him an exasperated look as she huffed. When Uzair continued staring down at her with one raised brow, she finally asked, "Kya?"

Something was definitely up.

Y/N was simply not the type of person to be all over someone out of nowhere. He knew his wife loved him more than anything in the world, but he also knew that his wife hated people crowding up her personal space, so in turn she kept strictly to herself.

The only exception to the rule being Uzair.

Even her mother always said that she would get annoyed she so much as patted her head, and her father always mentioned how Y/N would glare daggers at anyone who tried to hug her.

Yet with Uzair, it was a completely separate story. He always clung to her like a grade-A clingy koala, and just like he put up with her treating their bedroom like a fortified barrack, she put up with him following her around everywhere like her personal shadow.

"Kya kiya tumne?"

"Ya allah! Kya zamana agya hai! Ek toh main apne thake-haare shauhar ki khidmat kar rahi hu aur upar se tum bol rahe ho kya kiya maine?!" Y/N cried out dramatically, placing her hands on her hips with feigned indignation.

"Meow!"

Both of them whipped towards the cabinet near the full length mirror in perfect sync. Y/N facepalmed in defeat, while Uzair moved towards the cabinet and yanked it open.

Among his shoes sat a small tabby Egyptian Mau kitten, its sleek silver-gray coat striking against dark, ink-black stripes, a pale cream chest, and a cute pink nose. The little creature sat gracefully, staring right up at him with wide, inquisitive golden-brown eyes and twitching its velvety pointed ears.

Y/N clapped a hand over her mouth, "Oh wow, a cat!"

The cat trotted out and ran straight towards his wife, making Uzair stumble back in shock, "Yeh kya hai?!"

The tiny cat nuzzled her leg affectionately as she casually picked it up like it was an everyday occurrence, cradling it in her arms.

"Hena? Kya hai ye Uzair? Kitni bar bola hai apne joote dhang se rakha karo. Lekin tum suno tab na."

"Meow!"

The cat meowed at Uzair, as if reprimanding him alongside her.

Uzair pointed an accusing finger at the tiny furball cradled in his wife's arms, "Mere joote nahi! Ye kya hai?"

Y/N rolled her eyes with the affectionate condescension reserved for small children and dramatic spouses.

"Tumhe chasma lagne wala hai. Dikhai nahi de raha..." she drawled before extending her arms, holding out the kitten towards him in full display, like Rafiki presenting baby Simba to the awestruck animal kingdom on the Pride Rock. "...it's a cat."

Right on cue, the little tabby let out a high-pitched "Meow!" as if confirming its own species just in case Uzair needed a second opinion.

"What is it doing in our room?"

Y/N scrunched up her nose in that irresistible way that Uzair normally would have found immensely cute, if he wasn't petrified of the tiny menace.

When Uzair had been four years old, he had been flying a kite on the terrace until a sudden gust of wind snapped the poorly tied knot. The kite had drifted down into the central veranda of his parent's house, and when the young boy trotted downstairs to retrieve the kite, he found a large orange street cat aggressively trying to drag it away. Little Uzair had attempted to chase the creature off, only for the angry feline to lung forward and viciously bite his small hand.

He could vividly remember how he had cried his lungs out until his terrified mother heard the frantic wails and rushed into the courtyard to rescue her baby. Uzair could also still recall the agony of receiving painful post-exposure injections.

Now, Uzair was no longer four years old. He was a hulking, thirty-four year old man. Yet, he stayed as far away from cats as humanly possible.

The man who could brazenly face down rival armed gangs and ruled over the gritty streets of Lyari alongside his elder brother was deadly afraid of these soft, four legged felines.

But Y/N loved cats, much to his chagrin.

"Why are you talking like he is some runaway fugitive?" Y/N huffed, bringing the cat close to her face and tenderly nuzzling her nose against its fur while the kitten purred, "He is just a baby."

The kitten let out another dainty "Meow!" as if agreeing that it was, in fact, an innocent angel.

Uzair stood there glaring, vehemently trying to convince himself that he was definitely not jealous of a cat getting his wife's undivided affection.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

"And he is just like you. He has pretty brown eyes. He is tall, lanky—"

"I'm not lanky!"

"—and he loves to yap nonstop."

She turned back to her husband with a triumphant smile, while Uzair looked at her in utter disbelief.

"You did not just compare me to a cat!" he spluttered.

Y/N grinned, totally unrepentant as she cradled the kitten against her shoulder like a prized newborn, "You both are the same person in different font! Main toh soch rahi hu iska naam bhi Uzi hi rakhdu."

Uzair shifted his gaze back and forth between his wife's blooming smile and the intruder, who was currently busy purring away in her arms like he owned the place.

Uzair crossed his arms, "Hum isse yaha nahi rakh sakte. And you're not naming this cat after me."

Y/N didn't even bother looking up at her husband as she bopped the kitten on his tiny pink nose, "Tumse kon puch raha hai."

The kitten backed her up with a confident "Meow!"

"Kyuki yeh mera kamra—" Y/N snapped her eyes to his, glaring daggers at her husband with enough force to freeze a bonfire.

Uzair cleared his throat, swiftly correcting his sentence, "—hamara kamra hai. Par tumhe pata hai na, mujhe billiyon se allergy hai!"

Y/N let out a sigh, looking utterly done as she adjusted the kitten in her arms.

"Allergy wallery kuch nahi hai. Bus tumhe darr lagta hai. Itne saalo pehle ek billi ne tumhe galati se kaat kya liya—"

Uzair gasped dramatically, clutching his hand to his chest as if she had insulted his entire bloodline, "Galati se? Mere 4 injection lagge the!"

Y/N tossed her head back in annoyance, "Toh? Itni purani baat hai. Kab takk rotte rahoge uss cheez ko lekar."

"Jaan...baat ko samjho—" Uzair began to plead but he cast one glance at the pout forming on her mouth and he knew that he had lost the argument before it had even truly begun.

"Dekho na bichare ke pair mien lag gyi hai." Y/N gingerly held up the kitten's left front paw, which was neatly wrapped in a surgical bandage. Uzair's was only just noticing that the small creature was actually injured. "Bahar baramde ki left side jo jali lagi hui hai, usme bichare ka pair fass gaya tha. Shayad kuch kutte iske peeche pad gye the." She stroked the cat's head with tenderness, and the kitten happily closed its golden-brown eyes in contentment, its striped tail wiggling lazily from side to side in her arms.

Oh, Uzair was definitely jealous of a stray cat.

Because it should have been his head resting in her lap right now, her soft fingers gently running through his hair while he told her every single detail of his gruelling trip to Balochistan. Instead, a random, trespassing rat-catcher was usurping his rightful place.

"Yeh toh kissi ko apne pass bhi nahi anne de raha tha. Poor baby kept hissing at everyone because he was scared. Main 2 ghante waha baithi rahi. Kabhi dudh le kar ayi toh kabhi khana. Phir jakar ye todha shant hua and he let me help him. Abb iss halat mien bichare ko nikal du bahar? Gali ke kutte toh isse noch khayege."

Uzair let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at her. Leave it to this woman to see something worth saving even in wild, prickly beings that kept the rest of the world at arm's length, possessing a magnetic quality to make even the fiercest beings soften just for her.

Maybe Y/N was right after all.

Still, the memory of the orange cat that had bitten him all those years ago flared up, making his hand throb with imaginary pain.

He tried once more to convince his wife, who, beneath her sweet exterior, could be stubbornly steadfast whenever she set her mind to something.

"Tum isse apni Ammi ke pass kyu nahi chodh aati. Vo keh rahi thi na, ki hamare nikah ke baad se ghar bohot suna hogye hai." Uzair tried to keep his face neutral, doing his best not to show how much he hoped this tactic would work. He wanted his wife, his bed, and his room strictly to himself, devoid of any unwanted, furry additions stealing her attention.

Y/N waved him off with a dismissive flick of her wrist, "Arey Ammi toh baat baat par emotional ho jati hai. Aur maine pehle Ammi ko hi call kiya tha! Unhone ne bola, 'Maine tujhe paal liya bohot badi baat hai!' She told me right away that she can't deal with anymore responsibilities at this age. Vaise bhi, aaj kall Ammi aur Abbu ghumne phirne mien busy hai."

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off inside Uzair's head, and he snapped his fingers in excitement, "Yalina ko billiyan pasand hai!"

Y/N saw right through her dear husband's attempts to get rid of the cat.

"Acha?", she countered, "Billiyan toh mujhe bhi pasand hai. Toh hum kyu nahi rakh lete isse?"

"Kyuki—"

"—tumhe billiyon se allergy hai?"

Uzair and Y/N stood there staring each other down while the kitten shifted its fluffy head back and forth between them as if witnessing a thrilling match at Wimbledon.

Uzair knew, with absolute certainty, that there was a 100.1% chance Y/N would have her way in the end, like she always did. After all, only an exceptionally strong and unyielding man could ever hope to say no to her and Uzair maintained zero pretenses of being a strong man when it came to the woman standing in front of him. He needed her love and validation just like he needed air to fill his lungs.

Finally, Y/N broke the silence and suggested with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Aesa hai, test karva lete hai?"

Uzair blinked, "Kiss cheez ka?"

"Ki tumhe billiyon se allergy hai ya nahi."

Uzair was stumped.

If there indeed existed a legitimate medical test for feline allergies, he was going to be exposed for the utter bullshit excuses he had been serving.

"Aesa bhi koi test hotta hai?" he stuttered.

Y/N grinned, laying down her ultimate ultimatum, "Haan! Agar tumhe sachme billiyon se allergy hui, then I'll ask Yalina to keep him till his arm heels. Lekin agar tumhe allergy na hui, toh Uzair Baloch tumhara pata nahi, lekin ye isse kamre mien rahega."

Right on cue, the kitten let out a victorious "Meow!"

Y/N turned to the tabby with a huge smile, stroking its ears. "I think I will call you Mau! It suits you better!"

The kitten chimed in with another happy "Meow!"

Uzair was so going to get rid of this smug little rascal, one way or another.

Uzair was, after all, not allergic to cats.

He and Hamza stood in the sterile corridor of the clinic, staring down at the paper displaying the negative result before slowly raising their eyes in unison to glare at the visibly fearful veterinarian lab technician who had timidly handed over the document.

The only silver lining in this dire situation was that Y/N was not here today. She had, of course, accompanied him to the clinic earlier for the screening, where both of them had undergone testing. During that visit, she had practically cornered the terrified doctor, telling him that if anyone dared to tamper with the results on the orders of a certain notorious gangster in Lyari, it wouldn't be Uzair's wrath they needed to worry about, but hers.

Fortunately for Uzair, Y/N was off to work at her high-end boutique in Karachi that specialised in rare antiques. Since it was the weekend, tourist footfalls and wealthy collectors always seemed to peak in, so she made a point to be present at the store to oversee operations.

This meant he still had a chance to find a way out.

Uzair, like always, turned toward his best friend, "Hamze, abb main kya karu?"

"Apna kamra badal le?"

Uzair gave him an unamused glare. Realising his friend was one minor inconvenience away from an existential crisis, Hamza finally took some pity on him, "Ruk, kuch sochta hu!"

Hamza stared intently at the ceiling, his brow furrowed in deep concentration, until his eyes suddenly snapped wide open and he declared, "Ek idea hai!"

Yalina looked at the two towering men standing in front of her, arms crossed tightly over her clinical coat as she scoffed, "What made you both think that I'll agree to this?"

Since Yalina was an MBBS student currently completing her internship at the bustling Lyari General Hospital, the duo had convinced themselves that between her medical software access, connections, and her sheer cleverness, she could easily photoshop the test results to reflect a severe allergy to cats.

Uzair and Hamza had sprinted straight from the vet lab to the hospital, cornering her in the cramped, sterile staff room right in the middle of her brief coffee break.

Hamza took one look at how thoroughly stunned and deeply annoyed Yalina was by the absurd idea and instantly stepped back, "For the record, I'm not a part of this scheme."

