A/n : reader is a professor at Hogwarts and snape's wife, no age gap, fluff. post battle of Hogwarts. reader and snape in late thirties.
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"careful, love. the first years have been infesting the corridors lately. they possess absolutely no spatial awareness, and i will not have you knocked over by a pack of running dunderheads."
severus sneered, glaring at the students who dared to run around the halls while you were walking by.
you chuckled softly, gently placing a hand over you growing baby bump.
"calm down, sev. they're just kids. let them run around and have fun. it's their age to do so."
severus looked at you from the corner of his eye. "dearest, you are too gentle. they should carry themselves with grace and manners, not loitering around like mindless fools."
you rolled your eyes. you knew how severus was, and how he'd never change. you still remember the warnings from your colleagues and even students. they were so concerned for you when news was out that severus and you were married.
you didn't care. severus was all you could ask for in a man. although he wouldn't express it loudly, he loved you more than anything. you were sure of it when you had almost lost your life in the battle of hogwarts, and severus did everything in his power to save you. even if it meant risking his double agent identity.
that night, you saw severus cry for the first time ever. severus thought nobody was around, and he broke down beside your bed in the nurse's office. but minerva was standing by the door, watching him weep.
you were never unsure of your life with severus.
until you found out you were pregnant.
severus wasn't the best with children. students despised him. not that it mattered to him. you, on the other hand, were loved by the students. it created a stark contrast between the two of you.
and with all the students creating jokes about how severus would never be a good father, your worry increased.
severus was happy with your pregnancy. but whenever you'd bring up the talk about the future, he'd change the subject. which only added to your inner conflict.
once you entered the third trimester, severus wouldn't let you leave your room.
"but- severus!"
severus whipped around, joining his hands together before raising a brow, giving you that intimidating look of his.
"do not make me repeat myself, love. your presence in a classroom is entirely out of question until you recover from childbirth. however long that may be."
you groaned, dragging a palm down your face, exasperated.
"who will take my classes, then?!"
his lips almost tugged up in an imperceptible smirk at your question.
"have a little faith, love. you know as well as i do that i excel in the subject. the dark arts will be handled with the gravity they deserve. neither you nor the students have anything to fear."
a pause. then, a sound closer to a chuckle.
"let us not forget who is the expert here. do you not recall our youth? when you routinely panicked before our exams and relied entirely on my benevolence to pass? you were remarkably... less adept than you care to admit."
you gasped.
"take that back, severus snape!"
you retorted, a small smile pulling your lips up regardless.
he shrugged.
"i was merely stating the facts, dear."
it was true. before everything, during your school days, you were tutored by severus. it was what made you focus on your studies, and what distracted severus from lily.
over time, the two of you began feeling things for each other. it took severus way longer than you to acknowledge them, though.
he still teases you about it, and it pisses you off.
the students were not happy about the substitute teacher thing. severus was glad he didn't need to deal with a potter, a granger, or weasley for a while.
one day, severus was in his classroom, taking his usual potions class when minerva rushed in. immediately, he knew it involved you.
severus stormed to the nurse's office, his cape billowing behind him. before he could barge in, minerva stopped him.
"severus, perhaps you should wait outside."
severus paused.
you began screaming as the labour pain became too much to bear.
severus didn't listen to minerva's words. you were in pain and he needed to see you. minerva grabbed his arm, tugging him back.
"let me go, headmistress. my wife is in pain!"
minerva was about to reply but was interrupted by a baby's cry. a strangled sob left severus as he barged in, immediately walking over to where you were laid.
"sev..."
he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, caressing your cheek. madame pomfrey walked over to severus.
"congratulations, professors. it's a baby girl."
severus closed his eyes, calming down as pomfrey continued to speak about how healthy the baby is and how you will be fine.
"can i see her?"
you asked, and pomfrey immediately brought the baby, now all clean, to you. pomfrey placed the little girl into your arms, and you let out a sob.
"she looks just like you."
you muttered, looking up at severus only to find him silently sobbing.
severus quickly wiped his tears before sniffling.
"perhaps," he murmured, his voice thick from the tears, "but she will undoubtedly possess your dreadful attitude."
you managed a chuckle. severus smiled gently at the sight. he leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours.
"i love you both more than words can ever describe."
A/n: Okay this has been in the drafts for wayyy too long. Based on this post. Heavy smut, so viewer discretion is advised! It's an AU where Hamza's not a spy, and there is not terrorism angle! Based on this post I made almost a month ago!
Word Count : 3.1k+
Warnings : Smut, swearing. Reader is lowkey morally complex and toys with feelings (a little bit more than Ricky Bahl) MDNI! Reader discretion is advised! Please skip if you do not like multiple x reader at the same time!
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I DO NOT, ABSOLUTELY NOT, ROMANTICIZE ANY TERRORISTS INVOLVED IN DEVIOUS ACTS AGAINST INDIA. THIS IS FICTION AND IT IS MEANT TO BE TAKEN IN THAT MANNER!
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Lyari.
A town you once called home.
Until Babu Dakait killed your parents, and you were forced to run away to Karachi. Your parents did so much as support Rehman Dakait, Babu's son, and he killed them for it. You despised Babu for killing them, and Rehman for being the reason.
You were left with nothing. No home, no family. So you found a way to survive.
Con men and run away with their money.
You returned to Lyari after you heard about how Rehman was now Sher-E-Baloch. You've passed by his haveli multiple times, and the size of the haveli reflected how rich he was.
And he was a widower.
You needed to survive. One way or another. You chose the path of deceit and lies.
It all began with a brief encounter at the market. You noticed the man walking by, and decided it was time to start your game. You bumped into him deliberately, dropping all your groceries in the process. Rehman, being the gentleman he is, knelt down beside you to help you with it. He turned his head to get a look at your face.
That's when he made his first mistake.
Falling for you.
You averted your gaze. “Ab toh mere boss mujhe zinda nahi chhodenge,” you muttered, trying to appear as a damsel in distress with an abusive boss.
Rehman raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Kaun hai aapke boss?”
You met his gaze. “Babu Dakait.”
Hearing that name, Rehman stiffened. You knew it would work on him. After all, he'd do anything to get back at his father.
Rehman rose to his feet, extending a hand to help you up. You glanced at his hand before looking up at him with that fake, innocent glint in your eyes. You put your hand in his, standing up before brushing off your kurti.
