Ghar Wapsi
Summary: Hamza's promise to you to bring you back to your shared motherland with him.
Pairing: Hamza Ali Mazari x fem!reader
Genre: angst
Warnings: spoilers if you haven't already watched the movie ig, mention of blood (tell me if any)
Word count: 2.5k
A/n: i cried while writing the last part....to my beloved, my muse @hamzaalimazari 💙 ehehehe he got the vn of me sobbing while writing this...to my readers please trust the process and the author. Characters aren't mine, this fic is purely dedicated to the movie based "character" and not anything in reality, IT'S PURELY FICTIONAL.
Part 2
The black jeeps were parked outside the villa. You generally hated this feeling, it's gut wrenching in all ways possible. Hamza, your husband was dressed in his signature black kurta, a vest over it and a long black jacket. He looked neat, his hair fell in cascading waves down his back making him look like a babbar sher.
But the scene holds more than that. You are standing outside, in front of him near his black Hummer jeep. You have already seen that small bundle of files kept over his jeep’s bonnet but for now you ignore it, directing your attention back to the man in front of you. You knew when he was tense, veins visible, jaw tight as if he was holding back something dangerous.
Your eyes met, words weren't enough for what you both were feeling right now. You tried to speak but words couldn't come out so tears did and Hamza didn't waste a second before pulling you into his arms. You're flush against his firm chest. His hands rubbing your back as a reassurance of the promise he made to you, back when you moved in with him in his kabutttarkhana.
“Wada kiya tha tumse meri jaan. Agar aese aasu bahaogi to mujhe lagega ki tumhe mujh par bharosa nhi hai.” His words reminded you of the promise he had made long back then.
“Aap par pura bharosa hai lekin wakht par nhi, kuch bhi ho skta hai. Aap pakka wapis aaoge na?” you asked, looking up at him with dewy eyes.
“Kuch bhi hojaye lekin tum mere sath meri bahon mei rahogi jald hi, mai iss wakht ko bhi hame alag nhi karne dunga. Meri baat yaad rkhna.” he reassured, cupping your face in his palm. He was holding his entire world in his arms right now. He wished so badly he could take those tears away, knowing you'll be anxious until you two reunite but he has to leave. His mission was about to reach its end, the final blow to take down those who have scavenged his country for years and he's going all at it this time.
“Kal jo mai karne ja rha hu uske baad jyada der tak ham Pakistan mei nhi reh payenge.”
Hamza reluctantly let go of you to hand you the passport kept on his car’s bonnet. “Ye London ki tickets hai, kal raat mere wapis aate hi ham rwana ho jayenge.” His words remained firm despite your worries as he handed over the tickets to you.
You looked into his eyes, letting him know you'll be waiting and he gathered you into a hug again. His arms around you have always made you feel safe, you wished you could have them forever.
Pulling away unwillingly, he turned to get into the jeep as you kissed the back of his hand with reverence.
You stood back watching him leave you, only for a while as he promised.
You were like a moth to his flames, knowing it would burn you one day but you still choose to stay until your last breath. You didn't even care about being burned or being saved because how could you think about yourself when the man you love is burning everyday in this hell he has been sent into.
Years ago when you lived with him in his kabutttarkhana, you remember telling him about your past and how you ended up living in Lyari despite being an Indian. Yes, your great grandparents were Indians. In the partition of 1947 they ended up on the other side of the Indian borders, unfortunately. Since then the upcoming two generations have been living here disguised as the locals to survive, just to survive. No malice against anyone around you, you were only taught to survive and if you get lucky enough one day you'll go back to your motherland.
After your father's demise, your mother told you about your ancestral identity. Since then it always bugged you that would you ever earn so much in life to ever find your way out of Lyari? The answer was always a no until you met Hamza. You both fell in love, how? That's something you'd save up for your grandkids to tell.
Originally you thought he was Balochi but when you told him your side of the story and expected him to be mad at you for not telling him that you're a Hindu before dating, he just chuckled and shook his head.
You were scared because this could be the calm before the storm but he just pulled you into his arms.
“Uh, aap mujhse naraz nhi hai?” you still remembered that conversation very well.
“Bilkul bhi nhi. Aapko apne asli ghar wapis jana hai na?” Your eyes widened at his words as you stuttered.
