Actor Reader(Coz she is a fine shyt) x Akshaye Khanna. They dated in the past, people loved them both and on and off screen. They're breakup was a national news.😭(lets think Alia and Ranveer, how big it was when they revealed they were getting married or like Vijay and Rashmika rn) they stopped working together after the breakup. But Then they come together for Dhurandhar.( remember dilwaale? It was like so hyped coz kajol and srk being together in a movie after ages? Yeah it's something like that here as well) and well maybe Reader can play the role of Ulfat?and The proximities bring them together?👀
Rekindled - Akshaye Khanna x reader
2k words🎀
look who is back after an eternity, i hope this is good, wrote this in one go at 3am lol, not proofread. Sab @obsessedwidskincare ko thanks bolenge because she told me not to write angst so I didn’t! Tho mai to full mood me thi *cue evil laughter*😈
Pune University, 2001
“Oh my god, did you see?? Akshaye Khanna and Y/n L/n are dating!!” A college squealed dropping a magazine in front of her friends.
“Oh yes, they’re so gorgeous together!” Another one replied, staring at the couple on page six.
“Lucky her!” Third one said.
Akshaye Khanna and Y/n l/n were the IT couple of Bollywood in the 2000s. When the news of the two being a couple came out it was absolute chaos. The fans were lost their minds and loved the duo immensely, demanding more of the couple both on and off screen. The two worked together in several movies, directors and producers lining up to cast them together knowing the movie would become blockbuster even if it story sucked. The people loved them enough to watch three hours of bull crap just to see them together on the screen.
Zoom TV, 2003
“Bollywood’s favourite couple, Akshaye Khanna and Y/n L/n part ways after three years together.” The TV anchor spoke in a sensational tone, as if telling the tale of the century. “Dono adakaro ne apne raaste alag karliye hain, surtron ki maanen toh inn dono ke bich mahino se ann ban chal rahi thi aur akhir me dono ne alag hone ka faisla kar liya.” She added, staring into the camera. “Kya iss break up wajah Akshaye ki Karishma Kapoor ke sath nazdikiyaan toh nahi? Ya shayad Akshaye ko Y/n ka apne co star John Abraham ke sath promotions karna pasand nahi! Iss raaz ke khulase ke liye humare saath jude rahiye, sirf Zoom tv par!”
Somewhere in a salon a woman gasped, somewhere in an office a man cheered as if he had a chance with Y/n, and somewhere in a teenage was sobbing into her pillow that her favourite couple was no longer together, making all her comfort movies her worst nightmare. The emotions were high.
Bandra, February 2024
Y/n L/n had an amazing Bollywood career, she stared off as a child actor, then grew up to be the leading lady of almost every other early 2000s Bollywood movies. As she aged she sometimes took up on roles of older sisters or young aunt, then gracefully took an exit from the industry, choosing to keep her dignity intact. To say she was surprised when Aditya Dhar approached her for the role of Rehman Dakait’s wife in his upcoming movie Dhurandhar. But she didn’t deny it, she didn’t ask who would be playing Rehman Dakait, she just took on the role as wanted to be a part of such an amazing story. She could tell it was going to break all records.
Alibaug, February 2024
Akshaye was skeptical about the role, he didn’t want to do it at first, he didn’t want to play a terrorist. “I’ll dwell on it,” he’d told Mukesh Chabra with no intention of giving it a second thought. The script laid idly on the table of his office in his house in Alibaug, he glanced at it in passing and paused. He picked it up when his eyes landed on the cast list,
Ranveer Singh as Hamza Ali Mazari
Rehman Dakait TBD
Danish Pandor as Uzair Baloch
Y/n L/n as Ulfat Baloch
Arjun Rampal as Major Iqbal
Aslam Chaudhary TBD
He paused at that one name, Y/n L/n. He scanned the sheet with his eyes and realised she’d be playing the role of his wife. Twenty years passed and still his heartbeat quickened at the sight of her name. Twenty years passed and yet the two of them had never married anyone else. Twenty years later they were going to work again if he agreed to the role. That had to mean something right? Maybe this was fate giving them another chance. He didn’t think twice before calling Aditya to let him know he’s on board.
The shoot started five months later, the set was buzzing with excitement and determination, crew running around to make sure everything was perfect, while the actors went over their lines, fighting off the nerves. Y/n had learnt about Akshaye playing Rehman and she almost backed out of the movie because even after twenty years her heart still skipped a beat at the thought of being in the same room as him, playing his wife, having to look at him like she loved him and still maintain boundary enough to sell it as acting. But she didn’t quit, she was a professional and she wouldn’t let her lingering feelings get in the way of her professionalism.
The reason of their breakup was marriage. She wanted to settle down while he wanted some time to figure himself out before taking such huge decision. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to marry her, he knew deep in his heart if he ever got married it would be to her but at that time he was scared to tie the knot, not because he didn’t love her, but because he was scared he wouldn’t be the best choice for her. He wanted to change himself for the better before they took the final decision. It was a case of right person wrong time. Things escalated, fights and arguments got too much. She decided to leave and he let go. Neither of them fought hard enough, blame it on the age or ego, but it happened. And even after being set free, Y/n couldn’t bring herself to marry anyone else.
Today they were shooting the hospital scene, the two of them were still yet to meet each other. Y/n was sitting on her makeup chair, wearing a simple suit, and her hair was tied into a loose braid, a few stray locks framing her face. Tears streaming down her face and it looked like she had been crying for a while.