“Agar aap chahti hai toh aap mere saath kaam kar sakti ho. Mujhe pata hai ki Babu aapko paise nahi dega, aur woh auraton ke saath badtameezi karega, toh aap uske saath safe nahi hogi.” (“If you want, you can come work with me. I know Babu won't give you a good paycheck, and he will misbehave with women, so you won't be safe with him.”)
Checkmate.
You tried not to smirk at how easily he fell into your trap. You nodded weakly, adjusting your dupatta while avoiding his gaze. “Aap bohot acche ho.” (“You are very nice.”) You looked up at him briefly before averting your gaze.
Rehman tried hiding his growing smile. “Main toh sirf aapki madat kar raha hoon. Main Rehman, aap?” (“I'm just trying to help you. I'm Rehman, you?”)
You told him your name, and he nodded. “Khoobsurat aurat ko ek khoobsurat naam.” (“A beautiful lady with a beautiful name.”)
That was it.
Since then, unbeknownst to him, he was wrapped around your finger. The truth was, you didn't even work with Babu Dakait. It was a lie just to convince Rehman. You would never work with Babu.
Whenever Rehman made a decision and came to you for advice, if you so much as frowned, he’d reconsider it. That's how big of an effect you were on him.
The paycheck was incredible. All you had to do was stick around with Rehman during his rallies and meetings, maybe do a few chores, and you'd get five thousand per week.
You noticed that his cousin, Uzair, had a soft spot for you too. You'd find flowers left in your room randomly, and a cute sticky note with it.
“Uzair ♡”
At first, you thought it was childish. Then, you found it adorable. You didn't care about Rehman or his feelings, and you were only here for the money, it didn't really matter if you broke his heart. Or Uzair's. Because you were getting real cozy with him too.
You enjoyed it. You didn't feel remorse for toying with their feelings, or lying to them. It was essential for your survival. Maybe not the toying with feelings part.
Until that night when his son, Naieem, was murdered by Babu Dakait's men.
Luckily, Faizal survived. Thanks to a juice stall worker who saved him. But Naieem was dead, and Rehman was driven with rage.
You were left conflicted. No matter how much you wrongly hated Rehman, you believed he didn't deserve this.
That's when your eyes fell upon the juice stall worker who saved Faizal’s life.
He stood by the side, hands in front of him as though he was punished. He didn't dare utter a word until he was spoken to.
It was the first time you felt anything other than greed and grief.
You didn't know what it was but something about him made your chest flutter. You tried brushing it off, but his gaze locking with yours made it impossible.
The two of you looked away at the same time. You shrugged it away, trying to focus on your main goal; using Rehman to kill Babu.
After Naieem's funeral, news started to spread. People started believing that Rehman was a spineless coward who can't avenge his son's murder.
You were chatting with Donga, who was cheering for the other men playing football. Your eyes were on Hamza. You admired him. Your lips curved up into a smile as you saw how happy he was, laughing around, joking with Uzair. Uzair and Hamza pulled each other into a hug as they made a goal.
After the game, you were talking to all of them on how Rehman changed your life. They all shared similar anecdotes. You felt Hamza's eyes on you throughout, and you tried not to blush.
Uzair asked Hamza if he ever smoked. Hamza denied. Uzair asked Hamza to try smoking, and Hamza reluctantly agreed. Hamza coughed, not being used to smoking. Everyone laughed.
Hamza turned to you, extending the cigarette, nodding. You took it, and as soon as you smoked, you began coughing. Hamza chuckled, and you smiled at him.
All of a sudden, everybody stiffened. Rehman walked over, blowing out smoke from his cigarette. He tucked one hand into his pocket, staring at the football goalposts.
“Main yahaan use football sikhaata ta.” (“I used to teach him football here.”) He muttered, and the atmosphere became tense.
He began asking each one of his men whether he should take revenge for his son or not. All of them told him to take it after the elections as it might affect the votes. He turned to you. Whatever your opinion was, it would be his.
“Mujhe lagta hai ki aapko badla lena chahiye.” (“I think you should take revenge.”) You claimed, straightening up.
Rehman raised a brow, silently asking you to continue.
“Naieem… Use aise marna nahi chahiye tha. Use ek poori zindagi jeeni chahiye thi, apna ghar basana chahiye tha, aur sukoon se marna chahiye tha. Aise nahi. Woh uska haq tha. Aur woh haq un haraamzaadon ne cheen liya.” (“Naieem… He shouldn't have died like this. He had to live a long life, make a family of his own, and died in peace. Not like this. It was his right. And that right was stolen by those bastards.”) You explained, trying to make it seem as dramatic as possible.
And it worked.
Not only did Rehman agree, Hamza did too.
And just like that, Babu Dakait's head was smashed like a watermelon at the hands of his own son.
You felt more than relieved. Your job here was done. You got your revenge, and you didn't need to get your hands dirty for it.
But it was way harder than you thought.
When Rehman returned, he came back in bloodstained clothes, a few specks across his face too. Surprisingly, he asked you to help him with it.
You were now in his room, taking a fresh pair of clothes from his closet before setting them beside him on the bed. Rehman's eyes never left your figure. Rehman thanked you before he went to the bathroom to take a shower.
You realized this was your chance to leave, take his money, and run as far as you could. But it wasn't that simple. For some reason, you felt guilty for the first time. You knocked on the old, wooden bathroom door. Once he said “Come in”, you walked in, your eyes raking over his figure, his lower half covered in a simple, thin towel. You averted your gaze.
“Main… Shukriya aada karna chahti hoon. Jo kuch bhi aapne mere liye kiya, aur-” (“I… I wanna thank you. For whatever you've done for me, and-”) You got interrupted by him slamming his lips against yours in a fierce, passionate kiss.
He pushed you against the cold, wet walls of the bathroom before hoisting you up in his arms. You kissed him back with equal fervor, wanting to make as much as you could of this moment.
The next day, Rehman was giddy. You were not. Once your horniness had died down, you realized what you had done. You were supposed to run away, not sleep with him.
And the next day was even worse.
Uzair invited you for dinner. He said he knew a really good place. Deciding you'd give him at least one moment of happiness with you before you flee and break his heart, you reluctantly agreed.
That really good place he knew was a huge hall in Karachi, where it was just the two of you and a DJ. There were neon lights, creating an intimate atmosphere. You looked around in shock, and in awe. He did all this for you. Nobody had ever done such a gesture.
Once the two of you had dinner, Uzair told the DJ to leave. Which left you two alone. Uzair asked you to dance with him, and you did.
Oh, you felt so, so bad for him. He was such a fool to trust you blindly.
One thing led to another, and soon you were making out with him… On a mattress. He arranged that too.