Uzair whipped his head toward his best friend, his eyes bulging with incredulity as he snapped, "Oh dramebaaz insaan, 'not a part of this scheme' matlab? Tu hi toh yaha lekar aya hai. Ki, 'Yalina bohot samajhdar hai, vo koi hal nikal legi!'"

Hamza pointed an accusing finger at Uzair, "Main laya? Tu laya!" he yelled back, before turning to his girlfriend, who looked done with both of them by the second, "Ye harami hi bol raha tha ki Yalina toh doctor hai na, she might know how to create false test results!"

Uzair's eyes widened to the size of saucers, "Maine aesa kuch nahi bola! Sale chutiye biwi se darte hai, toh mere par bill phadh raha hai! Ye tera idea tha!"

"Aur tu biwi se darta hai isiliye Y/N ko sidha nahi bol pa raha ki nahi rakhna bille ko ghar pe toh matlab nahi rakhna."

Uzair slumped his shoulders, grumbling beneath his breath with dramatic resignation, "Agar maine usse ye bol diya toh mujhe hi Haveli chodhni padh jayegi."

Yalina was exhausted by the spectacle unfolding before her, "Ek second! Tum dono miya biwi bahar jakar lado! Ye hospital hai, koi zoo nahi. And you both might be unfamiliar with the concept of ethics, par main aese aere-gaire kaam nahi karti. I'm not going to photoshop the results. Main Y/N Appi ko toh bilkul bhi jhoot nahi bolugi! I'm out of this. Apko sharam anni chahiye apni biwi se jhoot bolte hu!"

Hamza took a step closer, fearing Yalina's wrath, "Yalina, I would never do this to yo—" he began earnestly, only for Uzair to yank him backward by his collar with a huff.

"Tu apne number baad mien banana!" Uzair cut in dryly, before turning back to Yalina with desperation in his eyes, "Yalina meri majboori samjho!"

Yalina rolled her eyes so hard it looked painful, "Aapki majboori hi itni wahiyad hai!"

Uzair folded his hands together, "Please, if you agree to do this, I'll do anything. Agar kall ko Jamali tum dono ke nikaah se mana kar de, toh main tumhara walid banke maulvi ke pass chala jaugi."

Yalina looked him up and down with an unimpressed expression, her brow arching high, "I have standards. Aur hamare nikaah ki aap tension matt lo. Agar abbu nahi maane, toh hum bhagke shaadi kar lenge."

Hamza beamed at this but Uzair was far too consumed by his impending doom to care about his best friend's matrimonial prospects.

Thinking at lighting speed, Uzair remembered the ultimate trump card in his possession. He clapped a hand onto Hamza's shoulder, patting his back with exaggerated generosity, "Hamze ke janamdin anne wala hai na? Ja, tujhe 3 din ki chooti! Aish kar. Tum dono aaram se ek saath waqt guzarna. Now please, change these test result."

Yalina paused, her eyes narrowing as she silently contemplated this enticing new bribe. As much as she loathed the idea of deceiving Y/N, who had truly come to be like a cool, protective elder sister to her, she simply could not pass up the golden opportunity to spend some uninterrupted time with her workaholic boyfriend.

Besides, she mused that she could always spill the truth to Y/N later anyway, which she fully intended to do right after Hamza's birthday.

“Ek hafta.”

Uzair blinked, his jaw dropping in shock, "Ye kaam karne mien ek hafta lagega?"

"Kaam ko nahi! Aap Hamza ko ek hafte ki choothi denge."

Uzair gasped, "Ek hafta?"

Yalina deadpanned, "Apko apna kaam karvana hai ya nahi?"

"Done." Uzair blurted out, yielding with the exact same readiness as the day Y/N's father had first proposed their match.

Hamza jumped in, his eyes wide with panic, "Ooooo kya done? Rehman bhai ko—"

Uzair hurriedly cut him off, "Main sambhal lunga. Tu apne janamdin ki tyari kar!" He thrust the paper toward her like a white flag, "Ye lo."

Yalina looked between the two ridiculous men, letting out a long suffering sigh as she grabbed the report.

"15 minute wait karo. Aur agar Appi ko pata chala, then I'm throwing you both under the bus."

*meme timeeeee 🧑🏻‍🩰🤺*

uzair and hamza at the hospital:

meanwhile yalina:

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ℐ𝓋𝒶𝓏 .4

UZAIR X READER

synopsis- Uzair holds Aslam daughter captive to use her as a scapegoat for information while she bewitches him with her softness to avenge her dead father

a/n- yall last part is here </3 its a LONG chapter -10 k words and honestly I have nothing much to say, @mujhekoimarsbhejdo for helping me, lemme know if like it, this is the first time i have ever finished a story so it is a big achievement to me

Trigger warnings- Age gap 32-21, gore, blood, voilence, angst, rehmat fluff, rehmat angst, oral(f recieving), forced orgasm, double penetration, p in v, possesiveness, cursing, unprotected( dont do that!), manipulative! reader

The world looked different from there, half his vision occupied with the wooden line in front of his eyes. It was narrow, he really had to focus his eyes to look all the way out without the world getting blurried, his neck cramped from trying to fit his limbs awkwardly into a place where he didn't. 

But he had no choice, it all happened so fast, the screams, the bangs at the door, he couldn't even think of a reasonable place to hide, scurrying down his parents bed. Each gun shot that screeched through the air made his heart beat faster, he was scared so fucking scared. His body trembled, small hands pressed to his mouth to keep in any sound. His father was his saviour, it must have been something bad if he was scared as well and in a hurried,broken breath told him to stay put and to not make a single sound. 

To him cruelty was what he saw outside of house when no one wanted him to be in their teams, so he had to make his way back down the streets, round the bougainvillaea tree into his mother’s arm, he was a child yet to understand what life really meant for families like his.

The sound was softer, it was of the body meeting the cold floor but it scared him more it was right beside him. In panic he had closed his eyes shut, shivering hard enough his teeth grinded against each other but when there was not a sound followed he finally opened his eyes.

His mother was dead-there was no other way to put it ,and he had missed the last time he could ever meet her alive eyes all because he was too damn scared. He scoured desperately to find any sign that wasn't of absolute death, he pined to see her chest move with battered but still alive breaths, her finger tremble but all he saw was her face vacant and pale, he went against all the warning in his head and crawled out of the cramped space.

Muffling his cries he shook her body as hard as he could, the sky blue kurta the one his mother said a thousand times was her favourite, the one on which she couldn't tolerate a speck of dust was now dousing in her blood, sticking to her skin disgustingly tight. “ Ammi ammi kuch toh bolo ammi” 

The door swinged open

Before he could get up and hide in his father’s chest another loud bang followed, blood sprayed at his face, another sickening thud and his father had met the same fate as his mother, “ Uzair…beta’” The weak sound refused to leave his throat, so he just nodded his head back at the bed.

He crawled back inside like a coward, dragging himself under the bed and watched his father take his last breath from a distance. 

Hours passed in that same place, he couldn't feel hunger or the pain of being in a place where he clearly didn't fit. All he could feel was each second that passed by, agonisingly slow, watched the red turn into brown and the room fade dull from the sun dropping. What was the point of getting out? Even if the men had left, what was he going to do? Watch his parents' dead bodies closely and let the realisation of how all that happened kick in? so he stayed in the same place, holding his knees to his chest, face resting on his knees still as innocent as a child.

He was helpless then, but he wasn't now and he knew the cost of every drop of blood and he couldn't bear it, not on your face, not from your pain. 

Uzair believed he wasn't helpless, but he had been up for hours now and still in the same stiff position, because if he moved even a little you would start fussing .

The leather seat was luxurious, it was a power that never needed to be said out loud- sitting in the factory that was flooded with the pungent smell of gunpowder, the study was the only place where the loud smell of cigarette was replaced by the grounded musk smell of a cigar and of the dirty deeds that laid in the drawers. When you would enter the room the first thing to catch your attention was the chair, the same where he had put you down in, like it wasn't the ultimate declaration of authority in this building.

Uzair had found it hard to leave you alone in the home anymore, any gaze that lingered on you for a second too long wasn't safe in his eyes, he had already lost too much to lose you as well. He insisted on taking you along to all his visits to his factories, when put up with the question of why he was coddling you, he would grumble and shrug it off. But holding you in his arms in a closed room did call for the obvious slips of hands, where his hand at your waist and would eventually find its place on his natural hand rest- your thighs.

Idhar ek 

Today was no different, his rough finger drawing stars childishly at your clothed legs, you could feel him miss a line, or overlap the imaginary star and start over again with a disappointed grunt that he ruined his doodle. You found it difficult in those times to find the fury you were supposed to hold for him

The process would feel innocent until his hand felt too much like his and your breath would catch, ultimately leading to him pulling open the knot of your salwar. The only thing you did not expect was to be put in the very chair and have Uzair kneeling in between your thighs.

His hand spanned at your stomach to keep you hooked in place with legs spread open, your body pressed flush into the sturdy cushion, the wood creaking slightly with how violently you jolted forward or back in between. You were stuck in place experiencing a pleasure that was breaking you slow.

He holds you firmly through your  ‘supposed’ struggles, his tongue teasingly stroking down your leaking cunt. Starting from the aching bud that throbbed for pleasure, spending four seconds too long to press it down with the overwhelming warm,spongy texture and then drag his tongue down the folds to the very down start of your taint. 

The sensation made you let out a weak maim - a battered sound that did nothing to help your dying pride but you reminded yourself, this was power, having him on his knees was your power. His hair tangled in between your fingers in a desperate attempt to find anchor in the man you are supposed to destroy. You were supposed to have him off guard but the way he glanced up, with his tongue lapping at your wetness made you question if it was you who had lost track.

Guilt did not find time to settle into your shoulder as the shock took over again, he had noticed you dazed off for a fraction and decided to punish you for it with his sharp teeth nibbling at your clit. You could make a pathetic attempt to scramble back, lifting your hip up only be brought right back in place with his heavy hands

The cold air grazed painfully at your clit as he blew soft puffs at the swollen bud making your hips dance. The teasing did not stop till you let out a pathetic “ Uzair please”, he smirked with utmost trihump finally completely pressing down his tongue at your clit.  

He latched onto the sensitive bundle of nerves, engulfing the small part into his blazing warm mouth, capturing it into flick and swirl his tongue around it while you found no means to escape.His thick fingers lined up your entrance,spreading your petals open carefully in comparison to how he worked with his mouth otherwise. As soon as he felt you were dripping enough, he plunged two fingers. Shamelessly you clamped down on them, your walls pulsating with need.

“Uzair” The moans slipped unchecked from your lips, your thighs going to wrap around his head but he didn't allow, he preferred you spread open for his ruination. He was skilled needless to say, ‘what a whore’ you hissed the insult for him in your head, but on cue to his movements your hips had started bucking, meeting his fingers' pace inside you. 

Apart from his usual kadhoos expression, anything from him was unusual for you and this was the time he had decided to chuckle, right over your fucking cunt! The sound was deep,vibrating against your scorching heat enough to make your legs collapse. 

It was a mocking laugh of course, poking fun at how enthusiastically you were participating after your initial brief struggle, “ Shaanti se baitho, joh karna hoga voh mai dekhunga” His forearm slapped at your stomach, holding you down tightly in place. He stopped the thrust action of his finger and instead kept them in place curling over and over on your sweet spot, and in addition to how feverishly he sucked at your clit- it did not take long for your orgasm to crash through.

You scrambled back to get up from the chair 

Plop

He put you back in place

His tongue prodded at your entrance along with his fingers, the pressure burned, it was weird the meaty texture of his tongue along with his firm finger trying to take place into your inside. His tongue squeezed into your stuffed hole, his face pressing completely into your soaking pussy to make the intrusion possible. You had already came once you did not need this distinctly different sensation to break you right now, the deepness of his finger curling at your g spot with the soft,wet tongue licking up the walls - all of it amplifying giving up to your previous orgasm that you had not even got ever yet.