“You okay?” She heard a familiar voice behind her, a voice she hadn’t heard in person in twenty years. She raised her head to look at Akshaye standing behind her, clad in his all black pathani, his wig perfectly set on his head. He looked so handsome that she had to take moment to collect herself.
“Hm? Yeah! Just wanted to look like I’d been crying. You know, before scene rituals.” She said standing up to face him. Her face was wet from the tears but to him she looked ethereal in even in a simple suit.
“No glycerin?” He chuckled awkwardly.
“You know it.” She replied with ease, like it was just as easy to banter with him even after years of distance. And he did know that she didn’t rely on makeup or glycerin to make her seem sad. It was raw and real acting.
“Kaisi ho?” He couldn’t help but ask.
“Theek. Tum?” She bit her lip, looking at him. That one strand of hair falling over his forehead doing things to her heart.
“Theek,” he mimicked the nod of her head. They both stayed silent for a few seconds, only for the silence to be interrupted by one and only Ranveer Singh.
“Kya sir, Y/n ma’am ko bol rahe ho araam se thappad maare?” He joked appearing behind Akshaye, who rolled his eyes while Y/n chuckled.
“Hello to you too Ranveer.” She giggled looking over at the hyper excited man.
“Iski baat mat suno, you hit me as hard you need to, bas screen pe accha dikhna chaiye.” Akshaye said firmly, and for a second she hesitated but agreed nonetheless.
Soon they all called for the scene, everyone turned serious and into work mode as Aditya yelled “Action!” The doors opened and Akshaye turned to see y/n walking in angrily, the pre crying looked amazing as now her face perfectly captured the expressions of a woman who’d lost her son. She stopped one foot away from him, glared at him and slapped him. He flinched then pulled her into his arms as she sobbed. “Meri jaan hai tu!” He whispered his dialogue feeling it more than he should’ve.
“CUT!!” They did a few more takes before they called it a day.
A few weeks passed in the blur of hectic shoot days, y/n was sitting on her chair scrolling through Instagram when she stumbled upon a bts picture posted by Aditya Dhar.
adityadhar you are not ready for this! @yourusername #akshayekhanna
User1: Dhar sahab cooked with the casting
Akshayefan: please get back together @yourusername #akshayekhanna
Riya123: my 2000s heart is healing #yourshipname
y/n_updates: i will sell my soul for these two to get back together
Y/n chuckled reading the comments, a weight settling in her heart. She too would sell her soul to get back with Akshaye if she was being honest. She shook her head and locked her phone.
“Kitna chupaegi, Tara?” She heard a voice from behind her, she was tired of people sneaking up on her from behind. She didn’t need to turn to see who it was, only one person called her Tara and talked in a certain way. Sanjay Dutt, her old friend, her rakhi brother who called her Tara because she was a star. “Tum dono kab tak ye bhagne ka khel kheloge? Itni umar me bhi thakte nahi ho kya?” He said sarcastically, dropping onto the chair beside her.
“Agar humari umar hogayi hai toh aapka apne baare me kya khayal hai?” She joked changing the subject but he saw through it.
“Accha mazak hai, par mai seriously nahi leta.” He laughed leaning back into the chair. “But seriously, kya laga rakha hai? Dono sirf aahein bharte rehte ho, bees saal kaafi nahi hai kya samjhne ko?”
“Apko kuch nahi pata. Mai aagy badh gayi hoon.”
“Sindoor to nahi dikhta.” He retorted coolly.
“Sirf shadi karne se move on nahi hota.”
“Par chora bhi toh shadi ke liye hi tha na?” He was not going easy on her, he kept throwing in facts at her that she couldn’t defend or deny. “Baat karne se masle hal hote hai.” He gave her a knowing look. A look that said trust me. He patted her head and walked back to where he came from.
While shooting the scene on the bridge, where they were supposed to take Faizal to the hospital, her mind kept replaying the conversation with Sanjay, in the cramped space of the car, Y/n sat on the car floorboard, overwhelmed by the way Akshaye was looking at her, “Rehman,” she whispered with tears in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her forehead and something inside her broke which she was sure was caught by camera, which wasn’t Ulfat. All Y/n.
The director yelled cut and before they could call for a retake she marched towards her vanity, slamming the door behind her. She hated it was affecting her so much, she hated that even after twenty years his lips had an effect on her body. She hated that the line between acting and reality was blurring. She wiped her face with a tissue paper, crumbling the material in her hand afterwards.
The doorknob moved and the door creaked open, slowly. Akshaye walked in with tentative steps, reading the room. She stiffened looking at him through the mirror. More tears poured down her eyes as he inched closer. Even after two decades he knew her body, knew her mannerisms, he just knew. He walked closer slowly and pulled her into his chest. She didn’t fight it, she didn’t push him away, she clutched his shirt pulling him closer. He leaned down to press a hard kiss to her head. “I’m sorry.” He muttered lowly.
“Me too.” She sniffled nuzzling further into his chest.
Neither of them spoke, but the air in the room had changed, charged with unspoken feelings. They didn’t need words to relay how they felt. They knew and it was enough. His arms around her tightened as if to say, “ I love you” and she turned her head slightly so her cheek was pressed into his chest, an action that screamed, “I love you more.” And this time neither of them were letting go.