You woke up to Uzair's beard scratching against your bare breasts. He was sound asleep, and he had his arms wrapped around you like you were the only thing that mattered. You caressed his hair gently, looking down at his face. Last night you were guilt stricken about betraying Rehman, and now you worried about Uzair too.
Unknowingly, you had begun caring for them, in ways even you didn't seem to acknowledge. But it wasn't love. You weren't in love with them. Yet something tugged at your heart whenever you thought about leaving them.
And then there was Hamza.
With all the stolen glances and lingering touches. What you felt for Rehman and Uzair was different from what you felt for Hamza. Yes, you cared for Rehman and Uzair, but Hamza wasn't a pawn in your game like they were. He stumbled into your life like a storm, and stole your heart.
The two of you began chatting more, often at Aalam's shop. Hamza would take you on bike rides to beautiful lakes and huge malls. You were always off guard with him. Slowly, you began realizing that what you felt for Hamza wasn't just attraction, it was love.
You walked into Hamza's small, cramped up apartment.
“Sorry, yeh Baloch Haveli jaisa bada nahi hai.” (“Sorry, it's not as big as Baloch Haveli.”)
You chuckled, plopping down on his small bed, wondering how a man so big and muscular like him would even fit on it. “Koi baat nahi, mujhe toh yeh bohot cute lag raha hai.” (“No problem, I think it's pretty cute.”)
He gave you a sheepish smile before sitting down beside you. He turned to face you, taking a deep breath. “Kya hum-”
“Mohabbat karti hoon tumse.”
Your words caught him off guard, but just then, a wide smile graced his lips as he let out a laugh of disbelief. You shoved his shoulder gently with yours. “Kya hua? Zubaan kaha hai?”
He shook his head, unable to contain his smile. You turned his face, staring into his dark, greyish green eyes. “I love you, Hamza.”
Just as those words left your mouth, he claimed your lips in a soft kiss. His hands moved to cup your face as he lowered you onto the mattress. Right before things could go out of hand, Hamza received a call from Rehman.
You walked into the Baloch Haveli, smiling at Rehman and Uzair who waited by the foyer. Hamza's excuse was that he found you by the market and he brought you here with him, skipping the part where the two of you kissed in his house.
Rehman didn't smile back like he usually does, and Uzair was breathing heavily, his gaze never leaving your figure as there was something primal in his eyes.
Hamza walked up to them, confused on why they had called him.
Once Rehman confirmed you were out of sight, he sneered. “Usne hum sabko dhoka dediya.” (“She betrayed all of us.”)
Hamza was about to argue but Uzair interrupted him angrily. “Usne humare feelings ke saath khela!” (“She played with our feelings!”)
Rehman and Uzair began explaining everything to Hamza. Uzair, who was about to leave his usual flowers on your bed, noticed a piece of paper under your pillow. Curious, he picked it up. It was a letter. To… Everyone?
He began reading it, and by the end of it, he was filled with rage and heartbreak.
He showed it to his brother and his brother remained emotionless since then.
Uzair yanked it out of his pockets before shoving it into Hamza's chest. Hamza staggered back before reading the letter.
“Rehman, Uzair, aur Hamza. Main nahi chahti ki meri wajah se aap log ko dard lage. Main yahaan sirf aur sirf badle ke liye aayi thi, lekin pata nahi kaise aap teeno ke beech mein atak gayi. Meri galti hai, shaayad. Laalchi hogayi. Aap log naraaz honge, lekin yeh meri aadat ho chuki hai. Pyaar mein phansao, aur paise lekar bhaago. Pata nahi kyun, aap logon ke saath aisa karne ka mann nahi hai. Par karna hoga. Kyunki jab bhi main aap logon ko dekhti hoon, kuch hota hai mere dil mein. Aur kuch likhungi toh aap mujhe dhoondhne aayenge. Khuda haafiz.”
(“Rehman, Uzair and Hamza. I don't want you guys to be hurt because of me. I came here only for revenge, but I don't know how I got tangled with all of you. Probably my fault. Got too greedy. You guys must be angry, but this has become a habit for me. I don't know why, but I don't feel like doing this to you guys. But I have to. Because whenever I see you guys, something happens in my heart. If I write anything more you will try to find me. Goodbye.”)
Hamza's heart shattered into a million pieces when he read this. You were a conwoman, and you played with three hearts simultaneously.
“Ab… Ab hum kya karein?” (“Now… Now what do we do?”) Hamza asked.
Rehman sighed. “She wants all of us, yeah? We'll give her all three of us.”
You hummed softly as you made some lemonade in the kitchen. You turned, and bumped into Hamza's broad, muscular chest. You looked up at him, smiling. But that smile faded as you noticed the serious look on his face. Behind him, Rehman and Uzair walked in. You glanced between the three men.
“Humein sab kuch pata hai.” (“We know everything.”)
You feigned confusion. “Kya?”
Uzair stepped forward. “Bada maza aaya tujhe? Humein ullu bana kar?” (‘You had a lot of fun? Making us fools?”)
You stiffened. “Aisa nahi hai.” (“It's not like that.”)
“Phir kaise hai?” (“Then how is it like?”) Rehman questioned.
You stammered, unable to answer.
“Tumhe hum teeno chahiye na? Lo, hum teeno aagaye hai.” (“You want all three of us, right? Here, we three are in front of you.”) Hamza muttered, walking over to you before smashing his lips on yours, his hand going to your waist as he lifted you up.
His kiss now was way more rough than the one before. This kiss was now filled with anger and desire.
Uzair and Rehman followed Hamza up to your bedroom. You weren't supposed to feel turned on, but the idea of all three of them was fascinating.
Hamza dropped you onto the bed, huffing. His hair fell around your faces like a curtain, and he barely had his anger controlled. You liked this side of him. You bit your lower lip. Hamza shrugged his shirt off before lifting his tank top over his head, throwing it aside. You sat upright as he began undoing his pants. Rehman sat down behind you on the bed before lifting you up and setting you down on his lap. He was already naked, and his cock pressed against your ass. He began shedding your clothes off, leaving you naked. He spread your legs apart, revealing you for a very hungry looking Hamza. Hamza leaned down, his breath fanning against your pussy as he began eating you out like a starved man.
Uzair shed his clothes before joining Hamza in eating you out. Rehman pulled your hair back roughly, claiming your lips in a kiss as his hands began toying with your nipples.
You moaned into the kiss, your hips arching up as Uzair and Hamza continued their relentless assault on your wet pussy. Rehman lifted your hips up, so that they could eat you out on a better angle. Hamza focused on your clit while Uzair's tongue began thrusting in and out of your cunt.
