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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- biro yaya part 2 i hope i am not updating too late but i really cant help it with college starting, very divergent from the actual plot of the movie
Trigger warnings- Age gap 32-21, neglected child, child abuse, explicit content, non/dub con kissing and humping, drug use
You watched around the dark room, the only light being the one that entered through the edges of the door dimly lightening up the room, your eyes adjusted to the gray and the tears that haven't stopped flowing. The room though it looked abandoned it offered a comfortable double bed and another door that you were sure was the bathroom, rest of it were just empty shelves and thing that did not have any use anymore cluttered in a corner or in between the way to the bed, a broken lamp, old newspapers bundles and what not.ย
You looked back at the torn off cloth in your hand, it was the first time in 15 years when your โfatherโ had chosen out something for you to gift, or given you a gift at all and possibly the last memory you would have had of him and now even that was torn, the short lived fate of the luxury reminded you very much of your own pity. And once again your fate has been decided from a man who found glory in revenge regardless of the ruination that followed, your โfatherโ only cared for his pride, his possession as he killed your abbu jaan and the same way Uzair had ended a life as if any of them were innocent in this game and the constant hoarder of their pain becoming you.ย
Who were they? and were you any less deserving of life than them, who are these people and why do they get to decide where your life landed up next. You weren't going to take this quietly for once .
You refused to use the bed, and sleep didn't came and when it did you don't remember, the room in light looked worse when you realised the clutter wasn't clutter at all, it was all liven in things, the 8th grade books, a wearing off bat in the corner, inflated footballs just memories of life that didn't exist anymore
The door creeped open a inch, โ Uth gayi?โ Followed by a raspy voice you didn't recognize. You put your hand at your chest walking slow to the opening, peeking out to see a burly tanned man, his hair so lucious it put yours to shame. โMhmโ You nodded mumbling, โ Yeh kapde pehen lo uske baad Uzair bhai tumse baat karne aayengeโ
It was an old faded out kurta but you did notย have the privilege of choice right now so you pulled down whatever shabby cloth they had given you over your body, you honestly did not know what to expect of them what you knew was that by chance you had escaped the worst case scenario of becoming a toy but you still couldnโt be sure and let your guard down so quick.ย
You followed him to wherever he led, watching the pale beige of the walls pairedย with the beautiful antiques of the house, it wasn't the modern luxurious houses you were used to seeing in your area this was a regalย property where every furniture and design was a quiet opulence, the sunlight dangled so prettily from the stained glass arch, the canvas for its kaleidoscope being the wall just opposite to it. You have admired it for so long you did not realise when you had forgotten to look forward until you had bumped with a sofa.ย
You sat down quietly forced to fiddle your eyes around the house now that the man in front of you had decided not to disclose anything further to you, forced to watch a house that felt more like home than you ever had in the 15 years you spent in your โfatherโsโ house, each photo hung up on the wall made you pause and see the liveliness through it, made you wonder what stories it had to tell before nothing remained. Yes the sofa cover was wearing out slightly, the side of coffee table scratched and the top left with indentations of the tea that trickled to the bottom of the cup, it felt strange to be so close to it the same way you had felt about the left behind belongings from your room it was strangely intimate to watch things yearn for their owners once they had left.
The door from the other side opened loudly followed by three burly men now standing around you,
โ Aslam ke baaki log kaha hai?โ
Asked the green eyed man, you wanted to reply back and give them back the firm answer you had - You did not know, your father who couldn't even share glances with you let alone share his secrets like that was almost comical to hear. The memory of the wound etched into his head made you flinch involuntarily, clutching at the salwar, the blood shed you saw when he dragged you out, how it pooled at the floor carrying out to the door step of your house, then why were you spared? The last thing you heard there were his men panicking about how he should not have killed Aslam there because it meant incomplete information.ย
You were only alive right now, because they believed you knew the things that they weren't able to extract from him so you had to play along. Putting on faces wasn't an anomaly to you so you did as you soughtย
โMujhe nahi pataโ You said naively enough to make yourself look guilty, the lighter clicked loudly through the tense atmosphere, your eyes were to shoot up before you forced them to relax and look up and slow because you already knew who it was going to be. Uzair stood leaned up against the wall watching you from his peripheral vision, his mood, expression unchanged from it was last night.
โ Lyari task force ka office kaha hai?โย
โ Mujhe nahi pataโ
You repeated back more stubbornly holding up the perfect spoiled brat personality that you have never livedย ย
The same question repeated for two days, stuck in your head in a loop- how many men were involved? Where is the office? Who funded the operation? Where is the rest of your family? Were there any politicians involved and with how oblivious your answer got the more the privilege of food was taken away and reduced to a sookhi roti by day three. And by three you were acquainted with the names of the men who interrogated you- Hamza, Dhonga, Siyahi, Yusuf. You only cared for these names because they were the one most closely associated with Uzair, and you tried your best to slip in a normal conversation in between which they almost always allowed and the second conversation got lighter Uzair left and so did his burning stare.
That night he watched you shivering on the floor, with your beloved gift ripped with his very hand in the depth of the dark you could still decipher the strange hunger he watched your face with and how you could still feel it linger in the way he watched you from the sidelines, and has not spoken to you not until now.
You remember being 13 and watching him with starry eyes on the tv while your โfatherโ cursed out loud about Rehman, when you couldn't find the relief of sleep at night you sat alongside Aslam watching the boring new and to you even the pixelated Uzair on the screen was a delight, had you kicking your feet more than your favourite actor ever did, you remember being 16 catching just a glimpse of him passing by, fast enough you couldn't see his face that disappeared into corner of the road but that presence remained with you for long before you had your first boyfriend.
Rihaan became your escape from the world, a sweet smart boy who helped you with academics, late evening study session that turned into something else entirely and you were in love you swore you were but you hid yourself from him at times, never let him into the reality of your house but the way your whole days went without a call from your โfatherโ should have spoken enough for him. You had given him your every firsts, your first kiss, your first night, your first love and being with him was not a problem usually because its not like anyone cared enough to check upon where and who you were roaming with.ย
Two years passed in the perfect teenage fantasy before life had a purpose for him, he needed to study further and well you- how could you tell him your father simply did not care for what you have achieved and soon he was away, you promised each other you would stay in touch but the eventual drift was heartbreaking but eventually the truth you had to accept when you rung up his phone ten times and he did not picked up. The small chapter closed but it blew wind to the feelings that you had buried back two years ago dismissing it as a childish infatuation with a thing you were specifically taught to stay away from.ย
The day you were crying quietly in the corner of a crowded street, watching the blurred vision of the phone in front of you watching it go off again and again, it was one of those days when you could not act like you accepted the realityย of your first love leaving you, to Uzair you were just a crying girl on the road that he thrown- offered his handkerchief to and disappear back into the world he belonged to.
It became a routine for you now, staring out of the bounded window of the jhaaliย had you squinting your eyes at first till you became detached watching the vehicles pass by mindlessly with the bedim view of outside with the criss cross patterns in front of your eyes . You had even started to recognise their footsteps fueled by your instinct to survive.
ย Today was no different, the door swung open revealing Donga, Hamza,Siyahi and Yusufย
โYe iska roz ka ho gaya hai ab. Kuch bolti nahi. Bhai kyu bhejte hai kya pata. Sirf vakt barbaad karti hai,โ Donga said to the others, exasperation evident in his expressionย
โAgar ladka hoti toh maar kar sab bulwa lete. Par vo bhi nahi kar sakte,โ Hamza added his voice reeking with desperation to extract information from you and at times it was hard for him to watch what Uzair was becoming into
โLekin isse hum muft me kitne din aur rakhenge? Paalne ke liye thodi laaye hai isseโ Yusuf added, making all of them nod in exasperation . โ Kuch kaam karwate hai, ameer ghar ki ladki hai jyada din nahi jhel paayiย khud thak kar sab bata degi,โ Yusuf suggested the softest torture method they ever had to come up with.
But these people weren't your friends and the words from their mouth did not particularly meant the same as they did for you
โOh madam, kaam kya kar leti ho tum?โ
You felt a wave of embarrassment and dread wash over you because how could you tell them that you had never worked a day in your life and what if they made you do disgusting stuff for them? It was a game of pride you had known that with the time spent with your โfatherโ and whats more humiliating than taking away what's considered your dignity in the society, and lose all autonomy to this men, after all how would they know all the hurt in a house full of menย
(oh baby you dont know)ย
Thatโs all you could hear in your head and suddenly wished Uzair had killed you too after he had killed your โfatherโ without a speck of emotion on his faceย
Donga repeated his question, voice a tad bit higher, at the same time Uzair entered finding himself to be perched cooly against one of the corners watching you with same coldness that ensued everydayย
โMene kuch puchha?! Kya kaam kar leti ho?โ
โVo basโฆpaani ubalne aata haiโ You whisperedย ย
โ Aur khaane mei kya banana aata hai?โย
โNoodles bana leti ..ho bas ek baar jalaya thaโย
โ VAAH ubalte hue paani mei noodles daalna hai tumhare liye khaana banana? Aur usmien bhi tumne jala diya???โ The absurdity toned down the atmosphere of the room making the men break into smiles they knew were not appropriate in the situation
Uzair breathed too hard for too long, running his hands up his hair, messing it up the heave of his chest growing tighter and faster when the laugh continuedย
โMAZAAK LAGTA HAI TUJHE YEH SAB?!โ
The venom in his voice made you flinch, making every breath feel like a task. He stepped closer to you and leaned down, his face inches away from your own, he reeked of alcohol, intensifying your terror for you were unaware of his next moveย
His hand dug into the line of your jaw, his thumb finding place at the side of your mouth from the way it engulfed the whole curve of your face,
ย โ Muh khol kuch puch raha hoon kuch tujhseโย
You whimpered your eyes going teary with how harshly he was holding youย
(gandu Uzair)ย
ย โ Bol, tera baap toh bahut bolta thaโย
He snarled in your face and no matter how hard you tried to play it cool you were scared, nothing could foretell what was going to happen to you if you continued to live with them ,continued to act this way and above all you were all alone. His roughness made you feel your heart wasย in your mouth but the proximity tingled down your spine, the warmth of his coarse hand spreading throughout your body, to the flush of your cheeks that you were glad you could hide in the guise of tears and the perilous heat that settled heavy between your legs.
He pulled back standing up straight with his grip everchanging on your face. Were you to posit this pull at the sight of his furrowed dense eyebrows and the ways his eyes watched down you, how he didn't put the effort to lean in to you to face letting his eyes do the work effortlessly and the way you could sense his thumb inching closer at times to the side of your mouth, it felt intimate the violence the hate from both of you mixing dangerously with an unsaid feeling that men and women like you weren't supposed to have given the situation this tension was born from him.
He is your fatherโs murderer and in his eyes you were just as guilty as your father to snatch his second chance to live, to destroy what was never his in the first place and after years of the life he spent under Rehmanโs shelter and shadow he was once again the boy who had lost both his parents in front of his eyes and watched helplessly but only this time he wasn't helpless, he could have saved Rehman one changed decision and his brother would have been alive, and this house wouldn't have felt so haunting.ย
He tried to watch you with the same loathe but unwillingly the sight of you standing there in the crowd while he decided Arshadโs fate crept in and how genuinely innocent and blameless you looked staring at him with nothing but terror and how your fear reduced to a fraction when his eyes met yours, he did not know that he was capable of such softness anymore when all that stirred in his heart was pain and abhorrence.
โBolโ he said coldly, squeezing your jaw tighter to muffle the thoughts in his head from the impact your lips parted. Both of you paused, eyes meeting to convey the same feeling of restlessness. You let him do as pleased, watching the rough pad of his thumb brush again at the side of your mouth to trace the edge of your lips, you shivered blinking up at him.
His body fought to stand still at the feel of the moisture from your tender lips that he admired from afar in the dead of the night, without further intel from his consciousness his thumb slipped into your mouth pressing at your tongue. The agitation of the softness, the velvety bumps of your tongue along with your salvia sticking to his skin that gave him a pleasure so depraved, and the hot breath that surrounded his skin added fuel to the fire. He did not say anything but the side of his mouth twitched his jaw tightening to keep in the low groan that threatened to leak out at the idea of that warm mouth to wrap around his cock, all the sense that he disappeared into thin air.
He dragged his slick finger back out smearing your own fluid past your lips, pushing down the plump bottom lip till it touched back at your skin before thrusting his thumb back in, your eyes rolled back for a second lips going to purse around the salty foreign object in your mouth, the heat between your legs elapsing all at the same point to the small bud that ached painfully. You wanted to bob your head show him how good you will be
Hamza choked out loud turning away, Uzair pulled away abruptly muttering curses under his breathย
There was a significant change in your daily activities now, from sitting by the window to doing all the housework . It was obviously not a pleasant change. Most changes are not pleasant. The first few days went terrible, constant criticism and yelling for not doing the work properly. Over the course of a few weeks you thought you had mastered it but it was completely opposite to Uzairโs opinion.ย
He chided you daily, barged in your room when he saw fit and asked you questions about your โfather.โ
All of this had started to drain you emotionally as well as physically, your eyes had begun to look sunken, your cheeks slightly hollow, the suppleness long gone, you had forgotten how the warm rays of the sun felt on your skin when you stepped outside, you were confined with no means of escape.
After your finger tips had wrinkled from wringing out the wet cloth to used to sweep the floor for the third time now, you plopped down exhausted on the floor. Your dupatta starting from your shoulder ending tied at the side of your waist leaned up againt the water bucket on the floor. Aslam house didn't withold any pity for you and your loneliness but you atleast lived the life of luxury, and your abbu jaan never even let you eat with your own hands whenever he was home, feeding you dinner in his lap while you talked about your daughter, he didn't want the dirt of the society touch his innocent child, didn't want the means she was born of become a bane of her existence but it did.ย
You wondered if he saw you like this what would he think?ย
โ Kaam karne bola hai ya sone bola hai?โ Uzair voice carried through the courtyard bursting your small bubble of thoughts,ย
โ Kaam karliya maine โ you whispered politely
โ Isko saaf kehte hai? Puri gandgi dikh rahi hai abhi bhiโ You both knew that wasn't the truth and somehow that made it more frustrating.ย
Three times you have run the cloth across the floor over this massive acres of land and he is asking you to do it all over again?ย Barely hold back your vexation you replied through gritted teeth
โ Aapki aankhien kamzoor hogi meri nahiโย
It was rude, you weren't supposed to say it but offending wasn't the first thing to catch at his face it was challenge turning the straight line of his lips downward.
