A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first ever little drabble online(in terms of writing, creativity, and even posting!) and I wanted to give tumblr a go (I'm usually a reader but wanted to put my imagination to use). I hope whoever comes across this enjoys the story as much as I had fun writing it :) I'm not used to any of this so please be niceeeee and ignore any grammar and/or spelling mistakes. Byeeee!
Genre: Uzair Baloch x OC(Nyla)
Word Count: ~2500 words
*Disclaimer: all characters, topics, themes mentioned within this work do NOT affiliate with the plot and history of Dhurandhar. This story does NOT glorify, support, and/or fantasise about the real-life equivalents(nor their action) of the movie characters aka Uzair Baloch, Rehman Dakait, and all else involved. Please be advised of its fictitious nature.*
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[3:45 AM] Lyari – Karachi, Pakistan
Nyla lay wide awake in her bed through the treacherous heat of this summer night. It was almost September, but the scorching weather in Lyari had decided to extend its stay this season. Her ceiling fan was squeaking, her stomach was growling, and sleep was long forgotten. She lay awake, contemplating how she had accomplished nothing over her break. Being in her last year of law school- she had desperately wanted to enjoy her youth over the last summer break, but her time had disappeared somewhere between sleeping, eating, and rotting at Yalina’s. Her plans to go crazy had quietly died as graduation crept closer. Frustrated and restless with her non-adventurous personality, she decided to change her fate during these last few days. Starting now. She wanted to see the Lyari sunrise. Today. Right now. But who would take her to watch the sunrise?
Uzair was fast asleep, his work and rugged travel of the day had knocked him out at 11:00 PM before dessert could even be offered to him after dinner. He couldn’t wait to catch up on sleep and relax tomorrow during his day off. The soft breeze from his rustic fan added to the cozy atmosphere of his room as it lulled him further into sleep… until a faint buzz echoed. He ignored the noise, assuming a mosquito had entered his haven during the day, and snuggled closer into his pillow when the relentless buzzing grew consistent, followed by repetitive message notifications. Who the hell is dying at this moment, and why do they need to bother Uzair especially at this hour?
He groggily answered his phone, hoping to silence the nuisance before it could snatch away his beloved sleep.
“Abbe kya masla hai? Teri ammi bhaagi kya jo itni raat ko meri neend kharab kar rahe ho?”
“Meri bechari ammi ko kuch nahi hua hai!” Nyla exclaimed in horror as she stared at her screen, dumbfounded at Uzair’s words. This foul-mouthed idiot.
“Nyla?”
“Haan, mein hi hoon. Meri ammi ke peeche kyun pare hue ho?”
He blinked in confusion, looking at his screen to verify he wasn’t going crazy. Once he confirmed that it was indeed Nyla, his clingy best friend from school, he sighed and responded sleepily.
“Phone kyun kiya? Raat ke teen baj rahe hain aur tumhein issi waqt mera sar khana hai?”
“To dekho na… maine kaunse tumhari aankhon ke saamne dupatta baandh ke rakha hai?”
“Bakwas mat karo. Mujhe asli sunrise dekhna hai, pahadon se, Uzair. Leke chalo na.”
“Tumhara dimagh kharab ho gaya hai? Raat ko pee kar soyi thi kya?”
“Haan… paani pee kar soyi thi, uska isse kya lena dena?”
“Nyla. Chup chap phone rakho aur so jao. Pata nahi kahan se yeh fazool khayal aate hain tumhein.”
“Uzair please na, maine kuch bhi nahi kiya iss summer aur main tang aa gayi hoon. Buddhi ban gayi hoon main :(”
“To doctor ke paas jao, mera sar mat dard karo. Goodnight.”
He hung up.
She looked at her blank screen, unamused. How typical of Uzair. Over the course of their friendship, Nyla had learned that the best way to convince Uzair was to either blackmail him or annoy him until he gave in, and since the bastard had been behaving suspiciously well recently, Nyla decided to annoy him until she could watch her sunrise.
[4:05 AM] Outside Baloch Haveli
“Chacha, darwaza kholo na. Mujhe Uzair se milna hai.”
“Lekin aap hain kaun? Aur iss waqt?”
Nyla sighed in boredom. 15 years. 15. And the security still couldn’t recognize who she was? She took off the hastily made dupatta mask from across her face and looked at the door guard.
“Ab pehchana? Aur kaun hoga, chacha? Aap na side hoiye, mera keemti waqt zaya ho raha hai aur Uzair behosh pada hai,” she ranted as she hastily moved past the guard without a second look and entered the haveli like it was hers.
She didn’t bother to tiptoe around as she made a straight dash up the stairs to Uzair’s room. To her luck, the bhondu had forgotten to lock his door before he went to bed. Wow. For a guy this wanted, he sure didn’t care enough about his safety.
She quietly slid into his room and pulled the door shut. She looked at him intently. He looked oddly peaceful. No tension gripping his shoulders, no stress flexing his hands, even his forehead wasn’t adorned with wrinkles, the ones that appeared whenever he thought too much and got lost in his own world. He looked normal for once. Gentle. Warm. Inviting.