Before you could reach your climax, the men pulled away, wiping their mouths. Rehman slowly began rubbing the tip of his cock against your asshole, using his precum as a lubricant. He pushed in, and you let out a sound, curling your toes as he buried himself inside your ass. He began thrusting upward, hitting a spot every time he did. Hamza lined his cock against your entrance, before in entered you in a single thrust, making you see stars.
Uzair moved beside you, towering over you as he pushed his cock inside your mouth. You moaned around his cock as the pleasure from all three cocks drove you insane.
Uzair slammed his cock in and out of your mouth, his anger and lust taking a toll on him. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat each time, making you gag around it.
Rehman's and Hamza's pace increased, making sure that you felt every bit of it. You clenched the sheets, chasing your climax.
“Fuck, I'm about to cum…” Hamza muttered, his thrusts becoming more slow but deep.
“Same,” Rehman breathed out. The two men groaned at the same time as you clenched around them. With a final thrust, Uzair came down your throat as you swallowed it, but some of it leaked out of your mouth and dripped down your jaw.
Hamza pulled out, stroking his cock as he came all over your stomach.
Rehman didn't pull out. Instead, he came in your ass. You moaned, reaching the peak of your orgasm.
The three men switched positions. Uzair was now behind you, Rehman positioned by your pussy, and Hamza's cock pressed gainst your face.
Rehman thrust into your cunt, making you scream out in pleasure. Uzair did the same into your ass. Before you could moan again, Hamza shushed you up by thrusting his girthy cock into your mouth. You gagged around his size.
That night, none of you slept.
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A/n : lowkey hate this cause the smut isn't that delicious and long 🥲✌
kento slammed the front door shut before hurriedly stepping out of his shoes, almost tripping over the rug as he rushed over to the couch where you were resting.
your tiny sobs turned into full blown tears as you clung onto kento as soon as you saw him. he rubbed your back gently, kissing your cheek before lifting you up in his arms, carrying you to your shared bedroom.
“it hurts…”
“i know, darling, i know.”
kento pressed one last kiss on your temple before removing your clothes and setting you down into the bathtub. you noticed a stain on your shorts. you didn't want to trouble him with the stain. or anything. and seeing how kento was taking care of everything, even after coming back from work tired, made you cry.
he raised a brow, before setting your clothes aside and cupping your face.
“what happened, love? does it hurt too much? is it more than usual? do you want me to buy something? i can go-”
“kento.”
you placed your palm over his hand on your cheek. you turned your head, kissing his palm. “thank you for everything.”
kento smiled gently at you before leaning down and pressing a soft peck on your lips.
he turned the water on before throwing your clothes into the washing machine. he left the bathroom only to return with a fresh pair of pajamas and underwear for you. kento searched the bathroom cabinets for your pads, and he stuck them onto your underwear so you wouldn't need to waste time.
you leaned your head against the edge of the tub, admiring your husband who was doing all of this for you. it should be bare minimum, but you felt like a queen whenever he took such care of you.
kento planted a kiss at the crown of your head before leaving the bathroom. he was on his way to the convenience store near your apartment, so that he could get groceries and essential household items along with some snacks and chocolate for you.
you stayed in the bathtub until kento returned.
once you dried up and wore your pajamas, kento sat you down in front of your vanity before gently towel dried your hair. the cramps were almost gone now, and you didn't even realise it as you were distracted with how well kento was taking care of you.
even though you were pretty much able to walk, kento took you in his arms before he laid you onto the bed, pulling the covers up to your waist before he ran out of the room.
he came back with chips and chocolate in his arms. he dropped them on the bed beside you and he took off his clothes.
“after i come from the shower, we can have a movie night.”
was all he said before he shut the bathroom door.
once kento was in his night clothes, he plopped onto bed beside you before turning on the TV. kento asked you to choose a movie. you didn't. you simply stared at his face. he blinked in confusion, and before he could utter a word, you smashed your lips against his.
“i'm so grateful for you.”
kento caressed your cheek softly as he heard you mumble those words.
“and i'm so grateful for you too.”
he pecked your cheek before handing you the remote. you chose the movie before opening the snacks.
halfway through, you fell asleep, and kento moved all the food from the bed and dusted off the crumbs from your clothes, trying not to wake up up. he tucked you in before getting in bed beside you, pulling you into his chest as he drifted off to sleep.
• He'd make a promise to you that he'd marry you in the future after he finishes his military training (he does).
• If Pinda or anybody made you cry, young Jassi would be ready to fight them. But before doing that, he'd make sure you're alright, and wipe away your tears and attempt to make you laugh (his jokes are unfunny, but his attempt makes you all warm and fuzzy and laugh)
• He gets SOOOO shy whenever you kissed his cheek or rested your head on his shoulder or lap or made any physical contact with him. He never initiates it, because he thinks you might recoil. But when he does, you lean into his embrace, catching him off guard and turning him COMPLETELY red.
• When you were kids, you were taller than him. Harleen always teased Jassi about that. Once you grew up, Jassi was taller, even by a small margin (y'all I just checked, I'm only a few inches shorter than ranveer so the height difference thing I hoped to have with jassi is non existent 😭) and even though he doesn't outright tease you about it, he gives you small smirks and hold things out of your reach.
• Jassi wouldn't share his candy or anything like that with Harleen or Jasleen (they always got their share and tried bullying him into giving them a bit of his 😝) but with you... Even if he has less, he'd give it to you. But then the two of you will argue on giving it to the other, and in the end, Harleen takes it away and eats it.
• Jaskirat would never admit it, but whenever his classmates used to play "FLAMES", he'd ask them to try out his name with yours. If it ended on something he didn't want, he'd be sad and his mood will be off the entire day (though he smiled through the pain of imagining his life without you at the ripe age of 12 🥀) He took it too seriously and when Pinda got to know of it, he didn't stop teasing him (word got to Harleen cause Pinda and Harleen are partners in crime 😎 and they didn't stop teasing Jassi til his wedding day 🥲 legend has it that they still tease him)
• When he got to know your favourite flower, he began growing them in his garden. He begged his father to get the seeds of the flower, and he planted them on his own (at seven years old 😭) his father was surprised, but his mother wasn't. She's used to seeing him help around the house, and gardening wasn't surprising. What was surprising was the fact that he chose those specific flowers.
• Every Valentine's Day (when he got to know what it was) and your birthday, he'd give you something handmade with your favourite flower.
