𝓐𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓻-𝓮-𝓜𝓸𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓪𝓽 chapter 11
The courtyard felt entirely devoid of air. Behind the thick, fragrant veil of white roses and jasmine, the murmurs of the guests died down into a tense silence. Every ear was strained, waiting for the response.
Uzair sat completely frozen, his slender frame trembling violently under the weight of the sherwani. His fingers were clenched so tightly around his left palm that his burying the blood-red name of Hamza deep into his skin. His tears were rolling non-stop, splashing onto the light sky-blue shawl .
He couldn't breathe. He couldn't speak. To say 'Qubul hai' to this mehr—to accept another man's protection, another man's jewelry, and a diamond anklet for the daughter he shared with Hamza felt like a knife twisting directly into his heart.
The silence stretched on, turning agonizingly long "Uzair... bacha, bolo," Ulfat whispered She leaned over him, her hands coming up to hold his shaking shoulders firmly, trying to anchor him before he collapsed entirely in front of the whole family. "Bolo, bacha... sab intezaar kar rahe hain."
Uzair’s doe eyes wandered frantically through the blurred haze of his tears, looking down at Aseerah, who was quietly playing with the gold embroidery of his collar. He wanted to scream. He wanted the ground to swallow him whole. His gaze flickered toward the back of the courtyard, wondering where the shadow of Hamza was standing right now, knowing witnessing his destruction from the dark.
The silence in the courtyard was stretched so thin it felt ready to snap. The low, anxious murmurs of the relatives were growing louder on both sides of the floral veil.
The Qazi sahib adjusted his glasses, looking down at the official Nikah documents once more. He cleared his throat, his booming voice cutting through murmur as he repeated the question but this time, the words that left his mouth changed the entire universe of uzair.
"Uzair Jan Baloch... Kya aapko Hamza Ali Mazari Baloch ki taraf se yeh mehr qubul hai? Taake hum is Nikah ki rasam ko aage badhayein?"
The entire world stopped spinning. The air left his lungs in a sharp, painful gasp, and his heart violently slammed against his ribs. Hamza? What name did the Qazi just take? His mind reeled, completely short-circuiting. He thought he was losing his mind, that his sleepless night and his desperate heart are making him hallucinate the only name he worshiped in the dark.
His wide, tear-blurred eyes snapped up from his lap. With a trembling chin and a racing pulse, he looked directly at Ulfat .
Ulfat was looking down at him, her eyes soft and shining with unshed tears. Seeing his absolute shock, a small knowing and a relieved smile broke across her face. She gently squeezed his shoulder, her touch telling him everything his mind was struggling to believe. It wasn't Aariz. The groom on the other side of the veil... Is Hamza.
"B-Bhabhi...?" Uzair’s voice was nothing but a fragile whisper, "Yeh... yeh kya keh rahe hain Qazi sahib? Unhone... unhone kiska naam liya?"
Ulfat leaned down close to his ear, her voice a soothing over the quiet tension "Wahi naam jo Khuda ne kal raat tere hatheli par likh diya tha, Uzair. "
Uzair’s fisted left hand automatically loosened. He looked down at his open palm, where the rich, blood-red stain of Hamza was beautifully etched into his skin. as wave of tears cascaded down his pale cheeks—not of agony this time, but of disbelief.
Ulfat wiped a stray tear from Uzair’s cheek, her smile broadening through her own emotion. "Ab chup kyun ho, bacha? Pura Baloch khandaan sun raha hai. Qazi sahib ko jawab do."
Uzair’s voice was barely a breath, choked with the immense weight of a thousand unshed tears and a lifetime of forbidden longing. He swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes fixed on the blood-red name glowing in his palm.
"Qubool hai," he whispered.
The Qazi sahib, listening closely from the other side of the rose veil, leaned forward. "Zor se kahiye, Uzair Jan baloch, taake gawah sun sakein."
Ulfat gently squeezed his trembling shoulder, nudging him forward. Uzair closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath, and spoke from the depths of his soul. "Qubool hai... Mujhe qubool hai."
The moment the final word left his lips, a collective sigh of relief and sudden, joyous murmurs rippled through the guets. The marriage is sealed. The contract is binding.
Immediately, the ritual of handing over the mehr began. Rehman stepped forward from the other side of the veil, In his hands, he carried a heavy, intricately carved silver tray.
On it sat the keys to the new haveli, gleaming under the afternoon sun, representing the sanctuary Hamza had carved out exclusively for him. Beside the keys lay a thick, gold kada, catching the light with a wealthy glow. Next to it was a flawless diamond ring, sparkling brilliantly against the velvet lining of its box.
But it was the last item that made Uzair’s heart completely melt.
Resting at the edge of the tray was a pair of tiny, exquisite diamond paayel crafted with the finest, most delicate silver chains, meant for the tiny feet of their daughter.
Ulfat carefully took the tray from Rehman. With a smile, she placed the heavy gold kada onto Uzair right wrist. Then, she picked up the diamond ring. Gently taking Uzair’s left hand the hand that bore Hamza’s name—she slid the diamond ring onto his finger, perfectly framing the crimson henna script.
Little Aseerah, sitting safely in her papa's lap, reached out her tiny hands, fascinated by the sparkling diamond paayel on the tray. She let out a soft, happy coo, her innocent laughter echoing through the courtyard.
Uzair broke down completely, hiding his face against Aseerah’s small shoulder, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The mehr is handed over, his daughter is secure, and for the first time in his life, the name written on his hand legally, completely, and rightfully belonged to him.
The Qazi sahib cleared his throat, opening the large, leather-bound register. “Bismillah-ir-Rahman-ir-Rahim,” he began, his voice echoing with absolute authority across both sides of the floral curtain.
Uzair sat completely still, His left hand, still resting on his lap, felt heavy with the weight of the new ring, but his eyes were glued to his palm.
On the other side of the veil, a heavy, commanding silence prevailed. Hamza sat like a king in his charcoal-grey sherwani with dimond work and deep maaron sehra with pearl, his broad shoulders squared, his gaze fixed entirely on the shadow of the boy sitting just inches away from him behind the flowers.
The Qazi sahib looked toward Hamza’s side first. “Hamza Ali Mazari Baloch... Kya aapko Uzair Jan Baloch, ek haveli, sone ka kada, heere ki anghuti aur bachhi ke liye heere ki paayel ke mehr ke badle, apne Nikah mein qubool hain?”