โ Theek hai fir ya toh mera kamra saaf kardo ya fir firse pura farsh saaf karโย
His room fell straight in your vision from the room were kept captive in ,on the very opposite end but still visible and you were aware of the dishonourable state of his room today, with the clothes thrown out and heaping on the floor, and how the bedsheets were discarded half off the bed. The task wasn't to clean the room it was to withstand his gaze as you worked, and no you did not want to be in his room and work around in the stuff air of everything being his, did not want to want to see all of life pushed up at photos on shelves and see him as an human, be in the space he sprawled in every night it was all just too intimate. But a challenge was a challenge and you yourself had not felt that spark to prove yourself in three years now and Uzair aggravated the emotion at how hate was not the only thing you felt when you looked at him.
โ Thee hai mai aapka kamra saaf karungiโ You dragged yourself up and into his room, you forced yourself to focus your eyes ahead and keep them only and only on the pile of clothes to avoid being swayed the intoxicating smell of him that flooded the room, that felt your bones feel al little too weaker.ย
You posed yourself carefully making your cleavage spilled out as you worked that you bent over one to many times for himself to keep his face straight, if he was going to torture you with his ravenous eyes you were going to put him through the same suffering of the sight he cant, cant touch.
He grabbed you by the arm, โApne kamre mei jaaโ He shoved you out of the room breathing heavily shutting the door close with a loud bang but even after you could feel the tremor of his hands from outside the doorย
On the same day in the evening when Uzair and his men had decided to bother you (again) to ask you questions about your โfathersโ doings using words and names of people you had never heard in the entirety of your existence. Your fury had reached its crest, all of it overwhelmed you, the constant condemnation despite your best efforts and to top it all of the questioning irritated you to infinite ends. In the heat of the moment your bursted,
โKya hai ye roz ka?! Ye admi kaun hai! Isse kabhi dekha kya?! Ye kaha hai?! Vo kaha hai! Mera baap kya karta tha?! Ja ye kaam! Ja vo jakar bana! Thak gayi hu me! Khuda ke liye mujhe baksh do!! Saans nahi li jaati mujhse yahaโ
Uzair did not counter back he just repeat the same question that you had heard so many times by now it made your fist clench
โ Task force ka office kaha hai?โ
โ MUJHE NAHI PATA! AUR PATA HOTA BHI TOH MAI AAPKO NAHI BATATI!!โ You shouted the frustation getting at the last of your nerves and patience.
You regretted these words the second they came out of your mouth when Uzair ordered all his men to leave the rooms and stood up the movement so absolute it sent shivers down your spine. You watched around the room for mercy from everyone inside the room but they all avoided your eyes โ Rehne do Uzair bhai koi baat nahi bacchi haiโ Dhonga tried to reason with him ,but he dismissed them all out of with nothing but quietness
ย The door closed behind them leaving you stranded with him you took hurried steps back watching the sudden aggressiveness show through him as his veins pulled taut the scuttled movement send you stumbling back, your head hitting the bed frame as your body slid back against the wood , you winced in pain but you knew what was coming your way was far worse.ย
โ Tameez se jawab de de varna mujhe aur bhi tareeke pata haiโ
Uzair added coldly, crouching down on the floor, his eyes boring into your soul as he folded the sleeves of his pathani suit, you gulped for you were sure that you had finally broken what little dignity he was holding himself up to; to at least not raise his hand at a woman. His hand grabbed at your jaw it was the same familiar movement only the amit of that day was gone replaced with the harshness of a man who had been driven heinous from his grief โ Bol kya pata hai tujheโ โ Mujhe sach mei kuch nahi pata pleaseโ Your whimpered plea was cut off as his grip tightened .ย You saw him raise his other hand in a slap which made your primordially flinch and close your eyes, a quiet sob leaving your lips.ย
Aslam had slapped you once when you made the mistake of touching the photo frame of your mother and breaking it into pieces, he moved in instinct his hand connecting with your tiny cheek in a harsh blow that knocked a baby tooth out of your mouth, that was the first and the last time but it had stayed with you for years, the terror into your heart.
The feel of his heavy hand striking your flesh never came only the delicate brush of his finger as he swept the stray wave out of your face, the hand on your jaw falling to his side as he dawdled trailing his finger tips to the corner of your eyes where the tears formed, you had forgotten how to breathe, how to get your eyes to open again and if you would ever be able to handle that softness that must be on his face right now.ย
He hand travelled from the arch of your cheek to the back of your head, you felt the shift and the warmth of his body close- he was pulling you into his chest.
You remained stuck in place, feeling your own face as a stranger as it settled into hard plane of his chest, his lips touched at the top of you heard but the action so gentle it got passed and disappeared into the air before you could even be sure if what you felt was correct but the feeling of beating heart made you believe in it.
โSorryโ he whispered without any explanation leaving you with a departure that felt like breaking into pieces.
For the whole evening you did not see him, your eyes unwillingly glancing again and again the closed off door to his bedroom, you heard the sound of the skidding car outside the haveli and Uzair fuming as he strided back into his house.ย
You wondered if that gloominess was directed at you again but he went straight to his room ignoring Hamza tired sighs, you heard the clatter of things being knocked over as he desperately searched for something and then it went quiet all of a sudden, curiously you turned your headย
He spread out the white power at the tableย in a thin line, he took a second staring down at the mess he had created himself before pressing on finger at the side of his nose leaning in to snort in the line, he huffed up falling back into couch, barely breathing his eyes wild but you also saw the tears glistening them, you tried not to care, tried to shut off the the visual of his pain with wood that would conceal, but you could not bring yourself to, instead keeping the door open by a few inches.
The moon had been up in the sky for hours now, the usual silence of the night taking over. It was late even for the gangster whose work began in the dark leaving behind haveli empty and solace.Uzair watched you from the narrow opening of your door, though exhausted from work sleep never come easy and it never had since you were 6, the fear of what will cross your mind next when you closed your eyes scared you, tired you with how the visuals of the death remained still fresh in your heart.
You reached your hand back at the dori of the kurta, unfastening the fabric to get ready for bed. His large hand hauled you back crushing his chest at your back. You cried out loud, your body locking in place from how unexpected it was, his breath grazing at the side of your neck in heavy desperate pants. Fuck he was sniffing your neck, โ Kya kare ho choro mujheโ In another second he had gotten a hold of your face and is smashing his lips against yours.
You squirmed but it dont move him an inch as he sucked your lips in his hands going to tangle at the back of your hair. Ravelling in the soft waves he softened his kiss a fraction not crushing but punishing your tenderness with his controlled but still extremely hungry movement as he tilted his head to soak in the feel of you that had been calling for him for too long now, he kissed till he felt you let go of the stiffness and until it finally registeredย what he was doing.ย
His beard scratched gently at your face but that was nothing to what was happening, why was he kissing you right now? And why you found no fight left in yourself right now standing still to endure the assault of your lips, your knees faltering for a second before he steadied you snaking his muscular arm around your waist keeping you in arrest. And in the trance of the moment you moved your lips back with him in the same feverish rhythm of neediness and crazeย
โ Teri vajah se meri jindagi kuch nahi bachaโย
He grunted, pulling his head back only to dip it the crook of your neck leaving aggressively bright purple spots on your skin, you moaned breathlessly, head falling back to give more of yourself as he put the blame of his brotherโs death on you; what a sick verdict.ย
The coarse beard didn't just touched against the skin now it scraped at the delicate skin that he would have killed to touch, his movements scampered as if the soft feel of your body would disappear and the warm summer scent of you would evaporate into the thin air before he could truly worship it, he drew a dangerous path down the slope of your neck to your collarbone, his hands pulling down the kurta off your shoulder and descending his hungry lips at the parts of you that he hadn't seen it, he didn't went in first watching the soft curve with his dazed, tracing the shape under his fingerprints to feel if it was real before deciding to marr them with his possessiveness.
You had been quivering to a feeling you weren't a stranger but with Uzair it was different, you felt your heart thrum ten times stronger and all with thoughts that were almost a sin considering what you both were to each other.
โ Magar fir yeh sukoon bhi sirf tujh mei hi haiโ he continued, his tone gravely which sounded more like defeat than it did like hunger. Gosh you were supposed to be upset, he had done everything wrong from barging into your room in the middle of the night to forcing his lips on yours, everything wrong but you still tangled your finger in his dark thick waves yanking his head back to seal both of your lips together,this time doing it yourself.ย
A raw whimper cut out straight from his throat as he felt you move, finding it hard to hold himself back in the intoxication, his hand fisting into the fabric of the cheap cotton of the clothes he had made you wear. He traced the flimsy wet seam of your lips in a silent behest that broke the last of sense in your brain, it was Uzair who was inebriated he had an excuse what did you have? You just said in your head that he was forcing this upon you as you parted yours lips with utmost despair to feel his tongue slide into your mouth.
You almost fell back when his tongue mingled with yours , you couldnt feel what breathe was yours and what was his feeling all the same and one in the movement, moving in rapid circles together as you both drowned in each other's taste. His heat pooled at his stomach the drugs from before had made it more sensitive, he was aroused and erect from the second he saw you the narrow space looking at yourself in the mirror, watching your fingers pull open the knot and expose the span of your back that he so sullenly wanted to feel, and the warmth of your mouth was the same as he imagined, so were the tremors that shook your whole and the soft voice that hymned his name in between the exchange, kissing for so long that saliave dripped down the side of your mouth.ย
Deliriously you raised one leg resting it at his hips in an urge to soothe the burgeoning heat that made you walls suck around absolutely nothing, only to be met by the silhouette of his hard cock through the clothes.ย
With another half whine, half groan he threw you onto the mattress. Before you could root yourself back in place and reality he had already spread your legs wide, twisting your limbs as he placed and crashedย his hips into yours. You gasped at how intently his bulge pressed against your covered cunt, throbbing so hard you felt it twitch as if it was alive, โ Uzair stop itโ you hissed in an attempt to bite back the moan as he started grinding, his voice growing rugged, โ Meri hai tu sirf meriโย
The dripping precum dampened the fabric to both of your clothes and the wet sensation hitting you stronger than ever. As your back arched, legs fighting to close but with him a huge boulder - him. โ Uzairโ You pleaded and whined but the rhythm didn't stop, the friction crumbling you into deceitful bliss. The hard head poked at your stomach almost, slapping against your belly button with each thrust your eyes were starting to give out when it all halted and he fell upon you with all his weight.
He fell asleep, nuzzling his face into your neck like a grumpy cat who was caught off guard.
a/n- sorry for the edging ya all </3 but hehehe, also please nobody come for my boi for torturing her what else was he supposed to do lol.comment to be added or removed from the tag list!!
ur work is insane. i love every piece of it, u write every single character so well, fluff & smut u can do both beautifully, this hamza fic has made my entire month cuz us hamza girls are chronically starved, thank you for blessing us hehe ๐
I LOVE YOU TOOOOO AHAHA
thank you mera babie love you alot<3 also i get the Hamza fic drought I just had to go and revisit your work when i am craving my tanned king, thought should take matter thoda in my hands๐๐ pata nahi kitna time lagega likhne mai๐ฅฒ
this one's for @itsnotmaimai @luvmaii<3
JUST A PROMO!
You were led astray into the forest, the rustle of the leaves coaxed you into the unknown.
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.
The rescue had been too calculated too intentional , you were not naรฏve 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
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.
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 .
A love letter to my knight, to my beloved betrayer , to my munafiq
Tropes- Historical setting(not accurate) ,muslim/islamic empire(fictional place) , the knight and his princess, spy Hamza, betrayal, angst, misuse of trust
Warnings- Explicit sexual content, manipulative Hamza(duh), age gap, honey trap, blood, voilence , conservative
a/n- my first hamza fic, this was the secret fic I was yapping about for quite some time lol, alsooo Hamza wont be using his name Hamza with the reader, but a spy name ,hope you all would love the concept even thought its pretty much crack ship kind of
You were led astray into the forest, the rustle of the leaves coaxed you into the unknown.
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.
The rescue had been too calculated too intentional , you were not naรฏve 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
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.
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 .
A love letter to my knight, to my beloved betrayer , to my munafiq
Tropes- Historical setting(not accurate) ,muslim/islamic empire(fictional place) , the knight and his princess, spy Hamza, betrayal, angst, misuse of trust
Warnings- Explicit sexual content, manipulative Hamza(duh), age gap, honey trap, blood, voilence , conservative
a/n- my first hamza fic, this was the secret fic I was yapping about for quite some time lol, alsooo Hamza wont be using his name Hamza with the reader, but a spy name ,hope you all would love the concept even thought its pretty much crack ship kind of
The heavy doors of the bridal suite clicked shut, leaving the wedding noise behind. The room smelled of fresh roses and attar, but your attention was anchored to the man by the arched window. Hamza Ali Mazari. Your father's greatest political asset, the underworld's quiet terror, and as of three hours ago, your legally wedded husband.
โYou tossed the crimson dupatta onto the settee, laughing softly. For years you'd harbored a massive crush on this giant of a man, staring shamelessly at him across your father's political gatherings. He hadn't bothered to change out of his black silk kurta. True to his everyday aesthetic, the top three buttons were already undone, showing a dark expanse of hair and the firm line down the middle of his chest.
โYou kicked off your heels. The clatter made him turn. His eyes scanned you under furrowed brows, his jaw clenched. His beard and mustache framed a mouth that looked carved from stone, and his shoulder-length wavy hair fell like a dark halo, making him look wild and entirely untamed. Right now, he looked like a cornered lion.