What inspires you to write and how does your process usually go like the idea from the brain to the post here
Okayyy so thank you for this ask this is actually such a great question 😭🫶🏽
So about inspiration, i can get inspired by the most mundane of things if I'm being honest. Could be a song, a tv show, a picture, maybe even the weather on a certain day.
Now the writing part. Oh dear.
I actually think about the main inciting event of the story and later I think about what to do and maybe even refine the inciting event too. Like, the story of zzaz was supposed to be completely different actually! But later I thought about how the first idea is very out of character and definitely not something jaskirat would do. So I changed it to something that felt right and I felt more comfortable writing. And then, you start writing.
Starting a fanfiction is genuinely what I dread the most. The start of almost all my fics is bland and not very interesting and it doesn't help that the starting is what's supposed to make someone interested in your fics. I severely lack the ability to write something that catches someone's eye. I also suck at writing a synopsis so I just hope that someone has enough patience to get through the boring shit to the part where I think I'm good at.
I also say 'synopsis' as 'sypnosis' way too many times.
I really focus on backstories and feelings a lot. I think that when you read a story, you want to feel for the character. And for me, that only happens when I know atleast a little about them. I could again take ZZAZ for an example, if you look at what happened while completely ignoring y/n's backstory, it is really not a big deal. Jaskirat is right from a brother's perspective and it's something that can easily be dismissed. Except, y/n has spent her entire life feeling like a liability, a burden. And jaskirat's outburst just confirmed it for her. When you take her whole story in, you can actually feel how it would've hurt her. So I tried explaining that emotion and how it completely shook her to the core.
After I'm done with the inciting event, the ending just comes to you. I've never had to much about it. In 'kayar' tho, I just had a rough imagination of the story and I had actually planned just the ending so yeah that one was easy.
After all this, I reread it a lot if I'm feeling like it or I just post it. Sometimes I just could not be bothered to re read the same thing that I've been writing since days and so it just goes online and I take a huge nap after it.
I think I should also mention how annoying it is to write the rest of the parts after the first one in a series. Because when you're writing the first one, you're just thinking about how to make it good and interesting at that moment. Later on, you have to build the whole universe around it and during that, you might find some plot holes and that might cause inconsistencies and—well, no one likes that. So even if there are inconsistencies, you have to work with them. Sometimes my own writing doesn't match what I've imagined in my head, and I do not want to put something out there if even I don't find it satisfactory.
After posting, the only thing a writer wants is a little bit of appreciation. So if you guys ever like a fic, make sure to leave atleast one nice comment under their fic. You have no idea how much it means to them.
Anyway, thank you for the question. I love questions like these that get me thinking for a while. I appreciate this so much 😭 send me more asks you guys, i love them all.
Ps : if someone can write them 'sypnosis' for me, I'll give you my English teacher's first born ❤️
You do everything but update your series which is literally what people keep up with your blog for.
Just do what you're here for damn. No one wants to listen to your rants they want the posts.
The contrast between the last ask and this one is killing me 😭
Hi anon! So, this is actually my own blog and I'm allowed to do literally everything on here haha! It's simple really ☺️
About ZZAZ, I am incredibly apologetic. Not to you tho (you're being a meanie sorry), but to my readers who are absolute sweethearts with me and are still putting up with my shit even though it's been a month. The thing is that starting from the 15th to the first of July, i will be incredibly busy and will not be able to provide any content on this blog. So before that time period, I'm trying my best to write as much as I can.
I'm hoping i could finish atleast 2 parts of zzaz and maybe a few other small pieces i was working on. And they will be scheduled posts! This is because I know that once I go for a hiatus, it will take me an entire lightyear to come back to writing.
So yeah, it will take me a bit of time but when I'm on break, y'all will get consistent updates !!!! (If I am able to get done with these of course)
And about you anon, I have nothing to tell you really but thanks for this ask because atleast i could make an announcement??? So yeah thanks ig ☺️ you should stop being a meanie tho! Not a nice look lemme tell ya.
Uzair Baloch x reader
Summary- Crackfic hai boss, with fluff ka tadka🤪
Warning- Pure Uzair fluff! For a change, he is flirty and not bhondu
Hello, Hello 🎤
Mike Testing
1, 2, 3...
So I wanted to surprise my second child on Tumblr, the incredible @mainyahaankyunhoon. Girlie is just about tolerating the excessive heat while slaying exams, managing stress, dealing with her dean, keeping up with Tumbr and Instagram and what not 😭😭😭
So I decided to go ahead and write this fic for her, based on her idea🤓
My first child @roses-and-iron helped proof reading this, suggesting a title worthy of such a crackfic. I swear you guys, you have no idea how COOL Nini is🥹
Also beating my wifey @twinblueflamee as it seems I have more self-control as this fic is less than 5K words😼🙂↔️🙂↕️
To any of you who don't like it- I am sorry!
To anyone who likes it- It is a labor of Love and Chai Mocha drip⏰️
To all the writers- You guys are incredible! Seriously, the mehnat should be loved and appreciated🫶🫶🫶
To all people on Tumblr- The world is a shitty place. Let girlies live a little more on this platform without being Judged🫂
The tranquility of the lazy Sunday afternoon at Baloch Haveli was rudely interrupted by an angry yet firm voice. You were stopped at the gate by two men, one who looked like a Sumo wrestler on diet while the other looked as if he overdid the fake freckles trend.