But then she shifted into an annoyed stare. The man had the audacity to hang up on her when she said please. So without a second thought, she climbed into bed after grabbing the nearest full glass of water and dumping it onto him.
He jerked awake, scrambling to find the source of danger, and grabbed his pillow as defense before standing up and swatting it through the air in hopes of hitting the perpetrator.
“Rehman bhai! Koi Hai???? Haveli-”
“Uzair chup!” she whisper-yelled.
He finally halted his antics and stared directly at her, wild-eyed. Was that- Nyla?? What was she doing here at this hour?!
“Tum pagal ho?! Yahan kaise aai aur upper se paani kyun pheka?? ”
“Tumne mera phone kaata aur mujhe sunrise dekhna tha, toh iss liye chal kar aayi tumhare paas.”
“B-”
She landed a hard stare on him as if daring him to finish that gaali. He ran a hand through his now messily wet hair in frustration and sat back down across the bed from her.
“Yahan kya kar rahi ho?”
“Mujhe sunrise dikha laao.”
“Dimaag daan de aayi ho ya bachpan se hi nahi tha?”
“Zyada bolo mat. Fifth standard tak tumhara English homework main karti thi. Aur tumhe itni takleef kyun ho rahi hai mujhe pahadon mein leke jaane mein? Sana ko toh bada-”
He stared at her wide-eyed, immediately shutting her up.
“Baat khatam mat karna. Dauray aa gaye hain kya tumhe? Pata tha law padne ke layak nahi ho. Dekho kya haal ho gaya hai tumhara. Ajeeb baatein kar rahi ho.”
She ignored his bullshit and continued.
“Chhuttiyan khatam ho rahi hain aur maine kuch bhi nahi kiya hai. Ek hi toh meri wish hai ki main sunrise dekh loon. Le chalo na, please?”
“Main tumhe taxi wala lagta hoon?”
“Haan.”
He looked at her dumbfounded.
“Kahan se mere gale pad gayi ho tum?”
She just shrugged and looked at him hopefully.
“Please na, Uzair… kya chala jayega tumhara?”
“Meri neend.”
“Toh kal so jana.”
He groaned in frustration and moved closer to her, cradling her face in his warm hands. Huh. Since when had Uzair’s touch felt so calming, so…necessary?
“Meri kam dimaag dost, yeh kya zidd kar rahi ho? Meri haalat toh dekh lo. Please aaj nahi. Ghar jaake aaram se so jao. Hum agle hafte jaayenge,” he negotiated.
She looked at him intently with a frown as she smacked his hands away. He winced and looked at her, offended.
“Main paanch saal ki bachi nahi hoon.”
“Toh phir bachon waali zidd kyun leke mere room mein ho?” he groaned out in frustration, glancing at his pillow-yearning for his sleep.
She focused on his sleep-adorned features before sighing. Uzair looked at her defeated form and thought that his convincing had worked, and he dropped the breath he was holding in relief, but before he could move away, she flicked his forehead hard.
“Ow- yeh kya tha??”
“Tum jana agle hafte. Main jaa rahi hoon, aaj.”
He looked at her irritated and laid back down in bed, facing away from her.
“Haan haan toh jao na. Meri raat kyun kharab kar rahi ho? Pata nahi kaunse taare dekhe the maine jis din tum meri zindagi mein aayi. Jeena mushkil ho gaya hai mera.”
He continued to rant as she scurried off his bed and stated, “Main Donga bhai ke saath chali jaungi.”
“Haan toh jao na.”
“Toh phir main jaa rahi hoon!” she yelled from across the room before leaving and clicking the door shut.
Uzair stayed put for a second, annoyed by her antics and now completely wide awake, before groaning into his pillow.
[4:30AM]
Nyla sat in the passenger seat humming mindlessly as she watched the passing scenery. She never appreciated how Karachi was vibrant and domestic during the daily hustle and bustle, but quiet moments like these grounded her.
Uzair, on the other hand, was fuming. His sleep-ridden eyes and mind couldn’t fathom why he had agreed to her drama. Again. The audacity Nyla held to coerce him into anything was unfair. He glanced between the empty roads of the town and her.
How dare she sit there so calmly, like she hadn’t just ruined his entire night. How dare she look so radiant at this hour, hair slightly messy from earlier, still smiling to herself like she had won the lottery. Her dimples showed up too easily when she did that. Her eyes softened at the corners when she was thinking of something she liked.
And somehow, he always noticed.
She looked so serene it almost irritated him. So like home, a place he wasn’t supposed to go.
He broke from his trance and shook his head, the lack of sleep tinting his thoughts a little too dangerously.
“Neend aa rahi hai?” she looked at him, amused.
“Normal insan ko iss waqt neend hi aati hai.”
“Tum normal nahi ho, Uzair.”
“Tumse toh zyada hi hoon, chudail.”