“Hamza aapke bina mai kahi kyu jana chahungi? Kya aap mujhe khud se dur bhej denge?” You were scared that he's being sarcastically sweet but the truth was something entirely different and it was in your favour.
Soon he told you about his real identity and asked you to stay quiet about it, so you did. He didn't tell you everything just so you won't panic but with time you knew what he's up to yet you stayed away from digging in too deep.
At times you would get worried about him and wanted to ask him questions but then his words always held you back.
“Agar mere sath rehna hai to tum mujhse koi sawal nhi karogi. Mujh par sirf tumhara haq rahega hmesa ke liye.”
You remember that day when he said these words. He came back home late, he looked like a mess. That morning you agreed to him and here you are.
He has never disappointed you with his promises and you hoped it would stay like that because one promise breaking can cause the lifetime separation between you two.
A day has passed and that dreadful feeling in your guts still remains. You couldn't sleep since the night he left, you barely wanted to do anything because he's basically your source of energy. Every waking hour you have devoted to him and now you're not even sure when he's gonna be back? And that's dreading you.
While sitting in your shared bedroom your mind wandered to that night when you heard inspector Omar talking about his suspicions on Hamza to Sp Aslam. You did tell your husband about it but you felt like someone else needs to know this too, someone who's close to him and will help him just in case.
Rizwan….no, can't be him because he's already with Hamza.
“Soch aesa kon hai jo Hamza ko back-up de sake. Anyone just anyone…” and then it striked you. Jameel Jamali.
Jameel uncle has been a close associate with your husband. Maybe, just maybe if you tell him without giving him the entire truth of Hamza being an Indian spy then he could provide him with some back-up.
Without thinking much you called Jamali. A few rings later he picked it up.
“Jameel uncle!” Your tone already gave out your worriness.
“Arey mera baccha, tu thik hai? Itni pareshan kyu lag rhi hai?” he questioned in a less worried voice.
“Uncle wo Hamza….aapko pta hai na wo kaha gaye hai.”
“Haa magar…” he hesitated to tell you about Hamza’s whereabouts.
“Inspector Omar unke piche lage hai uncle. Wo unhe giraftaar karne ki baat kar rhe the uss din party mei. Please aap kuch kariye uncle.” You pleaded in a low desperate tone.
“Lekin Omar use giraftaar kyu karega?” He questioned.
“Mujhe nhi pta uncle maine puri baat to nhi suni lekin wo kuch na kuch karne wala hai. Aap Hamza ko please bcha lijiye. I beg you.” You sobbed holding onto the phone in your hand.
On the other end of the call Jameel can only sigh to your pleading. “Mai Puri koshish karunga. Tu chinta maat kar beta. Bacche ho tum dono mere. Thik hai?” he tried reassuring you before the call was cut.
Jamali was quick to draw out his secret cell phone from his drawer as he called the IBI officer in Delhi.
Sanyal was quick to pick up the call from his asset.
“Sanyal sahab, ISI Hamza ko uthane wali hai…please act fast.” there was an urgency in his delivery.
“Mujhe home minister sahab se baat karni padegi. Keep me informed.” now Sanyal also knows what's up.
You placed the phone beside you as silent tears slipped down your cheeks. Somehow you managed to alert Jameel about the consequences that might follow but was it right to tell him? It won't make matters worse for Hamza, right?
Here Hamza struggled against Iqbal after showing the gates of hell to the two of his men. He was roughed up and dusted but he kept fighting and chasing that formidable man.
He chased Iqbal down and every step he took brought him closer to end this threat wrapped in human skin.
Hamza's face was painted in blood, every breath he takes comes out as a roar. A roar ready to tear the man in a million pieces standing in front of him. After losing his legs Iqbal was set up in a freight train carrying fuel. Hamza pulled him up by wrapping a chain around Iqbal.
“Bahut khun baha liya tune. Par ab bss.” He was feral now. If you would see him right now, you won't believe your eyes but you'll definitely be proud of him.
“Ye naya Hindustan hai, ye ghar mei ghusega bhi aur marega bhi.” He roared at the guy as he shook him by his collar. Iqbal groaned in pain but as they say ‘rassi jal gayi lekin bal nhi gaya’, he continued to spat venom against your homeland but Hamza was deaf to his screams now. He got down from a ladder fixed on the train and pulled open the tap, from which the oil started flowing outside on the ground.