A breathless hush fell over the guests.
Hamza didn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second.
The Qazi sahib paused, writing it down. “Doosri baar... Hamza Ali Mazari Baloch, kya aapko Uzair Jan Baloch apne Nikah mein qubool hain?”
“Teesri baar... Hamza Ali Mazari Baloch, kya aapko Uzair Jan Baloch apne Nikah mein qubool hain?”
“Qubool hai,” Hamza rasped, his voice dropping into a low, roaring rumble that vibrated straight into Uzair’s marrow.
Uzair squeezed his eyes shut, a fresh tear escaping his eyelashes and dropping onto his sky-blue shawl. He clutched Aseerah tighter against his chest, his whole body trembling. Hearing Hamza claim him so openly in front of the entire Baloch clan, felt like a dream he was terrified of waking up from.
Now, the Qazi turned his attention to Uzair’s side of the veil.
“Uzair Jan Baloch...” the Qazi’s voice sounded closer now, carrying the finality of their fates. “Kya aapko Hamza Ali Mazari Baloch, taye shuda mehr ke badle, apne Nikah mein qubool hain?”
Ulfat gently placed her hand on Uzair’s shaking shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. “Bolo, Uzair,” she whispered,
Uzair swallowed hard, looking down at his daughter, who was looking back up at him with her innocent, wide eyes. He took a deep, shaky breath, letting the final walls around his heart crumble entirely.
“Qubool hai,” Uzair whispered, his voice cracking.
“Doosri baar... Uzair Jan Baloch, kya aapko Hamza Ali Mazari Baloch apne Nikah mein qubool hain?”
This time, Uzair lifted his head, his eyes staring straight through the gaps of the white roses, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who owned his very soul. “Qubool hai.”
“Teesri baar... Uzair Jan Baloch, kya aapko Hamza Ali Mazari Baloch apne Nikah mein qubool hain?”
A beautiful smile finally broke through Uzair’s tears, his voice ringing clear “Qubool hai...'
“Alhamdulillah,” the Qazi sahib announced, dipping his pen in ink to sign the document. “Nikah mukammal hua. Mubarak ho.”
The courtyard instantly erupted into loud congratulations, prayers, and cheers. Relatives began throwing handfuls of red rose petals and coins over the veil. It's done. The nightmare is over Hamza ali mazari baloch legally, his husband.
The moment the Qazi announced the completion of the Nikah, before Uzair could even take a breath to process the reality of being Hamza's husband, a playful wall of cousins and relatives rushed forward, completely surrounding him.the solemnity of the courtyard vanished, replaced by a burst of loud, mischievous laughter and playful shouting.
"Chalo chalo! Jaldi karo, rasta roko!" one of the younger cousins yelled excitedly.They stood shoulder-to-shoulder, their bright silks, heavy lehengas, and laughter creating an impenetrable barrier in front of Uzair. Through the gaps in the crowd, he could see the other side of the doing the exact same thing to Hamza. The beautiful veil of white roses and jasmine was still separating them, but now, the Aarsi Mushaf ritual is officially beginning
"Pehle nek nikaalo, Hamza Bhai! Warna rasta nahi milega!" one of the younger cousins shouted gleefully from Uzair's side, crossing her arms with a mischievous smirk.
The crowd erupted into cheers, backing her up. They crowded tightly around Uzair, completely shielding him and sleeping Aseerah from view.
Uzair sat in the middle of the chaotic circle, his face flushing a deep crimson. He could hear the footsteps of Hamza approaching the other side of the crowd, the rhythmic clicking of his boots making Uzair's heart do wild flips.
"Rasta chhodo," Hamza voice boomed through the noise.
"Bilkul nahi!" the cousins chanted together, laughing. "Pehle hamara haq dejiye, phir apne shohar ka chehra dekhne denge!"
Uzair nervously curled his fingers inward, as he clutched Aseerah close. He couldn't see Hamza through the thick wall of people, His heart wonderd just how much hamza willing to pay to finally see his face.
A sudden, breath-catching hush rippled through the teasing circle of cousins. The playful, demanding shouting died down in an instant, replaced by a heavy, emotional silence that made everyone’s chest tighten.
Hamza’s voice hadn't carried his usual booming, authority. Instead, it's a rough rasp hollow, vulnerable, and so deeply exhausted it sounded like a man who had died a thousand deaths in the dark and had only just clawed his way back to life.
"Achha... kitna chahiye?"
Uzair’s heart violently squeezed tears slipped from his eyes, splashing onto his shawl. Hearing that broken, weeping tone in Hamza's voice ripped right through his soul. He knew that softness; it was the same voice that had sobbed into his palm just hours ago.
Before the cousins could even recover enough to name a price, Hamza didn't wait.
He reached into the inner pocket of his sherwani and pulled out a thick notes, along with a beautifully wrapped golden envelope. Without a single word his hand extended over the shoulders of the cousins, placing the entire fortune into the hands of the nearest cousin. He didn't care about the money; he would have given up the entire Baloch estate, his wealth, and his very breath just to tear down the wall between them.
"Sab le lo..." Hamza whispered, his eyes tried to peer through the gaps of the crowd."Sab kuch le lo... bas rasta chhodo mera."
The sheer desperation in his request was undeniable. The aunts and cousins, their eyes welling with tears at the intensity of his love, immediately stepped aside. The human shield parted slowly, opening up a direct path.
The mirror for the Aarsi Mushaf was quickly placed on a silk cushion on the floor between them, a sheer red veil draped gently over both their heads, sealing them into their own private world while the crowd watched in breathless silence.
Hamza immediately looked down into the glass, his breath catching in his throat.
Through the reflection of the mirror, he saw Uzair. Uzair looking down, his eyelashes wet with tears, looking as beautiful as heaven itself in the light pink and gold sherwani. Clutched securely against his chest was Aseerah, sleeping peacefully, her tiny face tucked under the sky-blue shawl.
Uzair slowly, trembling lifted his eyes to look into the mirror.
The moment their gazes collided through the glass, Uzair saw Hamza eyes staring back at him, filled with devotion that burned right through the reflection. Both of their tears were falling non-stop, dropping silently , Without breaking eye contact in the mirror, Hamza slowly extended his hand under the red veil. His fingers traced the floor until they found Uzair hand. He didn't care who was watching from outside the fabric; his thumb gently rubbed over the dark crimson henna stain that spelled out Hamza
In the reflection, Hamza’s lips trembled as he let out a shaky breath, his eyes locked onto Uzair's soft, parted lips—the same lips he had tasted with such feral hunger the night before.