‘Mujhe Uzair Baloch se milna hai’ you repeated, your tone as calm and indifferent as it could be when dealing with henchmen of dreaded gangsters.
‘Are par aap hai kon?’ the bald man asked, looking unimpressed
‘Aap mujhe andar jaane de warna main chillaungi’ you threaten only for him and the other guy to snicker at you.
‘Dekhe bibi aap andar aise nahi jaa sakti’ he says, speaking to you as if you were a child with questionable comprehension skills.
‘Waise bhi nahi jaa sakti bhai, aapka 4×4 mini truck jaisa badan beech mein jo khada hai’ you spit out
‘Agar aapne mujhe andar jaane se roka toh main yaha Jamali sahab ko bulaungi’
‘Mere mamu hai woh’ you say as a matter-of-fact, even though the statement is a lie. They look at you. Dressed in your most expensive lawn suit, with black spherical frame nestled on your equally round face, you made an extra effort to look dignified and posh considering you were going to confront a member of the Baloch family.
The name Jamali does the trick and the fake freckles guy leads you to the porch where Rehman Dakait is sitting with his wife Ulfat Baloch. They were watching their sons play football while enjoying a cup of chai. You stood in front of them, sweat beading at your forehead. You reminded yourself why you were here and you were not leaving till you got what you wanted.
You clear your throat and address the man who was now looking at you with curiosity.
‘Rehman bhai ab aap hi meri kuch madad kar sakte hai. Uzair miyan se koi rabata nahi ho raha.’
Rehman stands up and addresses you ‘Kya baat hai? Batao’
‘Mujhe insaaf chahiye. Hone wale bacchon ke liye’
Rehman and Ulfat blurt in unison ‘Kya?’
‘Ji. Aise iss halat mein akela kaise chod sakte hai woh? Kal main factory gayi toh woh waha nahi the. Aaj unhe cheel chowk pe uss tanker jaise aadmi ke saath dekha. Maine awaaz bhi di toh bhi unhone ne suna hai. Aise kon karta hai bhala?’
Ulfat, the angel that she is, walked towards you ‘Tum pehle baith jao. Pani piyogi?’
You were taken aback by her warm and gentle nature.
‘Shukriya’ you gulp the glass of water handed to you by a househelp. The kids saw the serious exchange and stood near the cars to eavesdrop.
You continue ‘Aapko toh aaj kal ke haalat ka pata hi hai. Iss mehengai mein main akeli kaise yeh zimmedari uthau. Kya unka koi farz nahi banta?’
Rehman looks at Ulfat, who in turn is glaring at him. ‘Baat toh sahi keh rahi ho par humara Uzair itna laaparwah nahi. Pata nahi kya ho gaya?’
‘Unhe zimmedari ka bojh nahi uthana shayad’ you reply
As if on clue, the devil makes an appearance. Dressed in navy blue kurta and jeans, he looked more like a vintage movie star than the feared gangster that Lyari spoke of in hushed tones.
‘Tum yaha kya kar rahi ho?’ he asks, irritation evident in his voice.
‘Aapse milne aayi thi par aap hai ki mujhe taal rahe hai’
Uzair notices Ulfat looking at him in anger while Rehman has disappointment written all over his face
‘Uzair yeh sab kya hai?’
Uzair lets out a choppy breath, the forced air ruffling hair falling on his forehead.
‘Bhai yeh ladki pagal hai!’
‘Ha ha main hi pagal hu! Aapse kitne baar kaha tha maine ke yeh sab galat hai par aapne meri ek na suni’ you reprimand him, reminding him of all the times you asked him to mind his lane.
‘Aur toh aur jab kaha ke aise kisi ke ghar ki deewar kudke aana acchi baat nahi toh kehte the yeh sab toh fitrat hai, tum apni khidki theek se bandh rakho’
‘Ab dekho kya ho gaya. Ab bacchon ki zimmedari kon uthayega?’
Uzair is perplexed while Rehman and Ulfat are shocked.
‘Bacche? Kitne hai?’ Ulfat asks in a gentle tone
‘Pata nahi par 2 toh hai hi. 3 ya chaar bho ho sakte hai’ you reply
Rehman was embarrassed while Ulfat was taken aback ‘Kaise?’
‘Aap toh aise bol rahi hai jaise yeh koi anokhi baat hai’ you look at the three of them who are wearing shock, surprise and embarrassment as facial accessories. Behind, you hear the Sumo wrestler whisper something to the tanker, both giggling like school kids
You turn to them ‘Yaha kya comedy circus chal raha hai? Itni hassi kyu aa rahi? Serious baat chal rahi yaha!’
You turn to look at Uzair but Rehman clears his throat ‘Kya chahiye tumhe?’
Finally! Someone asking the real question
‘Muafza aur dekh bhaal. Aur bacche hone pe equal zimmedari’
He immediately replies ‘Theek hai. Par tumhe bhi toh dhyan rakhna chahiye tha’
‘Rehman bhai, main akeli kitna khayal rakhu. Inhe toh parwah hi nahi. “Jo hoga dekha jayega” yeh attitude hai inka’ you huff in annoyance.
‘Isse toh main baad mein dekhta hoon par tum chahti ho toh bacche hone tak yaha ruk sakti ho. Uske baad bhi yaha reh sakti ho.’