• Jaskirat kept all the gifts you gave him since the beginning of your friendship. Whenever his parents asked him if they could keep it away (in the storage) he would cry and beg them not to (they're stored in a crate inside his bedroom, tucked underneath his bed) Harleen would sometimes hide away the crate just to mess with him (but eventually feels bad for her gentleman of a younger brother)
• He loves, ABSOLUTELY LOVES pressing his forehead against yours and nuzzling his nose against yours. He finds it extremely intimate and something he reserves only for you.
• Whne you first kissed him on the cheek, it was lunch break at school. The two of you were behind the school, as you had told him you wanted to tell him something important. You leaned in to whisper a secret, that's when you kissed his cheek. You ran away, shy. Jaskirat's hand never left his cheek that day. Pinda was convinced Jassi had a toothache.
• After that kiss, Jassi was too shy to confront you. You took that as a sign of discomfort. So you weeped and told Harleen, who was like a big sister to you. She laughed, and told you that Jassi was talking to the mirror practicing what he'd tell you.
A/n : Uhm, yeah, I need a man like this 😭✋ hope you enjoyed!
A/n : Okay this came to my head while I was listening to Ishq Bulaava, and I wondered why not just make a cutu fluffy fic? No angst (yet), and I don't think no warnings? Meh, who cares about warnings? Smut in the 2nd part! I don't know punjabi and the dialogues are probably wrong🥲 By the way, this is not a spy AU. In this AU, everyone lives! Jaskirat's father and Harleen! Reader is Pinda's sister! Pinda's dad is not a druggie! Basically a very peaceful AU.
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“Ainvayi? Tussi yeh sab ainvayi bol ditta?” (“Randomly? You said all of this randomly?”)
Pinda shrugged at your words, as if he hadn't spilled your biggest secret to the girl he liked.
“Toh ki hoya? Woh meri dost hai, woh kisi ko nahi bataayegi.” (“So what? She's my friend, and she won't tell anybody.”)
You buried your face in your palms. Your brother really didn't understand, did he?
It all started when you and your older brother, Pinda, wanted to steal your father's alcohol just to have a taste, and one sip turned into downing half the bottle.
You weren't thinking straight, and you blurted out your biggest secret to Pinda. Pinda, who has been sneaking in alcohol almost every night for the past two years, was able to handle his alcohol. As a result, he remembered each and every word you said.
And he ended up telling it to his friend.
This friend happened to be Jasleen.
And her brother Jaskirat happened to be a part of the ‘secret’, if not the cause.
He was your brother's best friend, and your first love. He was your neighbour ever since you could remember. You were pretty sure he saw you as a sister, or he simply saw you as a friend. You were sure he didn't have feelings for you. You desperately hoped he did, because you know you would win the lottery if you got him. He was a true gentleman.
It wasn't that Jaskirat didn't harbour feelings for you. Oh, he did.
He was worried that you saw him as a brother, and he didn't want to ruin the friendship he had with you.
Not after that night.
It was your father's birthday, and the Rangis were also present. While the parents were chatting and gossiping about villagers, all of you were on the terrace, with Pinda's snuck-in alcohol.
Jaskirat didn't drink, he didn't want to. He just laughed at Harleen's drunk dance. Thinking you'd make an impression on Jaskirat by refusing alcohol, you didn't drink either. While your siblings were dozed off, you and Jaskirat began talking.
The two of you were seated on the charpai, admiring the stars.
“Kya tussi shaadi karoge? Military training ke baad?” (“Will you get married? After your military training?”)
Your question caught him off guard, and he shrugged with a chuckle.
“Pata nahi. Agar main ek kudi nu dhoond sakta hoon.” (“I don't know. If I can find a girl, yes.”)
He turned his head to face you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Out of nowhere, a very drunk Pinda stumbled over to the charpai, knocking you over to Jaskirat as he fell onto the charpai.
You fell on top of Jaskirat, your lips pressed against his.
Your eyes widened as you gripped his shirt out of shock. His hands went to your waist instinctively, his wide eyes locking with yours.
Pinda groaning and murmuring about how he wants to sleep snapped you out of it. You immediately sat up, your hand going to your lips as you touched them in disbelief. You just had your first kiss. With your crush. Unbelievable.
You felt that Jaskirat was uncomfortable, so without thinking, you got up before walking toward the door, slamming it shut.
Jaskirat laid there, frozen. His shivering hands found their way to his lips as he let out a gasp. He sat straight, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared at the edge of the terrace in shock.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be like. He was supposed to confess his feelings to you in the mustard fields, sneak around stealing glances, and kiss you in secret.
Jaskirat turned to Pinda, who was now half asleep. He groaned before smacking Pinda's arm, blaming him. Jaskirat buried his face in his palms, groaning even more as he realized how uncomfortable you would have been with his arms around you.
He just made a girl feel uncomfortable, something he vowed to never, ever do. You were never gonna talk to him again. Pinda, barely conscious, laid his head on Jaskirat's lap, thinking it was a pillow. Jaskirat frowned at his dazed best friend before pushing his head off of his lap and getting up.
You didn't want to think of the accidental kiss. The memory was as fresh as new. The feeling of his lips pressed against yours. You shook your head, shaking the thoughts away. You smacked Pinda's head before storming back into your house. Pinda shouted out a string of curses as he rubbed the back of his head.
You bumped into Jaskirat, who was walking into your house. You staggered back, almost losing your balance before he grabbed your arm, tugging you toward him.
Your faces were inches away, and your gaze dropped to his lips. He took a deep breath before stepping back, clearing his throat.
Before Jaskirat to walk toward Pinda's room, you grabbed his sleeve, stopping him
“Kya Jasleen ne kuch kaha aap se?” (“Did Jasleen tell you anything?”)
Jaskirat glanced at your grip on his shirt sleeve before shaking his head. “Haan. Kyun?”
A cold wave of dread washed over you. “Kis gall baare?” (“About what?”)
Jaskirat rubbed his temples. “Pinda aur Jasleen ek dusre se pyaar karte hain. Usne bola ki woh Pinda se shaadi karni chahti hain.” (“Pinda and Jasleen love each other. She said that she wants to marry Pinda.”)
You sighed, glad that Jasleen hadn't told her brother about your feelings. “Oh… Acchi baat hai.”
He nodded slowly. He exhaled, looking around the house before setting his gaze on you. “Kya hum baat kar sakte hain? Uss… Raat ke baarein mein?” (“Can we talk? About… That night?”)