"Meri jaan..." Hamza whispered under the veil, his voice so low it's meant only for Uzair's ears. "Hamesha ke liye mera..."
The veil was slowly lifted from over their heads, suddenly letting the bright afternoon light and the roaring cheers of the courtyard rush back in. The cousins and aunts were wiping away their own tears, their teasing replaced by a awe.
Ulfat and Rehman gently helped Uzair stand up from his cushion, while Aariz guided Hamza. Together, they led the newlyweds to the stage, making them sit side-by-side on the flower-adorned sofa.
The moment they sat down, the heat radiating from Hamza frame completely enveloped Uzair. Without the veil between them, the proximity was dizzying. Uzair kept his head lowered, his cheeks flushing a soft pink that matched his sherwani, his fingers still trembling slightly.
Hamza didn't care about the hundreds of eyes watching them. He turned his body slightly toward his husband, his gaze softening completely as he looked down at the tiny, sleeping bundle in Uzair's arms.
Slowly Hamza reached out his hands were gentle as they slipped beneath the sky-blue shawl, brushing against Uzair's chest as he lifted Aseerah. Uzair let out a breath, letting go of the weight, watching as Hamza tucked their daughter securely against his arms. Aseerah shifted slightly, letting out a soft, contented sigh as she buried her face into her dad arms , completely at peace now that both of her parents are together.
Before they could share a quiet word, the Qazi sahib stepped up to the stage, accompanied by Rehman and Aariz. In his hands was the official register, open to the page that would seal their fates under the law of the land.
"Mubarak ho, Hamza Ali mazari Baloch," the Qazi said with a nod, placing the register on the glass table in front of them and handing Hamza a sleek gold pen. "Ab is mubaarak rishte ko kanoon ke daira-e-ikhtiyar mein laane ke liye, yahan dastakhat kijiye."
Hamza held Aseerah closely with his left arm, and with his right hand, he took the pen. Without a single second of hesitation, he signed his name in bold, sweeping script his signature binding him to Uzair for the rest of his life.
The Qazi then turned the register toward Uzair, sliding the gold pen into his trembling fingers. "Uzair Jan Baloch... aap yahan dastakhat kijiye."
Uzair looked down at the white paper. as his eyes fell on Hamza signature right next to his name. His left hand—the one bearing the beautiful, deep crimson henna stain of Hamza and the diamond ring rested on the edge of the paper.
His tears dropped , smudging a tiny corner of the document as he pressed the pen to the paper. With a hand that shook from the reality of the moment, Uzair slowly wrote his name, legally entering the world as Hamza’s husband.
The moment Uzair’s pen left the paper, the finality of what had just happened settled in his chest. But as he lifted his tear-stained face, expecting to see a crowd frozen in shock, murmuring in scandal, or pointing fingers at the sudden groom swap—there was nothing.
The atmosphere remained loud, joyous, and perfectly normal.
Uzair eyes scanned the courtyard in utter bewilderment. None of the guests looked shocked. The aunts were still happily passing around sweets, the uncles were congratulating Rehman, and then... his gaze landed on Aariz.
Aariz, who was supposed to be the groom today, was standing near the archway, laughing heartily and talking animatedly with a group of cousins. There wasn't a single trace of anger, humiliation, or heartbreak on his face. He looked genuinely happy, as if he had just been handed exactly what he wanted.
"Yeh... yeh sab kya hai?" Uzair whispered to himself, his mind spinning into complete chaos.
Before the panic could completely swallow him, Ulfat stepped closer, "Uzair, chalo bacha. Raat ke baqi rasam se pehle thoda aaram kar lo. Yeh bhaari sherwani utar do," she murmured softly, guiding him by his elbow away from the stage.
She led him quietly through the crowd, shielding him from the lingering guests, and guided him up the staircase toward his own bedroom. The moment they stepped inside and the heavy door clicked shut, cutting off the noise of the celebrations downstairs, Uzair erupted.
"Bhabhi! Khuda ke liye mujhe batayein yeh kya ho raha hai?!" Uzair cried out, his voice cracking with sheer desperation as he looked at her. "Neeche kisi ko koi hairat nahi hui? Kisi mehman ko kuch khabar nahi hai ke dulha badal gaya hai? Aur Aariz... Aariz toh itna khush hai jaise kuch hua hi nahi! Maine khud use haste hue dekha hai! Bhabhi, aap log mujhse kya chhupa rahe hain?"
Ulfat didn't say a word. She maintained a calm, serene silence that only heightened Uzair's anxiety. Walking past him, she opened his wardrobe, searched through the neatly folded clothes, and pulled out a simple, soft, pearl-white cotton kurta. She walked over and placed it gently on the center of the bed.
Then, she reached beside the table and pulled out the wedding card—the official invitation that had been sent out to all the guests weeks ago. She held it out, handing it directly to Uzair.
"Bhabhi, mujhe yeh nahi dekhna, mujhe jawab—"
"Dekho isse, Uzair," Ulfat interrupted softly, "Tumne yeh card kabhi khol kar nahi dekha na? Ek baar hosh se padho isse."
Uzair’s hands shook as he took the golden-trimmed card. He had avoided looking at anything related to the wedding treating the invitations like his own death warrant. With a racing heart, his eyes finally fell on the elegant calligraphy printed on the paper.
His breath hitched completely.
Printed clearly under the header of the wedding announcement were the names of the couple. It didn't say Aariz and Uzair. It had never said Aariz.
Written in bold, glistening gold ink for the entire world to see was the name: Hamza Ali Mazari Baloch weds Uzair Jan Baloch.
Uzair’s knees gave out. He collapsed onto the edge of the bed, his fingers trembling so violently that the golden-trimmed invitation card slipped from his hand, fluttering onto the soft mattress right next to the pearl-white cotton kurta.
"Ye... yeh kya hai, Bhabhi?" Uzair choked out, his voice a fragile, broken whisper as he stared at the gold lettering in absolute disbelief. "Aariz ka naam... Aariz ka naam kyun nahi hai ispar? Yeh kaise ho sakta hai?"
Before Ulfat could answer, the bedroom door opened completely, and Rehman walked in, followed closely by Aariz.
"Aur kya, jo dekh raha hai wahi sach hai, Uzair," Rehman said, He walked over and placed a hand on Uzair shoulder. "Mujhe, Ulfat ko, Aariz ko... hum sabko sab kuch pata tha."