You cried out loudly, struggling to break free from a feeling so over tantalising you couldn't even describe it. He drooling into your cunt with how hungry he was, the spit and fluid running down his chin, you didn't understand what had made him so ravenous today but to him you had his name so sweetly, each moan stuck to his head fueling the sick urge to get all shattered sounds from you out for once. The bridge of his nose nudge apart the fleshy slick lips and rubbed at your clit, your brain short circuit having you thrashing wildly, pulling at his hair to get him away

“Uzair choro” You rasped out loud and clear before he broke the sound into whimpers with another stroke of his tongue, curve of his finger, rub of his nose. 

You let out an exhausted cry, drenched in sweat your eyes welling up with tears, brows furrowed, “ Uzair please” Your stomach tightened painfully, it wasn't like your regular releases and you felt you were going to pee, “ Please mujhe washroom jaana hai” Your voice was strained but reeking of embarrassment, if what you thought this was, you were going to be mortified for the rest of your life, your legs trembled to get free. 

He looked up with absolute determination and redoubled his effort.

What a cruel man, the deep ache build right up in your core, you did not want to let go but he left you no choice, the conclusion was violent, your pelvis contracted, pulsing strongly around him as you squirted out a spray of your release, your body twitched spurting out again and again flood of liquid ,but the profound relief and bliss also took over the same and momentarily you were in heaven.

You sobbed slapping at his face because he still hasn't stopped slurping at your fluids, sucking you dry till the side of your thighs and your throbbing cunt looked like it wasn't dripping seconds ago, when you become a jumbled mush and limp to the crashes of pleasure that came one after another only then did he shift.

Regardless of how soaked his face and beard was, he didn't seem to care when he kissed your pouty lips “Gussa hogayi?” He cooed gently unlike his usual tone, another tremor ran through your body still going through the aftermath of your devastatingly good orgasm. You hissed with whatever sound was left in your throat after all the screaming and turned your head to other side, he grabbed your jaw and turned you back to face him, letting you taste yourself - it was sour,sweet and overly stifling, and to think he was gladly buried in it, but as a the kiss ascended you understood despite at how strong it was it was incredibly intoxicating and raw.

Breaking the kiss you turned your head away again, the tears still rolling down your cheeks and the involuntary shiver of your thighs still had not stopped. He rubbed circles on the insides of your thighs waiting as they finally turned stable again, but they still felt like jelly and totally out of your control.

 You were supposed to take everything he would have given you, you were supposed to be the dream girl he eventually falls for and by acting this stubborn and stuck up meant you were practically giving your body away for nothing at all, but you couldn’t help it - you weren't raised or born with the mind of a killer and through and through you were still a 21 year old woman who had spent her whole life waiting for the day it all feels normal again and strangely it did in his arms, in the arms of the man who killed your ‘father’ right in front of your eyes.

He saw you go in the same place again, your expression freezing in place for a second. Crying was easier to understand, at least he knew you were hurting, at least he knew he could pull you close and wipe your tears away but this silence wasn't under his control, it wasn't something he knew how to deal with. Feeling like an outsider to human emotions,he took up the only way he was acquitted with - he nuzzled his nose with yours.

It was ticklish and you couldn't help but giggle a little. 

These ephemeral moments of peace put you in a state of turmoil if you had to kill him or not. You were unaware of his past but his current gentleness towards you made you infinitely curious. You were initially happy when he started taking you to the factory everyday since it would be a reprieve from the gloomy environment of the haveli.

He guided you through the factory everyday with his palm resting on the small of your back. You did not know why but it always made your heart flutter unknowingly, it was not really anything intimate but made you feel that way regardless. You once caught yourself looking at him and sporting a tiny imperceptible smile as you watched him test the guns at the factory. It was one of his favourite things to do and it made him happy immensely. Seeing him truly smile once in a while warmed at your heart. You forgot all about your vengeance in moments like this and maybe just wanted to keep looking at him being at ease

What else could you say other than that your routine had changed obviously now, the soft torture they choosed for you to be working around the house the whole time was replaced with the torture of sitting with Uzair the whole day. 

He said he can't risk any harm to his only source of information but he hadn't asked his usual questions of your ‘father’ for two whole weeks now for a reason god only he knew because he was still very much the same man who glared at you from across the room if you decided too loud, too curious about your surroundings and started prance around

You had run up the stairs barefoot with a heavy bucket that you supported with both hands, the dust and small pebbles didn't prick your feet as much since you were so accustomed to it by now. Putting down the bucket on the ground, you pulled out on the wet cloth, wringing it out drenched fabric with force. 

One by one you continued the process, hanging the damp fabric up on the strings. You recognised Hamza, and they key he was swinging on his finger, the one to his bike - he was going out without Uzair. 

“ Hamza!”

You called out, placing your foot on the railing to hang out half from the balcony to catch his attention, “ HAMZA!” He finally looked up, “ Aaram se y/n, gir jaogi” “ MAI NAHI GIRUNGI” You hoist yourself higher fitting your feet into the design, making Hamza tut and look over into a corner; you did not know what/who he was looking at.

“ AAP JAA RAHE HOO?” 

“ Kyu kuch kaam hai” 

“ MERE LIYE SODA LEKE AANA”

“ Aur kuch madam?” 

“ MHMM SOCHNE DO, AREE VOH NAYI SUIT AAYI HAI MARKET MEI MUJHE BHI CHAIYE, PAISE UZAIR DE DENGE”

Hamza blinked, his eyes focusing from you to behind you before nodding with a wide grin that told you enough. You hadn't heart Uzair heavy footstep, didn't notice his shadow fall over you as you stayed hoisted up on the railing, half body suspended in the air and bottom raised up. 

What exactly were you thinking? - Uzair paise de denge??? What possessed you to say that out loud, it wasn't exactly a domestic scenario where Uzair should be entertaining you talking about spending his money without his permission but that the least of his concern right now, and buying a new suit wouldn't exactly make a hole in his wallet.

He twisted your ear in between his finger like you were a ill mannered child, yanking you down from your position, back onto the floor 

“ OW OW” you yelped shaking your head, to get his hand off 

“ Kitni badmashi karti hai tu, gir jaati toh?” 

“ Itne aasani se thodi girti-” he twisted it further, “ SORRY SORRY” You whined and he finally let go, your ears red and burning . “ Agli baar se aisi atoot shatoot harkate karte hue dikh mat jaiyo” You nodded but as soon as he had turned back you were sticking your tongue out at him, he scoffed glaring at you from his shoulder, already well aware of the look on your face.

 It felt light, your heart didn't feel like it was being crushed constantly or that you were barely holding on by a thread, it wasn't supposed to feel light.

You diverted your head back from the warmth that imperiled the logic of your situation, your eyes snapping to the gun at his hips. You reached out to  hold it, you wanted to see just how much guard he had let down. 

With his back turned to you, he was still hyper aware of what you were doing behind him it was instinctual at this point and the second he felt the shift of air behind him, he had already slapped your hand away to stop you  

“ Khilauna nahi hai voh”  He scolded you

You have been sleeping in his bed for days now, bidding your body away for a thing that clearly did not fucking work, he wasnt off his guards at all, in your head he had just found the twisted pleasure of in ruining the honour of his enemy daughter and that was all to it .

Fuck it, you didnt even love him you just needed him to love you, then why did it hurt so bad.

You sniffled, rubbing the part he had struck, rubbing the reddening mark with your hands, unable to meet his eyes. Uzair stopped in place, your eyelashes were heavy with tears that glistened in your eyes. Tears that were eventually going to run down your plump cheeks and stain them. Your crying was a blissful view to his eyes but not like this, not when you were really hurt, it unwillingly reminded you of how hard you flinched when he raised his hand at you. 

There was so much he didn't know about you, what if you had grown up with the same violence? What parts of you that you kept to yourself, but he could see through at how you were performing to his eyes most of the time - maybe you did it for his sympathy he did not know, but he noticed all the fake bubbliness and smiles and so did he notice real tears.

“ Sorry” he grumbled the apology out and immediately recognising it wasn't enough he leaned  into your paining hand, pressing a featherlight kiss to the skin . “ Abhi lag jaati tereko toh?, kyu badmashi karti hai?”

“ Mai toh bas dekh rahi thi”

 You looked up at him, and felt the way his whole body fought against the shudder that ran down his back and tried to show through in his posture.

It was fear that worked on him 

“ Khilauna nahi hai voh” he repeated

“ Bacchi nahi hoon mai” you mumbled in the most heartbreakingly small voice, “ Kyu haath laga rahi thi usse?” “ Bas dekh rahi thi-” your voice stopped halfway with how thin it was getting

He had to physically stay away,step back to so he doesn't melt into an absolute mess,

 “ Chalane aati hai tujhe?”

“ Nahi” 

“ Idhar aa” 

You did not move quick enough so he of course pulled you back into his chest,  “ Yeh pata hai kya hai?” He raised the gun, dwindling it in front of your face , “ Gun hai” You whispered back unsure, “ Mhm, pistol hai yeh baaki bandook ke maamle mei halki hoti hai, jyada aasani se handle hoti hai” 

“ Aur..?” You did not understood the point he was making here, the fabric of his suit pressed at thin cotton of your kurta

“ Jab mai nahi hoga to apna khyaal khud rakhengi tu” He placed the black sleek body into your hands, he needed to nudge you once to have you back into your sense and wrap your hand around the gun 

“ Dono hath se pakad” he relocated to standing behind you properly instead of straight up crushing you back into his chest, guiding your spine with firm pressure till you stood straight. Once he was satisfied with your posture he started guiding your hand with his, making you hold the rear of the handle as high as possible with your dominant hand, guiding you slowly to use your other hand as well for stability. 

You tried not to react as his face inched closer before his chin finally rest at your shoulder, his warmth breath grazing your skin, his deep voice ringing right next to your ear- fuck you couldnt hear a thing. Considering how many times you have done it by now, this shouldn't have bothered you, but your blood was on fire, you could feel each drum of his heartbeat against your back, the holster of his gun slightly digging into your side. 

He held one hand above yours, taking it up to pull back the chamber, you saw the bullet there glistening metal but you couldn't focus, with another click and instruction he closed back the chamber guiding your finger to the trigger. 

“ Halka sa jatka lagega, maine pakad rakha hai kuch nahi hoga” 

If he said it, it must be true

You shot, the recoil hit harder than you expected and the sound of it going off was alarmingly close to that day and it bought back memories you had no use of for now, other than to fuel your anger.

In one second you were back on the eve of your 7th birthday, watching your abbu jaan bleed to death in another second you were back into two months watching your ‘father’ lifeless body, both the vision blurred and the impact of the gun went through your limb and before you knew you had dropped the gun, hiding in his chest. 

He was also a scared boy who watched his father die, he never wanted anyone else to go through that if he had heard your scared breaths before, he wouldn't have shot - not in front of you and seeing the repercussion at the sound of one bullet being fired, he knew deeply he had wounded you already and the guilt he hoarded it, in his head every other death and destruction was his wrongdoing, that he has started the butterfly effect, the one who pushed the domino piece to fall into the line of eradication

He held you tighter that night, it was usually him lazily stretched out over you or him holding you in the cage of his arms so you can't run away, but tonight it felt different he wasn't doing it keep you arrest or in place- he was hoping if he held you close enough the pain from your lungs would disappear or dissolve into his.

You were clinging to him when you were brought back to your senses and let your thoughts spiral. This was the man who had killed your ‘father,’ he shot him in front of you and sabotaged all possibilities of you gaining freedom and leaving this hell hole of a place. Here you were finding solace in his arms.

There was something twisted about this which did not affect you, the other part made you burn with fury at yourself. Why did you seem to enjoy it when he held you? Why did it sting when your own mind betrayed you with thoughts of how he was only using you to indulge his carnal urges?

