Author's note : Uzair is such a tall drink of water I just had to write for him. Again this is for the character Danish Pandor played in dhurandhar not the real Uzair Baloch. Also, my first language is not urdu so please excuse any mistakes.
Content : mostly fluff, Uzair being absolutely smitten with the reader. Jealousy. Uzair is a little stalker. Sad uzair. I don't know, yaar😭😭😭 I'll just add if there's any more! Desi girls, here you go!💌
Uzair was now standing on the topmost floor of the lyari medical college, just like every other evening, after the meeting with the dean and the principal of the college about damn finances and boring stuff that rehman's money bought them. His eyes found the beautiful large common balcony of the girls hostel awaiting...you.
He had lied to Rehman about taking a smoke break and rushed to the top floor to see the goddess that graced his eyes every dawn and dusk the past few days. He was always out of sight because he didn't wish to make you uncomfortable, just wanting to admire the graceful moves of your dance and your exotic beauty.
He was panting slightly when he reached the terrace, his eyes immediately finding your hourglass silhouette, today in a modest red anarkali, your thick braid swaying as you set the small speaker on the floor. He heard the soft classical music and your beautiful anklets as you danced with such elegance. He loved how your skin shone in the soft light of the dawn and even during the sunsets. He could see your kohl-lined eyes, the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen as he leaned on the railing.
This had become a routine, he would secretly go to the top floor of the surrounding buildings or the college itself and gaze at your dancing every morning and evening. He remembered slyly asking the principal about the dancing student..
"Woh ladki kaun hai jo classical dance karti hai har subha aur shyam?"
(Who's that girl who does the classical dance every morning and night?)
"Arre, woh tho hamara ek student hai bharat se, unke papa kuch officer hai...Haan! Zarwari saheb ke dharam kanya hai."
(Arre, she's one of our students from India, her father is some officer... Yeah! She's Zarwari sir's goddaughter.)
Uzair was intrigued. You're the goddaughter of Zarwari saheb. Your father must be friends with him. He finally understood why you danced so confidently in this college at such hours. You must be really passionate about the art.
Uzair walked past you several times when he visited the college regarding work. He would be awestruck every single time, your hair gently brushing his arm as you rushed to class, clutching your coat and stethoscope.
One day, he was talking to Rehman about the loans, the amounts taken by the college right out in the campus grounds as Rehman leaned on the car door. Uzair was going on about the numbers and accounts when he just stopped suddenly at the sight of you walking down the stairs. Rehman was confused and followed Uzair's gaze to you.
Uzair panicked and rambled nonsense.
"Bhai, kuch nahi bas ese hi-"
Rehman smirked looking back at his lovesick cousin.
Uzair sighed knowing his secret is out in the open now.
Rehman insists on him confessing quickly before someone else takes you away. Uzair didn't meet Rehman's eyes as he teased him. And soon enough, all of Rehman's men, Donga, Hamza and even Siyahi tease Uzair about "Choti Bhabhi". Uzair is always blushing like a tomato before smacking them on the back of their heads.
Uzair decided to take Rehman's advice and confess soon. He's now changed twice, and putting on attar before practicing in the mirror. He just shakes his head, embarassed before walking out onto the porch where Hamza awaits.
Hamza smirks not wasting the opportunity to tease.
"Attr thoda zyada nahi hua?"
(Don't you think that's too much perfume?)
Uzair rubs his forehead as if smacking himself for his own stupidity.
"Pata tha! Mein nahake aata hu-"
(I knew it! I'll go shower and come-)
Hamza laughs, noticing the panic in Uzair's voice.
"Arre, bas chhed raha tha, bhai!"
(I was just teasing you, bhai!)
Uzair glared at him and got in the passenger seat. Hamza noticed the trembling fingers on uzair's lap as he drove to the college that evening when he knew "choti bhabhi's" class usually ended.
Uzair was now walking to and fro outside the parked car, as hamza leaned on the back of the car, enjoying a cigarette.
"Aap is tarah chalte phirte mati khudin ge."
(You'll dig up mud walking to and fro like that.)
Hamza was laughing as Uzair just shook his head at him. He was the kind of man who killed with his bare hands, the same hands efficient with guns and blades now trembling at the thought of confessing his love to a girl.