Uzair’s eyes snapped up, moving frantically between his older brother and Aariz.
"Haan, Uzair," Aariz chimed in, letting out a soft laugh as he leaned against the wardrobe. "Tumhe kya laga, main aankhein band karke baitha tha? Main toh shuru se jaanta tha ke tumhari jaan kisme basti hai, aur Hamza tumhare liye kis hadd tak jaa sakte hain. Mujhe tumse shaadi karne mein koi dilchaspi nahi tha, mere bhai. Mera dil kahi aur hai."
Rehman sighed gently, kneeling down slightly to meet Uzair gaze. "Hum bas yeh dekhna chahte the ke Hamza kis hadd tak jaa sakta hai. apna mohabbat ke maamle mein woh ziddi aur andha ho chuka tha. Woh khud ko saza de raha tha, aur sath mein tumhe aur is bachi ko bhi pees raha tha. Usse khud nahi pata tha ke woh kya kar raha hai."
Uzair swallowed hard, his mind completely reeling as the pieces of the puzzle finally fell into place. "Toh... toh Hamza ko bhi nahi pata?"
"Nahi," Rehman smiled shaking his head. "Tum dono ko hi kuch nahi pata tha. Yeh mera, Ulfat ka aur Aariz ka banaya hua ek chal tha. Humne saare khandaan ko, saare mehmaano ko pehle se hi bta diya tha ke dulha Hamza hai. Sirf tum dono se yeh baat chhupayi gayi thi."
Ulfat sat down beside Uzair, gently wiping a tears from his cheek. "Humne Hamza ko bas Nikah ke kuch der pehle hi bataya jab woh bilkul toot chuka tha.... tumne neeche uski aankhein dekhi tha, Uzair? Aisa lag raha tha jaise use nayi zindagi mil gaya ho."
Few hours ago — Inside Aariz’s Dressing Room
The atmosphere inside the groom's dressing room was suffocatingly tense, a stark contrast to the lively dholak beats echoing from the courtyard below. Rehman stood near the window, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable as he watched the door.
Suddenly, the heavy door was pushed open.
Hamza walked in. His hair was slightly disheveled, his eyes were violently bloodshot from a sleepless night of weeping, and his broad shoulders hung with the brutal weight of defeat. He looked like a man walking straight to his own execution, entirely stripped of his pride.
Seeing him enter in such a broken state, Aariz, who was sitting in front of the mirror clad in a luxurious sherwani, didn't flinch. Instead, a slow, deliberate smirk broke across his face.
Aariz turned around in his chair, looking Hamza up and down, and said mockingly, "Aaiye, Bada jaldi yaad aayi aapko mera? Aaiye, aakar yeh sehra baandhiye mera. Aakhir dulha banane ja raha hoon aapke jaan se pyaare Uzair ka."
Hamza froze, his fists clenching tightly The mention of Uzair’s name coming from Aariz’s mouth felt like a physical lash against his bleeding chest. He stared at his childhood bestfriend, his breath coming in ragged, completely unaware that he had just walked straight into a trap that Rehman and Aariz had meticulously laid out for him.
The arrogant smirk wiped completely off Aariz’s face in a fraction of a second. Near the window, Rehman’s arms dropped straight to his sides, Neither of themnot a single soul in the family was prepared for what hamza did next.
Hamza’s knees simply gave out.
With a thud, he crashed onto the floor right in front of Aariz chair. He didn't just bend; he completely broke. Bringing his hands together in Hamza locked his fisted fingers together, pressing them against his trembling lips as sobs tore from his chest.
"Main nahi de sakta, Aariz..." Hamza wept, "Khuda ke liye... Khuda ke liye reham kar reham... main apna Uzu, apni Aseerah kisi ko nahi de sakta!"
He lifted his face, his eyes swimming in staring up at Aariz with a pathetic desperation begging on his knees at his childhood best friend feet.
"Main mar jaunga, Aariz... main kasam khata hoon main zinda nahi bachunga," Hamza choked out, he gasped for air, his "Tu jo maange le le... yeh poori haveli, saari daulat, mera naam... sab kuch tere kadmon mein rakh dunga! Bas mera bacha aur mera jaan mujhe waapas de de... Main unke bina saans nahi le sakta!"
Rehman took a step forward, his own eyes burning with sudden tears at the sight of his brother reduced to nothing but dust for the boy he loved.
"Bhai! Yeh kya kar raha hain?!" Aariz said, his voice slipping into panic. He lunged forward from his chair, grabbing Hamza by his shoulders, trying desperately to pull him up.
Rehman hurried over from the window, his heart aching at his brother. He grabbed Hamza’s arm, "Hamza, khade ho! Bas kar, mere bhai, khade ho jaa," Rehman pleaded,
Hamza stood up unsteadily, his chest still heaving with ragged, broken sobs, his face covered in tears as he refused to look them in the eye. He felt completely naked, stripped of his dignity, waiting for the final blow.
Instead, Rehman reached into side table didn't He pulled out the wedding invitation card—the exact same one that had been sent to the entire Baloch clan week ago.
Rehman stepped right into Hamza’s line of sight, holding the card out between them. "Bahut zidd kar li tune. Bahut chupa liya apni jaan ko. Ab zara khol kar dekh isse," Rehman said softly thrusting the card into Hamza shaking hand.
Hamza looked down at the paper blindly, his tear-blurred eyes unable to focus. "Yeh... yeh kya hai, bhai? Mujhse aur tamasha nahi hoga..." he rasped,
"Tamasha nahi hai, Khol isse aur khud padh ke dulha kaun hai," Aariz said, a soft, tearful smile returning to his face as he wiped his own eyes.
With trembling fingers, Hamza slowly forced his eyes to track the elegant, glistening gold calligraphy printed on the card. His heart stopped. The breath choked inside his throat. He blinked rapidly, thinking the tears were playing a cruel trick on his mind.
The card didn't say Aariz and Uzair.
Printed clearly, boldly, and proudly for the whole world to see was: Hamza Ali Mazari Baloch weds Uzair Jan Baloch.
Hamza froze, his eyes widening, He looked from the card up to Rehman, "bhai... yeh... yeh kya mazaak hai?"
"Mazaak nahi hai, Hamza," Rehman said, wrapping his arm securely around his brother’s neck, pulling him into a tight hug. "Yeh tera Nikah hai. Tere Uzu ke sath. Hum sab jaante the, aur sab taiyyar hai. Neeche jaa, aur apna mohabbat ko hamesha ke liye apna bana le."