You stiffened, looking away. “Maaf karna, agar aapko galat laga tho.” (“I am sorry, if it felt wrong.”)
Jaskirat's eyes widened, and he stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands. “Nahi, nahi, nahi.” He tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Woh mainu bilkul theek laga.” (“It felt absolutely right to me.”)
You looked up into his eyes, your mouth agape as you were stunned. “Sach mein?”
Jaskirat smiled gently, holding your face tighter in emphasis. “Haan, sach mein.”
You and Jaskirat pulled away almost instantly as Pinda walked into the room. Your brother raised a brow at the two of you before shrugging it off.
Jaskirat walked over to Pinda, grabbing him by the collar. Pinda thought Jaskirat was mad at him for dating his sister, but Jaskirat broke out into laughter as he pulled Pinda into a hug.
“Arey, tu taan mera saala bann ne waala hai!” (“Arey, you're gonna become my brother-in-law!”)
Pinda chuckled, patting Jaskirat's shoulders. “Haye, mainu lagya tu maar dega!” (“Haye, I thought you were about to kill me!”)
Just then, Jasleen walked in, and when she saw her brother there, she panicked. She grabbed your wrist, tugging you into your bedroom.
“Haye! Mujhse yeh sab aur nahi ho sakta! Woh mera bhai hai, aur main usse sab bolti hoon. Didi, aap unse bologi, na?” (“Haye! I can't do this anymore! He's my brother, and I tell him everything. Didi, you'll tell him, right?”)
Her words made you gulp. Although you and Jaskirat acknowledged the kiss, you weren't sure he liked you back. Maybe this was the chance.
Jasleen walked upto Jaskirat, whispering something in his ear. He nodded, walking out of Pinda's house before making his way to the mustard fields.
You waited in the middle of the fields. Thinking that it was finally time to confess, you had asked Jasleen to send Jaskirat here. You watched it in movies, how Shah Rukh and Kajol confronted their feelings in a similar mustard field.
You turned, finding Jaskirat standing there. He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Pinda aur Jasleen ka teh hogaya. Humaari baar kab aayegi?” (“Pinda and Jasleen's matters are fixed. When will it be our turn?”)
Your lips pulled up into a wide smile as you ran toward him, throwing yourself in his arms. He stroked your hair in a gentle manner, planting a kiss at the crown of your head. You pulled back, leaning up to kiss his lips. His hands moved your waist, squeezing it as he deepened the kiss. The two of you stumbled backwards due to the intensity of the kiss, and before you could fall and hit the back of your head, he protected it with his hand. Jaskirat was now on top of you, his hand beneath your head, as he stared into your eyes.
You looked up into his dark green ones, smiling cheekily as you flipped the position, straddling him. He let out a strangled laugh, before chuckling.
You leaned down, peppering kisses all over his face.
You sat beside your brother as your parents began talking with Jaskirat's. Jaskirat stood beside his sisters, Jasleen acting very shy while Harleen teased her. Jaskirat's eyes were on you.
Jasleen served tea on a tray, placing it on the coffee table as she cast a shy glance at Pinda, who averted his gaze, blushing.
You looked up, your eyes locking with Jaskirat as you grinned at him. He raised his eyebrows in a teasing manner, and you struggled to hide your smile at his actions.
The two families had lunch cooked by Prableen, whose food you and Pinda loved. You were seated beside Prableen, and she patted your head as you commented on her food. Jaskirat's mother talked about how she has prepared dessert. You looked at Jaskirat, who was oblivious to the comment you were going to make.
“Waise, mainu yakeen hai jo bhi tussi banaaya hai, mazedaar hai.” (“Well, I'm sure whatever you've created, tastes good.”)
You touched Jaskirat's foot with yours, moving it higher up his shin. Jaskirat's eyes met yours, and as soon as he realized what you implied, he choked on his food. Harleen quickly put the puzzles together, and barely held her laughter together as she saw her brother flustered. She handed her brother a cup of water.
Prableen created Jaskirat. You basically claimed that he tastes good.
While the families were in the living room deciding on dates for the roka, you were making your way to the bathroom when Jaskirat pulled you into his bedroom, pinning you against the door as he shut it.
“Mainu chhed rahe ho, haan ji?” (“Teasing me, huh?”) He taunted, his voice smoother than before as his tone dripped with controlled desire.
You giggled. He rolled his eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He began tickling you, and you laughed uncontrollably.
Jaskirat dropped you onto the bed, continuing his actions. You writhed around, laughter filling the room. All of a sudden, Harleen barged into the room, hands on her hips as she took in the sight.
Jaskirat paused, stiffening as his hands moved from your body to rest on his lap as he sat up, clearing his throat.
Harleen's lips curved up into a smile as she cupped your face. “Aye haye, mujhe pata tha ki tum dono ek dusre ke liye bane ho.” (“Aye haye, i knew the two of you were made for each other.”)
You looked down, shying away from her gaze.
You fixed his tie, a small pout on your lips as you looked up at him. “Aur kitne din?” (“How many more days?”)
Jaskirat caressed your cheek. “Yeh ab Phase Four hai, toh adaa mahina. Fikar mat karo, jaan. Main do hafte ke baad aaunga. Hm?” (“It's Phase Four now, so about half a month. Don't worry, love. I'll be back after two weeks. Hm?”)
You nodded. He was about to step back when you grabbed his tie and slammed your lips against his. Jaskirat's eyes widened before he relaxed into the kiss. His hands automatically found your waist as he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours.
“Pinda aur Jasleen ke roka ke baad humari hogi.” (“After Pinda and Jasleen's engagement it will be ours.”)
You nodded, giving a quick peck to his lips before walking out of his house, where Pinda was getting the camera ready.
Arjun, Jaskirat's father, made sure his military uniform was in check, and Prableen helped him. You admired the couple, and Jaskirat's gaze followed yours. You shoved him gently with your hip. “Kuch saalon mein hum bhi aise honge.” (“We will also be like this in a few years.”)
Jaskirat chuckled, kissing the top of your head before standing beside Harleen, who was giving you two a teasing look.
Pinda placed the camera on a stand before walking over to Jasleen, a shy smile on both their faces as they posed.
Everyone said their goodbyes to Jaskirat as he made his way to the rickshaw that had arrived.
Two weeks later, it would be Pinda and Jasleen's roka. Then, it would be time for yours and Jaskirat's.