You interrupt him, horrified at the suggestion ‘Nahi warna inka billa meri billi ko aur tang karega’
Rehman and Ulfat are confused. It is the tanker who asks ‘Billa? Billi?’
You turn around to look at him. ‘Ha. Yeh dekhiye’ saying so you fetch your beautiful, green eyed indie cat from the wicker basket.
‘Meri pyari Razia Sultan. Kya haalat kar di inke Pele ne’
Rehman turns to Uzair ‘Abbe, yeh Pele kon hai?’
Before Uzair could reply, you fill him in. ‘Are inka woh mota billa. Factory mein rehta hai. Loafer saala chindi aashiq. Fenke hue chicken se meri Raziya ko behla fusla ke maa bana diya.’
‘Naam bhi kitna behuda ashleel hai’ you say under your breath.
‘Aye ladki woh bohot bade footballer ka naam hai. Tameez se’ Uzair charges at you, as if you had just called him a slur.
‘Par aapka billa toh badtameez hai. Jahil, playboy!’ you throw the unsolicited character certificate at him.
Everybody breaks out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, leaving Uzair and you confused and irritated.
Ulfat finally calms a bit, speaking in between her laughing fit, ‘Are tum fikar mat karo. Tumhari billi… Raziya ki dawai ka kharcha aur bacchon ki dekh rekh Uzair dekhega’
‘Ji pura nahi par aadha hissa. Baki meri Raziya ke liye aadha kharcha main uthaungi’ you say with pride of being a self made woman.
‘Bohot pyari ho tum. Kya naam hai aur kaha rehti ho?’ asks Ulfat.
‘Main Y/n Gillani. Yehi paas mein rehti hoon’
You notice before anyone else how Ulfat’s expression changes from one of amusement to that of sympathy and maybe a bit of pity. ‘Tum Harris Gillani ki beti ho na?’
‘Ji. Mujhe der ho rahi hai, main chalti hoon Baji. Salaam Rehman bhai’
Not wanting to engage in a conversation that could potentially make you uneasy, you decide to bolt from there.
All this is noticed by Uzair who is now intrigued more than irritated. You had first entered his workspace over two months ago to complain about his stray cat harassing her pet.
Ever since then, he has seen you arguing, fighting, giving it back without any fear or inhibitions. But today, at the mention of your father, he saw vulnerability. The sadness that crept into your eyes, disturbed him as he had always seen them lit with a vivacious spark. Seeing the sudden change in your mood unsettled him, making him wonder whether the teasing and the arguments were a way for him to keep you in his life a bit longer. He looks at your retreating form, determined to solve this mystery.
Next morning you open your door to cat food and neonatal supplies. These would cover at least two months of the pregnancy.
You settle your fur baby in her new comfortable nesting box and coo ‘Meri Raziya. Billa aur Bille ka baap bhale jahil ho par khaandan accha hai’
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‘Uzair mere saath chaloge?’ Ulfat asks Uzair on a Saturday, dressed up to step out.
‘Kaha bhabhi?’
‘Woh bazaar mein kaam hai aur saath Y/n ko milke bhi aayenge. Aakhir samdhan hai tumhari!’ she laughs.
His family and friends had made it a point to tease him mercilessly, reminding him of the eventful Sunday evening and the consequences.
‘Bhabhi aap bhi!’ Uzair mutters, the blush painting his cheeks red as he later understood how everyone had assumed it was you two who were the expecting parents.
Ulfat’s eyes softened seeing Uzair blush. ‘Mazzak tha. Bechari itna pyari bacchi aur itna dukh’ she sighed, the words feeling heavy.
‘Uski ammi ka inteqal hue barson beet gaye. 6 mahine pehle abbu bhi chal base. Bhai Islamabad mein hai par koi rabata nahi. Iske abbu ke janaze pe bhi nahi aaya.’
Uzair’s heart broke for you. The realisation of the pain you silently carried, the strong persona you were forced to project at all times made him see you in a different light.
‘Akeli hai bechari. Mrs Faraz ke yaha kaam karti hai. Bohot tareef karti hai woh iske designs ki’
Hearing someone praise you brought in a sense of pride, making him smile. He always wondered how one woman could be so indifferent to others yet turn into a gentle kind soul for the helpless. It is then that he realized what he felt for you was more than admiration.
Ulfat and Uzair arrive at Mrs Faraz's boutique, surprising you and the other staff members. Ulfat specifically asks for your assistance. You begin showing her around while painfully aware of the six foot two inch guy shamelessly staring at you.
You pick out a black sharara and hand it Ulfat. ‘Baji, yeh aape bohot accha lagega’
Ulfat looks at the material and smiles at you.
‘Pack kar do. Aur baki ke 4 suit bhi pack kar dena’
‘Zaroor!’ you beam at her, making your way to the billing desk. You pack the stuff and hand it to Ulfat.
‘Yeh lijiye’
Uzair steps forward, taking the bags and brushing your hands in process. You look at him expecting this touch to be an accident. Instead, you see him grinning at you.
Ulfat sees this and soon bids you goodbye, leaving Uzair to settle the bill.
He hands you the money and bends down to whisper ‘Tumpe yeh peela rang bohot accha lagta hai. Par laal rang zyada jachega.’
His voice makes your little heart flutter. You turn away quickly, not noticing the way his eyes were mapping your curves.