Hamza stood rooted to the spot, his frame frozen as his mind desperately tried to process the gold lettering on the card, and then the words coming out of Rehman’s mouth. The heavy weight that had been crushing his chest for days suddenly vanished, leaving him lightheaded and completely stunned.
Rehman let out a soft chuckle, clapping his brother shoulder "Humne jaan-bujh ke tujhe card bana ke nahi diya," Rehman said, his smile spreading wide across his face. "Agar pehle hi bata dete, toh teri yeh zidd, tera yeh darr kabhi khatam nahi hota. Humein tujhe is hadd tak lana hi tha taake tu khud apni mohabbat ko qubool kar sake."
Aariz stepped forward, wiping a stray tear from his own eye before his signature, mischievous grin returned. He punched Hamza’s arm though his eyes were still shiny
"Yeh sab natak tha, kutte!" Aariz laughed out loud, "Humein achhe se pata tha tu Uzair ko kabhi bhi, kisi ko bhi nahi de sakta! Tu poori duniya ko maar deta par usse kisi aur ka hone nahi deta."
Aariz then dramatically crossed his arms, leaning back with a proud smirk, nudging Hamza with his elbow. "Waise, ek baat bata... acting kaisi thi meri? Chal bata, bilkul real dulha lag raha tha na main? Mujhe toh lag raha hai mujhe filmon mein chala jaana chahiye!"
Hamza let out a ragged, disbelieving breath, a sudden, wet laugh escaping his lips through his lingering tears. He looked at his brother and his friend—the two people who had just dragged him through hell only to hand him heaven. Without a word, he reached out, his arms wrapping around both Rehman and Aariz, pulling them into bone-crushing hug.
"Shukriya..." Hamza choked out, "Tum dono ka... zindagi bhar ka shukriya."
Back in the Present — Uzair’s Bedroom
The sudden realization washed over Uzair like a tidal wave, every silent night of weeping into his pillows, and every suffocating fear he had carried into the haveli.
He looked down at the gold-trimmed wedding invitation card resting on his lap, his fingers gently tracing the embossed gold calligraphy of Hamza’s name intertwined with his own.
"Toh... toh shuru se... sab kuch tay tha?" Uzair whispered, his eyes wide, glistening with fresh, beautiful tears that were no longer heavy with grief.
"Haan, mera bacha," Ulfat said, as she leaned forward to kiss the top of Uzair's head. "Sab kuch tay tha."
Aariz laughed, loosening his collar fully as he stretched his arms behind his head. "Aur maine jo thappad khaye hain na is poore plan mein Hamza ke gusse ki wajah se, uska hissa mujhe baad mein chahiye, Uzair! Khuda ki kasam, agar thoda sa bhi late ho jaate toh hamza mujhe sach mein jaan se maar deta."
Rehman smiled, giving Uzair’s shoulder one final, reassuring squeeze. "Chalo, ab tum dono baatein band karo aur isse thoda waqt do. Uzair, jaldi se ye kapde badal aur thoda aaram kar."
With a final round of warm smiles, Rehman, Ulfat, and Aariz quietly turned around and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind them, leaving Uzair alone in the sudden, peaceful silence of his room.
Uzair sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment, staring at the pearl-white cotton kurta waiting for him. He shed the heavy wedding sherwani, feeling a massive weight lift off his body. As he slipped into the soft, comforting cotton kurta, the door handle suddenly clicked.
Uzair’s heart skipped a beat. He turned around instantly.
The door swung open, and Hamza stepped into the room. his hair falling slightly over his forehead. In his arms, he is holding little Aseerah, who was now fast asleep, her tiny face buried safely into the crook of her dad's neck.
The moment Hamza’s gaze locked onto Uzair standing there in the simple white kurta, the universe inside the room shrank until it was just the two of them.
He didn't say a single word. He just walked forward, enveloping his beautiful husband.
Before Hamza could even close the distance between them, the bedroom door clicked open once more. Ulfat stepped into the room, a warm but teasing smile on her face as she looked at the newlyweds.
"Hamza, Uzair... chalo neeche chalo, abhi kuch rasam baaki hain," Ulfat said, "Pura khandaan intezaar kar raha hai tum dono ka."
Hamza let out a low sigh, his gaze never leaving Uzair face. Slowly, he stepped closer. His hands brushed against Uzair chest as he gently passed the sleeping Aseerah over, transferring their daughter securely into Uzair's waiting arms. Uzair cradled her close, his heart doing wild flips at the lingering touch of Hamza's fingers.
"Chaliye," Hamza murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down Uzair’s spine.
Turning around, they walked out of the room together, following closely behind Ulfat down the staircase.
As they descended into the courtyard, the noise rushed back to greet them. But this time, everything felt entirely different. Walking side-by-side behind Ulfat, Uzair kept his head lowered, his cheeks flushing a beautiful pink against his pearl-white cotton kurta. He could feel the shadow of Hamza walking right next to him, his husband's shoulder brushing against his own with every single step. There was no more fear, no more running—just the beautiful reality .
The moment they reached the center of the courtyard, the aunts and cousins immediately cheered, guiding them to sit side-by-side on a low, heavily decorated diwan.
Uzair sat down carefully, shifting his weight to adjust Aseerah. The noise and the bright lights had finally woken the little girl up. She blinked her wide, innocent eyes, looking here and there at the colorful dresses, the flowers, and the smiling faces of her family, completely fascinated. Uzair smiled softly, kissing her cheek to keep her calm.
Right then, Ulfat and a few cousins stepped forward, placing a massive, beautifully engraved silver bowl on the floor right between Hamza and Uzair. The bowl was filled to the brim with milk, heavily scented with saffron and completely covered by a dense layer of fragrant red rose petals.
"Chalo! Ab pata chalega ke is haveli par asal hukumat kiski chalegi!" one of the aunts teased loudly, making the crowd burst into laughter.
Aariz stepped closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he held up a gold ring. With a dramatic flourish, he dropped it straight into the center of the bowl. The ring sank instantly through the rose petals, disappearing into the opaque white milk.
"Hamza, Uzair... aap dono ko ek hi waqt mein apna haath is dhoodh mein daalna hai. Jo pehle angoothi dhoond nikalega, wahi zindagi bhar doosre par raaj karega!"