"mhm, yes, baby, just like that, be a good girl now, will ya?"
toji's cock slid in and out of your swollen cunt as his hands gripped your hips tightly. a string of moans left your mouth as he pulled your hair back.
toji thrusted from the back, hitting that spot of yours immaculately. you clenched the sheets. "fuck, you wanna take my load in your pussy? yeah, d'you want that baby?"
you were too lost in pleasure, so much that you forgot to reply to him. he grunted, thrusting deeper inside of you. "i need an answer baby."
you nodded. he gripped your hair harder. "words, princess."
"yes! yes, toji please! i need your cum inside of me!" you managed out, your pussy clenching around his girth. you were chasing your climax, and him teasing you didn't make it any better.
he rolled his hips. "hm, have you been a good girl? should i let you cum?"
you nodded fervently. "yes, yes, i've been such a good girl, toji! please let me cum, and cum inside of me!"
toji smirked, and with a hard thrust, spilled inside of you. he didn't stop there. he kept going until you came undone beneath him. your eyes rolled back in pleasure as you processed your orgasm.
toji leaned forward, snaking his arms around your torso before playing with your nipples. one hand trailed down your stomach before resting above your abdomen. "you're gonna be such a great mama."
As a woman on my own, I got it goin' on
And I'm liking what I'm seeing and I don't wanna be alone
'Cause you got me in a daze, your illusion makes me sway
We go back and forth and 'round and 'round and nothing turn away
Baby boy, could it be wonderful like this?
To say it's only 'bout in the way you twist
'Cause you got me in a daze, your illusion makes me sway
I'm caught up in you, now I'm tempted to stay, oh no
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A/n : Yes, I know. Why so many lyrics? Idk. For funsies. Thought it'll line up with the story? Don't ask me honestly I'm writing this at one fricking AM. Y'all better comment or else I'll hunt y'all down. Based on this post. Y'all better say this is kasainuma (no forcing hehe it's a joke). Not a spy AU. Enjoyy!
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Rehman Dakait.
The Sher-E-Baloch. Lyari ka baadshah. The most feared don in all of Karachi.
Most people would hesitate before taking the position of his secretary.
Not you.
Oh you were beyond thrilled.
The paycheck would be amazing, and not to mention, you'd get to stare at his handsome face.
But no matter how hot he looked or how his voice made you weak in the knees, you promised yourself that you'd never, ever indulge in such fantasies of yours. You were here to work, that's all.
You managed his accounts and arranged his meetings, not knowing your boss liked to admire you as you prepared the official papers and documents.
Rehman admired you from afar. He always liked how you got along with everyone. His sons, his brother, and even his men. As though you always belonged here, as a part of his family.
The day he realized his feelings for you was Eid, and he was starstruck seeing you in a dazzling salwar kameez with your hair done in a way that frames your face just right. He couldn't take his eyes off of you.
That night, you were in his office looking for some important documents when he decided to confront his feelings. When you realized what he was about to do, you made an excuse of having a bunch of work to do before going home.
Rehman knew it was an excuse. He noticed everything, even the way you'd stare at him during meetings and programmes. He knew you felt something.
So he decided to test you. To test your patience and how long it would take for you to give in to your desires.
He began unbuttoning extra buttons of his pathani kurtas, making sure to lean over your desk so that you'd get a tantalizing glimpse of his chest. His accidental touches would linger a second or two, making you feel warm inside.
You had tried your hardest to not stare at him during work, but failed. He would wear fabulous pathani suits paired with his iconic black sunglasses. His hair would be styled back, with one perfect strand always finding its way to fall over his face.
Something about Rehman allured you to him. Maybe it's the way he treats his men like his family. Maybe it's the way he treats his sons. It made you feel something, making you feel butterflies in your stomach every time you were near him.
You're here to work, not to lust over your boss, you'd remind yourself.
But that wasn't what went through your mind when you were alone in his office with him, after a political rally. Rehman had called you into his office to talk about some meetings with the Khanani brothers.
You walked into his office, bracing yourself for whatever he would do next to tease you. As soon as you walked in, you dropped papers that you had been holding.
Rehman was only in his pants, leaning against your desk with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He raised a brow with that sly smirk of his, his eyes drifting from you to the papers.
“Pick it up,” he commanded.
You bent down to pick the papers up, standing up as soon as you finished, only to bump into Rehman.
His smirk never left his face.
“Sir…” You began, but he brought his finger to your lips, shushing you. His gaze never left your face.
“Why aren't you admitting your feelings for me?”
His question made your eyes go wide. He let out a chuckle. “Now, jhooth bolne ki koi zarurat nahi hai. I've caught you… Doing questionable activities, while moaning my name.”
A gasp escaped your lips. It was him.
A few nights ago, you thought you were alone in Rehman's office, and while you were seated at your desk, your fantasies came crashing into your mind. The way he teased you, tried testing you by showing off. It caught up to you. You reached down into your salwar before fucking yourself, thinking that no one was in the office. Then, you heard something clatter outside. You had shrugged it off as some stray cat messing around in the factory.
But it was Rehman.
When you looked back at the man, he had a triumphant grin.
Unable to hold back any longer, you smashed your lips against his. Rehman's hands immediately went to your waist, hoisting you up in his arms before devouring your lips.
He sat you down on his “throne” before tugging at your kurta, ripping it off of your body. He threw the kurta aside like a piece of crap before claiming your lips again. He unhooked your bra, carelessly throwing it toward the side. He kneeled in front of you, tugging your pants off before pushing your legs wide apart.
He pulled your panties aside before leaning it and licking your pussy. His tongue teased your clit as it circled around it. You moaned softly, your hand going to his hair. Rehman thrusted his tongue inside your wet pussy, driving you over the edge. Before you could reach your high, Rehman pulled away.
He undid his pants, getting out of them before grabbing your hand and lifting you off of the chair. He sat down on the plush chair before manspreading, showcasing his massive bulge. You got on your knees in front of him, yanking his boxer briefs down before throwing it aside.
You brought your hands to his cock before stroking it. Rehman's hands went to your hair as he yanked it softly. “That's it, good girl.”
You felt your arousal growing at his praise. You began sucking his tip, making sure to go as slow as possible to make him feel good.
Then, you took all of him inside your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gagged around him, but kept going.
He started pushing your head up and down on his cock before thrusting upward. He groaned in pleasure as he began fucking your mouth.
Your lips closed around his cock. Rehman shut his eyes, throwing his head back before increasing the pace of his thrusts. With a final thrust, he came down your throat.
“Look at you… Swallowing my cum like a dirty little slut.”
The degradation made you even more wet. Rehman pulled you onto his lap before sliding you down onto his cock. You gasped at the sheer size of him stretching you out. You reached for the armrest of the chair, gripping it as tight as you could as Rehman began thrusting up into your tight cunt.