Ever since that day he started becoming more and more obvious, not hiding his intentions and definitely not letting you escape him.
He was invariably near your workplace before and after your shift. Your colleagues had now started teasing you, making you cringe hard. It got so bad that you literally felt like hitting them on their heads with a bat to restructure their brain.
By day four you had had enough. You make your way to his jeep to give him an earful.
‘Aapko ladies wear mein dilchaspi abhi hui hai ya yeh shaukh pehle se hi hai’ you ask him, only for the tanker aka Hamza to laugh and disappear into the crowd.
Uzair straightens up and leans towards you. ‘Mujhe kapadon mein nahi par inhein banane wali mein dilchaspi hai’
Was he flirting with you?
‘Toh main kal Rumana khala ko aapse milwa dungi. Wohi silai karti hai. 70 saal ki hai par jodi theek lagegi’ you reply with no emotion. However, his flirty smile was making your head spin.
‘Tumhare kehne pe toh main goli bhi kha lu meri jaan, yeh khaala ko patana toh bohot choti baat hai’
Flustered, you begin reprimanding him
‘Dekhiye..’
‘Dekh raha hoon’ he says, staring at you, specifically your lips.
You huff ‘Zyada free hone ki zaroorat nahi. Main aapke type ki ladki nahi hu’
He sighs, ‘Pata hai! Isiliye puch raha ke main tumhare type ka kaise banu?’
‘Jahannam jaake. Ajeeb aafat hai!’ You turn back irritated. He honks his car horn making you turn back to look at him. You glare at him to which he puts his hand on his heart, falling back on the car.
Such a drama queen!
He became more obvious, emboldened by the fact that you did nothing to push him away. He made sure to turn up at the tea stall you frequented, never letting you have your favorite chai in peace.
‘Lyari mein aur koi chai ki dukaan nahi ke idhar aa jaate hai baar baar’ you say as soon as he slides next to you, painfully close.
‘Hai par yaha jitni meethi chai kahi nahi’ he says, too close for your comfort.
You shift a bit farther, ‘Itna meetha khayenge toh diabetes ho jayegi’
‘Tum kaho toh aaj se meetha kya sab chod du’
‘Mera peecha chod de’ you reply
‘Are ab toh hamara rishta hai. Ha par mujhe kuch khaas pasand nahi woh. Raziya ki ammi, kaisa rahe agar main Raziya ka abbu ban jau?’
You cough your chai, taken aback by his shameless proposal. ‘Jaisa billa waisa baap. Jahil! Besharam! Behaya!’
‘Kitna pyaara bolti ho. Aur bolo, accha lag raha’
‘Joota naya hai warna fek ke maarti’
‘Apne haathon se maar do, yuhi marr jaunga’
You leave from there, running, making sure that no one sees the crimson tint on your flushed cheeks.
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Today was rather a somber day where you didn't feel like interacting with anyone.
Strangely enough, Uzair somehow understood your emotional state just by looking at your face.
‘Aaj please mujhe pareshan mat karna’ you pleaded as you stood in front of him post your shift.
‘Ghar chod du?’
‘Ha’
He drives you to your home quietly. You look out of the window to will the tears away. It was your brother's birthday and you had called him thrice to wish him. However, to no surprise, he did not receive the call, nor did he attempt to call you back. Sometimes you wonder if it was your destiny to be alone. Otherwise, how could you explain why your brother, your only living relative in this world, wouldn't want to keep in touch with you. Why was life so mean to you?
Uzair stops the car outside your small house. ‘Andar aau?’ he asks
‘Theek hai’ you reply as you wanted him to be close to you. His presence made you feel warm and protected. Something you stopped feeling since your father's death.
You both enter the house to see Pele sleeping next to Raziya. You sigh looking at the two cats.
‘Chai piyoge?’ you ask Uzair, unable to meet his gaze.
‘Ha’
You hand him a steaming cup of tea, while you take yours and turn towards the window to wrestle with your feelings in peace.
His voice pulls you out from your gloomy thoughts.
‘Mere abbu bohot acche the. Imaandar the. Transportation ka business tha. Ammi bohot pyari thi par usoolon ki pakki thi. Khush the hum. Par phir jo hua woh toh puri Lyari janti hai.’
You turn to look at him as he continues ‘Rehman bhai ne mujhe apnaya aur bhabhi ne apne dil mein jagah di. Naieem aur Faisal bhi bohot pyaar karte hai mujhse. Ammi Abbu ki kami aaj bhi hai par pyaar ki kami nahi’
He walks towards you taking the teacup from your hand and placing it on the side table. He takes your hands in his, forcing you to look at him.
‘Yeh sab main isiliye keh raha hoon taki tum apne aap ko ijazat do. Agar khudko aur dusron ko mauka nahi dogi toh tumhe tumhare hisse ka pyaar kaise milega?’
The gentleness in his voice and the impact of his words are enough to break you down completely. Before you know, tears start rolling down your face as your carefully built guard comes down. You crumple in his arms, tears straining his jacket. You keep crying and crying, the little girl in you tired and exhausted at being strong. For the first time in months, someone acknowledged your fears, assuring you that you're not alone.