You had no idea why your heart had fluttered when he apologised to you after giving your hand that chiding smack. It had felt oddly comforting when you buried your face into his chest after you heard the bullet shoot through the wind, bringing back bitter memories from your childhood.

You did not want to put a name to whatever you were feeling about Uzair. Acknowledging it would mean accepting your feelings and you did not feel all that? Or did you? Was it really just about seeking retribution now? Unaware of what to do you clung to him tighter, fingers digging into his back, hoping all of this would disappear once you finally had your revenge

The morning was chilly, and you had finally put on a fabric that wasn't on the urge of tearing, a new suit set Hamza had got you from the market yesterday. You swirled around watching yourself in the mirror of his room. The kurta was a gradient of a rusted orange and rouge pink, stitched in with sequins in the pattern of whirls and flower, different from the printed cotton for a change.

You felt awkwardly fancy in the gloomy environment of the morning,the shadows greyer and Uzair sat quietly,  perched up on the sofa, nursing a cup in his hand his eyes fixed on the table in front 

Rehman was a careful man most the times, but when it came to his morning he often times got lost in the taste and the humming of his wife from their room as she got ready, his mind set on each bangle that she slipped on her wrist knowing how she exactly stacked 4 bangles each on her pale wrists. 

Ulfat had got the coffee table after spending a total of 30 visits to the market, she wanted a dark sheesham wood set and she wasn't going to settle for anything less, it was the absolute rule of the house to not cause one mark on the table, that day the maids had put out the table runners for washing, leaving the surface bare for distracted and entranced Rehman to put down his cup. 

Uzair laughed, the sound interrupted Rehman’s train of thought and curtailed his beautiful wife's voice “ Kya hai?” He huffed out, “ Aap toh gaye aaj bhai” “ Kyu kya hua?” Uzair gave one nod down to the cup and Rehman was going to move to wipe it , the circle he knew had already formed on the surface but it was too late. Ulfat ears were sharp, she had already the porcelain clink against the wood and was out of the door.

“REHMAN” 

In another second she was right beside him with blazing eyes,

 “ Rehman aap mei matlab bilkul hi dimaag hi nahi hai, kitni dafa bola yaha cup na rakhe, kharab kar diya na isse” 

She started scolded and kept going off and off, making Uzair grin harder but just like their usual conversation whether it be boring daily commute or arguments, none of them missed the chance to make it romantic enough to make Uzair wish he didn’t have eyes.

Rehman pulled her into his lap- and alas the argument was very short lived.

Uzair eyes fixed on the indention that was there still and put his cup precisely back in place, making sure the corners fit, like doing it would make him hear Ulfat nagging again or as if by collecting a pile of clothes on his floor he will finally hear the scolding he had been longing for months now.

“ Kya kar rahe ho?” You chimed in and no he didn't glare at you, that could count for progress. When he didn't reply you started to lurk around him, he pulled you into his lap quite gently.

“ Itne jaldi kyu uth gayi? Thakti nahi hai tu?” He inquired,one hand palming your stomach. You were thrown off by how soft everything was, how he hadn't yanked you but simply pulled you into his lap side ways, how even his scolding was so soft, it was almost a whisper.

“ Mujhe bhi chai peeni hai” you tried to tease him, hoping he would react a little with the grumpiness you had expected from him but he did not, instead he raised the cup to your lips, “ Yeh lo” 

Nervously you wrapped both hands around it, trying to drown the chill of the air with the warm cup, taking in slow slips. Uzait stroked the back of your head, watching you calmly 

“ Aaj kam mat karna” He declared after you were done with the tea, pulling you closer to kiss your forehead. 

“ Kitni sundar lag rahi hai aaj, pata hai tujhe?”  

“ Kya?”

 “ Subah subah jab naha ke nikalti sirf teri badan ki khushboo aati hai… tere geeli zulfien, yes gaal ki laali, dil nahi karta tujhe jaane dene ka” 

" Kuch bhi bologe? abhi mera man nahi kal raat bahut ho gaya"

By the time clock had stuck 12 , and the sun was out in its full passion Uzair, just like clockwork had returned to being the grump of the house, stomping around with a phone sticked to his ear. You tried to over hear it, assuming it would be of your use but it was just entirely him talking about some gun deals, so you didn't bother listening anymore and got to the task of doing your daily shenanigans. 

You flaunted the pistol around, watched the black body catch the reflection of the sun, under the open land. 

“ Ji bilkul mujhe chalane aati hai” 

You replied back to Hamza holding it high up, pretending to shoot a imaginary bird.

“ Kisne sikhaya, aur yeh mila kaha se tumhe?” 

Siyahi asked and Dhonga couldn't care less, 

“ Uzair ne diya hai aur sikhaaya bhi unhone agai

You boasted once again, then you heard it . The distant voice of him getting closer. You really had heard him pissed off since morning, and it did sound tempting now. 

So you waited till you saw Uzair in your peripheral vision crossing by the aangan, you didn't need to wait till he paused at the sight of you; because you were already certain he would. 

You wrapped your hand around the rectangular piston of the gun, sliding your palm up and down the cold metal, locking your eyes with Hamza. 

Uzair meanwhile was still on the phone but his path redirected, eyes fixed on the movement of your hand, how you tightened your grip when you reached the base sliding your softness back up to the pointer imitating the obvious movement you just tested on him last night. 

“ Aur bhi bahut kuch sikhate hai voh mujhe” The implications made his men cough and turn their heads away. 

Uzair just sighed heavily, his eyes brows furrowing ever so slightly as he replied back with a simple  ‘mhm' on the phone, grabbing your wrist to take you back inside. 

Your lips quirked into a wide satisfied smile

The fabric was damp from your tears clinging back at your skin, the smell of linen flooding your nose. “ Sorry” you whimpered into the pillow for the nth time only for your voice to break into a loud moan that the fabric pressed into your face swallowed.

He didn't have to force you back inside the room and you knew the consequences of your actions but you weren't expecting this, he had thrown you onto the mattress the second you were inside. The impact was minimal and you were still eyeing him with the same mischievous look, waiting for him to cut the call and lunge onto you; but he didn't.  Uzair is huge in every sense of the word; it didn't take him much work for him to reposition you wholly as he liked with only one hand.

With one flick of wrist you were on your stomach, with other movements of his hand digging into your stomach to jack up your back and just like that you were on your hands and knees, for a movement of clarity you looked back - unable to believe he was really going to do this, but his hands were already set at the waistband of your plazo, yanking it down in one go. 

The quiet gasp and the shock on your face didn't phase him, he still continued talking low on the phone as his free hand measured the  lush flesh of your ass, kneading it once before forcing it the other to stretch you open. Due to the action your panties slipped, digging into your pussy and your obvious arousal had made it sickly sticky, sticky enough he could say the shape of your cunt. 

You heard his voice go deeper still discussing mechanically but the hunger evident as his grip on your flesh tightened as well.

 The cold air of the room gazed at your throbbing wetness as he undid what was last left on to cover your titillation, rough pad of his thumb brushed up right above your clit making you jerk back your hips for his closeness.

Smack

His palm met your rear with a loud crack, you wanted to scream, you wanted to whine but you were hyper aware of the man on the phone so instinctively you bit down on your lips. Your senses were only heightened with the threat of being caught, your stomach flooding with need that you knew he wasn't going to fulfil so easily this time, 

Hearing the rustle of the fabric from behind you sucked in a sharp breath,  and finally dared to look back again this time he met your eyes -intense, dark and undeniably possessive. He pulls out his hardness, thick and veined,crawling closer to your body so the bulging cut tip met your clit

Your mind went mush, he slapped the sensitive bud with the tip once twice and then over and over till your thighs were trembling, lips swollen from biting down so hard. You felt his warm pre cum rub against your sweetness, the hotness seared you like anything before and your poor empty cunt could only wrap around nothing and gush out more calling him in.

“ Yusuf se baat kar, voh batayenga export karne mei kitna time lagega” He ran his length up and down your slickness to smear the overflowing nectar on it  “ Kal shaam se phele samaan nikal jaana chaiye” In between the motion he stopped right at the part where you needed him the most, parting your fold with the head  he tortured your entrance with the blunt pressure. 

He didn't enter you, pushing in just an inch to watch your hole gape and close back -continuing the same thing for minutes . You had already started biting at the pillow, your drool dripping down your chin when he bottomed out inside you. The fullness satiated some of the hunger, you clamped down tight onto the pillow and so did your wall on his length - the dull pain of the stretch didn't, and couldn't bother you right now.

He fixed on hand at your hip, the other holding the cellphone to his ear as he started the rhythm -it was utterly unkind. The veins of his pulsing length dragged agonisingly slow at your velvet flesh wrapped around as he pulled back almost all the way out, you could practically smell the smirk on him as he watched your stretch around his fat tip, clinging greedily to keep him in.  Just when it would like he is going to pull out he would slam back in with all his vigour, crushing your g spot.

You were stuck in ruthless loop, just when you would try and get ease up to the slow friction he would slam all of him inside till his pelvis met with your backside, and when the harsh thrust would have you craving for more he would back to the lazy, leisure drag of hip and just like that you went from biting at the pillow to burying your face in it.

Sweat accompanied your tears as the flowed down your face, Uzair free hand on your hip had melted into a iron grip holding you right in place for his fucking, his voice growing hoarse as he forced his replies down to hums on the phone. 

He wasn't unaffected exactly, in fact each broken muffled moan sent him on the verge of breaking his restraint but he had it in himself to remain as stern as a stone while bellowing himself inside you. The knot in your stomach built deeply, so deeply it was uncomfortable that he wasn't assisting it to crash through, the impending release and pressure had your hands fisting into the sheet.

His head dropped at your shivering back, right below your shoulder as he placed the phone far enough so it would not catch his voice 

“ Kya dikhana cha rahi thi sabko?”

 “ Kuch nahi, please I am sorry Uzair” he tutted, kissing the tremoring line of your spine,

 “ Itni aasani se thodi meri jaan”

The word ‘jaan’ was pure mockery from his lips

 “ Aur yeh jis tarah tune mujhe kas kar pakad rakha hai usko dekh ke toh nahi lagta ki tu taqleef mei hai” You turned your head to the side, your dark waves falling in over your face like the stormy clouds, your nose red from crying, he slammed in once again making you squeak.

“ Ya allah, kitni narm hai tu” He mumbled, trailing his lips up from your spine to the back of your head,deeply inhaling the scent of your hair. He praised the velvet that was sucking him in but he made no effort to help you reach your peak 

“ Uzair please”

“ Shh chup rehna hai, haina?” He brought back the phone to his ear talking about some network disturbance but you could only already sense the thoughts in his head brewing with how suspiciously long his hands were just resting on the back of your head. He proved you right when his hands massaged your scalp, tangling in your hair with no other intention than to yank it back from the pillow so you couldn't muffle those sweet little voices anymore.

You religiously bit down your lips but you weren't prepared for it, he had completely abandoned his previous rhythm, his hips snapping faster. Uzair enjoyed watching you struggle but the thought of somebody else hearing your moans was not something he was going to endure in this life. 

He shut down the man on the phone abruptly cutting the call, throwing the phone to the bedside in a hurry. The second his hands were free they went to grab your hips with a bruising grip and start ramming into you. Your bodies met with loud, lewd slaps - your cunt fluttering around his cock for more as you finally let out long whiny moans.The squelching sound of your own flesh sucking him in was so obscene that it made you cringe, scrunching up your face. 

Your breast bounced wildly as his movement became a fast blur of fury and obsession. Each stab of his dick going at your spongy spot before meeting your cervix with a bruising intensity. It was savage at this point, you were screaming, thrashing , your vision blurring as white spots danced in front of your eyes. You don't know what you felt first, your sore ample breasts hitting back at your own skin, the very deep end of your vagina being mashed, the sweet spot that he unfortunately did not fail to hit even in his frenzy or his ball thwacking right back at your clit. 