Uzair felt his heart beat out of his chest as he finally noticed you walking out of your class in a blue kurti and salwar pants, your hair in a messy braid. You looked ethereal in the evening sun, skin shining like gold. Uzair put his hand over his chest, as if stopping his heart from beating too fast and falling at your feet.
That's when he noticed Zarwari's youngest son, Amaan, walking with you, talking to you animatedly and making you laugh. Uzair felt the green coils of jealousy prick at his heart as he glared at the little shit that was patting you shoulder and probably talking nonsense to his girl. Uzair watched you walk with that idiot before Amaan turned back to get into his own car and leave.
Uzair collapsed against the passenger seat, sighing loudly. Hamza asked through the driver's seat window.
Uzair said in a monotonous voice.
Hamza didn't want to tease Uzair, noticing the disappointment radiating off his tall stature as he sat beside him. The bouquet now rested on the dashboard of the car, his eyes downcast as he absentmindedly traced at the small scars on his hand.
Uzair didn't say anything, he just went into his room. He couldn't eat. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't even breathe comfortably. All he could see was the memory of your diamond-like eyes looking up at that little shit and smiling and laughing at his jokes. What did that idiot even do to make you that comfortable with him?? He remembered how that idiot's hands held your shoulders as he talked too close to your face. He could feel the pang of jealousy rising again, so he took in a huge puff of the cigarette, the cherry blazing red.
He was out on the balcony at 1 in the morning, cigarette hanging from his lips as he thought about what to do next. No way he's going to let go of you. You had etched yourself into his soul. His soul now only a slave of yours.
The next day, he drove to the college at dawn, alone. He walked up the stairs of the girl's hostel to the common balcony, his ears already hearing the rhythmic thump of your soft feet and those anklets jingling like a melody as you danced upstairs.
He finally reached, leaning on the doorway to the balcony, gazing at your elegant moves. It's such a beautiful sight, the sun rising over the horizon, an angel celebrating it's rise with her practiced moves. You suddenly froze, slightly panting from your dance when you noticed...him.
Just as he was about to speak, your magnetic gaze still held him captive.
Our moment was interrupted when Amaan walked in with books.
"Shukriya, behen. Bohot madad kardiye exams ko aapke notes. Ye lijiye."
(Thank you, sister. It was a huge help for the exams, your notes. Here.)
Amaan placed your old notebooks in your hands as you nodded at him with a soft smile. He was turning to leave when he finally noticed the tall man and addressed him.
"Arre, Uzair bhai! Aap yaha kya kar rahe ho?"
(Arre, Uzair bhai! What are you doing here?)
Uzair found it hard to look away from you as he glared at Amaan at how easily he entered and talked to his girl. But, he grit his teeth and answered in a monotonous tone.
"Haan haan, bas thoda kaam tha hostel ke funds ke saath."
(Yeah yeah, I just had some work at the hostel regarding funds.)
Amaan nodded, noticing his guarded words, finally leaving before saying,
"Accha, tho mein chalta hu-"
(Alright, so I'll be going-)
Amaan ran off like he was afraid of Uzair.You noticed the tall man still glaring at Amaan as he rushed down the stairs.
"...Mera chota bhai jaisa hai."
(...He's like my little brother.)
He turned towards your soft voice. Little brother. That calmed him a little. Only a little. That prick was too handsy with you. He met your gaze and he's nervous again. He blurted out.
"Bohot accha naachte ho aap-"
Real smooth, uzair. He mentally facepalmed himself.
You raised your brows surprised at his compliment as you thanked him softly.
Uzair was taking in yourr soft features.. those eyes, kohl-lined and hooking into his soul. Uzair wanted to know your name.
You looked up at him, folding your arms over your chest.
"...Aap mujhe har subha aur shaam ko dekhte the lekin aap mere naam nahi jaante?"
(...You used to look at me every dawn and dusk but you don't know my name?)
Uzair was the surprised one now. So, you had noticed him all those times. He felt himself blush and he blurted out random words making you laugh! She laughed at his pitiful state but his heart soared at the soft sound. Then, you told him your name.