After a while Uzair whispers teasingly ‘Rona bandh karo warna Raziya mujhe nakhun maregi ke “Mere ghar mein ghuske, meri ammi ko rulayega, himmat kaise hui iski”’
Unable to help yourself, you giggle into his chest, ‘Meri Raziya shareef hai’
‘Ha bilkul tumhari tarah’ his voice comes out gruff as you take in the way your body melts against his. You look up at him, his brown eyes turning obsidian with desire.
His eyes move down to your lips.
‘Can I?’ he asks, only for you to move forward and plant your lips on his.
And thus began your life with Uzair Baloch. If he was irritating before, he is insufferable now. Despite telling him not to treat you like his girlfriend, the man showed up everyday at your doorstep to drop you to work and returned home with you every evening for ‘Chai’ which would invariably lead to you two making out on the couch. Sundays were spent with him, Naieem and Faisal at the bowling alleys or games zone. They had started calling you Chachi! You pretend to cringe at it but secretly love it too much.
Tanker aka Hamza addressed you as bhabhi, while his other gang members averted their gazes as soon as you were in their line of sight.
Uzair as a boyfriend was 100/10. He was calm and patient with you during the initial days of your ‘Relationship.’ You tried to put your worst behavior forward, wanting him to ditch you before things got serious. You indulged in petty things like getting mad at him at every occasion, not answering his calls, leaving messages at seen, making him wait for hours on a chai date, unbothered and nonchalant about it. He was not only composed but had a flirty retort for everything.
But this facade broke the day you heard there was a shoot involving Uzair and rival gang members. You ran to the hospital expecting the worst. Instead you found him outside the hospital, smoking as if everything was normal. Relieved, you hugged him tight and let your tears flow freely. That day you decided to give up the act and admit to yourself that you were indeed truly, madly in love with Uzair Baloch!
Still, you had your days where you tried to get on his nerves. Like today. Leaning against his car, you saw him carrying the beautiful vibrant red rose bouquet in his hands. Your heart did a merry little dance but you quickly composed yourself.
Instead of irritation, his eyes had a knowing glint. ‘Pata hai. Mujhe pasand hai so main le aaya. Ab phoolwale ko toh bol nahi sakta na ke yeh ajeeb shaukh hai mere!’
You couldn't help but laugh at this. He looks at you lovingly, noticing you wearing red kurti and beige palazzo.
‘Maine kaha tha na…Laal tumpe zyada jachta hai’
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Weeks went by and finally Raziya gave birth to 5 kittens.
‘Mubarak ho 5 bacche hue hai’ you wish Uzair as soon as he enters your home, with Pele in his arms. Naieem and Faisal had also tagged along to see the fur babies. The litter had 2 females and 3 males. You ask Faisal to name them, which in hindsight was a mistake as boys got named after footballers- Zizou, Bex and Ibra. One kitten was named after his favorite dessert Rabdi while the other one got a sane name- Fiza. Wait, wasn't Faisal's classmate named Fiza?
A week went by in a wink. The kittens were growing stronger and louder. Pele had ditched the dusty factory and taken up residence at your home becoming your ‘Ghar Jamai’. The family of 7 lay fast asleep after an uneventful day.
As Uzair lay sprawling on the couch with you in his arms, he started stroking your bare arms, whispering in a low voice, ‘Accha suno. Woh main soch raha tha- Pele bhi idhar rehta hai. Bacche bhi chotte hai. Tumhe bhi roz kaam pe jaana hota hai..’
Clueless to where this was going, you lift your head from his chest and look at him, ‘Toh?’
He continues, albeit nervously, ‘Toh kyu na Raziya aur bacche aur tum mere ghar aa jao’
You start laughing, considering he is kidding.
‘Pagal ho gaye hai kya’ you say in a merry tone but your laughter quickly vanishes when you see him staring at you with dead serious intensity. He isn't joking!
You think about his statement for a few seconds and finally reply, ‘Hmmm soch sakte hai.’
He smiles at your reply.
‘Socho aur jawab haa mein hona chahiye’ saying so he kisses your head as you both fall asleep in each other's arms.
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Karachi rains were notorious. It would start with a drizzle and a few hours later the entire city would get flooded by gushing rain water.
During one such downpour, Uzair lands up at your door to check on you. With no electricity and very heavy rains, he wanted to whisk you to the lively comfort of theBaloch Haveli where you would be at ease. Why? Because he remembered your statement about being scared of thunder and darkness!
You open the door to a completely drenched Uzair, relieved at having some company in this scary weather. It was good that Faisal and Naieem had fetched the felines this morning to look after them over the weekend. Poor babies would have been scared here. You drag Uzair inside and fetch a towel to dry his hair. But he has a different plan as he pulls you on his lap, kissing you senseless.
You break the kiss- hot, bothered and gasping for air.
‘Aap mera fayda uthana chahte hai?’
His hands grip your waist tighter, pulling you closer, your body plastered against his.
‘Nahi! Main toh keh raha hu tum mera fayda uthao’ he breathes in your face to carry on worshiping you with his hands, body and lips.
Ever since then, Uzair and you became borderline shameless. He would turn up at home during wee hours, knocking at your door in the afternoon on your days off, taking you out for long drives that had very little to do with the driving part of it. Hell, he even dropped Pele Raziya and their litter at Hamza's one day as you insisted that ‘Bacchon ke hote hue koi ashleel harkatein nahi hogi’
But as all good things ran their course, your happy bliss with Uzair was now at the dead end. It seemed so to you atleast. You started throwing up, turning repulsive to food and fragrance, tired and irritated all the time. You even lashed out on poor Zizou l, making him curl at your feet for forgiveness. The sight of the kitten staring at you with sorry eyes made you cry like a baby. Your fur babies were too kind so they behaved well for a day at least. Even Pele didn't bother you.