Overstimulation couldn't describe your submission, at how close you were getting by being put in the nastiest position possible, by being put in your place, by being used as a sheath for his cock, “ YES YES YES” 

Your whorish moans echoed in the room, your walls clenching hard as the orgasm finally ripped out of you.

He didn't stop, not till he had his fill, mounting you from behind as he growled in your ears. The bed slammed against the wall with each brutal thrust he gave to your already broken form, you had already come and he was still rutting into your body that was still overcoming the shocks of the high you just reached safe to say he wasn't stopping for a while now.

You wanted to hate him so bad, as he wiped cleaned your body in the bathroom offering nothing but silence after an encounter that heavy,

“ Subah waali baat..majaak nahi thi aur na hi mai tujhe vaapis bistar me le jaane ke liye sab bol raha tha” 

His voice broke the expression on your face into something more vulnerable, you couldn't handle it so you splashed your face with water, screaming quietly into it.

Uzair hadn't let you out of the room since yesterday, making you wear his kurta and of course you drowned in it because no way that thing was fitting you. The fabric fell way below your knees as you skidded around the room in frustration, 

“ Aaram karo yahi pe , dard ho raha hoge tujhe” Thats all he said before deciding that you weren't to roam around the house for now, you were bored, tossing and turning, at some point jumping on the mattress when you heard the low mumbles from outside.

You opened the door of his room to a creak, his men surrounded and filling the familiar spot in the aagan. It was clearer now but you were still far away the voice that carried to you mixed and jumbled with the loud air

“ Aslam ka phone mila hai, mere kamre hai abhi ke liye"

Phone? They found his phone. You got back inside the room, scrambling through each drawer in a hurry - each of it filled with mundane daily life stuff and then some were straight up just a drawer full of bullets.

You stepped back immediately at the sound of footsteps right outside the door, your hand hanging awkwardly at the side and your face doused in an expression clear as day - you were guilty.

It shouldn't have felt this suffocating,  but the way he didn't comment on it made you feel insanely more guiltier, he thought it was only natural for you to seek it. Maybe you wanted a way out, or needed the last hold of your father, you hadn't lived his reality and he hadn't lived yours so he couldn't really be upset at you for wanting something normal for yourself.

“ Kyu hua” You asked, your voice growing meeker

“ Kuch nahi, tumhe bola na maine aaram karne ke liye. Bistar pe raho” 

“ Theek hoon mai” You shook your legs showing him you were perfectly capable of walking. He saw childish stubbornness and couldn't help but break into a small smile, scooping you into his arms,taking you back into bed.

“ Mhm bilkul”

You watched his eyes lock onto your as he finally came to his release, shuddering and falling into your neck kissing the skin in desperate pants. You were going to close your eyes and fall asleep - it was almost a routine now but then you felt it, that you didn't want to sleep you wanted him to talk to you longer.

“ Pyaar hogaya hai tujhse” 

He cupped your face and said it, said it like it wasnt shattering your whole reality, like your world didnt stop at that moment. 

“ Ky-Kya?” 

you forced the question out,

 “ Jaanta ho ki bas mushkil se do mahine hue hai ..par sach mei bahut pyaar karta hoon tujhse” 

“ Maine kabhi aise socha nahi-”

 “ Pata hai mujhe, araam se sochke jawaab diyo”

 He whispered,pressing a reverent kiss to your forehead. 

“ Task force ka pata lag gaya hai …kal se yeh sab kaam khatam, bas tera banke rahunga” 

No it cant be that easy, he should not be offering you peace, offering you his devotion. You snapped out of it - this was what you needed, a man who had finally found the hope to live again, so you can snatch it just as violently, he had snatched your future.

The sky darkened as if a dark grey blanket had enveloped the city, dark clouds loomed over the town which looked swollen with rain ready to burst anytime. Uzair was on a call with one of the gang members who were giving him the location to the place he had to reach. He was putting his gun in the holster when you stopped his hand mid air,

" Mato jao Uzair.."

He stared at your face, at the tremble of your lips

“ Kya milega, yeh sab karke…Rehman vaapis toh nahi aajayenge” 

For a second you thought he might stay as both his hands cupped your face, stroking circle on your cheek " Tu nahi samajhegi, bahut karz hai hi ghar pe..mera.. usko chukaaye bina nahi reh paunga"

But you understood it, you clearly did because the same blood was on your mind right now, the same sense of responsibility to avenge coursing through your blood while your heat fought for a filling you had pushed aside, tried to cover ,dared not to name.

You watched him from the window as he left with his men in his jeep. It had been a few seconds since his men were out of sight when a violent downpour erupted over the town. In a fraction of seconds curtains of rain had swathed the houses and shops. The rain falling over the streets like tiny needles, surfaces shimmered due to the fractions of light, trees bent as a result of the heavy torrent with their leaves wavering violently. The gutters began to overflow and the violent streaks of rain battered against the window. 

You watched it pour mindlessly but your head was a whirlwind of emotions. You were a part of this emotional turbulence which was bothering your very soul. You began pacing around the room, you had somewhat enjoyed your time with Uzair except for the initial days of slogging at the haveli but you also hated with every fibre of your being. 

You were not even sure if you hated him as you thought anymore. You exhaled the breathe of hair you were holding in for god knows how long and sat in the corner of the room, knees hugging to your chest and you forehead resting against them, you had come this far, you couldn’t back away now, you wanted to be the one who destroyed and you had achieved it, you were his only hope in life and snatching it away like this satisfied that wicked part in you but you were also repulsed by your own cruelty. 

When Uzair killed Aslam all you felt was fear and the loss of the only ‘fatherly’ figure in your life, he had snatched your release, you had to do this

You ringed up the number and the human part of you begged for him to not pick up, but he did, right at the second ring. You brought the staggering back to your voice 

“ U-Uz-Uzair” You stuttered

The line went dead, you could hear the bloodshed had started there but Uzair was stuck in place. “ Kya hua?”

“ Ya-Yaha koi hai.. Mujhe bahut dar lag raha hai Uzair” You gasped crying, running randomly so it would be more believe the huff in your breath. “ Please vaapis aajao Uzair..voh mujhe kuch kar dega” 

You threw the phone across the room, hard enough so it would break it in one go.

It was done- he would be rushing back in no time 

You first looked at the pistol, a clear shot and done but could you kill him the thing he had just given you for your safety, you didn't have the stomach for it, but the kitchen was locked and you needed to find something- yesterday when you were going through his things you had seen a dagger..that would do.

You picked up the dagger but beneath you felt something plastic touch your hands, it was your ‘father’s’ phone tucked into a corner 

You press at the side button of the cell phone and the screen finally illuminates, casting a dull, artificial glow over your trembling fingers. Your thumb slides uselessly across the keyboard, your breathing shallow and ragged, and your mind goes completely blank as you stare at the lock screen- this was the last of what was left of your father 

You clicked it open, squeezing your finger at the small button, scrolling it down till you saw the message, from the day that he died sent to another man, the outside of it read -

“ Y/N taiyaar hai”

You clicked it open, and the reality as you know crumbled, the Dubai ticket, the only gift he had ever given you. You two weren't getting close, your father was giving you the last illusion of affection before slaughtering you into marriage. No he did not care for your degrees your achievement, the gift was to dress you up and put you into the hands of another man,so the burned would be off his shoulders ; no he never cared for you

You stood out in the rain, your finger twisted around the cold metal 

“ Kya milega, yeh sab karke…Rehman vaapis toh nahi aajayenge” 

Your own words hit back at you with each droplet of the rain that felt like bullets going on your skin, the house was quiet, the maids outside it almost felt foretelled that this was the day of death for both of you - with how hard the sky was weeping, how loud the thunder was screaming.

The white kurta you wore was completely drenched, sticking to you like a different skin, your hair drenched the rain water only accentuating the waves, as they glued heavy to your back. Your legs were shivering and each second you had to blink back the rain drop from your eyes, you didn't have to play scared in front of Uzair;you were scared.

The first dawn of fear was how you couldn't bring yourself to raise the knife any higher, standing frozen and barefoot on the tile when you heard the door swing open ,his rushed footsteps fighting against the wetness of the ground, how do you end a life? It was so easy for that SP and so easy for Uzair, you could do it. You just had to push the blade into his body until he stopped breathing

Uzair's chest heaved with broken ,rushed breath that he was forced to take in. 

He had given up what had become his whole life’s purpose because he thought something had happened to you, you felt your heart break like the novel-isique descriptions you had read, it truly felt it was shattering into pieces, bleeding at your insides 

His hair was drenched much like yours, his hand working to move them out of his face as he strided over to you not once noticing the weapon in your hands, all he saw was that you were trembling, that you were scared. His large arms crushed you close into his chest, into the soaking cold fabric,  “ Kaun tha?  Tujhe lagi toh nahi?” he whispered frantically, closing his eyes tightly trying to perish into the warmth of your body, his head nestled in the crook of your neck. No words left your lips just small - barely audible over the tearing rain- cries. “ Sab theek ho jayega”

Quivery hands raised up an inch and with nothing on your mind you pressed forward 

You ears ringed with silence, you didn't mean to do it , you didn't-

Uzair winced, his breath catching at your neck he pulled back to find the blade pressed into his stomach, the blood dripping back at your hands. You could pull back you had not even pierced much, your hands were shaking violently, slick with a terrifying mix of rainwater and his blood, the weight of the weapon suddenly feeling impossible to hold.

“ Nahi Uzair” You sobbed seeing the pain of betrayal in his eyes, you tried to pull back, take it out but he wouldn't let you. His hands tightening at your wrist 

Uzair’s grip remains firm, his fingers pressing into your skin with a strength born of shock and devastation. He doesn't pull away; instead, the weight of the moment seems to pull him closer, his eyes locking onto yours with a look of profound heartbreak. Each laugh you shared, each wall he had let down in the end he was still the foolish child who couldn't save anything. 

The sting of the betrayal appears to overshadow the physical pain

“Agar tu yahi chati hai toh mujhe manjoor hai” he murmurs, his voice strained and barely audible over the sound of the downpour. The rain slickens his face, masking the tears as he leans into the space between you, forcing a confrontation with the choice that was made.

“ NAHI NAHI UZAIR” 

You shook your head frantically, doing everything in your might to pull free as he tried to sink the knife in deeper with your hands

The more his breathing grew heavy, your head was bursting, skin turning clammy “ Please Uzair nahi.. Mujhe kuch nahi chaiye!”  You cried again watching the deep spot spreading over his kurta.

“ "Mujhe mohabbat ho gayi hai aapse!." 

The heavy tension of the blade and the rain suddenly fractures, giving way to the raw, suffocating truth of everything you had left unsaid now, breaking free the shackles of your pride.

Uzair’s grip on your wrist loosens just enough for the weapon to clatter into the water

His body crash onto the ground, the still flowing rain washed up the bloody blade 

The automatic sliding doors open with a soft hiss, releasing a cool wave of air thick with the sharp, clean scent of bleach and antiseptic. Bright fluorescent lights bounce off polished white floors, illuminating a nauseating amount of light, you needed it to be quiet but the world didn't stop for you, did it

Nurses in blue scrubs rush past with gentle, tired smiles, while an overhead intercom softly calls a code that fades into the constant, low hum of electronic monitors. You had known death, but you never knew the inbetween, the panic of slipping between hope and grief, you had never had the privilege of waiting on a life and you still couldn't tell if it was any better than absolute death.

When the door to the operation room opened you were back into the plastic chair from the waiting metal benches,

Resting your head over his beating heart, he was still alive. You reminded yourself but the tears wouldn't stop flowing, the nurse said he was awake before, then why isnt he saying anything -

"Y/N"

You cried harder " Please mujhe maaf kardo"

" Maafi kaisi?"

You pulled back in confusion, hurrying to wipe down your tears so could marvel his face clearly,

" Tere jagah mai hota, toh yahi karta.." He grunted trying to raise his hand, you immediately helped, holding his palm to your cheek

" Bas ek baar has ke dikha de, mai theek ho jaunga"

You nodded, breaking into ugly cries. Why did he have to be so nice?