Uzair’s cheeks burned a deep crimson. He looked down at the floating rose petals, He could feel Hamza gaze locked onto the side of his face.
"Chalo, Uzair, sharmao mat! Haath aage karo," Ulfat urged gently, nudging his shoulder with a warm laugh.
Uzair take a deep, shaky breath. Holding Aseerah securely against his chest with his left arm, he slowly extended his right hand over the bowl, his delicate fingers hovering over the crimson petals. Right next to his, Hamza massive veins-veined hand descended, the sheer size of it completely overshadowing Uzair’s.
The crowd held its breath, leaning in closer as both of their hands plunged milk same time.
The moment their hands submerged into the milk, the cool metal of the hidden gold ring was forgotten. Beneath the blanket of red rose petals, away from the watching eyes of the entire Baloch clan, Hamza fingers didn't even search for the ring.
Instead, his hand swept through the milk with a fierce, single-minded purpose until his fingers wrapped tightly around Uzair hand.
Uzair gasped softly, his doe eyes snapping up to look at Hamza.
Hamza wasn't looking at the bowl at all. His gaze was fixed entirely on Uzair’s face, his thumb slowly tracing the back of Uzair's hand under the milk He didn't care about winning the game; he had already won the only prize that mattered.
"Dhoondo! Dhoondo! , jaldi karo!" the cousins chanted, leaning in closer, completely unaware of what was happening beneath the petals.
With his hand safely trapped in Hamza's tight, grip, Uzair's fingers accidentally brushed against something hard at the very bottom of the silver bowl. It was the ring.
Hamza felt it too. Instead of grabbing it himself, Hamza gently guided Uzair’s hand over the metal, his fingers opening just enough to let Uzair close his hand around the gold band.
With a sudden, victorious splash, Hamza lifted Uzair’s hand straight out of the milk, holding his wrist high for everyone to see. Milky droplets scattered over the rose petals as Uzair fingers opened, revealing the gleaming gold ring resting perfectly in his palm.
The courtyard erupted into a frenzy of cheers, clapping, and defeated groans from the cousins.
"Hooray! Uzair jeet gaya!" Aariz shouted, "hamza! Tu toh pehle hi din haar gaye! Ab poori zindagi Uzair ki hukumat chalegi tujh par!"
Uzair’s face flushed an absolute, burning crimson. He quickly looked down, a smile breaking through his shyness as he cradled a curious Aseerah closer to his chest. Little Aseerah cooed, reaching her tiny hands out toward the shiny gold ring in her papa's hand.
Hamza let out a chuckle that vibrated right through Uzair's frame. He didn't look like a man who had lost at all. He leaned in just an inch closer to Uzair, his voice cutting through the noise of the celebrations, meant only for his husband's ears.
"Hukumat toh pehle din se hi tumhara tha, Uzu..." Hamza whispered, "Tumhe jeetne ke liye is angoothi ki zaroorat nahi thi."
Aariz’s mother stepped forward, clapping her hands loudly to get everyone's attention and break the trance of the cheering crowd.
"Chalo chalo, ab bohot ho gayi! Sab khane ke liye baitho jaldi," she announced, gesturing toward the dining area where the feast was laid out. "Hamza aur Uzair ko aaj raat ke liye nikalna bhi hain. Yeh dono aaj raat is ghar mein nahi reh sakte."
Uzair looked up, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes, but Chachi jaan quickly smiled, clarifying before any worry could set in.
"Wese toh yeh haveli Hamza aur Uzair dono ka hi ghar hain, lekin riwaaj ke mutabiq shaadi ki pehli raat yahan nahi rukte. Toh aaj raat ke liye yeh dono humare ghar rahenge, aur kal subah phir se wapas aa jayenge yahan," she explained gently,
The cousins immediately started whispering and teasing again, making Uzair lower his head as his cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink. The thought of leaving the haveli, even just for one night to stay at Chachi's house as a newly married couple, made his heart flutter with a nervous, electric anticipation.
Hamza, meanwhile, stood up from the diwan, He didn't care about the customs or the teasing; his only focus was the fact that wherever they went tonight, Uzair and Aseerah were finally, officially his. He extended a hand down to help Uzair stand up, his eyes silently promising that he wouldn't let him out of his sight for a single second.
The courtyard filled with the rich, mouth-watering aroma as everyone finally sat down at the long, beautifully laid-out dining tables.
Hamza and Uzair sat close together at the head of the main table. Hamza was turned slightly inward, his broad shoulder naturally blocking the rest of the crowded room out to give Uzair a sense of privacy.
Between them sat the real star of the afternoon.
Aseerah wide awake now, full of energy. Perched happily on Uzair’s lap, she kept babbling softly, rubbing her chubby, rosy cheeks against Uzair cotton kurta. Her tiny, soft hands were in constant motion, refusing to stay still.
As Uzair tried to eat a small piece of naan with his right hand, Aseerah grabbed his thumb with both of her tiny hands, giggling as she pulled it toward her face. Uzair let out a soft, breathless laugh, his eyes bending into beautiful crescents. "Aseerah bacha, papa ko khane do..." he whispered gently, kissing the top of her fuzzy head.
Before Uzair could even figure out how to manage the toddler and his plate,
Hamza leaned in closer. Without a word, he extended his hand and let Aseerah wrap her tiny fingers around his finger instead. Aseerah cooed in delight at the sudden trade, immediately playing with the heavy gold wedding band on her dad hand, rubbing her face against his palm.
With his right hand, Hamza quietly tore a perfect, bite-sized piece of tender mutton and soft naan from his own plate. He dipped it lightly in the rich gravy and brought it directly to Uzair’s lips.
Uzair froze, his cheeks flushing a violent, burning crimson as his eyes snapped up to meet Hamza’s. The entire table was busy talking and laughing, but the sheer intimacy of the gesture made Uzair feel completely exposed.
"Khao," Hamza murmured, "Subah se kuch nahi khaya tumne. Apni fikar nahi hai toh meri bachi ke liye khao."
Uzair’s heart did a wild, chaotic flip against his ribs. Trembling slightly, he parted his lips and took the bite from Hamza’s hand. The texture of Hamza’s warm fingers briefly brushing against his lips sent a shockwave of heat straight down to his toes.
As Uzair chewed, looking down shyly, Aseerah let out a happy squeal, clutching both of their hands together over the table. Hamza thumb gently rubbed against Uzair’s hand, his gaze locked onto his husband, completely counting down the minutes until the sun would set and he could finally take his small family away to their own private sanctuary.