โYou closed the distance, tracing your hennaed fingers along the lapel of his open kurta. "Siyasat ne toh apna kaam kar diya, par sach bataun? Iss shaadi mein sabse bada faida mera hi hua hai.โ
โHe stiffened as your nail grazed his collarbone. "Aapko kisi baat ka darr nahi lagta, Begum?โ
โYou laughed, a bright, bubbly sound that shattered the heavy tension in the room. "Darr? Apne shohar se kaisa darr? Aur waise bhi, itne buttons khol ke ghoomte ho poore sheher mein, nazar toh lagni hi thi meri." You stepped into his space, crowding him against the window sill and grabbing the lapels of his kurta to pull him down. You had spent months eyeing his incredibly broad chest, and having it right here at your mercy was intoxicating. "Matlab, seriously, look at these," you teased, sliding both hands inside the silk to explore the hard, muscle underneath. "Karachi ka sabse bada aur khatarnak aadmi aur uske itne khoobsurat.... assets. Jameel Jamali ki badi beti ki kismat sach mein bohot achi hai.โ
โA flush crept up his neck into his beard. There wasn't much left in this city that could rattle him, but he had no defense against a bride treating him like a five-course meal. He gently caught your wrists with his large, calloused hands. "Khuda ke liye, thodi toh haya rakhein. Yeh theek nahi hai,โ he murmured, his eyes wide as he caught a hunger he couldn't hide.
โ"Bilkul theek hai, Hamza." You popped the fourth button and pressed your mouth to the pulse at his throat, feeling him go completely still. "Aap bohot reserve rehte hain, I know. Par is kamre mein sirf hum dono hain. Aur main saalon se is raat ka intezaar kar rahi thi.โ
โThat cracked him. His hands, which had tried to push you off, wrapped around your waist and pulled you in instead. He dropped his forehead against yours. "Aap sach mein paagal hain.โ
โ"Sirf aapke liye, shohar ji." You laughed against his skin, your fingers threading through the dark hair on his chest.
โYou didn't move for a while, content to use him as your pillow. Then you stepped back, your hands sliding to his shoulders as you gripped the silk. "Yeh kurta toh ab bas rukaawat hai. Utaar dijiye isse. Mujhe apne shohar ko theek se dekhna hai.โ
โHamza swallowed. He didn't argue. He pulled the kurta over his head and dropped it on the floor. His chest was broad, dusted with dark hair running down to his stomach. You bit your lip, taking your time looking.
โ"Mashallah... kisi ki nazar na lage," you said, pressing your palms flat against his skin, feeling him flex under your hands. "Par sach kahun toh meri khud ki nazar hi nahi hat rahi.โ
โA low groan moved through him. His hands hovered over your lehenga, his fingers grazing the zardozi work, completely unsure. "Aapka yeh joda... aur yeh itne saare zevar... bohot bhari hain," he said, his voice catching. "Mujhe inhe theek se kholna nahi aata." A deeper flush climbed into his beard.
โYou laughed, and the gap between his terrifying reputation and his fumbling with hooks and clasps made your chest ache with affection. You took his wrists and pushed until the back of his knees hit the bed, forcing him to sit.
โ"Toh mat kholiye, Hamza." You traced the line down his chest, then kissed his collarbone, moving lower until your mouth rested right over his rapid heartbeat. "Zevar aur kapde main khud utaar lungi. Aap bas wahi kariye jo mujhe pasand aaye.โ
โHe let out a shaky breath, his hands finally moving to close around your waist, pulling your hips against him as he pressed his face into your stomach.
โ"Begum, aap aadhi jaan toh meri aise hi nikal chuki hain," he muttered against your skin.
โYou tilted his head back so he had to look at you. "Bachi hui aadhi jaan bhi khushi khushi de dijiyega, Hamza." You kissed him, slow at first, and then with a sudden, deep hunger. "Kyunki abse is poore shareer par, aur is seene mein dhadakne wale dil par, sirf aur sirf mera kabza hai.โ
โYou didnโt give him a second to think. Your hands slammed against his heavy shoulders, shoving him back. Hamza hit the mattress hard, his massive frame sinking into the white sheets, his long, wavy hair spilling out like ink. He didnโt fight it. He just lay there, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes with a quiet, completely uncharacteristic surrender.
โKicking the heavy, suffocating layers of your bridal lehenga to the floor, you didn't waste time. You stripped out of the inner skirts. Impatiently, your hands reached down to undo the silk drawstrings of his salwar, yanking the fabric down and flinging it carelessly to the floor. Your gaze swept over him as you memorized his massive form. Your shohar. A low, rough sound rumbled deep in his chest, not a protest, but a heavy exhale of pure, unadulterated anticipation. You straddled his narrow waist in one fluid motion.
โYou paused for a fraction of a second, taking a heavy breath to calm your wild heart before your hand finally closed around his length. You stroked him with a slow, deliberate friction just to watch his chest hitch. A low, guttural groan scraped past his throat.
โEnjoying his torment, you slowly released your grip and shifted your weight, guiding his hot tip right against your aching center. You paused there for a breathless second, letting the intense heat press against you before you finally lifted your hips and sank down, taking him in completely until there was no space left between you.
โA sharp moan tore from your throat, instantly met by his deep, ragged groan as you fused together. The overwhelming rush of slight pain and intense pleasure made your vision go completely dark, your mind short-circuiting as you stretched around him. Beneath you, Hamzaโs massive body went completely stiff, his hips instinctively twitching upward as he felt you clamp tight around him. As the haze finally cleared, his calloused hands immediately gripped your hips, driven by a sudden instinct to take control and dictate the pace, but you caught his wrists and pinned them flat against the sheets above his head.
โOut there, he was the Badshah of Karachi, a ruthless gangster. But right here, under your palms, he was just a man entirely undone by you. You dug your nails into his wrists, a silent command, and his grip slackened completely, yielding to the wild rhythm you set.
โYou began moving on him with an energy fueled by an insatiable hunger for your shohar. The quiet room filled with the rhythmic, wet sound of skin slapping against skin. The air turned humid, causing sweat to drip from your body onto his. Overwhelmed with pleasure, you threw your head back and cried out his name while your hands slid up his chest. Your fingers caught in the dark hair of his chest, your nails scratching over tight muscle and leaving angry red tracks. You leaned down, burying your teeth into the junction of his neck and collarbone, biting hard enough to leave a mark he couldn't hide, a brand showing exactly who owned the Badshah. Under your teeth, his chest surged upward with a sharp, ragged hiss, his large hands flexing hard against your hips as he absorbed the beautiful agony of your claim.
โYou pulled back just enough to crash your lips against his, your tongue forcing its way inside. Instead of fighting for control, Hamzaโs tongue tangled with yours, yielding completely to you. You bit his lower lip hard enough to draw the warm taste of blood, sucking the drop away before he could gasp for air.
โYour nails dug into his shoulders as your pace turned frantic. Beneath you, Hamza's hips bucked upward, slamming against yours as he tried to chase your rhythm. He was entirely out of his mind, his body tensing under the onslaught. You noticed him staring straight at your breasts, watching the way they moved up and down with your wild pace as you rode him.
โWith mercy, you guided his rough hands straight to your breasts. Hamza didnโt need an invitation. His large fingers started fondling your skin with a desperation that matched your stride.
โ"Ya Khuda... Begum, aap jaan le lengi aaj," he choked out, throwing his head back into the pillows. His beard pointed to the ceiling as he fought for air.
โYou gripped his messy hair, tugging sharply to force his eyes back to yours. "Look at me, Hamza," you whispered, your lower lip grazing his rough mustache. "Bataiye, kiska kabza hai aap par?"
โ"Aapka... sirf aapka, meri jaan," he rasped. His voice trembled as his hips bucked up, desperately chasing the friction.
โThen, everything became a blur of heat and tangled limbs. With one final, deep grind, your body tightened around him. Hamzaโs entire body went stiff beneath you. He let out a low groan, arching off the bed as he poured himself into you. The heat forced a helpless moan from your lips. You arched your spine, throwing your head back as you gripped his chest tightly, your nails digging in and leaving his skin raw and red.
โThe silence of the suite rushed back in, heavy and warm, broken only by your ragged breathing. You collapsed against him, resting your cheek on his chest as your fingers tangled in his dark hair.
โ"Agar mujhe pata hota ki underworld ke sabse khatarnak aadmi ko handle karna itna aasaan hai, toh main kabka aapse nikah kar leti," you teased softly, pressing a kiss against the fresh bite mark on his collarbone.
โA low rumble started in his chest, breaking into a quiet laugh. He shifted, burying his face in your neck and pressing a firm kiss against your pulse point.
โ"Yeh khulasa sirf aapke liye hai, Begum. Baahar ki duniya ke liye Hamza Ali Mazari wahi khatarnak aadmi hi rahega," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin as his arm tightened around your waist. "Par is kamre mein... main hamesha aapke aage ghutne tekunga."
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- biro yaya part 2 i hope i am not updating too late but i really cant help it with college starting, very divergent from the actual plot of the movie
Trigger warnings- Age gap 32-21, neglected child, child abuse, explicit content, non/dub con kissing and humping, drug use
You watched around the dark room, the only light being the one that entered through the edges of the door dimly lightening up the room, your eyes adjusted to the gray and the tears that haven't stopped flowing. The room though it looked abandoned it offered a comfortable double bed and another door that you were sure was the bathroom, rest of it were just empty shelves and thing that did not have any use anymore cluttered in a corner or in between the way to the bed, a broken lamp, old newspapers bundles and what not.ย
You looked back at the torn off cloth in your hand, it was the first time in 15 years when your โfatherโ had chosen out something for you to gift, or given you a gift at all and possibly the last memory you would have had of him and now even that was torn, the short lived fate of the luxury reminded you very much of your own pity. And once again your fate has been decided from a man who found glory in revenge regardless of the ruination that followed, your โfatherโ only cared for his pride, his possession as he killed your abbu jaan and the same way Uzair had ended a life as if any of them were innocent in this game and the constant hoarder of their pain becoming you.ย
Who were they? and were you any less deserving of life than them, who are these people and why do they get to decide where your life landed up next. You weren't going to take this quietly for once .
You refused to use the bed, and sleep didn't came and when it did you don't remember, the room in light looked worse when you realised the clutter wasn't clutter at all, it was all liven in things, the 8th grade books, a wearing off bat in the corner, inflated footballs just memories of life that didn't exist anymore
The door creeped open a inch, โ Uth gayi?โ Followed by a raspy voice you didn't recognize. You put your hand at your chest walking slow to the opening, peeking out to see a burly tanned man, his hair so lucious it put yours to shame. โMhmโ You nodded mumbling, โ Yeh kapde pehen lo uske baad Uzair bhai tumse baat karne aayengeโ
It was an old faded out kurta but you did notย have the privilege of choice right now so you pulled down whatever shabby cloth they had given you over your body, you honestly did not know what to expect of them what you knew was that by chance you had escaped the worst case scenario of becoming a toy but you still couldnโt be sure and let your guard down so quick.ย
You followed him to wherever he led, watching the pale beige of the walls pairedย with the beautiful antiques of the house, it wasn't the modern luxurious houses you were used to seeing in your area this was a regalย property where every furniture and design was a quiet opulence, the sunlight dangled so prettily from the stained glass arch, the canvas for its kaleidoscope being the wall just opposite to it. You have admired it for so long you did not realise when you had forgotten to look forward until you had bumped with a sofa.ย
You sat down quietly forced to fiddle your eyes around the house now that the man in front of you had decided not to disclose anything further to you, forced to watch a house that felt more like home than you ever had in the 15 years you spent in your โfatherโsโ house, each photo hung up on the wall made you pause and see the liveliness through it, made you wonder what stories it had to tell before nothing remained. Yes the sofa cover was wearing out slightly, the side of coffee table scratched and the top left with indentations of the tea that trickled to the bottom of the cup, it felt strange to be so close to it the same way you had felt about the left behind belongings from your room it was strangely intimate to watch things yearn for their owners once they had left.
The door from the other side opened loudly followed by three burly men now standing around you,
โ Aslam ke baaki log kaha hai?โ
Asked the green eyed man, you wanted to reply back and give them back the firm answer you had - You did not know, your father who couldn't even share glances with you let alone share his secrets like that was almost comical to hear. The memory of the wound etched into his head made you flinch involuntarily, clutching at the salwar, the blood shed you saw when he dragged you out, how it pooled at the floor carrying out to the door step of your house, then why were you spared? The last thing you heard there were his men panicking about how he should not have killed Aslam there because it meant incomplete information.ย
You were only alive right now, because they believed you knew the things that they weren't able to extract from him so you had to play along. Putting on faces wasn't an anomaly to you so you did as you soughtย
โMujhe nahi pataโ You said naively enough to make yourself look guilty, the lighter clicked loudly through the tense atmosphere, your eyes were to shoot up before you forced them to relax and look up and slow because you already knew who it was going to be. Uzair stood leaned up against the wall watching you from his peripheral vision, his mood, expression unchanged from it was last night.
โ Lyari task force ka office kaha hai?โย
โ Mujhe nahi pataโ
You repeated back more stubbornly holding up the perfect spoiled brat personality that you have never livedย ย
The same question repeated for two days, stuck in your head in a loop- how many men were involved? Where is the office? Who funded the operation? Where is the rest of your family? Were there any politicians involved and with how oblivious your answer got the more the privilege of food was taken away and reduced to a sookhi roti by day three. And by three you were acquainted with the names of the men who interrogated you- Hamza, Dhonga, Siyahi, Yusuf. You only cared for these names because they were the one most closely associated with Uzair, and you tried your best to slip in a normal conversation in between which they almost always allowed and the second conversation got lighter Uzair left and so did his burning stare.
That night he watched you shivering on the floor, with your beloved gift ripped with his very hand in the depth of the dark you could still decipher the strange hunger he watched your face with and how you could still feel it linger in the way he watched you from the sidelines, and has not spoken to you not until now.
You remember being 13 and watching him with starry eyes on the tv while your โfatherโ cursed out loud about Rehman, when you couldn't find the relief of sleep at night you sat alongside Aslam watching the boring new and to you even the pixelated Uzair on the screen was a delight, had you kicking your feet more than your favourite actor ever did, you remember being 16 catching just a glimpse of him passing by, fast enough you couldn't see his face that disappeared into corner of the road but that presence remained with you for long before you had your first boyfriend.