She smacked his arm. “Chudail kis ko bola, huh? Main toh aa rahi thi na akele-”
“Shhh, bolo mat. Waisi hi tang hu aur mat karo apni bak bak.”
She frowned and snapped again, but Uzair beat her to it by turning her face away toward the window.
“Batameez.”
She huffed and stared out the window again.
[5:15AM]
Uzair’s jeep remained eerily silent while parked near the river flowing through the mountains. Nyla’s head rested on his shoulder as the two remained asleep amidst the refreshing nature while waiting for the sunrise. The birds around them had started to wake up, ensuring that the world knew that a new day had begun. Uzair groggily broke from his nap at the bird calls and looked around, confused, forgetting where he was. He felt a heavy stiffness on his shoulder and looked down to find a peaceful Nyla fast asleep on his shoulder. Her mouth slightly pouted and her eyebrows furrowed, as if her dreams reflected her conscious worries.
Uzair could recall every stupid decision of Nyla’s, but each memory only deepened his awe for her. She was carefree, loud, honest (a little too honest for her own good), and extremely smart, but Uzair would never admit to any of this. Her cursive handwriting had inked itself into his mind since their school days, and he had kept all of her handwritten notes, especially as they grew older. Her love for rose-scented perfumes lingered like a trace he could never quite escape, the scent following him wherever he went, including in his jeep. He never wanted to acknowledge the hold she had on him, but he wouldn't escape from it… ever.
He shook his head to clear out these thoughts and looked up to find the horizon illuminating with the first rays of the day. Nyla was about to miss the one thing she had insisted upon and ruined his night over. He shifted his gaze back down to her and hesitated. This girl was a disaster, but she was his disaster. The same one who was going to miss her sunrise.
“Nyla. uth ja.” he flicked her forehead.
“Uzair maat kar.” she snuggled closer into his shoulder, hiding her face away from his ministrations.
“Nyla. uth. Subah ho gayi hai.” She groaned and melted even further into him. He sighed exasperatedly and pushed her head away, causing her to smack her head against the window unceremoniously. “Laash ki tarah sona band kar. Tumhara sunrise miss ho raha hai.”
She groaned at the subtle ache and rubbed the side of her head while glaring daggers at him. “Aaram se uthna nahi aata kya, sar pe mar-” but the complaint dissolved as she glanced around and gasped at the illuminating sky. Nyla looked at Uzair in disbelief and quickly unlocked the seatbelt and scrambled out of the car to the edge of the river. Oh, how gorgeous this sunrise was!
“Uzair, aao na.” she squealed as she witnessed nature in its most authentic form.
Uzair reluctantly followed her down and stood a few meters to her side. “Girna mat. Main doctor ke paas nahi leke jaunga agar tumhe lagi to. Yahin pe padi rehna phir,” he murmured as she ran closer to capture the scene. The view was breathtaking as the first calls of the day were showcased through the soft pink, red, and orange hues of the sun that peeked through the back mountains and left a faint shadow in its wake. Nyla stared in awe and, giddy, she turned back to Uzair with a picturesque smile, dimples out, and whispered a quiet thank you.
“Jaldi karo thoda,” he grumbled, not meaning a single word of that sentence. She rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t leave. Not even for a second.
She turned back to admire the view and took a few pictures to capture this moment, but Uzair? Uzair was admiring her. The way her dimples deepened with each gasp and laugh, the way her chest rose a little too quickly due to the thrill of it all, how she slightly tilted her head without realizing when she adored something, how the soft sun’s streaks highlighted the honey-gold in her eyes, which were usually mistaken for dark brown, how her cheeks held a tint, a dusty rose color which hid in plain sight that any other person would miss but he could never. It was his favorite shade of pink afterall.
The scenery around fell flat to the beauty that stood in front of him, but he would never admit to that. Not today. Not tomorrow. He would just cherish her from afar.
He followed her every movement and sighed fondly as he fell deeper for her innocent heart. She rushed back to him and grinned dreamily as she emphasized her gratitude. He shook his head and ushered her back towards the car. Both Nyla and Uzair leaned against the hood of his car in contentment. Uzair realized that amongst all the wonders of the world, his beloved would always be her. His Nyla.
His train of thought was broken when Nyla whispered into the air, still staring at the now complete sunrise…
“Yeh kitna khoobsurat hai na?”
“Bohat khoobsurat.” He said without thinking, his quiet gaze refusing to move away from her.
I want to draw Bella with one of my griefer fan kids because I think they'd be friends!! But I'm low-key scared asl i'm going to get something wrong or forget something with Bella </3 (or idk if you'd be okay with that)
(Btw, I really like Bella; I think she's super cute and I want to see her more :-)!!)
NOOOO DONT BE SHYY I LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE DO FANART, YOU CAN ALWAYS ASK TOO...., AND ESPECIALLY I LIKE IT WHEN THEY FEEL LIKE ADDING A LITTLE TWIST TO THEM IT MAKES THE FANART UNIQUE.....
I promise more Bella in the future I just have been BUSY AND ART BLOCKED 💔💔💔💔💔