Rehman had brought him out of the darkness once, guided him out of that hiding place beneath the bed where Uzair once believed he would take his last breath, and now it was you.

" Please aap.. yeh sab chor do.. jo chala gaya voh vaapis nahi aane waala"

Uzair nodded, his own eyes flooding with tears recalling the look on Ulfat face as she told him, that she couldnt bear living in a house where everything carried reminder of Rehman, that she couldnt bear living in a house that had seen the death of both -her husband and her son, but driven by grief she couldn't see who she was leaving behind.

She was leaving behind the boy she always called her first son

In the hospital he would tell you stories about his life, you told him yours, laughing at how tragic it all had been, but it was over now thats all that mattered. You had no one to remember, but Uzair, Uzair eyes still filled with yearning as he talked.

You needed to make a call

You had nervously fixed your dupatta for the hundredth time today, the deep green fabric sitting atop your head with a suit that matched its vibrance, it was heavy with zari work of gold at the bottom, and outlined the traditional designs over the green kurta.  Your ears had turned red with the weight of the jhumka so you had to switch to smaller ones, fidgeting with the bangles on your wrist.

You had grown from waiting to restless, leaned against the wooden frame when you heard a small thud. Uzair balanced himself walking over to you  

“ Aapko bola na maine, bistar pe raho” 

You were glad that after a long time that hospital air wasn't all that you were smelling, but the fresh bloom of roses that his bhabhi once had planted and the aroma of the biryani that was currently cooking in the kitchen flooding the air with its pleasant smell, and of course you were glad Uzair was finally back to his home and that his home felt like one at all after so long. 

He ignored your question, stepping closer till he was right beside you with a childish grin, pressing his hand to his heart 

“ Kya qeher lag rahi ho, firse maarne ka man hai kya?” 

He joked, 

“ Kya bakwaas karte ho aap”

You hated the thought of any harm to him, even the word made you pout and rest your face on his bicep

“ Mareez mai hoon meri jaan” He said but he didnt carry that mocking tone now, just quiet admiration as he supported your weight on his  “Chup raho”

  His eyes traced the surma lining your eyes and the gloss on your painted lip with fondness, fondness of a man who had conquered the whole world. He didn't felt that power when he slash Arshad head, put a bullet through Aslam but he did when you scolded him for moving when the doctor clearly advised him not to

“ Kiska intezaar ho raha hai?” he asked 

“ Phele toh aapke itne jaldi utha nahi tha” you peeked back at the door

 “ Accha ji?”

“ Haan jao firse so jao” 

“ Itna sajj ke ghum rahi hai aur mujhe sone ke liye bol rahi hai?”

The car stopped outside the gate, the servant instantly rushing off to get down the luggage. “ Kaun aaya hai?” The luggage back fell right beside his feet, he recognised it. The dull line that still showed through the plastic, it was his own doing from when he was throwing luggage around just year ago - it was Faisal bag

a/n- in my head reader got into college okiee and they lived happily ever after ;) hope the story stays with you <3 and it was able to evoke a emotion

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a/n : Main blog is @mujhekoimarsbhejdo PEHLI BAAR KHUDSE MOST OF THE PART LIKHA HAI rehem karo mere par pilis. And ofc A BIG PAPPI AND THANK YOU TO @rutvii because i love her and she madat me alot bro wrote the saxy part but mostly because i love her😍🫶🏼

Warnings : uzair ig, idk myself, sad stuff with happy ending because 😛, not proof read so spelling mistakes as a warning, married people stuff guys and mild sax sux

Summary : Uzair forgets your anniversary (thats it)

Word count : 3830 words

@ishq-e-rehman i hope i did justice to your request dont slime me 💋

And the drunk reader part was from this

You had never expected to fall in love. Having a very different perception of marriage throughout her life, you were left stunned when you married Uzair because there was a stark contrast in your relationship with him and your views on marriage and it was slowly making all your worries vanish away. Growing up in an environment where there was a constant state of tension between relationships and marriage feeling more like a transaction where even the smallest and most basic acts of service required some sort of repayment and even minute errors caused serious altercations. This always kept you in a state of apprehension about marriage but at present you would not change your relationship with your husband for anything in the world.

He was quite dense at times but that was what attracted you to him in the first place.

The method by which you had confessed your love to Uzair was not at all romantic, you frankly did not want to confess, you did not even know if you feelings for him were romantic or if you just admired him as a person.

You thought Uzair had the patience of a saint since he dealt with you because you could be difficult at times due to growing up in a completely different environment. He eased all your worries, no matter how insignificant they sounded, he even got you your favourite flowers just because you had mentioned never having received flowers before.

As if this was not enough to prove that he was fond of you, he had climbed a tree when he was in balochistan to have enough network to speak to you (yes gois balochistan me jhad hai, pura thodi banjar hoga), yes you had your doubts if he really loved you. There was a point where everyone knew you two loved each other except the two of you

So the confession was amusing to say the least, you and Uzair were attending one of his friends birthday party and obviously there was alcohol involved. It was your first time going with him to a party and meeting his friends other than the gang members so you were stuck to his side the whole night.

The grave mistake you had committed that night was overestimating yourself thinking you could handle alcohol and took a drink for yourself despite Uzair’s warning which lead to you feeling lightheaded and dizzy in the first few sips yet you continued, by the end you were drunk out of your mind looking up at Uzair with glassy eyes and the fondest smile on your face and basically hanging off his arm. You squeezed his bicep and he asked,

“Kya hua?”

“Aapse pyaar” You mumbled out wiping your grubby hands at his sleeves

“K-kya?” He sounded as if he was told the world was ending in two minutes and 8 seconds, Shock emanating from his voice

“Sach bol rahi hu, pyaar ho gaya hai aapse,” there was slight slurring in your voice which was a result of the alcohol you failed you tolerate

“Tumne pi rkahi hai..”

“Agar pi rakhi hai toh aapse pyaar nahi kar sakti?” You tip toe-ed trying to meet his eyes with yours with much effort, because the alcohol kept them heavy and lidded

“Mera matlab-”

“Kya haseen chehra hai aapka, Mashallah,” you spoke about him, the desperation dripping off of you. If you were sober even a whiff of these words would have you dying with shame, but you kept blabbering comically

You continued talking about him as if you were some Victorian young lad seeing an ankle for the first time in your life.

“Aap kitne lambe ho, aapke baal, aapki ankhe, sab pasand hai mujhe,” you beamed at him, eyes crinkling at the corners because of your ear to ear smile

“Ye kya bol rahi ho?” He looked mildly mortified not expecting you to say all that

“Sirf mohobbat karti hu vahi toh bola..” your voice grew quieter ,even in your drunken haze you were afraid of saying the wrong thing(you already had)

“Nahi nahi mera vo matlab nahi tha. Ghar chalo, tumbe pi rakhi hai, so jao hum kal baat karenge”

“Nahiiii mujhe aapko raat bhar dekhte rehna hai…mujhe nahi sona, mujhe nahi sonaaaaaaaa” You whined, wrapping both your arms around his bicep ,dropping your intoxicated face on the firm muscle.

Uzairs ears had turned pink listening to your words, he didn’t think he could handle your bluntness and outward desire to stare at him all night anymore but he would not trade this confession of yours with any other romantic confession in the world.

He stood still as stone, feeling your hot breaths graze at his skin gently. He swore he could keep his heart’s inkling to himself, for days he had seen your stolen gazes from behind the door, lingering for too long when he was about to leave, but he never once tried to conclude anything from it because he did not want to put you in awkward situation with his feelings. But here he was, in a situation he could have never imagined from his reserved wife.

He was consumed by his train of thoughts when he felt the fabric of his sleeves get wetter and the small prickly sensation, he looked down to find you nibbling on his bicep, your legs threatening to give out.

Driving was a hard task for him when you had made your whole life purpose to smother him with kisses refusing to stay put in place, he had fastened your seatbelt yet you found your way to way his face, peppering his jaw with kisses, your hands running down the span of his chest.

He had carried you up the stairs while you whined about how you could have walked just fine yourself before breaking into giggles about nothing, he placed you gently into the mattress. His world stopped for a moment, watching your flushed face, glassy eyes starting up at him with such a definite expression of love. He had always admired you, when you spent weekends on the couch with him, snuggled into his chest watching movies, he would never admit to it but he doesnt remember a second from those damn movies because all he did was watch you, watch how your eyes crinkled when you laugh, how the closeness with him always kept your cheeks pink.

But he had never an expression this raw on your face, it was drawing him in ferociously .You traced one finger down the back of his neck urging him closer and for a second he did, pressing his lips against yours before pulling back with the sense of responsibility that you may not want this tomorrow and that you barely knew what you were doing.

Inevitably you fussed, trying to pull him back in but he just shushed you till you fell asleep, which really did not take long

Uzair was high on nerves the following morning, he woke up way before, he kept tossing and turning, his eyes occasionally landing on you, taking in your blissful expression, the sun was casting its rays through the window, your eyelashes forming shadows over your choice which just emphasised their length and fullness, your dark waves all over the pillow like a halo, lips parted slightly which determined that you were in deep sleep and beyond waking up

So that's how it started.

It took you a long time to decode your husband, he was not exactly mysterious because every flicker of emotion would be immediately evident on his face but there was this air of unpredictability he carried around him which always intrigued you.

Uzair being called selfless was an understatement, he was always there for Rehman Bhai at any given time and he loved to take every burden upon his shoulders. You admired his sense of responsibility and respect for his brother but there were times when this tendency of his irritated you infinitely because he was present for everyone but you. Although it had not been a major topic of altercation between the two of you but it was certainly one of the many reasons as to why things got tense when he came home late or suddenly left in the morning to do someone else’s bidding

Uzair remembered stuff atleast that's what you thought seeing him blabber about some random deal which he and Rehman Bhai had made years ago. Hence, you naturally expected him to remember your anniversary but apparently not.

The night before the anniversary you were the only excited one, stood in the kitchen sweltering heat for hours on end, working efficiently to make everything he had ever mentioned loving. There was no better way to show your devotion in your mind.

Uzair had come home early and he did not even bat an eye at you, his replies short and cold carried exhaustion, stress and anger radiating from his body.

He slept without having dinner which you had spent hours making and also without changing his clothes which carried the stench of tobacco and gunpowder along with them.

The food grew cold at the decorated table,stinging a strange pain in your heart. Isnt that what you had always expected from a marriage? Quiet nights with no explanation, watching hours of hard work fall dull to what the man did outside the house, you had seen your mother do this a hundred times, it was supposed to be a natural occurrence wasn't it?- to live without praise.

You felt a tad bit of disappointment but you could surely forgive him for it, he was weary due to the affairs at the factory and he must remember your anniversary…right? It was not mandatory that both of you had to celebrate when the clock struck twelve, he would surely wish tomorrow or so you thought.

Perhaps you had expected too much from him, you woke up expecting to be bombarded with affection, maybe even a gift, all of your hopes were shattered when you saw the other side of the bed empty when you woke up- empty and cold, signaling his early leaving.

Your displeasure was rising now, did he really forget it? At least he should have remembered it for the first year! You could feel your heart clench and a strange feeling had built up in the pit of your stomach. With a heavy heart you got out of bed to carry on with your daily chores.

You even tried to call him in the afternoon but he did not pick up. Was he really that busy? He always picked your call up in the first few rings, what was wrong with him. Your brain spiralled into unwelcomed thoughts, it was quite unlikely but you very obviously started assuming he was cheating on you, you had faith in him but you were being betrayed by your own mind. Every minute spent thinking about him made you feel hopeless and angry at him. He had been acting quite distant lately, coming home late, leaving early, all of this was aggravating you now.

Despite the anger building in your heart you dressed up for him, adorning yourself in a fine suit- the green one you wore at your mehendi, who silk fabric reflect in the light, and the pair of jhumkas he had gifted you on your first eid together, maybe now it would click him and maybe the day would end on a good note but he just came walking through the door looking completely numb, just threw his bed on the phone and sat down, holding his face in his hands.