Rihaan became your escape from the world, a sweet smart boy who helped you with academics, late evening study session that turned into something else entirely and you were in love you swore you were but you hid yourself from him at times, never let him into the reality of your house but the way your whole days went without a call from your โfatherโ should have spoken enough for him. You had given him your every firsts, your first kiss, your first night, your first love and being with him was not a problem usually because its not like anyone cared enough to check upon where and who you were roaming with.ย
Two years passed in the perfect teenage fantasy before life had a purpose for him, he needed to study further and well you- how could you tell him your father simply did not care for what you have achieved and soon he was away, you promised each other you would stay in touch but the eventual drift was heartbreaking but eventually the truth you had to accept when you rung up his phone ten times and he did not picked up. The small chapter closed but it blew wind to the feelings that you had buried back two years ago dismissing it as a childish infatuation with a thing you were specifically taught to stay away from.ย
The day you were crying quietly in the corner of a crowded street, watching the blurred vision of the phone in front of you watching it go off again and again, it was one of those days when you could not act like you accepted the realityย of your first love leaving you, to Uzair you were just a crying girl on the road that he thrown- offered his handkerchief to and disappear back into the world he belonged to.
It became a routine for you now, staring out of the bounded window of the jhaaliย had you squinting your eyes at first till you became detached watching the vehicles pass by mindlessly with the bedim view of outside with the criss cross patterns in front of your eyes . You had even started to recognise their footsteps fueled by your instinct to survive.
ย Today was no different, the door swung open revealing Donga, Hamza,Siyahi and Yusufย
โYe iska roz ka ho gaya hai ab. Kuch bolti nahi. Bhai kyu bhejte hai kya pata. Sirf vakt barbaad karti hai,โ Donga said to the others, exasperation evident in his expressionย
โAgar ladka hoti toh maar kar sab bulwa lete. Par vo bhi nahi kar sakte,โ Hamza added his voice reeking with desperation to extract information from you and at times it was hard for him to watch what Uzair was becoming into
โLekin isse hum muft me kitne din aur rakhenge? Paalne ke liye thodi laaye hai isseโ Yusuf added, making all of them nod in exasperation . โ Kuch kaam karwate hai, ameer ghar ki ladki hai jyada din nahi jhel paayiย khud thak kar sab bata degi,โ Yusuf suggested the softest torture method they ever had to come up with.
But these people weren't your friends and the words from their mouth did not particularly meant the same as they did for you
โOh madam, kaam kya kar leti ho tum?โ
You felt a wave of embarrassment and dread wash over you because how could you tell them that you had never worked a day in your life and what if they made you do disgusting stuff for them? It was a game of pride you had known that with the time spent with your โfatherโ and whats more humiliating than taking away what's considered your dignity in the society, and lose all autonomy to this men, after all how would they know all the hurt in a house full of menย
(oh baby you dont know)ย
Thatโs all you could hear in your head and suddenly wished Uzair had killed you too after he had killed your โfatherโ without a speck of emotion on his faceย
Donga repeated his question, voice a tad bit higher, at the same time Uzair entered finding himself to be perched cooly against one of the corners watching you with same coldness that ensued everydayย
โMene kuch puchha?! Kya kaam kar leti ho?โ
โVo basโฆpaani ubalne aata haiโ You whisperedย ย
โ Aur khaane mei kya banana aata hai?โย
โNoodles bana leti ..ho bas ek baar jalaya thaโย
โ VAAH ubalte hue paani mei noodles daalna hai tumhare liye khaana banana? Aur usmien bhi tumne jala diya???โ The absurdity toned down the atmosphere of the room making the men break into smiles they knew were not appropriate in the situation
Uzair breathed too hard for too long, running his hands up his hair, messing it up the heave of his chest growing tighter and faster when the laugh continuedย
โMAZAAK LAGTA HAI TUJHE YEH SAB?!โ
The venom in his voice made you flinch, making every breath feel like a task. He stepped closer to you and leaned down, his face inches away from your own, he reeked of alcohol, intensifying your terror for you were unaware of his next moveย
His hand dug into the line of your jaw, his thumb finding place at the side of your mouth from the way it engulfed the whole curve of your face,
ย โ Muh khol kuch puch raha hoon kuch tujhseโย
You whimpered your eyes going teary with how harshly he was holding youย
(gandu Uzair)ย
ย โ Bol, tera baap toh bahut bolta thaโย
He snarled in your face and no matter how hard you tried to play it cool you were scared, nothing could foretell what was going to happen to you if you continued to live with them ,continued to act this way and above all you were all alone. His roughness made you feel your heart wasย in your mouth but the proximity tingled down your spine, the warmth of his coarse hand spreading throughout your body, to the flush of your cheeks that you were glad you could hide in the guise of tears and the perilous heat that settled heavy between your legs.
He pulled back standing up straight with his grip everchanging on your face. Were you to posit this pull at the sight of his furrowed dense eyebrows and the ways his eyes watched down you, how he didn't put the effort to lean in to you to face letting his eyes do the work effortlessly and the way you could sense his thumb inching closer at times to the side of your mouth, it felt intimate the violence the hate from both of you mixing dangerously with an unsaid feeling that men and women like you weren't supposed to have given the situation this tension was born from him.
He is your fatherโs murderer and in his eyes you were just as guilty as your father to snatch his second chance to live, to destroy what was never his in the first place and after years of the life he spent under Rehmanโs shelter and shadow he was once again the boy who had lost both his parents in front of his eyes and watched helplessly but only this time he wasn't helpless, he could have saved Rehman one changed decision and his brother would have been alive, and this house wouldn't have felt so haunting.ย
He tried to watch you with the same loathe but unwillingly the sight of you standing there in the crowd while he decided Arshadโs fate crept in and how genuinely innocent and blameless you looked staring at him with nothing but terror and how your fear reduced to a fraction when his eyes met yours, he did not know that he was capable of such softness anymore when all that stirred in his heart was pain and abhorrence.
โBolโ he said coldly, squeezing your jaw tighter to muffle the thoughts in his head from the impact your lips parted. Both of you paused, eyes meeting to convey the same feeling of restlessness. You let him do as pleased, watching the rough pad of his thumb brush again at the side of your mouth to trace the edge of your lips, you shivered blinking up at him.
His body fought to stand still at the feel of the moisture from your tender lips that he admired from afar in the dead of the night, without further intel from his consciousness his thumb slipped into your mouth pressing at your tongue. The agitation of the softness, the velvety bumps of your tongue along with your salvia sticking to his skin that gave him a pleasure so depraved, and the hot breath that surrounded his skin added fuel to the fire. He did not say anything but the side of his mouth twitched his jaw tightening to keep in the low groan that threatened to leak out at the idea of that warm mouth to wrap around his cock, all the sense that he disappeared into thin air.
He dragged his slick finger back out smearing your own fluid past your lips, pushing down the plump bottom lip till it touched back at your skin before thrusting his thumb back in, your eyes rolled back for a second lips going to purse around the salty foreign object in your mouth, the heat between your legs elapsing all at the same point to the small bud that ached painfully. You wanted to bob your head show him how good you will be
Hamza choked out loud turning away, Uzair pulled away abruptly muttering curses under his breathย
There was a significant change in your daily activities now, from sitting by the window to doing all the housework . It was obviously not a pleasant change. Most changes are not pleasant. The first few days went terrible, constant criticism and yelling for not doing the work properly. Over the course of a few weeks you thought you had mastered it but it was completely opposite to Uzairโs opinion.ย
He chided you daily, barged in your room when he saw fit and asked you questions about your โfather.โ
All of this had started to drain you emotionally as well as physically, your eyes had begun to look sunken, your cheeks slightly hollow, the suppleness long gone, you had forgotten how the warm rays of the sun felt on your skin when you stepped outside, you were confined with no means of escape.
After your finger tips had wrinkled from wringing out the wet cloth to used to sweep the floor for the third time now, you plopped down exhausted on the floor. Your dupatta starting from your shoulder ending tied at the side of your waist leaned up againt the water bucket on the floor. Aslam house didn't withold any pity for you and your loneliness but you atleast lived the life of luxury, and your abbu jaan never even let you eat with your own hands whenever he was home, feeding you dinner in his lap while you talked about your daughter, he didn't want the dirt of the society touch his innocent child, didn't want the means she was born of become a bane of her existence but it did.ย
You wondered if he saw you like this what would he think?ย
โ Kaam karne bola hai ya sone bola hai?โ Uzair voice carried through the courtyard bursting your small bubble of thoughts,ย
โ Kaam karliya maine โ you whispered politely
โ Isko saaf kehte hai? Puri gandgi dikh rahi hai abhi bhiโ You both knew that wasn't the truth and somehow that made it more frustrating.ย
Three times you have run the cloth across the floor over this massive acres of land and he is asking you to do it all over again?ย Barely hold back your vexation you replied through gritted teeth
โ Aapki aankhien kamzoor hogi meri nahiโย
It was rude, you weren't supposed to say it but offending wasn't the first thing to catch at his face it was challenge turning the straight line of his lips downward.
โ Theek hai fir ya toh mera kamra saaf kardo ya fir firse pura farsh saaf karโย
His room fell straight in your vision from the room were kept captive in ,on the very opposite end but still visible and you were aware of the dishonourable state of his room today, with the clothes thrown out and heaping on the floor, and how the bedsheets were discarded half off the bed. The task wasn't to clean the room it was to withstand his gaze as you worked, and no you did not want to be in his room and work around in the stuff air of everything being his, did not want to want to see all of life pushed up at photos on shelves and see him as an human, be in the space he sprawled in every night it was all just too intimate. But a challenge was a challenge and you yourself had not felt that spark to prove yourself in three years now and Uzair aggravated the emotion at how hate was not the only thing you felt when you looked at him.
โ Thee hai mai aapka kamra saaf karungiโ You dragged yourself up and into his room, you forced yourself to focus your eyes ahead and keep them only and only on the pile of clothes to avoid being swayed the intoxicating smell of him that flooded the room, that felt your bones feel al little too weaker.ย
You posed yourself carefully making your cleavage spilled out as you worked that you bent over one to many times for himself to keep his face straight, if he was going to torture you with his ravenous eyes you were going to put him through the same suffering of the sight he cant, cant touch.
He grabbed you by the arm, โApne kamre mei jaaโ He shoved you out of the room breathing heavily shutting the door close with a loud bang but even after you could feel the tremor of his hands from outside the doorย
On the same day in the evening when Uzair and his men had decided to bother you (again) to ask you questions about your โfathersโ doings using words and names of people you had never heard in the entirety of your existence. Your fury had reached its crest, all of it overwhelmed you, the constant condemnation despite your best efforts and to top it all of the questioning irritated you to infinite ends. In the heat of the moment your bursted,
โKya hai ye roz ka?! Ye admi kaun hai! Isse kabhi dekha kya?! Ye kaha hai?! Vo kaha hai! Mera baap kya karta tha?! Ja ye kaam! Ja vo jakar bana! Thak gayi hu me! Khuda ke liye mujhe baksh do!! Saans nahi li jaati mujhse yahaโ
Uzair did not counter back he just repeat the same question that you had heard so many times by now it made your fist clench
โ Task force ka office kaha hai?โ
โ MUJHE NAHI PATA! AUR PATA HOTA BHI TOH MAI AAPKO NAHI BATATI!!โ You shouted the frustation getting at the last of your nerves and patience.
You regretted these words the second they came out of your mouth when Uzair ordered all his men to leave the rooms and stood up the movement so absolute it sent shivers down your spine. You watched around the room for mercy from everyone inside the room but they all avoided your eyes โ Rehne do Uzair bhai koi baat nahi bacchi haiโ Dhonga tried to reason with him ,but he dismissed them all out of with nothing but quietness
ย The door closed behind them leaving you stranded with him you took hurried steps back watching the sudden aggressiveness show through him as his veins pulled taut the scuttled movement send you stumbling back, your head hitting the bed frame as your body slid back against the wood , you winced in pain but you knew what was coming your way was far worse.ย
โ Tameez se jawab de de varna mujhe aur bhi tareeke pata haiโ
Uzair added coldly, crouching down on the floor, his eyes boring into your soul as he folded the sleeves of his pathani suit, you gulped for you were sure that you had finally broken what little dignity he was holding himself up to; to at least not raise his hand at a woman. His hand grabbed at your jaw it was the same familiar movement only the amit of that day was gone replaced with the harshness of a man who had been driven heinous from his grief โ Bol kya pata hai tujheโ โ Mujhe sach mei kuch nahi pata pleaseโ Your whimpered plea was cut off as his grip tightened .ย You saw him raise his other hand in a slap which made your primordially flinch and close your eyes, a quiet sob leaving your lips.ย
Aslam had slapped you once when you made the mistake of touching the photo frame of your mother and breaking it into pieces, he moved in instinct his hand connecting with your tiny cheek in a harsh blow that knocked a baby tooth out of your mouth, that was the first and the last time but it had stayed with you for years, the terror into your heart.
The feel of his heavy hand striking your flesh never came only the delicate brush of his finger as he swept the stray wave out of your face, the hand on your jaw falling to his side as he dawdled trailing his finger tips to the corner of your eyes where the tears formed, you had forgotten how to breathe, how to get your eyes to open again and if you would ever be able to handle that softness that must be on his face right now.ย
He hand travelled from the arch of your cheek to the back of your head, you felt the shift and the warmth of his body close- he was pulling you into his chest.
You remained stuck in place, feeling your own face as a stranger as it settled into hard plane of his chest, his lips touched at the top of you heard but the action so gentle it got passed and disappeared into the air before you could even be sure if what you felt was correct but the feeling of beating heart made you believe in it.
โSorryโ he whispered without any explanation leaving you with a departure that felt like breaking into pieces.
For the whole evening you did not see him, your eyes unwillingly glancing again and again the closed off door to his bedroom, you heard the sound of the skidding car outside the haveli and Uzair fuming as he strided back into his house.ย
You wondered if that gloominess was directed at you again but he went straight to his room ignoring Hamza tired sighs, you heard the clatter of things being knocked over as he desperately searched for something and then it went quiet all of a sudden, curiously you turned your headย
He spread out the white power at the tableย in a thin line, he took a second staring down at the mess he had created himself before pressing on finger at the side of his nose leaning in to snort in the line, he huffed up falling back into couch, barely breathing his eyes wild but you also saw the tears glistening them, you tried not to care, tried to shut off the the visual of his pain with wood that would conceal, but you could not bring yourself to, instead keeping the door open by a few inches.
The moon had been up in the sky for hours now, the usual silence of the night taking over. It was late even for the gangster whose work began in the dark leaving behind haveli empty and solace.Uzair watched you from the narrow opening of your door, though exhausted from work sleep never come easy and it never had since you were 6, the fear of what will cross your mind next when you closed your eyes scared you, tired you with how the visuals of the death remained still fresh in your heart.