After the dinner, the courtyard began to quiet down as the guests started to disperse.
Uzair was still sitting at the table, his heart feeling unusually light, when Ulfat walked over, her face glowing She leaned down, resting a hand on Uzair’s shoulder,
"Uzair, bacha," she said softly, glancing toward Hamza, who was currently preoccupied with Aseerah, making the little girl laugh by gently tickling her tummy. "Aaj raat ke liye, Hamza tumhara, aur Aseerah ka saaman pack kar lena. Kuch zyada nahi, bas zaruri cheezein jo tumhe subah tak chahiye hoga."
"Ji, bhabhi... main abhi kar leta hoon." Uzair said
"Main tumhare room mein bhejti hoon bags," Ulfat added, her eyes twinkling with a knowing glint. "Aur Uzair, pareshaan mat hona. Aaj ki raat sukoon ki hai. Tumhari poori zindagi tumhare saath hai, ab tumhe aur Hamza ko koi juda nahi kar sakta."
She squeezed his shoulder before moving off to manage the departing guests.
Uzair sat there for a moment, feeling the immense weight of the word together. He looked over at Hamza, who had lifted Aseerah up into his arms, her head resting peacefully on his shoulder as she drifted back into a sleepy haze. Hamza’s eyes scanned the room, and the moment they landed on Uzair softened into something so deeply tender that it felt like a physical touch.
Hamza walked over He didn't say a word, just stood behind Uzair’s chair, his hand coming to rest on the back of the seat, his presence acting as a silent, immovable shield.
"Sab taiyyar hai?" Hamza murmured,
Uzair looked up at him,"Ji... Bhabhi ne kaha saaman pack karne ko."
"Chalo," Hamza said, his hand moving to the small of Uzair’s back, guiding him up. "Hum dono milkar karte hain. Aseerah bhi thak gayi hai, humein nikalna chahiye."
As they walked together toward the stairs, heading back to the room one last time before leaving for the night, Uzair felt Hamza’s arm wrap securely around his waist. It wasn't just a physical support; it was a promise. Every step they took felt like they were finally shedding the ghosts of their past, walking toward a night that belonged only to them.
The bedroom door closed with a soft click, cutting off the last remnants of the wedding chatter from downstairs.
Uzair walked over to the wardrobe, trying to channel his racing heart into something productive. He dragged out a small bag and began packing Aseerah’s things first. he stacked her soft baby wipes, her tiny pastel rompers,and her feeding bottles. Aseerah is everything to him; her needs always came before his own.
Once her things were safely packed, he turned his attention to the rest of the bag, neatly folding a few of his own simple kurtas and then reaching for Hamzaa T- shirts.
Hamza hadn't moved an inch from the door. His eyes tracking every single movement Uzair made. if anything, now that they were behind closed doors, it had turned into a burning, desperate hunger to just touch his husband.
Slowly, his heavy footsteps thudded softly against the rug.
Before Uzair could fold the last shirt, Two arms reached forward, wrapping securely around Uzair’s waist and pulling him back until Uzair’s spine was pressed flush against Hamza chest.
Uzair froze, his breath catching in his throat as the familiar, intoxicating scent of sandalwood and expensive tobacco completely enveloped him. Hamza buried his face into the crook of Uzair’s neck, his rough stubble brushing against the sensitive skin, letting out a deep, shaky sigh that vibrated right through Uzair’s body.
"Abhi bhi gussa ho...?" Hamza murmured, his voice incredibly soft, laced with a vulnerability he only ever showed to one person "Baat nahi karoge mujhse, Uzu?"
Uzair’s hands trembled against the cotton shirt he was holding. The warmth of Hamza's body was tempting him to just melt, to give in to the safety he had craved for days. But the memory of the agony, the sleepless nights, and the sheer terror of almost losing Hamza to his own stubborn pride surged back.
Uzair didn't push him away, but his posture went stiff in Hamza’s tight embrace.
"Kyun karu main baat?" Uzair whispered, his voice cracking slightly He tried to keep his tone firm, but the slight tremble betrayed him. "Abhi Nikah ho gayi hai, iska matlab yeh nahi hai ke main sab kuch bhool jaunga, Hamza ..." tears escaped Uzair’s eye, dropping onto the fabric in his hands.
"Main kitna roya hoon... aapko andaza bhi hai?" Uzair choked out, "Aapne ek baar bhi nahi socha mere baare mein? Aapke zidd mein mujhe maut ke mooh mein chhod diya tha aapne. Main har raat Khuda se apna maut maangta tha ke mujhe is dard se nikal de. Main nahi bhoola hoon woh saari raatein."
Hamza’s grip tightened almost painfully, his heart shattering into a million pieces at the reminder of what his own madness had cost his uzu.
"Jaan..." Hamza groaned, the word a broken, desperate plea tearing from his throat.
He buried his face deeper into the crook of Uzair’s neck, rubbing his rough beard cheeks and his whole face against the soft, warm skin, inhaling the sweet, familiar scent that he had nearly lost forever.
"Main gunehgar hoon Uzu... Maaf kar do mujhe, meri jaan," Hamza whispered, as his lips brushed against Uzair's pulsing vein. "Apni jaan ke tukde kar diye maine apni hi hosh mein. Mujhe saza de do, par mujhse yoon mooh mat modo."
Uzair let out a shaky, trembling breath, his body betraying him as it melted into Hamza warmth despite his lingering anger.
"Aapne bohot rulaya hai mujhe," Uzair whispered, "Mujhe laga aap sach mein mujhe Aariz ke hawale kar denge. Mujhe laga aapko mujhse mohabbat hi nahi hai."
Hamza groaned at the words, turning Uzair around in his arms with sudden movement. He gripped Uzair’s waist, lifting him slightly so their eyes were locked
"Kaisa de du?" Hamza rasped, his thumb wiping away the tears streaming down Uzair’s flushed cheeks. "Tumse mohabbat nahi hai? Poori duniya ko aag laga deta main agar tum kisi aur ke hote. Neeche dekh kar aaya hoon main apna janaza... Main mar jaata, Uzu, par tumhe kisi aur ka hone nahi deta."
The fragile, suffocating bubble of emotion in the room instantly popped as a sharp knock sounded on the door.
"Uzair Bhai! Hamza Bhai! Bhabhi bula rahi hain neeche, gaadi taiyyar hai! Packing hui ke nahi?"
