Chonky Balochs (Baloch family)
WARNING - I am assuming these events are canon, characters are fictional.
The sun filtered through the ornate lattice windows of the Baloch Haveli, casting warm, golden patterns across the spacious living room. The air was filled with the soft hum of family life, distant chatter from the kitchen, the occasional cry of a baby, and the faint scent of jasmine from the courtyard garden.
In the heart of it all sat Sara, cradling her five-month-old twins on a plush embroidered cushion. Little Aisha and Ahmed were the picture of chubby perfection, their round cheeks flushed pink, tiny fists waving as they gurgled contentedly. Sara's eyes, though, held a flicker of worry as she adjusted the blanket over them.
'I just… I was so scared when they were newborns,' Sara confessed, her voice soft as she glanced up at Ulfat, who was bustling in with a tray of fresh chai and sweets. 'They seemed so small, and I kept thinking, am I doing this right? Feeding them enough? Look at them now, pure chub! What if I overdid it?'
Ulfat set the tray down on the low wooden table with a knowing smile, her dupatta slipping slightly over her shoulder as she laughed, a warm, infectious sound that echoed through the room. 'Are mera bachha, don't you fret for a second. That chonkiness? It's straight from the Balochi men genes. These little ones are just carrying on the family tradition!'
Sara blinked, a smile tugging at her lips despite herself. 'Genes? You mean… like Bhai and Uzair bhi?'
'Exactly!' Ulfat winked, settling beside her on the divan. 'Wait till you see the proof. I've got albums in the storeroom that could fill a museum. Naieem! Faisal! Come here, you two, help your Ammi dig out the treasures!'
From the adjoining veranda, where they'd been kicking a soft football around, Naieem and Faisal bounded in like eager puppies. At twelve and ten, the brothers were lanky now, but their faces still held the echoes of their baby roundness, cheeks that dimpled when they grinned. 'Albums? The baby ones?' Naieem asked, eyes lighting up with mischief. Faisal nodded vigorously, already dashing toward the storeroom door.
'Rehman! Uzair! Get in here!' Ulfat called out, her voice carrying through the haveli's arched hallways. Moments later, the two men appeared, Rehman, broad-shouldered and commanding even in his casual kurta, striding in with his usual air of quiet authority, and Uzair trailing behind, his sharp features softened by a reluctant smile.
'What's all the commotion meri jaan?' Rehman asked, dropping into an armchair with a grunt, while Uzair perched on the armrest beside Sara, gently tickling Ahmed's belly. The baby let out a delighted squeal, his chubby legs kicking in the air.
Ulfat clapped her hands together. 'Sara's been fretting over the twins' chub. I told her it's genetic, Balochi boy magic! Now, we're raiding the albums to prove it.' Uzair's eyes widened slightly. 'Albums? Bhabhi, no! Those are buried for a reason.' But his protest was half-hearted, already laced with the warmth of fond embarrassment.
Too late. Naieem and Faisal returned, arms laden with dusty, leather-bound books, their covers embossed with faded gold lettering. They dumped them on the rug with gleeful thuds, and soon the family was gathered in a cozy circle, twins propped up on cushions, chai steaming, and the albums splayed open like forbidden scrolls.
Ulfat started with the oldest one, her fingers tracing the yellowed pages reverently. 'Ah, here we go. The golden era of chonky Baloch babies. Look at this, Rehman at three months!' She held up a photo, a tiny Rehman, swaddled in a white shawl, his face a perfect sphere of pudginess, cheeks so full they seemed to spill over his ears. His eyes were squeezed shut in what looked like a milk-induced nap, a dribble of drool escaping the corner of his mouth.
Sara gasped, then burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand. 'Bhai! Is that really you? You look like a little dough ball!'
Rehman leaned forward, squinting at the image, his stern facade cracking into a rare, sheepish grin. 'Yeh… that was a long time ago. Blame the birth-givers, they fed me like a prize buffalo.' But his ears were turning pink, and he shifted in his seat, crossing his arms as if to ward off the teasing.
'Haan haan bilkul' Ulfat teased, flipping to the next page. 'And here's Uzair at the same age, your mini-me! Look at those thighs, thicker than my bangles!' The photo showed baby Uzair, bald as an egg, grinning toothlessly at the camera, his arms and legs dimpled with rolls of baby fat. He was clutching a rattle, but it looked comically small in his chubby grip.
Uzair groaned, burying his face in his hands, but peeking through his fingers. 'Bhabhi, please! Sara, don't look, it's embarrassing.' Yet his voice was muffled with laughter, and he couldn't hide the mushy warmth in his eyes as Sara leaned against him, giggling.
'I think it's adorable!' Sara exclaimed, reaching over to squeeze his knee. 'No wonder our twins take after you. Ahmed's got your exact chin dimple, see?' She pointed to the baby boy, who was now gnawing on his own fist, oblivious to the family revelry.