You reached your hand back at the dori of the kurta, unfastening the fabric to get ready for bed. His large hand hauled you back crushing his chest at your back. You cried out loud, your body locking in place from how unexpected it was, his breath grazing at the side of your neck in heavy desperate pants. Fuck he was sniffing your neck, โ Kya kare ho choro mujheโ In another second he had gotten a hold of your face and is smashing his lips against yours.
You squirmed but it dont move him an inch as he sucked your lips in his hands going to tangle at the back of your hair. Ravelling in the soft waves he softened his kiss a fraction not crushing but punishing your tenderness with his controlled but still extremely hungry movement as he tilted his head to soak in the feel of you that had been calling for him for too long now, he kissed till he felt you let go of the stiffness and until it finally registeredย what he was doing.ย
His beard scratched gently at your face but that was nothing to what was happening, why was he kissing you right now? And why you found no fight left in yourself right now standing still to endure the assault of your lips, your knees faltering for a second before he steadied you snaking his muscular arm around your waist keeping you in arrest. And in the trance of the moment you moved your lips back with him in the same feverish rhythm of neediness and crazeย
โ Teri vajah se meri jindagi kuch nahi bachaโย
He grunted, pulling his head back only to dip it the crook of your neck leaving aggressively bright purple spots on your skin, you moaned breathlessly, head falling back to give more of yourself as he put the blame of his brotherโs death on you; what a sick verdict.ย
The coarse beard didn't just touched against the skin now it scraped at the delicate skin that he would have killed to touch, his movements scampered as if the soft feel of your body would disappear and the warm summer scent of you would evaporate into the thin air before he could truly worship it, he drew a dangerous path down the slope of your neck to your collarbone, his hands pulling down the kurta off your shoulder and descending his hungry lips at the parts of you that he hadn't seen it, he didn't went in first watching the soft curve with his dazed, tracing the shape under his fingerprints to feel if it was real before deciding to marr them with his possessiveness.
You had been quivering to a feeling you weren't a stranger but with Uzair it was different, you felt your heart thrum ten times stronger and all with thoughts that were almost a sin considering what you both were to each other.
โ Magar fir yeh sukoon bhi sirf tujh mei hi haiโ he continued, his tone gravely which sounded more like defeat than it did like hunger. Gosh you were supposed to be upset, he had done everything wrong from barging into your room in the middle of the night to forcing his lips on yours, everything wrong but you still tangled your finger in his dark thick waves yanking his head back to seal both of your lips together,this time doing it yourself.ย
A raw whimper cut out straight from his throat as he felt you move, finding it hard to hold himself back in the intoxication, his hand fisting into the fabric of the cheap cotton of the clothes he had made you wear. He traced the flimsy wet seam of your lips in a silent behest that broke the last of sense in your brain, it was Uzair who was inebriated he had an excuse what did you have? You just said in your head that he was forcing this upon you as you parted yours lips with utmost despair to feel his tongue slide into your mouth.
You almost fell back when his tongue mingled with yours , you couldnt feel what breathe was yours and what was his feeling all the same and one in the movement, moving in rapid circles together as you both drowned in each other's taste. His heat pooled at his stomach the drugs from before had made it more sensitive, he was aroused and erect from the second he saw you the narrow space looking at yourself in the mirror, watching your fingers pull open the knot and expose the span of your back that he so sullenly wanted to feel, and the warmth of your mouth was the same as he imagined, so were the tremors that shook your whole and the soft voice that hymned his name in between the exchange, kissing for so long that saliave dripped down the side of your mouth.ย
Deliriously you raised one leg resting it at his hips in an urge to soothe the burgeoning heat that made you walls suck around absolutely nothing, only to be met by the silhouette of his hard cock through the clothes.ย
With another half whine, half groan he threw you onto the mattress. Before you could root yourself back in place and reality he had already spread your legs wide, twisting your limbs as he placed and crashedย his hips into yours. You gasped at how intently his bulge pressed against your covered cunt, throbbing so hard you felt it twitch as if it was alive, โ Uzair stop itโ you hissed in an attempt to bite back the moan as he started grinding, his voice growing rugged, โ Meri hai tu sirf meriโย
The dripping precum dampened the fabric to both of your clothes and the wet sensation hitting you stronger than ever. As your back arched, legs fighting to close but with him a huge boulder - him. โ Uzairโ You pleaded and whined but the rhythm didn't stop, the friction crumbling you into deceitful bliss. The hard head poked at your stomach almost, slapping against your belly button with each thrust your eyes were starting to give out when it all halted and he fell upon you with all his weight.
He fell asleep, nuzzling his face into your neck like a grumpy cat who was caught off guard.
a/n- sorry for the edging ya all </3 but hehehe, also please nobody come for my boi for torturing her what else was he supposed to do lol.comment to be added or removed from the tag list!!
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- biro yaya part 2 i hope i am not updating too late but i really cant help it with college starting, very divergent from the actual plot of the movie
Trigger warnings- Age gap 32-21, neglected child, child abuse, explicit content, non/dub con kissing and humping, drug use
You watched around the dark room, the only light being the one that entered through the edges of the door dimly lightening up the room, your eyes adjusted to the gray and the tears that haven't stopped flowing. The room though it looked abandoned it offered a comfortable double bed and another door that you were sure was the bathroom, rest of it were just empty shelves and thing that did not have any use anymore cluttered in a corner or in between the way to the bed, a broken lamp, old newspapers bundles and what not.ย
You looked back at the torn off cloth in your hand, it was the first time in 15 years when your โfatherโ had chosen out something for you to gift, or given you a gift at all and possibly the last memory you would have had of him and now even that was torn, the short lived fate of the luxury reminded you very much of your own pity. And once again your fate has been decided from a man who found glory in revenge regardless of the ruination that followed, your โfatherโ only cared for his pride, his possession as he killed your abbu jaan and the same way Uzair had ended a life as if any of them were innocent in this game and the constant hoarder of their pain becoming you.ย
Who were they? and were you any less deserving of life than them, who are these people and why do they get to decide where your life landed up next. You weren't going to take this quietly for once .
You refused to use the bed, and sleep didn't came and when it did you don't remember, the room in light looked worse when you realised the clutter wasn't clutter at all, it was all liven in things, the 8th grade books, a wearing off bat in the corner, inflated footballs just memories of life that didn't exist anymore
The door creeped open a inch, โ Uth gayi?โ Followed by a raspy voice you didn't recognize. You put your hand at your chest walking slow to the opening, peeking out to see a burly tanned man, his hair so lucious it put yours to shame. โMhmโ You nodded mumbling, โ Yeh kapde pehen lo uske baad Uzair bhai tumse baat karne aayengeโ
It was an old faded out kurta but you did notย have the privilege of choice right now so you pulled down whatever shabby cloth they had given you over your body, you honestly did not know what to expect of them what you knew was that by chance you had escaped the worst case scenario of becoming a toy but you still couldnโt be sure and let your guard down so quick.ย
You followed him to wherever he led, watching the pale beige of the walls pairedย with the beautiful antiques of the house, it wasn't the modern luxurious houses you were used to seeing in your area this was a regalย property where every furniture and design was a quiet opulence, the sunlight dangled so prettily from the stained glass arch, the canvas for its kaleidoscope being the wall just opposite to it. You have admired it for so long you did not realise when you had forgotten to look forward until you had bumped with a sofa.ย
You sat down quietly forced to fiddle your eyes around the house now that the man in front of you had decided not to disclose anything further to you, forced to watch a house that felt more like home than you ever had in the 15 years you spent in your โfatherโsโ house, each photo hung up on the wall made you pause and see the liveliness through it, made you wonder what stories it had to tell before nothing remained. Yes the sofa cover was wearing out slightly, the side of coffee table scratched and the top left with indentations of the tea that trickled to the bottom of the cup, it felt strange to be so close to it the same way you had felt about the left behind belongings from your room it was strangely intimate to watch things yearn for their owners once they had left.
The door from the other side opened loudly followed by three burly men now standing around you,
โ Aslam ke baaki log kaha hai?โ
Asked the green eyed man, you wanted to reply back and give them back the firm answer you had - You did not know, your father who couldn't even share glances with you let alone share his secrets like that was almost comical to hear. The memory of the wound etched into his head made you flinch involuntarily, clutching at the salwar, the blood shed you saw when he dragged you out, how it pooled at the floor carrying out to the door step of your house, then why were you spared? The last thing you heard there were his men panicking about how he should not have killed Aslam there because it meant incomplete information.ย
You were only alive right now, because they believed you knew the things that they weren't able to extract from him so you had to play along. Putting on faces wasn't an anomaly to you so you did as you soughtย
โMujhe nahi pataโ You said naively enough to make yourself look guilty, the lighter clicked loudly through the tense atmosphere, your eyes were to shoot up before you forced them to relax and look up and slow because you already knew who it was going to be. Uzair stood leaned up against the wall watching you from his peripheral vision, his mood, expression unchanged from it was last night.
โ Lyari task force ka office kaha hai?โย
โ Mujhe nahi pataโ
You repeated back more stubbornly holding up the perfect spoiled brat personality that you have never livedย ย
The same question repeated for two days, stuck in your head in a loop- how many men were involved? Where is the office? Who funded the operation? Where is the rest of your family? Were there any politicians involved and with how oblivious your answer got the more the privilege of food was taken away and reduced to a sookhi roti by day three. And by three you were acquainted with the names of the men who interrogated you- Hamza, Dhonga, Siyahi, Yusuf. You only cared for these names because they were the one most closely associated with Uzair, and you tried your best to slip in a normal conversation in between which they almost always allowed and the second conversation got lighter Uzair left and so did his burning stare.
That night he watched you shivering on the floor, with your beloved gift ripped with his very hand in the depth of the dark you could still decipher the strange hunger he watched your face with and how you could still feel it linger in the way he watched you from the sidelines, and has not spoken to you not until now.
You remember being 13 and watching him with starry eyes on the tv while your โfatherโ cursed out loud about Rehman, when you couldn't find the relief of sleep at night you sat alongside Aslam watching the boring new and to you even the pixelated Uzair on the screen was a delight, had you kicking your feet more than your favourite actor ever did, you remember being 16 catching just a glimpse of him passing by, fast enough you couldn't see his face that disappeared into corner of the road but that presence remained with you for long before you had your first boyfriend.
Rihaan became your escape from the world, a sweet smart boy who helped you with academics, late evening study session that turned into something else entirely and you were in love you swore you were but you hid yourself from him at times, never let him into the reality of your house but the way your whole days went without a call from your โfatherโ should have spoken enough for him. You had given him your every firsts, your first kiss, your first night, your first love and being with him was not a problem usually because its not like anyone cared enough to check upon where and who you were roaming with.ย
Two years passed in the perfect teenage fantasy before life had a purpose for him, he needed to study further and well you- how could you tell him your father simply did not care for what you have achieved and soon he was away, you promised each other you would stay in touch but the eventual drift was heartbreaking but eventually the truth you had to accept when you rung up his phone ten times and he did not picked up. The small chapter closed but it blew wind to the feelings that you had buried back two years ago dismissing it as a childish infatuation with a thing you were specifically taught to stay away from.ย
The day you were crying quietly in the corner of a crowded street, watching the blurred vision of the phone in front of you watching it go off again and again, it was one of those days when you could not act like you accepted the realityย of your first love leaving you, to Uzair you were just a crying girl on the road that he thrown- offered his handkerchief to and disappear back into the world he belonged to.
It became a routine for you now, staring out of the bounded window of the jhaaliย had you squinting your eyes at first till you became detached watching the vehicles pass by mindlessly with the bedim view of outside with the criss cross patterns in front of your eyes . You had even started to recognise their footsteps fueled by your instinct to survive.
ย Today was no different, the door swung open revealing Donga, Hamza,Siyahi and Yusufย
โYe iska roz ka ho gaya hai ab. Kuch bolti nahi. Bhai kyu bhejte hai kya pata. Sirf vakt barbaad karti hai,โ Donga said to the others, exasperation evident in his expressionย
โAgar ladka hoti toh maar kar sab bulwa lete. Par vo bhi nahi kar sakte,โ Hamza added his voice reeking with desperation to extract information from you and at times it was hard for him to watch what Uzair was becoming into
โLekin isse hum muft me kitne din aur rakhenge? Paalne ke liye thodi laaye hai isseโ Yusuf added, making all of them nod in exasperation . โ Kuch kaam karwate hai, ameer ghar ki ladki hai jyada din nahi jhel paayiย khud thak kar sab bata degi,โ Yusuf suggested the softest torture method they ever had to come up with.
But these people weren't your friends and the words from their mouth did not particularly meant the same as they did for you
โOh madam, kaam kya kar leti ho tum?โ
You felt a wave of embarrassment and dread wash over you because how could you tell them that you had never worked a day in your life and what if they made you do disgusting stuff for them? It was a game of pride you had known that with the time spent with your โfatherโ and whats more humiliating than taking away what's considered your dignity in the society, and lose all autonomy to this men, after all how would they know all the hurt in a house full of menย
(oh baby you dont know)ย
Thatโs all you could hear in your head and suddenly wished Uzair had killed you too after he had killed your โfatherโ without a speck of emotion on his faceย
Donga repeated his question, voice a tad bit higher, at the same time Uzair entered finding himself to be perched cooly against one of the corners watching you with same coldness that ensued everydayย
โMene kuch puchha?! Kya kaam kar leti ho?โ
โVo basโฆpaani ubalne aata haiโ You whisperedย ย
โ Aur khaane mei kya banana aata hai?โย
โNoodles bana leti ..ho bas ek baar jalaya thaโย
โ VAAH ubalte hue paani mei noodles daalna hai tumhare liye khaana banana? Aur usmien bhi tumne jala diya???โ The absurdity toned down the atmosphere of the room making the men break into smiles they knew were not appropriate in the situation
Uzair breathed too hard for too long, running his hands up his hair, messing it up the heave of his chest growing tighter and faster when the laugh continuedย
โMAZAAK LAGTA HAI TUJHE YEH SAB?!โ
The venom in his voice made you flinch, making every breath feel like a task. He stepped closer to you and leaned down, his face inches away from your own, he reeked of alcohol, intensifying your terror for you were unaware of his next moveย
His hand dug into the line of your jaw, his thumb finding place at the side of your mouth from the way it engulfed the whole curve of your face,
ย โ Muh khol kuch puch raha hoon kuch tujhseโย
You whimpered your eyes going teary with how harshly he was holding youย
(gandu Uzair)ย
ย โ Bol, tera baap toh bahut bolta thaโย
He snarled in your face and no matter how hard you tried to play it cool you were scared, nothing could foretell what was going to happen to you if you continued to live with them ,continued to act this way and above all you were all alone. His roughness made you feel your heart wasย in your mouth but the proximity tingled down your spine, the warmth of his coarse hand spreading throughout your body, to the flush of your cheeks that you were glad you could hide in the guise of tears and the perilous heat that settled heavy between your legs.