Rehman's hands moved yours to his shoulders before they rested by your hips, slamming you up and down on his thick cock.
The office was soon filled with sounds of skin slapping against skin, along with your moans. Rehman leaned down to capture one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. You threw your head back, unable to process the amount of pleasure you were receiving. You started riding his cock, your palms on his chest to maintain some sort of balance.
Rehman reached down to grab your ass, smacking it. Your moans became more high pitched as you almost reached your climax. Rehman began thrusting faster, indicating that he is closer to his orgasm.
The two of you came at the same time as he finished inside of you. You thought it was over, but it was far from over.
Rehman flipped the positions, and now you were on the plush chair. He got down on one knee, making sure the angle was right before thrusting into your pussy again. He pistoned his hips back and forth, making you see stars as he hit that spot.
“Oh, mhm, look at you, my little slut. Look at how your pussy is taking my cock like it's made for it. Admit it, you're my little whore, aren't ya?”
You nodded fervently. That wasn't enough for him. He slapped your ass. “Words, jaan.”
“Yes,” you moaned out, “I'm your whore.”
Rehman's thrusts increased at your words. He took his phone before dialing a number. “Haan, Donga. Kal koi bhi factory mat aana. Mujhe kuch… Personal kaam hai.”
You moaned loudly, but he covered your mouth. He gave you a sly grin as he pounded into you deliberately, just to see you writhe. He continued the call for a while before ending it abruptly, throwing his phone aside onto the desk before resuming his pace.
With one last thrust, he came inside of you, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours.
He wiped the sweat from your face, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.
Synopsis : Yalina spent the past few days trying to get baby Zayan to say "ammi" as his first word. She was incredibly competitive about it, as Hamza got to witness Zayan's first time crawling.
What happens when Yalina is out and while Hamza plays with Zayan, the boy confidently mutters "abbu"?
Genre : Crackfic/Fluff
A/n : HELOOOOO I'M FINALLY DOING MY REQUESTS (😭🙏) I wanted to do this cause this would be the easiest 😭 based on this request. I'm busy af due to college and shit 🤧 so I'm clearing the drafts 😫 I made Yalina go to uni cause she deserved to learn ✊hope you enjoy!!! (Also, potentially referencing one of my other fics in this one 🫣 lmk if you catch the reference!)
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"Hamza! Main college ke liye nikal rahi hoon!" ("Hamza! I'm leaving for college!")
Yalina exclaimed, grabbing her bag.
Hamza cooed at baby Zayan who was now in his arms, completely ignoring Yalina. Yalina rolled her eyes, sighing as she made her way to Hamza, smacking his shoulder.
"Main jaa rahi hoon, theek hai? Kuch khareedna hai toh call karna." ("I'm going, alright? If you want me to buy something just call me.")
Her affirmative tone immediately changed to a soft one has she began cooeing at her son, whose attention was on his father's beard. Yalina pouted, patting Zayan's head before kissing Hamza's cheek, making her way out.
"Bye!" Hamza shouted, turning his attention back to Zayan as he lifted him up into the air, making the boy giggle.
"Abbu!"
Hamza froze as Zayan muttered his first word.
Oh. No.
Last week, Zayan began crawling. He did it when Yalina was in college. And Hamza was the one to first see him crawl. He knew how much his wife wanted to experience her son's first time crawling. When Yalina returned, and she saw Zayan crawling on the play mat, Hamza swore he heard a sound escape her lips, something close to a sob.
Later, Hamza found Yalina crying. He was glad he didn't approach her, because for a few days, Yalina was grumpy.
And now it was going happen, again.
Hamza set Zayan down on the play mat, running hand through his hair. What will he do now? Quickly, Hamza sat down on the play mat alongside his son.
Zayan looked up at his father with wide eyes, unaware of the situation. Hamza leaned down. "Ammi. Bolo, amm-mi."
Hamza began emphasizing each syllable, hoping it would make Zayan say ammi instead of abbu.
"Abbu!"
Hamza laid on his back, running a hand down his face, groaning. He rolled to his side, staring back at Zayan who had a wide, toothless smile on his face.
Then, Hamza heard a giggle.
He turned, and saw the nanny, Aisha, giggling. Of course the sight was amusing. He was the Sher-E-Baloch. Seeing the Sher-E-Baloch rolling around in agony because he might potentially be burnt in his sleep by his wife over a minor reason will be amusing to anybody.
Hamza joined his hands together, silently begging her not to tell Yalina when she comes home. Aisha chuckled amusedly before making her way to the kitchen.
With a sigh, Hamza sat up, putting his serious face on.
"Ammi. Ammi," Hamza said calmly.
"Amm..."
Hamza's eyes lit up, a smile tugging at his lips as he heard Zayan speaking.
"Haan, haan! Amm...?" Hamza urged.
Zayan blinked, before exclaiming, "Abbu!"
Hamza quit.
Manipulation, infiltrating into gangs, being a spy was easier than whatever he was doing to make his son say a single word.
All he could do now was hope that Zayan doesn't say abbu in front of Yalina.
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"Mera baccha! Haye, I missed you so much!" Yalina claimed, taking Zayan from Hamza's arms. She pressed a long kiss to Zayan's cheek before kissing Hamza.
While she was in the shower, Hamza attempted again to make Zayan say ammi. Hamza tried to get him to stop saying abbu, even that would work. But Zayan showed no signs of stopping.
Hamza didn't notice Yalina's return. He was kneeling in front of his son, begging the baby to say "ammi" before Yalina got back.
Yalina let out a snort, making Hamza turn and look at her.
"Yalina, promise, maine bohot koshish ki ki Zayan ammi bole. Lekin-" ("Yalina, promise, I tried my best to make him say ammi. But-")
Yalina shook her head, laughing. "Hamza, aapko kya lagta hai? Zayan ne khud abbu bolna seekha?" ("Hamza, what do you think? Zayan started saying abbu on his own?")
Hamza blinked in confusion.
Yalina walked over to them, sitting down on the play mat. "Pichle hafte se main Zayan ko abbu bolne ke liye seekha rahi thi. You know why?" ("For the past week I've been teaching Zayan to say abbu. You know why?")
After a pause, she continued, "Because his first word was ammi. And I was so happy, and I wanted him to call you abbu."
Yalina rested her head on Hamza's shoulder, peering up at him. Hamza smiled, wrapping an arm around her before planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
Zayan crawled over to the two, making them chuckle.