Naieem snatched the album, flipping ahead eagerly. 'Wait till you see Abbu and Chachu as toddlers. Faisal, remember this one?' He held up a picture of Rehman and Uzair, maybe uzair being two years old, sitting in a sandbox. Both were gloriously round, covered in sand that clung to their sweaty, chubby cheeks. Rehman had a toy truck in one hand and a fistful of dirt in the other, while Uzair beamed beside him, his belly protruding like a little pot.
Faisal howled with laughter, rolling onto his back on the rug. 'Chachu, you look like you ate the whole truck! Aur Abbu, your face, pure gangster even then, but with extra padding!'
Rehman shot his sons a mock glare, but his lips twitched. 'Oi, you two. Enjoy it while it lasts, tumhari bhi baari aayegi beta.' His voice was gruff, but the blush creeping up his neck betrayed him, turning the feared Lyari boss into a flustered family man.
Ulfat wiped a tear of mirth from her eye, pulling out the second album. 'Speaking of which… Naieem and Faisal's reign of chub. Sara, you've only seen a few snapshots, these are the uncut gems.' The pages revealed baby Naieem, at six months, lounging in a bassinet like a tiny king, his arms folded over a belly that jiggled with every coo. Next to him, an even younger Faisal, caught mid-crawl, his diaper barely containing the rolls cascading down his back.
Sara's worry melted away completely as she traced the photos with her finger. 'Oh my god, they're identical to the twins! Look at those cheeks, Faisal, you could’ve been a pillow!' The boys didn't mind, in fact, Naieem puffed out his chest proudly. 'Yeah, but it made me strong! All that baby muscle.' Faisal nodded, striking a silly pose. 'And cute! Girls loved my dimples back in school.'
The teasing escalated from there, a whirlwind of laughter and playful jabs that filled the haveli like music. Ulfat turned to Rehman, waving a photo of him in a high chair, smeared with what looked like mashed bananas. 'Remember this? You threw a tantrum because you wanted more food. Chonky and demanding, even as a baby! Akhlaq told me this'
Rehman grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, his face a delightful mix of grumpiness and affection. 'Ulfat, you're killing me here. I was a growing boy.' But he couldn't stay mad, when Aisha let out a bubbly laugh from her spot on the cushion, he reached over and scooped her up, bouncing her gently. 'See? This one's got the family curse already. But it's a good curse.'
Sara joined in mercilessly, turning to Uzair with a photo of him in a tiny sherwani, looking like a stuffed teddy bear. 'Uzair, jaan, how did you even walk with all that fluff? No wonder you're so protective now, you were the chubbiest bodyguard in Lyari history!'
Uzair's cheeks burned crimson, but he pulled Sara close, planting a kiss on her temple. 'Stop it, both of you. I'm grumpy now, no chubby, happy?' His tone was mushy, though, laced with that soft embarrassment that made Sara's heart swell. He tickled Ahmed's foot, eliciting more giggles. 'But fine, if it makes you stop worrying… yeah, the twins are perfect. Just like their dad was.'
Naieem and Faisal were in stitches, taking turns holding up photos and narrating dramatic tales. 'And here's when Chachu tried to run, look at those legs churning! Like little pistons in a chub machine!' Naieem declared, while Faisal added, 'Abbu, you and the cake photo, remember? You dove face-first into it at your first birthday. Epic!'
Rehman chuckled despite himself, the sound deep and rumbling. 'You rascals. One day, when your kids come along, I'll have albums ready for payback.' But his eyes sparkled with joy, the family bond wrapping around them like the haveli's sturdy walls.
Ulfat closed the last album with a satisfied sigh, stacking them neatly. 'See, Sara? It's all in the genes. Balochi boys are born to be chonky, strong, and full of life. Our twins are thriving because they're loved, just like these boys were.'
Sara nodded, her earlier anxiety vanished, replaced by a glow of contentment. She leaned back against Uzair, watching as Rehman passed Aisha to Ulfat, who cooed at her while Faisal made funny faces at Ahmed. The twins babbled happily, their chubby hands reaching out, as if joining in the fun.
The afternoon stretched on in fluffy waves of chatter and chai refills. Uzair, still blushing from the teasing, whispered to Sara, 'Next time, we're hiding our babies' photos forever.' But his grin said otherwise, he wouldn't trade this mushy, grumpy moment for anything.
Naieem and Faisal, reveling in their own spotlight, started a game of 'Chonky Charades,' mimicking their fathers' baby poses to peals of laughter. Rehman pretended to scowl but joined in, hoisting Faisal onto his shoulders for a victory lap around the room. Ulfat and Sara exchanged glances, their teasing softened into pure, heartwarming delight.
In the Baloch Haveli, amid the echoes of gangster legacies and family lore, the chonkiness wasn't just a joke, it was a thread weaving them all together, cute and unbreakable.
TELL ME HOW WAS THIS ONE-SHOT SWEETCHEEKS???
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