He pulled back standing up straight with his grip everchanging on your face. Were you to posit this pull at the sight of his furrowed dense eyebrows and the ways his eyes watched down you, how he didn't put the effort to lean in to you to face letting his eyes do the work effortlessly and the way you could sense his thumb inching closer at times to the side of your mouth, it felt intimate the violence the hate from both of you mixing dangerously with an unsaid feeling that men and women like you weren't supposed to have given the situation this tension was born from him.
He is your fatherโs murderer and in his eyes you were just as guilty as your father to snatch his second chance to live, to destroy what was never his in the first place and after years of the life he spent under Rehmanโs shelter and shadow he was once again the boy who had lost both his parents in front of his eyes and watched helplessly but only this time he wasn't helpless, he could have saved Rehman one changed decision and his brother would have been alive, and this house wouldn't have felt so haunting.ย
He tried to watch you with the same loathe but unwillingly the sight of you standing there in the crowd while he decided Arshadโs fate crept in and how genuinely innocent and blameless you looked staring at him with nothing but terror and how your fear reduced to a fraction when his eyes met yours, he did not know that he was capable of such softness anymore when all that stirred in his heart was pain and abhorrence.
โBolโ he said coldly, squeezing your jaw tighter to muffle the thoughts in his head from the impact your lips parted. Both of you paused, eyes meeting to convey the same feeling of restlessness. You let him do as pleased, watching the rough pad of his thumb brush again at the side of your mouth to trace the edge of your lips, you shivered blinking up at him.
His body fought to stand still at the feel of the moisture from your tender lips that he admired from afar in the dead of the night, without further intel from his consciousness his thumb slipped into your mouth pressing at your tongue. The agitation of the softness, the velvety bumps of your tongue along with your salvia sticking to his skin that gave him a pleasure so depraved, and the hot breath that surrounded his skin added fuel to the fire. He did not say anything but the side of his mouth twitched his jaw tightening to keep in the low groan that threatened to leak out at the idea of that warm mouth to wrap around his cock, all the sense that he disappeared into thin air.
He dragged his slick finger back out smearing your own fluid past your lips, pushing down the plump bottom lip till it touched back at your skin before thrusting his thumb back in, your eyes rolled back for a second lips going to purse around the salty foreign object in your mouth, the heat between your legs elapsing all at the same point to the small bud that ached painfully. You wanted to bob your head show him how good you will be
Hamza choked out loud turning away, Uzair pulled away abruptly muttering curses under his breathย
There was a significant change in your daily activities now, from sitting by the window to doing all the housework . It was obviously not a pleasant change. Most changes are not pleasant. The first few days went terrible, constant criticism and yelling for not doing the work properly. Over the course of a few weeks you thought you had mastered it but it was completely opposite to Uzairโs opinion.ย
He chided you daily, barged in your room when he saw fit and asked you questions about your โfather.โ
All of this had started to drain you emotionally as well as physically, your eyes had begun to look sunken, your cheeks slightly hollow, the suppleness long gone, you had forgotten how the warm rays of the sun felt on your skin when you stepped outside, you were confined with no means of escape.
After your finger tips had wrinkled from wringing out the wet cloth to used to sweep the floor for the third time now, you plopped down exhausted on the floor. Your dupatta starting from your shoulder ending tied at the side of your waist leaned up againt the water bucket on the floor. Aslam house didn't withold any pity for you and your loneliness but you atleast lived the life of luxury, and your abbu jaan never even let you eat with your own hands whenever he was home, feeding you dinner in his lap while you talked about your daughter, he didn't want the dirt of the society touch his innocent child, didn't want the means she was born of become a bane of her existence but it did.ย
You wondered if he saw you like this what would he think?ย
โ Kaam karne bola hai ya sone bola hai?โ Uzair voice carried through the courtyard bursting your small bubble of thoughts,ย
โ Kaam karliya maine โ you whispered politely
โ Isko saaf kehte hai? Puri gandgi dikh rahi hai abhi bhiโ You both knew that wasn't the truth and somehow that made it more frustrating.ย
Three times you have run the cloth across the floor over this massive acres of land and he is asking you to do it all over again?ย Barely hold back your vexation you replied through gritted teeth
โ Aapki aankhien kamzoor hogi meri nahiโย
It was rude, you weren't supposed to say it but offending wasn't the first thing to catch at his face it was challenge turning the straight line of his lips downward.
โ Theek hai fir ya toh mera kamra saaf kardo ya fir firse pura farsh saaf karโย
His room fell straight in your vision from the room were kept captive in ,on the very opposite end but still visible and you were aware of the dishonourable state of his room today, with the clothes thrown out and heaping on the floor, and how the bedsheets were discarded half off the bed. The task wasn't to clean the room it was to withstand his gaze as you worked, and no you did not want to be in his room and work around in the stuff air of everything being his, did not want to want to see all of life pushed up at photos on shelves and see him as an human, be in the space he sprawled in every night it was all just too intimate. But a challenge was a challenge and you yourself had not felt that spark to prove yourself in three years now and Uzair aggravated the emotion at how hate was not the only thing you felt when you looked at him.
โ Thee hai mai aapka kamra saaf karungiโ You dragged yourself up and into his room, you forced yourself to focus your eyes ahead and keep them only and only on the pile of clothes to avoid being swayed the intoxicating smell of him that flooded the room, that felt your bones feel al little too weaker.ย
You posed yourself carefully making your cleavage spilled out as you worked that you bent over one to many times for himself to keep his face straight, if he was going to torture you with his ravenous eyes you were going to put him through the same suffering of the sight he cant, cant touch.
He grabbed you by the arm, โApne kamre mei jaaโ He shoved you out of the room breathing heavily shutting the door close with a loud bang but even after you could feel the tremor of his hands from outside the doorย
On the same day in the evening when Uzair and his men had decided to bother you (again) to ask you questions about your โfathersโ doings using words and names of people you had never heard in the entirety of your existence. Your fury had reached its crest, all of it overwhelmed you, the constant condemnation despite your best efforts and to top it all of the questioning irritated you to infinite ends. In the heat of the moment your bursted,
โKya hai ye roz ka?! Ye admi kaun hai! Isse kabhi dekha kya?! Ye kaha hai?! Vo kaha hai! Mera baap kya karta tha?! Ja ye kaam! Ja vo jakar bana! Thak gayi hu me! Khuda ke liye mujhe baksh do!! Saans nahi li jaati mujhse yahaโ
Uzair did not counter back he just repeat the same question that you had heard so many times by now it made your fist clench
โ Task force ka office kaha hai?โ
โ MUJHE NAHI PATA! AUR PATA HOTA BHI TOH MAI AAPKO NAHI BATATI!!โ You shouted the frustation getting at the last of your nerves and patience.
You regretted these words the second they came out of your mouth when Uzair ordered all his men to leave the rooms and stood up the movement so absolute it sent shivers down your spine. You watched around the room for mercy from everyone inside the room but they all avoided your eyes โ Rehne do Uzair bhai koi baat nahi bacchi haiโ Dhonga tried to reason with him ,but he dismissed them all out of with nothing but quietness
ย The door closed behind them leaving you stranded with him you took hurried steps back watching the sudden aggressiveness show through him as his veins pulled taut the scuttled movement send you stumbling back, your head hitting the bed frame as your body slid back against the wood , you winced in pain but you knew what was coming your way was far worse.ย
โ Tameez se jawab de de varna mujhe aur bhi tareeke pata haiโ
Uzair added coldly, crouching down on the floor, his eyes boring into your soul as he folded the sleeves of his pathani suit, you gulped for you were sure that you had finally broken what little dignity he was holding himself up to; to at least not raise his hand at a woman. His hand grabbed at your jaw it was the same familiar movement only the amit of that day was gone replaced with the harshness of a man who had been driven heinous from his grief โ Bol kya pata hai tujheโ โ Mujhe sach mei kuch nahi pata pleaseโ Your whimpered plea was cut off as his grip tightened .ย You saw him raise his other hand in a slap which made your primordially flinch and close your eyes, a quiet sob leaving your lips.ย
Aslam had slapped you once when you made the mistake of touching the photo frame of your mother and breaking it into pieces, he moved in instinct his hand connecting with your tiny cheek in a harsh blow that knocked a baby tooth out of your mouth, that was the first and the last time but it had stayed with you for years, the terror into your heart.
The feel of his heavy hand striking your flesh never came only the delicate brush of his finger as he swept the stray wave out of your face, the hand on your jaw falling to his side as he dawdled trailing his finger tips to the corner of your eyes where the tears formed, you had forgotten how to breathe, how to get your eyes to open again and if you would ever be able to handle that softness that must be on his face right now.ย
He hand travelled from the arch of your cheek to the back of your head, you felt the shift and the warmth of his body close- he was pulling you into his chest.
You remained stuck in place, feeling your own face as a stranger as it settled into hard plane of his chest, his lips touched at the top of you heard but the action so gentle it got passed and disappeared into the air before you could even be sure if what you felt was correct but the feeling of beating heart made you believe in it.
โSorryโ he whispered without any explanation leaving you with a departure that felt like breaking into pieces.
For the whole evening you did not see him, your eyes unwillingly glancing again and again the closed off door to his bedroom, you heard the sound of the skidding car outside the haveli and Uzair fuming as he strided back into his house.ย
You wondered if that gloominess was directed at you again but he went straight to his room ignoring Hamza tired sighs, you heard the clatter of things being knocked over as he desperately searched for something and then it went quiet all of a sudden, curiously you turned your headย
He spread out the white power at the tableย in a thin line, he took a second staring down at the mess he had created himself before pressing on finger at the side of his nose leaning in to snort in the line, he huffed up falling back into couch, barely breathing his eyes wild but you also saw the tears glistening them, you tried not to care, tried to shut off the the visual of his pain with wood that would conceal, but you could not bring yourself to, instead keeping the door open by a few inches.
The moon had been up in the sky for hours now, the usual silence of the night taking over. It was late even for the gangster whose work began in the dark leaving behind haveli empty and solace.Uzair watched you from the narrow opening of your door, though exhausted from work sleep never come easy and it never had since you were 6, the fear of what will cross your mind next when you closed your eyes scared you, tired you with how the visuals of the death remained still fresh in your heart.
You reached your hand back at the dori of the kurta, unfastening the fabric to get ready for bed. His large hand hauled you back crushing his chest at your back. You cried out loud, your body locking in place from how unexpected it was, his breath grazing at the side of your neck in heavy desperate pants. Fuck he was sniffing your neck, โ Kya kare ho choro mujheโ In another second he had gotten a hold of your face and is smashing his lips against yours.
You squirmed but it dont move him an inch as he sucked your lips in his hands going to tangle at the back of your hair. Ravelling in the soft waves he softened his kiss a fraction not crushing but punishing your tenderness with his controlled but still extremely hungry movement as he tilted his head to soak in the feel of you that had been calling for him for too long now, he kissed till he felt you let go of the stiffness and until it finally registeredย what he was doing.ย
His beard scratched gently at your face but that was nothing to what was happening, why was he kissing you right now? And why you found no fight left in yourself right now standing still to endure the assault of your lips, your knees faltering for a second before he steadied you snaking his muscular arm around your waist keeping you in arrest. And in the trance of the moment you moved your lips back with him in the same feverish rhythm of neediness and crazeย
โ Teri vajah se meri jindagi kuch nahi bachaโย
He grunted, pulling his head back only to dip it the crook of your neck leaving aggressively bright purple spots on your skin, you moaned breathlessly, head falling back to give more of yourself as he put the blame of his brotherโs death on you; what a sick verdict.ย
The coarse beard didn't just touched against the skin now it scraped at the delicate skin that he would have killed to touch, his movements scampered as if the soft feel of your body would disappear and the warm summer scent of you would evaporate into the thin air before he could truly worship it, he drew a dangerous path down the slope of your neck to your collarbone, his hands pulling down the kurta off your shoulder and descending his hungry lips at the parts of you that he hadn't seen it, he didn't went in first watching the soft curve with his dazed, tracing the shape under his fingerprints to feel if it was real before deciding to marr them with his possessiveness.
You had been quivering to a feeling you weren't a stranger but with Uzair it was different, you felt your heart thrum ten times stronger and all with thoughts that were almost a sin considering what you both were to each other.
โ Magar fir yeh sukoon bhi sirf tujh mei hi haiโ he continued, his tone gravely which sounded more like defeat than it did like hunger. Gosh you were supposed to be upset, he had done everything wrong from barging into your room in the middle of the night to forcing his lips on yours, everything wrong but you still tangled your finger in his dark thick waves yanking his head back to seal both of your lips together,this time doing it yourself.ย
A raw whimper cut out straight from his throat as he felt you move, finding it hard to hold himself back in the intoxication, his hand fisting into the fabric of the cheap cotton of the clothes he had made you wear. He traced the flimsy wet seam of your lips in a silent behest that broke the last of sense in your brain, it was Uzair who was inebriated he had an excuse what did you have? You just said in your head that he was forcing this upon you as you parted yours lips with utmost despair to feel his tongue slide into your mouth.