You looked at his distressed state and decided to keep all your assumptions and worries aside for a few seconds and maybe ask him what's bothering him right now, you sat beside him, he felt the mattress dip in weight. You had kept your hand on his shoulder when he snapped,

“Kya hai?!”

“Awas mat uthao mujh par!!!” You snapped back, his eyes widened with panic before he apologised,

“Maaf karna…voh..”

“Vo kya vo? Tum bhool gaye aaj kya hai?”

“Kya hai aaj? Aaj sunday hai aur kya”

“Aap sacch mei bhul gaye? Anniversary hai humaari aaj Uzair!”

Realisation set in, he quickly glanced down at his watch which showed today's date, panic set in that he tried to gulp down with a forced coolness

“ Haan..voh. Toh? Kaam tha mujhe bahut dimaag se nikal gaya yaar” he mumbled, barely able to get the cruel sounding words out, but it was all that came to his mind now

“DIMAAG SE NIKAL GAYA? Kaam kaam.. Itna hi kaam tha toh shaadi hi kyu ki?”

‘Shaadi hi kyu ki?’ As if he had a choice himself, the sentence alone made the weariness of his day worse and he said something he never meant to say, not like this atleast

“Mar nahi raha tha mai shaadi karne ke liye,bhai ke vajah se ki thi” he snarled, shrugging off

Tears were quick to come to your eyes, you couldn’t bear to look at him, not wanting to make him feel that you were weak, but you couldn’t ignore the clenching of your heart. Your voice threatened to crack at each syllable but you cleared your thrashing before speaking,

“Theek hai…”

You were hurt but you already felt oddly numb, maybe it was the fact that everything was falling into place and how your previous suspicions, the ones which you always had growing up that every relationship gets strained after its sweet moments came true. All the clashes you had witnessed at home coming back to you, maybe that's how it is and always will be.

The enormity of the situation dawned upon Uzair, the strong sense of contrition had taken over him, he was almost desperate to apologise to you because what he said was completely opposite of what he meant

“Jaana-”

“Nahi..jaane dijiye aap…”

“ Jaan mera matlab voh nahi tha”

“Toh kya matlab tha Uzair?” You looked up at him eyes glassy with unshed tears, you were holding back from letting out crushed sobs but looking at him was more difficult than whatever you were trying to do

“Please ro mat” his large palms enveloping both of yours in his, the pleading in his voice evident “ Galti se kuch bhi bol diya..maaf kardo jaana”

“KYA MAAF KARU? Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha aap kya kar rahe ho! Ek hafte se theek se mujh se baat nahi kar rahe! Itni der se ghar aate ho uske baad chup hoke baith jaate hoo, thak gayi hoon mai akele reh kar ke. Ek baar ko toh shaadi maine yahi man mana ki kai thi baaki sab ki tarah,..apni ammi ki tarah chup reh kar nikaal lungi saari zindagi”

“Fir aap mile, jaise socha tha usse lakh gunna accha parivaar mila aur ek baar ke liye laga ki mujhe galat fehmi thi..aapki har kamiyon ko nazarandaaz kiya, kyunki mujhe lagta tha aapko bas pyaar jaatane nahi aata.. Par nahi aapki jindagi mei kaam ke liye kisi aur cheez ke liye jagah nahi hai. Aapko humaari anniversary tak nahi yaad thi Uzair? Mai paaglo ki tarah kal raat se aapke kuch bolna ka inteezar kar rahi hoon”

“Jaanu-”

“ Par aapko toh pyaar karna hi nahi aata, ya shayad aapko mujhse pyaar nahi karna aata kyunki aapko toh bahut ‘kaam’ hota hai na factory pe, yeh kaam Rehman bhai ko kyu nahi hota hai Uzair?”

“ Nahi nahi vaise kuch bhi nahi hai y/n-”

“ Kitni befkoof thi mai ki aapse..aapse mohabbat kar baithi, ek aise aadmi se pyaar kar baithi jise apni hi shaadi majboori lagti hai”

“ Mujhe pata thi kitni excited thi tum..peechle mahine se hi shopping kare jaa rahi thi aaj ke liye, mai kuch bolta nahi hoon par mera saara dhyaan sirf tum pe hi rehta hai y/n. Mujhe tumhe dekhne ke liye kaun kaha raha hai? Koi nahi, koi nahi mere alawa. Jab tak tumhaari pasand na pasand na pata ho tab tak mujhe tasali nahi milti, tumhe hastien hue na dekh lo sukoon nahi milta”

“ Mujhe kuch nahi sunana”

“ Par mujhe batana hai”

“ Rehman bhai waali baat…mera matlab voh nahi tha..y/n, mujhe shuru se pata tha meri jindagi ka koi thikana nahi hai , aaj hai kal nahi aise mei mai kisi ladki se shaadi karke use apne saath barbaad nahi kar sakta. Yeh sach hai mujhe yeh shaadi nahi karni thi par..mere liye tum sirf ek zimmedari nahi hoo.Pata hai mujhe kitni ghinn aati hai khud par ki yeh jaante hue ki kaise zindagi hai meri mai tumhe fir bhi chata hoon”

You could not utter a single word, you shifted closer to him slightly, your hand tightened around his, offering as much comfort as you could from this gesture.

“Tum nahi dekhti joh mai dekhta hoon roz kisi naye insaan ka khoon mere haathon mei hota hai, kitni laashien dekhi hai maine bachpan se aaj tak, jis tarah tumhe dar lagta hai y/n mujhe bhi dar lagta hai, bahut darr lagta hai par mai nahi dikha sakta, meri kamzoori dikhaane se sirf tumhien nuksaan hoga”

“ Abhi voh Irfan ki shaadi hui thi’” describe his panik :P “2 mahine bhi nahi hue the aur mere aakhon ke saamne usse goli maar di, voh mai bhi ho sakta tha y/n. Kabse dimaag mei bas yahi baat chal rahi hai, ki kya haq hai mujhe tumse pyaar karne ka jab mere paas tumhein dene ke liye kuch hai nahi, mai toh tumhe yeh vaada bhi nahi kar sakta ki mai kal vaapis jinda aaunga”

“Sabne tumhe sirf apne matlab ke liye istmaal kiya hai y/n, tumharein baap ke liye tum bas siyaasi mohra thi aur kuch had tak bhaiya ne bhi meri shaadi mei bhi bas apna matlab dekha aur maine bhi sirf apna matlab dekha, sir bhai ki baat maan ne ke liye haan kar diya ek baar yeh bhi nahi socha ki tum joh chati hoon voh mai tumhe kabhi de bhi paunga ki nahi.. Par ab mujhse nahi jhela jaata..khud se nafrat hogayi hai. Peechle ek hafte se ghar aata hoon bas ek ladki ki shakal dikhti hai jiski mai jindagi barbaad kar raha hoon.. Mar mai abhi bhi utna khudgarz hoon tumhein jaane nahi de sakta, tumhare liye behtar banana chata hoon y/n”

"Aisa nahi hai ke main anniversary ki date bhool gaya tha... baat yeh hai ke main darr gaya tha, darr ke alawa dimaag mei kuch tha hi nahi.. Maaf kardo meri jaan"

You were too stunned to speak, your throat feeling heavy as every syllable which threatened to pour out choking your throat. You did not say anything just leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, hoping he would reciprocate the hug which he certainly did

Uzair let out an involuntarily choked sigh and wrapped his arms around your waist, and hid his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent which always calmed his nerves. You could feel him physically melting against you and going limp. You kept your chin on his shoulder as you gently scratched the back of his head. Uzair felt as if he was ascending to heaven after long overdue.

You reluctantly pulled away from his embrace, his palms still on your hips, you were embarrassed now, for your earlier assumptions, unable to meet his gaze, he shot you a puzzled look

“Kya hua?”

“Voh… mai toh kuch aur hu samajh bethi” you felt utterly humiliated and frankly wanted to laugh at yourself for overthinking

“Aur mohotarma kya samajh bethi?”

“Mujhe laga apko kisi aur ladki se dusra nikaah karna tha” you just wished the ground would swallow you as a whole

“KYA?!” was all Uzair could exclaim because he was marveled at the absurdity of it because he would never in his worst nightmares think of doing that to you.

“Mere defense me! Mera ye sochna jayaz tha! Sirf aap kaam par jate the, ghar der se aate the aur bhai toh kaam nahi hota tha itna..toh voh…ha”

“Meri jaan, ek biwi sambhali nahi jaa rahi dusri ko kaise sambhalu”

You smacked his arm and he yelped rubbing he spot where you slapped him.

“Mai aapko bojh lagti hu? Maar khaoge aap”

“Chalo theek hai, tumse maar bhi kha lunga” you would have visibly cringed if someone would have uttered the same words to you but he was your dear husband so you would gladly allow it

“Aapko me badme dikhati hu pehle khana kha lo”

“Abhi dikha do, jaana” his voice deepened, losing some it of its playfulness turning into something slightly sultry but enough for you to catch the change in his tone, and understand his intentions

“Aapko toh sirf ulti seedhi baate karne aati hai” you tried to diffuse the situation with a half smile, but he was determined to ‘apologise’ to you.

His face dropped into the crook of your neck once again making your breath hitch, before you could overcome the sensation of his beard prickling at your sensitive skin,he had pulled you close. He laid back on the mattress, taking you down with him till your face hovered inches away from his.

His breath warm at your skin, goosebumps rise at your arms as you stare breathlessly “ Humaari begum ko lagta hai hum use pyaar nahi karte? Yeh galat fehmi toh dur karni padegi”

After a year of waiting and longing you both had finally given into your desires,and Uzair was really dead set on making up to you, he had spent a painfully long time preparing yourself for his thickness, diving his face into your most intimate place like it was nothing but elixir of life for him to devour till your thighs were trembling, body was burning with the delirious pleasure that had been long denied from you

Fuck why didnt you do this sooner?

He was not going to let his meal go to waste, so after you were done and gushing on his handsome face he still didn't budge till he had sucked everything clean with embarrassingly loud slurps and hums that vibrated through your whole body, second he made sure to stretch you out with his fingers before finally apologising with his throbbing hardness.

Each thrust was designed for your pleasure, it was a selfless devotion till it wasn't. His pace quickened with the urge to fuck the idea out of your head, that he could ever so look at a women that wasnt you, that he could ever love someone that wasnt you. You both came at the same time, clinging and intertwining your limbs together, there was nothing left of both of you other than panting breaths and thrumming hearts.

( After that Uzair of course had to do damage control and take you shopping and you spend to your heart’s content)

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(13)The Road To Balochistan

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The Baloch haveli had descended into complete chaos.

Not unusual chaos.

Travel chaos.

Which was somehow worse.

Suitcases lined the foyer, drivers moved in and out carrying bags, someone was shouting for documents, and somewhere upstairs Donga was loudly claiming he had been robbed.

"I had it five minutes ago!"

"You lost it five minutes ago," Siyahi corrected without even looking up.

"That's a serious accusation."

"It's an observation."

Near the entrance, Ulfat stood with her arms crossed, supervising the entire operation like a general preparing troops for war.

"Naieem, did you pack your medicines?"

"Haan."

"Show me."

A pause.

"...I forgot."

"I knew it."

Across the room, Faizal was attempting to sneak enough snacks into his backpack to survive a zombie apocalypse.

"Faizal."

The boy froze instantly.

"Ji?"

"Put half of those back."

"What if I get hungry?"

"You packed seventeen packets."

"What if I'm very hungry?"

Before Ulfat could answer, Hamza appeared carrying a suitcase.

Or at least trying to.

"Why is this thing so heavy?"

"Because you're weak," Donga informed him helpfully.

"You packed dumbbells?"

"I like being prepared."

"Prepared for what? A gym emergency?"

The argument continued all the way down the hallway.