In the meantime, you stopped answering Uzair's calls, turning blind eye to his messages and ceased going to work for a few days. You made a quick trip to the doctor to confirm your doubt.
As you made your way back home, you saw Uzair sitting at your doorstep, looking angry and restless. But the moment he saw your slumped tired form, his protective instincts took over. You opened the door, slumping on the couch with him following you.
‘Kya baat hai Y/n. Na mera phone utha rahi ho, na mere messages ka jawab diya aur na kaam pe bhi nahi jaa rahi ho. Ghar ka darwaza bhi nahi khol rahi thi mere liye. Hua kya hai?’
The gentleness in his voice got to you and you burst out crying. He sits beside you, lifting you from the couch to place you in his lap. His hands start soothing your back as you ugly cry into the crook of his neck. After a while your tears slow down, as you realise you needed to come clean now.
‘Maine kuch kaha? Kuch kiya maine? Bolo naa’
You try speaking in between sobs, ‘Uzair, main…aap… main’
‘Kya hua jaan?’
Unable to speak, you fetch the medical file and hand it to him, expecting him to get mad at you.
‘Sach?’ he asks, his voice laced with wonder. You just nod in affirmation.
‘Toh ismein rone wali kya baat hai?’
‘Mujhe laga aap gussa honge. Darr lag raha tha kahi aapne isse…’ you start crying again.
‘Meri jaan rona bandh karo pehle. Please.’
‘Main bohot khush hoon. Maine toh bhai bhabhi se humare Nikkah ki baat bhi kar li hai. Woh iss itwar aane wale the. Khair ab hum itwar ko Walima rakhenge. Agar tum chaho toh’
You look up at him to see him happy and hopeful about the future. Nikkah? Walima? Your head started spinning
‘Uzair’
He beats you to it by asking you a very important question.
‘Nikkah karogi mujhse, Raziya aur mere hone wale bacche ki Ammi?’
Overwhelmed at the series events that transpired in last 1 hour, the emotional roller coaster and the cuteness of his proposal, your wacky hormones make you kiss him before you say ‘Haa’
‘I love you meri jaan’
‘I don't hate you Uzair’
He laughs at this, the joy in his voice and the spark in his eyes warming your heart
‘I love you Uzair’ you whisper, finally saying the words out loud.
‘Finally!’ he says with a mock sigh.
You laugh as you settle in his arms.
You quip at him ‘Billa meri beti pata le gaya aur Baap mujhe’
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Bonus
Rehman and Ulfat are staring at you two while Naieem and Faisal are busy dragging the kittens and their belongings.
Ulfat finally addresses you ‘Yeh sab kya hai Y/n? Aur iss baar Muafza aur dekh bhaal chahiye ya Uzair se kaam chala logi?’
Embarrassed at her teasing tone, you plead her to stop.
‘Bhabhi please’
Rehman puts his hand around Ulfat.
‘Rehne do Ulfat. Bas Allah se dua karo ke humare yaha ek saath 5 bacche na aaye. Ek ek karke aaye, chalega’
You are too embarrassed to speak while Uzair looks smug at the suggestion.
Oh how he looked like a cat that got the desired cream!
PS- using @mainyahaankyunhoon ka taglist as I didn't know who to tag. Dotn't worry about me bothering you all with unnecessary tags in future as I might not post a Fic again
@obsessedwidskincare YOU'RE SUCH A FANTASTIC WRITER AHHHH 😭😭🫶🏽🫶🏽 this is the cutest thing I've read in a while and I'm so glad I did. Cheeks hurt from how hard I'm smiling alright 😔 ugh i love this so much. Best Uzi ever.
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
a short drabble ?? i was listening to a song and though of them, k byeee.
ulfat had to learn how to live alone. rehman’s death had left her shattered and broken in a way she didnt think was possible. but she had to be strong, for faizal. the only piece of rehman she had now. except for the photographs that stared at her through the night.
grief is a funny thing. it has been years since rehman passed but ulfat still remembers him as it was just yesterday. she sees him in the way the wind caresses her cheeks, the way the sun shines down on he providing a little comfort against the harsh winters, how the stars seem to shine brighter. she sees him in faizal’s smile and a million little things.
that is what keeps her going, despite everything. he visits her in her dreams of course, without fail. though sometimes he just likes to watch her from afar in her element, beautiful as always, shining brighter than the stars.
ulfat has made a habit of getting out of the house, everyday she goes to the park nearby and sits under the big tree, with a book. sometimes she likes to pick the ones that rehman liked, the ones that had his messy handwriting imprinted on their pages, ones that still smelled of him. she would trace the pages, and it almost felt like he was there, right beside her. a soft touch, a fleeting breeze against her skin. it was all the same.
she swore she could feel him, however insane or deranged it sounded. but the rational part of her brain knew it was nothing, just ghost of her memories, nostalgia trapped in the pages of a book. a cruel reminder of time couldn’t be turned back, and that memories were all she had left. the echo of his voice inside her head, the faded image of him in her mind.
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author’s note. and if this turns into a time travel fic what then. a much older ulfat trying to save rehman.
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