Hamza brings out the lighter, setting it a bit far away and letting the fuel flow towards it, as if letting the end of the nemesis of his nation chase itself.
As he walked away, the screams of the man continued from behind him. Iqbal cursed at his fullest but it did not matter because his curses were about to end with him as the fuel reached the lighter and a huge blast happened, causing the chain reaction of blowing up of the freight train.
Hamza on the other hand sat down, tired and bruised and the first thing he did was to take out his cell phone.
Your phone rang and when you reached to pick it up your eyes widened to see the caller’s name, 'Jaan'. It was him, with a trembling hand you picked it up.
The silence stayed between you two, just low breathing from both the sides. You pressed your lips together letting out a choked sob. Hamza let out a shaky breath before saying your name and that broke you down completely. You cried desperately, all the anxiety piled up in you came out at once. He did call you finally.
“Ek aakhri baar tumhare labo se apna naam sunna chahta hu.”
You gathered your voice at his request.
“Hamza…” you let out clearly, fighting back tears.
“Mera asli naam janna chahogi?” He asked and after a few seconds passed, he whispered “Jaskirat.”
“Jaskirat.” You repeated back, proudly. Oh you were so proud of him, even though your heart was breaking but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything.
Taking in a few breaths, soaking your heart in your lover's name. You let it consume you completely. That's all you ever wanted.
Hamza heard you breaking down again and so did he but he can't let you hear it, he needs to let you go. He closed his eyes before he cut the call.
You gasped slightly calling out his name, looking at the empty screen of your phone.
“Hamza…Hamza…please…” your legs gave up as you say on the nearest couch.
You felt like your heart had been ripped out of you, hell even that would hurt less. Clutching the phone near to where he resides, you heart, you cried and cried. He left you no choice. Tears streamed endlessly down your face while desperate sobs tore from your chest hard enough to leave you breathless.
Here Hamza sat back knowing what's about to happen now. He let himself reminisce about you for the time being. His promise, did he break it? Did he ruin the home you dreamed of with him? Going back home? With you?
He wished he could have taken another way out of this in which he could get you safely back home with him.
His mission is completed, he should be satisfied but he wasn't. The only thing he regretted was the hollow promises he made to you, he did mean it but destiny took him somewhere else. He wished he could have ended it some other way, any way in which you would be with him. He swallowed hard, the weight of his own words haunting him. Regret flickered across his face the moment he realized what he’d done.
He broke the one thing he promised to himself in this mission. Hamza heard the siren approaching him, inspector Omar is here to take him, to torture him soon or later and he accepted his faith.
“Maaf karna jaan, ghar wapis nhi leja paya aapko.” He thought to himself as your smiling face and your melodious laughter was the only thing playing in his mind. Before he could open his eyes Omar was already standing with his team with a gun pointed at him. Hamza regained his composure and smirked, coming to terms with it.
You didn't realize how long you had been sobbing before you fell asleep. Rubbing your sore eyes groggily, you winced as your head was hurting like never before. You checked your phone hoping for another call or message or anything for him but there was none.
Realisation dawns on you. You have lost him. Have you lost him? Did he get caught? Or maybe he got to escape? What if he- No.
You gulped as you shook your head waving these dreadful thoughts off. “Unhe kuch nhi hua hai. He's fine. He promised he'll be back…but…how?”
One promise gone wrong can take it all away and now you feel like it did.
You mind wandered to the tickets he gave you of London. Didn't he say he'll come to London with you? But he also said something way before, taking you with him back to India.
Well you guessed all of it is gone now. Washed off with his touch and presence. All you got was his love left behind and you were glad, at least you had something.
Spending the rest of your life without Hamza, even the thought of it feels suffocating but you'd have to. For him.
You slumped back on the couch, confused about what to do with yourself anymore. “Jaan kuch to kaho, madad karo meri. Aapki aadat padh chuki hai mujhe. Ab aapke bina mai jeena bhul chuki hu aur aap….aap mujhe chor kar chale gaye.”
You cried while starving for a touch you could no longer reach. You wept quietly, wrapping your trembling arms around yourself. Yearning clinged to you like a wound that refused to heal.
“Aapka intezar hamesa karungi. Ghar wapis bhi to jana hai na, aapke sath.”
To be continued...
A/n: alright as I said...just lots and lots of yearning... I just word vomited my true feelings lolol... anyways trust me y'all (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
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