Meanwhile, near the front porch, Rehman stood speaking to one of the drivers while checking messages on his phone. Everything was finally ready.

Almost.

Because one person was missing.

Uzair.

"Where is he?" Rehman asked.

"Upstairs," Hamza replied immediately. "Probably pretending he's not excited."

Silence.

Then five heads slowly turned toward him.

Hamza blinked.

"What?"

"You chose violence today," Naieem informed him.

"I choose violence every day."

Fair.

A few minutes later, Uzair finally appeared carrying his bag.

Immediately, the grins started.

Dangerous grins.

The kind that meant suffering.

"Good afternoon, Uzair."

Safe.

Normal.

Suspicious.

Uzair narrowed his eyes.

"Good afternoon."

A pause.

Then—

"I wonder if the Ansaris have left yet."

"Hamza."

"What?"

"I haven't said anything."

"You were about to."

"I was."

Donga leaned against the railing dramatically.

"Do you think they'll reach before us?"

"Donga."

"What?"

"Curiosity."

"Curiosity kills people."

"Not me."

Siyahi looked exhausted already.

"We haven't even left Karachi."

"And yet somehow they're already annoying."

"Already?" Naieem repeated. "When did they stop?"

Across the porch, Ulfat hid a smile behind her chai.

Uzair immediately noticed.

"Bhabhi."

"Hm?"

"Don't."

"I didn't say anything."

That somehow made everything worse.

Before anyone could continue, Rehman clapped his hands once.

The sound cut through the noise immediately.

"Bas."

The courtyard quieted.

"Cars are ready."

That got everyone's attention.

Finally.

The teasing paused.

The bags were loaded.

The drivers climbed into position.

The convoy waited beyond the gates.

And for the first time all morning, the trip suddenly felt real.

Balochistan.

Political meetings.

Community leaders.

Several days away from Lyari.

And unfortunately for Uzair—

one Ansari family.

As everyone started moving toward the vehicles, Hamza casually fell into step beside him.

"You know what's funny?"

"No."

"I have a feeling this trip is going to change lives."

Uzair looked deeply unimpressed.

"I have a feeling I'm going to leave you on the highway."

"See?"

Hamza grinned.

"That's the spirit."

A minute later, the gates opened.

Engines started.

And the convoy rolled out into the afternoon sun.

Unfortunately for everyone involved—

the chaos was only beginning.

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The Ansari household was significantly calmer than the Baloch haveli.

Not quiet.

Just functional.

The kind of organized chaos that happened when Nadia Ansari had already prepared for every possible disaster three hours in advance.

Suitcases stood neatly beside the front door. Travel documents were stacked on the dining table. Hassan was checking messages while sipping chai, and Rooh was sitting on the sofa with a book she hadn't turned a page of in nearly ten minutes.

Unfortunately—

peace never lasted.

The front door burst open.

"ROOOOH!"

Rooh closed her eyes immediately.

"Allah."

A second later Safiya stormed into the house carrying an overnight bag.

A very suspicious overnight bag.

Nadia looked up first.

Then the bag.

Then Safiya.

Then the bag again.

"...Safiya beta."

"Ji, Aunty?"

"Why do you have luggage?"

A pause.

Safiya smiled.

The kind of smile that should have been illegal.

"Funny story."

"No."

"Very funny story."

"No."

Across the room Hassan slowly lowered his chai.

Already concerned.

Rooh looked horrified.

"Tell me that's not what I think it is."

"I don't know what you're thinking."

"Safiya."

"Okay fine."

She dropped the bag dramatically beside the sofa.

"I'm coming."

Silence.

Complete silence.

Nadia blinked.

Hassan blinked.

Rooh looked personally betrayed.

"You're WHAT?"

"I'm coming."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Who invited you?"

Safiya pointed proudly at herself.

"I invited me."

"That's not how invitations work."

"I think you'll find it is."

Hassan rubbed a hand over his face.

"Safiya."

"Ji, Uncle?"

"Does your family know about this?"

"Haan."

That actually surprised everyone.

"Wait," Rooh said slowly. "They said yes?"

"After twenty-seven minutes of negotiations."

"...Negotiations?"

"I may have exaggerated how educational this trip is."

Nadia looked suspicious.

"How much did you exaggerate?"

Safiya considered it.

"...a little."

"A little?"

"I may have compared it to a cultural leadership summit."

Rooh stared.

"That's not a little."

"It's technically not a lie."

Before anyone could argue further, another voice came from the doorway.

"She's telling the truth."

Everyone turned.

A man in his late forties stood there looking deeply tired.

Safiya's father.

Mr. Qadir.

The exhausted expression suggested this was not his first battle.

Or even his hundredth.

"Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum assalam."

He looked toward Hassan.

"Bhai, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize."

"She wore us down."

"That sounds right."

"I fought bravely."

"You lost."

"I lost."

Safiya looked very pleased with herself.

"As all great leaders do."

"You are not a leader," Rooh informed her.

"I led a successful campaign."

"You committed emotional terrorism."

"Semantics."

Across the room, Nadia sighed.

"How long is she staying with us?"

"Until we come back."

Rooh looked devastated.

Safiya looked delighted.

Perfect balance.

Then, because Allah enjoyed creating problems, Safiya suddenly gasped.

"Oh my God."

Everyone immediately became nervous.

"What now?" Hassan asked.

Safiya pointed dramatically at Rooh.

"You haven't even packed snacks."

Rooh stared.

"...that's your concern?"

"Of course."

"We're going to Balochistan, not crossing the Sahara."

"Same difference."

Nearby, Mr. Qadir looked toward Hassan with the exhausted solidarity of one parent suffering alongside another.

"We can still leave her behind."

"ABBU!"

"I'm trying to help."

The betrayal was immediate.

The drama was immense.

And somehow—

the journey hadn't even started yet.

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By the time the Ansari convoy finally left Lyari, the sun was hanging high overhead and everyone had already lost a small portion of their sanity.

Mostly because of Safiya.

Naturally.

She had somehow claimed the seat beside Rooh before anyone could stop her and had spent the first fifteen minutes of the journey talking nonstop.

Not speaking.

Not conversing.

Talking.

Like a podcast nobody had subscribed to.

"And then I told him if he was going to fail the exam he should at least fail confidently."

Rooh looked out the window.

"Hm."

"Did you hear anything I just said?"

"No."

"Rude."

Across the car, Nadia hid a smile behind her sunglasses.

Hassan didn't even look up from his phone.

"You asked her three questions in one breath."

"I have talent."

"You have volume."

Meanwhile, several kilometers ahead, the Baloch convoy was suffering from an entirely different problem.

Hamza.

Unfortunately.

Inside the SUV, Donga was asleep against the window, Siyahi was pretending not to exist, and Uzair was trying to review notes on his phone.

Trying.

Being the important word.

Because Hamza clearly had other plans.

"So."

"No."

"I haven't said anything."

"You were about to."

"I was."

Hamza settled deeper into his seat.

"Do you think they're behind us?"

Silence.

"Do you think they're ahead of us?"

More silence.

"Do you think—"

"Allah."

"That's not an answer."

"It should be."

Donga opened one eye.

"Ask him if he thinks Rooh packed snacks."

Uzair looked ready to jump from the moving vehicle.

Siyahi finally spoke.

"I support throwing both of you out."

"You're jealous."

"Of what?"

"Love."

Siyahi looked offended.

Hamza looked proud.

And somehow—

the journey had only just started.

Hours passed.

Karachi slowly disappeared behind them.

The roads grew longer.

The cities became smaller.

Concrete gave way to open land.

Brown hills rose in the distance while stretches of empty road cut through the landscape beneath an endless blue sky.

Eventually, even Hamza ran out of energy.

A historic event.

The car grew quieter.

Donga slept.

Hamza dozed.

Siyahi stared out the window.

And for the first time all day, Uzair had peace.

Unfortunately—

his brain immediately betrayed him.

Because now there was nothing distracting him.

Which meant his thoughts wandered.

Straight toward Rooh.

The earrings.

The football match.

The doodh soda.

The jeep ride.

"Goodnight, Uzair."

He looked annoyed immediately.

At himself.

Mostly.

Because this was becoming ridiculous.

Several cars behind them, Rooh wasn't doing much better.

She sat beside the window watching the landscape blur past while Safiya scrolled through her phone.

Occasionally showing her random videos.

Occasionally causing emotional damage.

Mostly causing emotional damage.

"Question."

"No."

"I didn't ask yet."

"You were about to."

"Fine."

Safiya grinned.

"Do you think school security guy misses you already?"

Rooh nearly dropped her water bottle.

Across the car, Hassan slowly lowered his phone.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

"Nadia."

"Hm?"

"I think I'm getting a headache."

"That happened two hours ago."

"Fair."

Safiya looked delighted.

Rooh looked like she wanted to disappear.

And somewhere on the road to Balochistan—

fate was laughing.

Because neither convoy knew it yet.

But their first stop was getting closer.

And so was the first reunion.

Whether either of them was ready or not.

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The convoy stopped just after sunset.

Not because anyone wanted to.

Because apparently every political convoy in Pakistan eventually reached a point where half the people needed chai, the other half needed a bathroom, and Rehman had finally decided they should all stretch before continuing into the mountains.

The roadside stop wasn't much.

A petrol station.

A small restaurant.

A few plastic tables scattered beneath bright lights.

Enough.

The moment the vehicles stopped, everyone spilled out.

Faizal immediately started hunting for snacks.

Donga followed.

For entirely unrelated reasons.

Hamza claimed he was getting chai.

Nobody believed him.

Siyahi leaned against one of the vehicles, watching the chaos unfold with the exhausted expression of a man questioning every life choice that had brought him here.

Meanwhile, Uzair finally escaped the jeep.

The drive had been long.

Too long.

His shoulders ached.

His neck ached.

And Hamza had spent nearly three hours making comments.

Which was somehow worse.

For a few moments he simply stood there, stretching slightly while the evening air drifted across the parking lot.

Peaceful.

Quiet.

Normal.

Then—

another convoy pulled into the station.

Several black vehicles.

Political flags.

Security personnel.

The usual.

Uzair barely looked.

Until he heard Hamza stop talking.

Completely.

A rare and terrifying event.

"...oh."

Uzair immediately knew.

No.

Absolutely not.

Slowly—

very slowly—

he turned.

Across the parking lot, doors were opening.

People stepping out.

Hassan Ansari emerged first, already speaking to someone on the phone.

Nadia followed.

A few other family members.

Then—

Rooh.

For a second, she didn't notice him.

She adjusted her dupatta, pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and looked around the crowded stop.

Then she looked up.

And froze.

Not dramatically.

Not obviously.

Just enough.

Enough to make it clear she'd seen him.

Across the parking lot, Uzair stopped moving too.

The noise around them continued.

Cars.

Voices.

People walking past.

But for one brief moment—

everything felt strangely distant.

Rooh hadn't expected them to stop at the same place.

Uzair clearly hadn't either.

And somehow—

despite knowing they were headed to the same destination—

actually seeing each other felt different.

A little surprising.

A little ridiculous.

And far more relieving than either of them wanted to admit.

Neither moved.

Neither spoke.

Then—

on one side of the parking lot—

Hamza's grin appeared.

Dangerous.

Immediate.

Catastrophic.

And on the other side—

Safiya finally climbed out of the Ansari vehicle.

Looked toward Rooh.

Followed her line of sight.

Paused.

Then slowly—

very slowly—

grinned.

"Oh."

Allah help everyone.

Because now both idiots knew.

And that was significantly more dangerous than any political gathering waiting for them in Balochistan.

Across the parking lot, Rooh looked away first.

Uzair immediately pretended to be interested in absolutely anything else.

Too late.

Far too late.

The damage was done.

And judging by the expressions on Hamza and Safiya's faces—

their suffering was only beginning.

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Avi's Notes:

Hey! I am, in fact alive (kinda)

I rly have nothing to say rn, so

Hope you enjoyed reading!

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