You almost fell back when his tongue mingled with yours , you couldnt feel what breathe was yours and what was his feeling all the same and one in the movement, moving in rapid circles together as you both drowned in each other's taste. His heat pooled at his stomach the drugs from before had made it more sensitive, he was aroused and erect from the second he saw you the narrow space looking at yourself in the mirror, watching your fingers pull open the knot and expose the span of your back that he so sullenly wanted to feel, and the warmth of your mouth was the same as he imagined, so were the tremors that shook your whole and the soft voice that hymned his name in between the exchange, kissing for so long that saliave dripped down the side of your mouth.ย
Deliriously you raised one leg resting it at his hips in an urge to soothe the burgeoning heat that made you walls suck around absolutely nothing, only to be met by the silhouette of his hard cock through the clothes.ย
With another half whine, half groan he threw you onto the mattress. Before you could root yourself back in place and reality he had already spread your legs wide, twisting your limbs as he placed and crashedย his hips into yours. You gasped at how intently his bulge pressed against your covered cunt, throbbing so hard you felt it twitch as if it was alive, โ Uzair stop itโ you hissed in an attempt to bite back the moan as he started grinding, his voice growing rugged, โ Meri hai tu sirf meriโย
The dripping precum dampened the fabric to both of your clothes and the wet sensation hitting you stronger than ever. As your back arched, legs fighting to close but with him a huge boulder - him. โ Uzairโ You pleaded and whined but the rhythm didn't stop, the friction crumbling you into deceitful bliss. The hard head poked at your stomach almost, slapping against your belly button with each thrust your eyes were starting to give out when it all halted and he fell upon you with all his weight.
He fell asleep, nuzzling his face into your neck like a grumpy cat who was caught off guard.
a/n- sorry for the edging ya all </3 but hehehe, also please nobody come for my boi for torturing her what else was he supposed to do lol.comment to be added or removed from the tag list!!
having a restless toddler is never an ideal situation for his parents. his hands moved in frustration across the mattress trying to reach his precious ammi.
normally she had him in her arms. something was seriously off. he blinked, rubbing his tiny fists against his eyes, only to realise he had been deliberately pushed out of the way to the far end of the mattress. instead of him, it was his abbu was wrapped around his ammi, spooning her as his face was buried deep in her thick hair, looking as peaceful as ever. zayanโs little face twisted in immediate betrayal and jealousy at the atrocity. he quickly sat up, pointing a chubby finger at the thief who stole his cuddles, โhaw! abbu chor!โ
hamzaโs eyes cracked open, a slow, smug smirk spreading across his face. he didnโt move an inch, instead tightening his grip around yalinaโs waist to pull her even closer. looking at his grumpy son who was getting more agitated as the seconds passed, โmaine kaha tha na, zayan,โ his voice husky, laced with satisfaction at his win. โammi meri hain. ab tum har gaye,โ he sung out to irritate his baby further.
zayan pouted so hard his lower lip began to practically touch his chin, but before the pair could launch into another bickering match over their jaan, yalina stirred, groaning at the early morning drama. neither of them wanted to set her off, most of the time she was the furthest thing from a morning person.
the war had been declared again as zayan shot a venomous look at his abbu who had the audacity to laugh it off, deeming him as an unworthy opponent.
hamza kissed his beautiful wifeโs forehead before letting her rest to start his day.
stubborn zayan, however, wasnโt one to forget and accept defeat so easily.
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later that night, zayan had been tucked into his own bed hours ago, leaving their bedroom quiet at last. with the toddler finally out of their sight, the tension dissolving into releasing their suppressed desires. hamza had yalina pinned beneath him, his large hands massaging her hips, โitni haseen jaan hai meri..pure din mein bas is chehray ko dekhne ka intezar rehta hai mujhe,โ he rumbled before sealing the distance between them both. his lips passionately claiming hers, kissing his dear wife as heโs desired to do so, fueled by the pent up frustration over the past few days. his mouth opened wide over hers, his tongue pushing past her teeth to slide deep into her mouth, tangling with hers deeply, stealing her breath. she let out a little whine, her hands gripping his shoulders as his mouth grew hungrier, his lips sliding over hers in a way that made her vision faint and ears ring. the pressure of his hard shaft pressed perfectly rubbing against her sensitive clit had her whimper beneath him, sending him a low groan that rattled in his chest.
hamzaโs hands slid down to cup her breasts roughly as he dragged his huge cock against her wet cunt. she let out a needy gasp at the slide of it, her body trembling from the teasing. hearing that little noise only drove him more feral. he loved the sounds he got out of his pretty wife and wanted to hear more. his thick cock grinding right against her soaking cunt, as he briefly pushed just the tip in for a long second. she let out a weak whine into his mouth, he broke the kiss to drag his lips down the line of her jaw, his breath tingly against her skin before he buried his mouth in her neck. he sucked gently at her sweet, sensitive spot to leave a faint pink love bite. the room was warm, filled only with the sound of their ragged breathing and the rustle of the sheets shifting against their skin. โtum sirf meri ho jaan. itni khubsoorat..pagal kar dogi mujhe,โ hamza panted, peppering more kisses against her soft skin, his beard scratching her slightly as his lips traced another path up from her neck to her jawline. yalina arched into his touch, she needed every inch of him. a breathless moan escaping her mouth, โhamza..please i..โ just as the tension in the room reached its absolute peak, the door creaked open.
a meek sniffle cut through the intimate noises.
hamza froze instantly, his entire body going rigid as he hovered over yalina. he let out a long, deeply pained groan against her temple, closing his eyes in disbelief. yalina gasped, quickly pulling the duvet up to her chest. standing in the doorway, clutching a stuffed bear by its ear, was a clearly upset zayan.
โammi..โ he whimpered, a hot tear rolling down his cheek. โbura khwab..monster aya tha.โ the annoyance vanished from yalinaโs face instantly, replaced by her motherly instinct. โoh, meri jaan,โ she cooed, forgetting all about the sulking man as she poked him in the chest to move. rushing to pull one of hamzaโs shirt over herself, simultaneously scrambling to fix the blankets in time, since her husband was stuck in a trance of despair.
hamza reluctantly rolled off her, lying flat on his back as he stared blankly at the wall. he looked like a man whose soul had physically left his body. โya allah, mujhe sabr de,โ hamza muttered to absolutely no one in particular, rubbing his face with both hands in utter defeat.
zayan paid no attention. he didnโt care about his abbu's misery. he had other priorities, he rushed up onto the bed, oblivious to what he had just interrupted. wedging himself right between them, burying his cute tear stained face directly into yalinaโs neck, sniffing loudly.
yalina wrapped her arms around him, rocking him gently. โkuch nahi hota, meri jaan. ammi yahan hain. monster chala gaya.โ safe in his ammiโs soothing hold, zayanโs sobbing stopped within minutes. his little face coated with wet eyelashes and a adorable sorry look for himself whilst he shifted around until he was comfortable, on the verge of a graceful slumber.
but he was forgetting one thing. right before he closed his eyes, he looked straight at his abbu, meeting his narrowing green gaze as zayan gave him a sleepy, yet undeniably victorious look.
hamza then glared pathetically at his toddler in pin drop silence until he whispered, โtum jaan bujh kar karte ho na?โ
zayan ignored him, snuggling closer to his ammi, shutting his eyes with a content, blissful sigh.
yalina hid her face in the pillow as she tried to muffle her laughter. hamza looked down at his gorgeous wife, then at his son and let out one exhausted sigh, realising that he was probably never, ever going to win.
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the next morning, hamza woke up with a stiff neck and a sour scowl. zayan was fast asleep, carefully pushing his toddlerโs stinky feet away from his face, hamza shifted closer over to yalinaโs side of the bed.
she was already awake, lying on her side and watching the two of them with an amused smile. โgood morning, meri jaanโ she whispered softly, her curls tumbling over her shoulders. โkuch good nahi hai,โ his morning voice raspy and incredibly grumpy, though yalina had always found it effortlessly seductive. โyeh larka meri jaan lene ke chakkar mein haiโ hamza grumbled.
yalina chuckled, reaching out to stroke his cheek. โbachha hai, hamza. and he was scared.โ
โbura khwab usay nahi, mujhe aa raha hai,โ hamza muttered. he leaned over, his eyes softening as he looked at his wife. ignoring the sleeping toddler between them, he leaned across the mattress and pressed a deep, hungry kiss right against yalinaโs lips.
as soon as the kiss grew more needy, zayanโs toddler spider senses alerted him. without even opening his eyes, the three year old felt the exact second his parents were sharing a cute moment. an annoyed, furious grunt escaped his lips as his little arms swayed blindly through the air, trying to smack at whatever was interrupting his peace, his face twisting into a look of irritation.
yalina immediately pulled back from the kiss, breathless and giggling as she caught zayanโs stray hand to keep him from accidentally hitting his abbu.
โbas hamza, choro, uth jayega phir se,โ as she hesitantly pulled away from him. hamza took one look at his sonโs furrowed eyebrows, knowing his baby was on the brink of launching a full scale morning tantrum. accepting his limits, he quickly retreated, tossing zayanโs floral kambal he had also stolen off his legs. leaving for a shower before his kid could open his eyes and scream his ears off.
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hamza entered the kitchen, looking every bit like a frustrated husband on a sacred mission. he scanned the room cautiously. zayan was safely strapped into his high chair at the dining table, momentarily engrossed in a bowl of coco pops, using his plastic spoon to splash the milk around rather than actually eating it.
with his son occupied he wasted no time to seize his opportunity, he carefully slipped up behind yalina, his muscular frame enveloping her. his large arms wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her back flush against his broad chest. โhamza, hatto,โ yalina hissed under her breath, though a soft smile appeared on her face instantly, โzayan dekh lega.โ
โdekhne doโ hamza muttered into the crook of her neck, his long beard scraping pleasantly against her delicate skin as he pressed a warm kiss right below her ear, trailing a row of them lower as he spoke, โpoori raat uski bura khwab wajah se zaya ho gayi. kam se kam ab tou sukoon lene do.โ
yalina leaned into him laughing lightly, โtum bilkul sudharne nahi wale.โ
โmeri wife ho tum. kyun sudhroon?โ hamza mumbled, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips, placing her right where he wanted her. he was determined to steal every single ounce of her attention before the little dictator at the table noticed.
but a mazariโs sixth sense was incomparable.
the clinking of the plastic spoon stopped instantly. hamza stayed still, his lips still pressed against her neck, holding his breath.
โammi! juice!โ zayanโs demanding voice echoed through the kitchen.
yalina tried to step away, but hamzaโs grip tightened. โdont move,โ he insisted. โignore him. he has milk.โ
โabbu! nahi. hatto ammi se!โ zayan yelled louder, his little face flushing pink with immediate jealousy.
he began banging his spoon against the tray of his high chair in a chaotic protest, โammiii! gande abbu ko maro!โ
hamza finally let go of yalinaโs waist with a frustrated, defeated groan, turning around to face his son. โoye, badtameez. main apni wife ke saath khara hoon. tum apna cereal khao aur chup karo.โ
โnahi! meri ammi hain!โ zayan shouted back, tossing his spoon directly at hamza. however, it missed by a mile, clattering on the floor.
yalina shook her head as she picked up a cup of apple juice from the counter. she walked over to the high chair, leaning down to place a comforting hand to ruffle zayanโs hair while sliding the cup toward him. โachha baba bas, dono larna band karo. meri jaan juice piyo. aur hamza, tum apna naashta karo aur chup chap kaam par jao.โ
hamza slouched onto the dining chair right across from his son, watching the toddler take a triumphant sip from his straw. the kid literally raised his eyebrows at his opponent over the rim of his cup.
โnahi yeh mazaak hora hai. yeh mujhe chira raha hai.โ hamza snitched, pointing a finger at his son, โyalina, look at him. yeh jaan bujh kar karta hai.โ
โtum dono ek jaise ho,โ yalina sighed as she sat down between them, passing hamza a cup of steaming chai and took a sip of her own iced coffee. โis ghar mein ek bachha kam tha jo tum bhi bachhe ban gaye ho?โ
hamza ripped off a piece of aloo paratha, chewing grumpily. โuff please. mujh jaise shareef insaan ko is badmash dramebaaz se compare mat karo.โ
the playful idea slipped in her mind, looking more tempting as she looked at hamzaโs brooding, handsome face, then at zayan, who was stopped splashing his breakfast, currently trying to wipe a smear of cereal milk off his nose with his forearm. she set her glass down, a sneaky glint seeped through her gaze, โwaise hamzaโ yalina began softly, her voice carrying a tone that instantly made hamza stop eating. he looked up, his sharp green eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity, โhm?โ
โmain soch rahi thi..โ she trailed off, keeping her gaze fixed on her cup as she swirled the remaining liquid. โzayan ab teen saal ka ho gaya hai. thoda bara ho raha hai.โ
โshukar hai allah ka,โ hamza grumbled, glancing at his son. โjaldi bara ho taake isko is ghar se bahar nikaloon.โ he muttered as he chewed more aggressively.
โi think he needs a siblingโ yalina said plainly, looking up to lock her eyes directly with her sulking husband, โek aur baby hona chahiye na? zayan lonely ho jata hai.โ
hamza literally choked on his paratha.
he coughed dramatically, grabbing his cup of karak chai and gulping it down to clear his throat.
across the table, zayan stopped smirking and slurping his juice, his little head tilting in confusion, he didnโt quite understand the word โsiblingโ yet. he just knew something suspicious was going on.
โkya?โ hamza rasped out, staring at his wife with wide eyes to check if she was joking. โek aur? are you out of your mind, yalina?โ
โkyun? kya buraai hai?โ yalina teased, thoroughly enjoying the panic on her husbandโs face. โek chota bhai ya behen.. kya pata twins ho jayen?โ
โek zayan ne meri zindagi haraam kar ke rakhi hui haiโ hamza retorted desperately, as he leaned across the table toward her. โmujhpar taras khao, jaan. agar ek aur zayan is ghar mein aa gaya, tou main sach mein paagal ho jaongi. mujhe meri wife kabhi wapas nahi milegi.โ
yalina held back her laughter as much as she could, reaching over to squeeze his bicep, โho sakta, bilkul khamosh sa bacha ho. zayan ke bilkul opposite.โ
โimpossible,โ hamza groaned, slumping back into his chair. โmazari blood hai. tez aur ziddi hi paida hoga. i am not taking that risk.โ
zayan, not happy with the suspicious energy and catching his name being thrown around, slammed his fists on the tray, โabbu! no talk me! no zayan!โ
hamza pointed his hand in exasperation at the toddler. โdekh rahi ho? abhi se threat kar raha hai mujhe. agar ek aur aaya, yeh dono mil kar mujhe is ghar se nikal denge.โ
yalina couldnโt stop laughing at the misery of her favourite, intimidating man stubbornly refusing the idea of a hypothetical newborn. โtheek hai, theek hai. hum baad mein discuss karenge.โ
โbaad mein bhi nahi,โ hamza countered firmly, though a pretty smile broke through his stern exterior as he watched his beloved smile.