He admired you with his eyes, pure devotion shining through as you both spoke freely after you finally told him your name and the part of India you're from.
He was listening to you, hanging onto your every word. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He felt like his heart would burst from all the devotion and adoration he hid in his heart this long. He had finally confessed to you.
"...Aapne mujhe ishq ke jhel mein phasa liye hai. Aur mein wahaan hamesha ke liye rahna chahta hu. Mein waadah karta hu, aapki bohot khayaal rakhunga. Kya aap mere mehbooba banenge?"
(...You have trapped me in the web of love. And, I want to stay there forever. I promise I will take good care of you. Will you be my beloved?)
He remembered how you nodded shyly at his poetic words. You could see that he had rehearsed a big speech full of poems and yearning words but his simple words made your heart beat faster because this wasn't rehearsed. It flowed out naturally in its own true way.
It was a Saturday and you only had half-day classes. Uzair arrived in his motorcycle to pick you up. He beamed as he saw you run to him in that soft pink churidar and white palazzo pants. Your hair was still slightly cool from the shower. His gaze fell to the beautiful jhumkas he bought you. He hugged you as you ran and crashed into his arms, your head right over his chest. His arms held you tightly as he bent to place a soft kiss on the crown of your head.
Right now, he held your hand and helped you get on his motorcycle so that you can finally spend some time near the hills and the river. He loved feeling your small hands hold tighter onto his chest as he accelerated the bike, the feeling of your hair brushing his fingers or his cheek. There is nothing softer in the world, he thought. You would run to the riverside even before he parked and he would run after you laughing and lightly scolding you to be careful, picking you up and spinning you around.
He would kiss your cheeks out of nowhere when you were yapping about classes or friends. You would just turn away shyly as he pinched at them gently. You wished to kiss him like that too but he's too tall for you to reach his cheeks and you pouted to yourself.
You pulled at his collar, standing on your toetips as you kissed his cheeks. He chuckled at your "cute revenge".
"...Please, bas ek baar choomne dho na inn naram hoothon par?"
(...Please, just once let me kiss you on these soft lips?)
You pouted not wanting to admit that he's too tall for you to kiss properly.
"Mujhe bharosa nahi karte?"
"Phir kyun?! Mein tumse bohot pyaar karti hu! Tumse hi nikkah karungi! Sirf tum! Hamesha ke liye-"
(Then why?! I love you so much! I will only marry you! Only you! Forever-)
"Aap bohot lambe ho mein aap thak pohach bhi nahi sakti!"
(You're too tall I can't even reach you!)
That made him let out a small laugh not wanting to tease your short height. You glared at him with narrowed eyes to see if he is going to laugh more but he just covers it with a fake clearing of his throat, before carrying you to make you sit on a tall big stone nearby. You yelped when he lifted you and seated you on that big stone finally, face to face with him.
You were nervous now, glancing at his eyes and lips. You closed your eyes, awaiting the soft press of his lips against yours. Uzair gazed into your eyes, his lips darting towards your round and soft lips before looking into your eyes to see if your were sure. When you closed your eyes, he leaned in to softly press his lips against yours. He gently brushed his lips against yours once, twice and then, pulled away. You were smiling biting your lower lip, not meeting his eyes yet.
He could sense your shyness, so he decided to hug you and press a soft kiss against your forehead. He softly whispered as if he's been learning to say those three little english words that he's only seen in movies growing up.
You finally looked up at him, repeating the phrase.
He let out a childish smile, as he softly peppered kisses on your cheeks, tickling you.
You were both now laying on a thick picnic blanket by the river. You turned to see him already looking at you. You blushed as you started to speak.
"...waise...mein aapko bhi dekhti thi thab, ki yeh banda kaun hai jo mujhe practice karte hue dekhta rahta hai-"
(...by the way...I used to notice you too back then, like who's this man who's watching me practice-)
He gazed at you as you yapped on...recalling every dawn and dusk where you noticed him. You were oblivious to his worshipping gaze as you kept on speaking. But, his heart is just happily fluttering that his admiration was never unrequited from the start. You had noticed him too and that sent a flutter in his heart. Maybe you really were meant to be...
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