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a/n: lwk idk whatโs happening with my other fics xx iโm not ok, i think something is deeply wrong w me for still mourning this fuck ahh couple. like wdym we wonโt be getting new content n see them reunite, ever??? i cant even listen to music in peace without thinking about them. when i tell u ive never felt this over a fictional couple i mean it, i hate jassi for not sending them away before hand, literally anything to have them all together (yes ik his country came first etc) but he couldโve atleast told her loves her like wtf i hate men esp this emotionally constipated final boss, i donโt want to have to read into every little detail, just tell her u love her bruh u know itโs the last time so say it ๐คฌ it is 5am so im probably being dramatic over the edits of them
nfak hits diff with hamlina istg n i will never stop talking about this song, iโm trying to make a drabble with this intertwined however itโs not really working out but the song is insanely beautiful
This is a work of fiction based on the fictional character Major Iqbal from the Dhurandhar franchise, portrayed by actor Arjun Rampal. This story does not depict or reflect the individual's real personality, beliefs, or actions. Furthermore, this work does not support, glorify, romanticize, justify, or promote terrorism, violence, extremism, or any illegal activities. All events and characterizations are fictional and created solely for entertainment purposes.
Credits to Credit @/cursed-carmine for the divider โก
The house had been loud since the morning.
Even before you opened your eyes, you could hear the pans and pots clattering downstairs, children laughing in the courtyard, and your mother's voice through the entire house as she instructed the helpers where to place the trays of sweets. Eid had a way of turning your otherwise peaceful home into absolute chaos, and every year you promised yourself that you'd wake up early enough to avoid being assigned chores. But unfortunately, every year, you failed.
"Y/N!" Your mother called out for you. You groaned, pulling the blanket over your head. "Beta, uth jao. Mehmaan aane wale hain."
"It's eight in the morning, Ammi, guests won't disappear if I sleep another hour."
"Main disappear kar dungi tumhe agar paanch minute mein neeche nahi aayi."
The door opened before you could protest further.
Your brother leaned against the door , already dressed in an ivory kurta, looking so pleased with the situation. "Ammi sahi keh rahi hain. Uth jao. Aaj bohot kaam hai." He said.
You narrowed your eyes at him. "You enjoy this, don't you?"
"Thoda sa." He chuckled
By noon, the house no longer felt like your own. Because relatives wandered in and out of every room, children raced through the hallways without a care in the world, and your mother had somehow managed to give you six different tasks in under 2 minutes. You'd barely finished arranging the mithai before she handed you another tray.
"Yeh drawing room mein rakh do. Aur haan, kisi bacchae ko abhi eidi mat dena."
You nodded absentmindedly, stealing a kaju katli the moment her back was turned.
"Y/N."
You froze.
"...Ji?"
"Neeche rakho."
"I was just checking if it was fresh."
She narrowed her eyes and stared at you. Defeated, you placed the sweet back.
It wasn't until the first guests arrived that you noticed your brother behaving strangely. And at first, you ignored it. Everyone checked their phones. Everyone stepped outside to greet relatives. It was only natural to do so. But after watching him unlock his phone for the fifteenth time, glance toward the front gate, then repeat the process less than a minute later, you couldn't help yourself.
You walked over, folding your arms across your chest.
"Kisi ka intezar hai?"
He didn't even look up.
"Nahi."
"Girlfriend? "
That finally got his attention.
"Arrey baba nahi."
"Subah se phone check kar rahe ho. Kaun aa raha hai?"
For a brief second, he hesitated. Then, just as quickly, he slipped the phone back into his pocket.
"Tum bohot sawaal karti ho."
"Aur tum jawab nahi dete."
He huffed and said,
"Jao, Ammi bula rahi hain."
You glanced toward the kitchen, expecting your mother to be there. But she wasn't. By the time you looked back at your brother, he was already walking towards the front window again. Before you could follow him, your mother appeared out of nowhere, pressing a silver tray into your hands.
"Y/N, beta. Yeh sharbat drawing room mein rakh do. Aur haan, kisi ko dobara kehna na pade."
"Ammi...Main poore din bas trays hi utha rahi hoon." You groaned
"Eid hai. Kaam bhi hoga."
Knowing that it would be stupid to argue, you reluctantly took the tray and made your way towards the drawing room. Before you could even set it down, your youngest cousin appeared beside you, tugging at your sleeve.
"Aapi! Eidi!"
"Main ATM lagti hoon tumhein?"
The little boy pouted dramatically before running off in search of another victim. You laughed quietly, shaking your head as you finally placed the tray on the centre table.
The house buzzed with conversation, laughter spilling from every corner. Your uncles had already begun arguing over cricket, your aunts were comparing sheer khurma recipes, and the children had somehow turned the hallway into a marathon track.
Everything felt... normal
Until the sound of tyres crunching against the gravel outside reached your ears. It was quite subtle. Almost easy to miss. But not for the people who had been waiting for it.
Your father was the first to stand. Your brother slipped his phone into his pocket almost instantly. Two of your uncles excused themselves mid-conversation and headed towards the entrance. You frowned.
"Ab kaun aa gaya?" you muttered to yourself. Unable to resist, you wandered towards the entrance, pretending to straighten the flowers your mother had arranged earlier.
The front door stood open.
From where you were standing, you could only catch glimpses of the driveway beyond the guests gathered near the entrance. A black SUV stood parked outside. Another had pulled up behind it. You watched your father step forward with an unfamiliar warmth.
"Eid Mubarak, Major Sahab."
"Eid Mubarak."
The man's reply was quiet.
You couldn't see the man's face properly, only the broad outline of his shoulders as he greeted the others with a firm handshake. You also noticed a few silver stands through his otherwise dark hair. He seemed older than you.
One by one, the older relatives greeted him. Your brother was the last. They exchanged a brief handshake. A few words too quiet for you to hear. Then they disappeared further inside the house. You looked towards your cousin.
"Kaun hain?"
"Koi ISI ka Major shayad." She shrugged softly.
Major.. hm..
Dinner passed quicker than you expected. Or perhaps you simply spent too much time observing the mysterious guest from across the room. He barely spoke. Mostly listened. Occasionally nodded. Yet somehow, conversations always seemed to revolve around him. Even the children in the house adored him. You watched one little girl climb straight into his lap demanding eidi.
"Major chachu! Eidi !"
This wasn't what you'd imagined after seeing everyone's reaction to his arrival.
Time skip
"Family photo!"
Your eldest cousin clapped her hands loudly, immediately earning a chorus of complaints from every adult present.
"Arrey, rehne bhi do."
"Har saal zaroori hai kya?"
"Bas do minute lagenge!"
Those two minutes, as always, turned into thirty. People shuffled from one place to another while your cousin insisted on arranging everyone "properly."
"Dadi centre mein... Bhai thoda left... bachon ko aage bithao..."
You quietly stood near the back, hoping not to be noticed. As you silently prayed your cousin would point at literally anyone else. Fate, however, seemed to find your misery entertaining.
"Y/N! Gap aa raha hai. Zara idhar aa jao."
She pointed towards the only empty spot left. Right beside the man. Without giving it much thought, you walked over and slipped into place. Only then did you realize just how close you were. Close enough to feel the body heat adiating from him despite the cool evening breeze. Close enough that, when he shifted ever so slightly to make room, the faintest trace of his cologne reached you.
It wasn't sweet. Nor was it the fresh citrus scents younger men seemed to drown themselves in. It was darker. Smoky oud softened and warm amber, and beneath it, something else which you couldn't lay your finger on.
Whiskey? Maybe...
The quiet scent of tobacco. Not the sharp sting of freshly lit cheap cigarettes, but the kind that would find its way into wool and cotton after a long time. Smoky, and dry.
It was warm. Heavy.
Just as the photographer adjusted his camera, your brother looked up. His expression changed immediately.
"Y/N, Idhar aao."
"Kyun?"
"Bas. Mere paas aa jao."
"Bhai, it's literally just a photo." You frowned
A few relatives looked between the two of you, confused.
You folded your arms.
"Allah... kya farq padta hai? Main yahin theek hoon."
Then, for the first time that evening, the man beside you spoke.
"Rehne dijiye. Kuch waqt ki baat hai."
For a moment, neither of you moved. Then your brother nodded softly. Something seemed off. Because your brother was never this obedient.
You glanced between them, completely lost. Why had he suddenly become so insistent? And why did one sentence from this man end the conversation?
Before you could ask, your cousin groaned dramatically.
"Agar sabka drama khatam ho gaya ho toh camera ki taraf dekhein?"
A ripple of laughter spread through the family.
Click! Click! Click!
As the photograph was done, everyone began moving back to their places, you too stepped away, only for the delicate embroidery on your sleeve to catch against the metal edge of his watch.
"Oh-"
Before you could free it, he simply rotated his wrist, and the fabric slipped loose.
And for the first time all evening, his gaze met yours.
"Aahista." he said
No smile. No introduction. Just one word. Then he walked away.
Later that night, your cousin sent the family photograph to the group chat. And you opened it without thinking much. Everyone was smiling.
Everyone except him.
Standing perfectly still amidst the laughter, his expression remained calm.
You zoomed in. Then frowned.
Why were you looking at him again?
You locked your phone and placed it face down.
And yet somehow...
His eyes followed you into your dreams.
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[ Disclaimer - This is a fanfiction based on the Indian movie franchise - Dhurandhar. Characters mentioned in this fic are based on the fictional versions depicted in the movie and not their real life counterparts. All the characters except y/n belong to thel makers of the movie.]
Warnings - smut, consensual somnophilia.
{A/N - here's a very short oneshot, not proofread. I hope nobody gets offended by this. Please skip it if you're uncomfortable with somnophilia.}
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It was half past two in the morning when Iqbal walked in through the front door of your home and was met with the usual silence of early morning.
He was exhausted.
The debriefing had gone wrong, his plan to create an insurgency on the other side of the border had gone wrong and while testing the arms brought in the new consignment, one of the rifles had heavy recoil which left his shoulder aching. Overall he had a very bad and frustrating day, by the end of the day he was all pent-up.
He opens the bedroom door quietly, the sight he finds nearly brings him to his knees.
You're sleeping on your side of the bed, a half-open book laid on your stomach, which looked like you fell asleep while reading it. The thin strap of your night gown had slipped off one shoulder. The short gown had ridden up, exposing your lace panties and smooth legs.
Your chest rose and fell as you took rhythmic breaths, your hair sprawled on the pillow, framing your face.
His eyes softened and he moved towards the bed.
He gently took away the half-open book before placing it on the side table and brushed the hair strands away from your face.
He looked at you, tracing his eyes over your face. Taking in your features.
You looked cute.
His heart feels full at your sight, but he feels something else tighten too.
Reluctantly he pulls himself away and towards the shower.
He undresses and looks into the mirror, his eyes rested on the specks of blood on his face, it's not his blood ofcourse.
He loves you, you make it easy for him.
He gets under the shower and scrubs away the sweat and dirt until the water runs clear. He hums as he feels his muscles relax as the warm water runs down his body.
After he's done he slips on just sweatpants and sighs. Thoughts of sleep overtake his mind.
But all of that goes out the window when enters your room again and his gaze lands on you.
He slips in beside you, careful not to wake you up as the bed dips under his weight. He sits against the headboard with his arms crossed on his bare chest to keep them from inching towards you.
He's still too damn pent-up and he needs to relieve it. He stares at the ceiling as his pulse rises, the wet spot forming on his sweatpants is the least comfortable thing and his cock keeps growing every second.
He should not have a problem to touch you. He had done that before. Would it be selfish to disturb you?
He just needs to get it out of his system, he thinks and turns his head to you.
He fails to stop his hand from moving, placing it on your ass, he's studying your face for any reaction but it won't come. He slowly starts kneading the flesh, careful enough to not wake you up.
He hooks his fingers into your waistband and slowly drags them down until they're completely off.
He holds his breath for a moment before wrapping his large hands around your thighs and pushing them apart, now he kneels in between them getting a closer view at your cunt. It glistens in the dim light, already wet and leaking.
He bites the inside of his cheek and wonders if you would be mad but you did tell him that you liked being used by him.
He runs two of his fingers up and down your slit, making you shift ever so slightly. He finds your clit and starts rubbing it in circles, your hips shift and you let out small whimpers. He thrusts two fingers inside your cunt and you let out breathy moans.
After a minute or so he pushes his sweatpants down, his hardened cock springs free. He pulls his fingers away, rubbing your slick on his cock, he fists his cock a couple of times and then presses his tip to your entrance.
You start squirming under him.
He slides in slowly.
Your breathing speeds up for a moment before you open your eyes, slowly.
โI-Iqbal?โ You said, gasping as he slid in completely, stretching your hole.
โShhhโฆmeri jaan,โ he said.
He gave you a moment to adjust before moving his cock in and out of your pussy.
โAhโฆahhh,โ you moan, wrapping your legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
He buries his face into your neck, trailing open mouth kisses along the curve.
You grip onto his shoulders as he increases the pace. You arch your back to adjust yourself and that just sends his thick cock reaming into your sweet spot.
Your legs are already shaking. Close, you were already close, you don't even remember when the build up happened.
โJagana nahi chahatha tha lekin tum itni haseen lag rahi thi โnghโ mujhe nahi laga ki tumhe bura lagega.โ
Your grip on his shoulders tightened, your nails digging into his skin, deep enough to leave a few marks. Your moans get increasingly loud at each smack of his hips. Your eyes rolled back in your head, toes curling in.
โOh, ohโฆIqbalโโ
He grunts in pleasure.
Your thighs seize as your orgasm throttles through your tired and spent body feeling your slick rush around his girth as you tremble below him.
A quick warm kiss on your cheek made you sigh, relaxing into it as he sped up and unloads himself inside you.
He pulls out and collapses beside you.
โMissed you.โ You whisper.
โI missed you too.โ He replies.
He kissed you, passionate and open mouthed.
You make out until sleep starts evading both of your senses again. You use your last bit of strength to drape an arm across his chest.
The last thing you remember is him pulling the blanket over you and pressing a kiss to your forehead while his thumb traced the diamond ring on your finger where your hand lay on his chest.