The youthful, hurried voice of one of the younger cousins echoed from the corridor, followed by the sound of footsteps shuffling impatiently outside.
Uzair gasped softly, He instantly tried to pull away from Hamza's tight grasp, his face burning a furious, violent shade of pink. "Hamza... chhodiye, koi aa jayega. Bahar sab intezaar kar rahe hain," he whispered frantically, his hands coming up to press against Hamza chest.
Hamza, however, didn't let go immediately. He let out a low, irritated growl at the interruption, his eyes narrowing at the door before looking back down at Uzair. Seeing his beautiful husband so thoroughly flushed, with his lips slightly parted and his doe eyes wide with panic, only made Hamza's grip tighten for one lingering second.
He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of Uzair ear. "Yeh baat yahan khatam nahi hui hai, Uzu," Hamza murmured, "Hamein poori raat akele guzarni hai."
Before Uzair could melt completely into the floor from the shamelessness remark of Hamza slowly released his waist. He stepped back, moving toward the bed to pick up the sleeping Aseerah, who is wrapped securely in her pastel blanket.
Uzair took a deep, shaky breath to steady his racing pulse. He quickly wiped the traces of tears from his face, zipped up the bag containing their clothes, and grabbed it from the table.
"Haan, aa rahe hain!" Uzair called out toward the door, his voice still a little breathless. He turned to look at Hamza, who was holding their daughter against his chest,
With one final, lingering look at the bedroom that had witnessed all their silent heartbreak, Uzair opened the door, ready to step out into the nightand into their new life together.
Uzair stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, pulling the bedroom door shut behind them. He took his place half a step behind Hamza, carrying the bag. Hamza walked steadily down the hallway with Aseerah cradled safely against his chest, a strange, overwhelming sense of security washed over Uzair. For years, walking behind Hamza had meant fear and distance but tonight, it felt like being shielded from the entire world.
As they descended the staircase, the remaining family members gathered in the main foyer. Aariz was leaning against the doorway, jingling the car keys with a smirk, while Ulfat stood ready with a small bowl of sweets beside her rehman.
"Chalo, chalo, aa gaye!" Aariz called out, his voice echoing in the quiet night.
Hamza didn't pay attention to the teasing. He slowed his pace just enough until he was level with Uzair, his shoulder brushing against He extended his free hand, his fingers sliding down uzair arm until they wrapped securely around Uzair wrist, pulling him close to his side.
"Hosh sambhalo, Uzu," Hamza murmured undertone that only Uzair could hear. "Ab se, tum mere saath chaloge. Peeche nahi."
Uzair’s heart thudded violently against his ribs. He lowered his head, his cheeks burning crimson as they walked out of the gates of the haveli together, stepping into the cool night air where the car was waiting to take them to their private sanctuary.
The cool night air brushed against Uzair’s flushed cheeks as they walked out where two decorated cars were waiting with their engines idling.
Aariz, his mother, and his father quickly hurried ahead to the first car. Since they were hosting the newlyweds at their house tonight, they needed to reach first to finalize the welcoming preparations and set up the entry rituals.
"Hamza, jaldi aana! Hum pehle nikal rahe hain sab taiyyari karne!" Aariz shouted with a grin, waving his hand before slipping into the driver's seat. His parents settled into the back, and within seconds, the first car sped through the gates of the haveli, its taillights disappearing down the dark, quiet road.
Now, it was just Hamza’s car left.
The driver stood by the open back door. Hamza stepped forward first, he slid into the backseat. He carefully shifted the deeply sleeping Aseerah into the crook of his left arm, making sure she was completely comfortable and wrapped securely in her pastel blanket.
Uzair followed right behind him, his heart doing wild, chaotic flips. He handed the bag to the driver, who placed it in the trunk, and then Uzair stepped into the car, settling down on the seat.
The door clicked shut, instantly sealing them into a warm, quiet, and intensely private world.
Uzair sat close to the window, his hands clasped tightly in his lap as he stared out at the passing streetlights.
As the car smoothly accelerated and left the haveli grounds, Uzair felt the leather seat shift.
Even with Aseerah in his arms, Hamza slid across the seat, closing the distance between them until his shoulder was pressed against Uzair. The intoxicating scent of sandalwood and expensive tobacco instantly filled Uzair’s senses. Without a word, Hamza reached out with his right hand, tracing a path down Uzair's arm before locking his fingers tightly through Uzair ones.
Uzair didn't pull away. He let his head rest gently against the cool glass of the window, his fingers squeezing Hamza hand back as the car carried them into the night, away from the ghost of their past and toward their very first night together.
Halfway through the quiet drive, the rhythmic humming of the car tires against the asphalt finally caused Aseerah to stir. She let out a tiny, restless whimper, her little head turning against Hamza’s chest as she began to wake up from hunger.
Uzair, whose attention was entirely attuned to their daughter, shifted instantly. He reached into the small bag he had kept near himself, pulling out a freshly prepared warm bottle of milk.
"Hamza, mujhe dijiye isse," Uzair whispered softly, "Mujhe pata hai yeh neend mein bhi pi legi."
Hamza looked down at Uzair, his eyes softening completely. Without a word, he carefully loosened his grip, transferring the sleepy toddler over into Uzair's waiting embrace.
Uzair cradled Aseerah perfectly against his chest, tilting her up just enough. Just as he predicted, even with her eyes tightly shut, Aseerah instinctively began to suckle, her small hands coming up to rest blindly against Uzair chest.
Hamza watched the sight His small family. His whole world.
He didn't slide back to his side of the car. Instead, Hamza remained pressed against Uzair's side. He reached out, his hand wrapping securely around the back of Uzair’s neck, his thumb gently caressing the soft skin right behind Uzair's ear.
"Tum thak gaye ho," Hamza murmured, "waha pahonchte hi tum aaram karna. Baaki sab main sambhal loonga."
Uzair kept his eyes fixed on Aseerah, blushing deeply in the dim amber glow of the passing streetlights, but he nodded softly, melting just a little bit more into his husband's side.
The moment Hamza’s car pulled up to the front gates of the house, the night air erupted with the sounds of dhol, laughter, and cheering. Aariz and his parents had clearly let the rest of the extended family know, because a large crowd of relatives was already waiting outside, throwing rose petals onto the car.
As Hamza and Uzair stepped out, they were immediately surrounded by aunts, uncles, and cousins pulling them toward the entrance. But amidst the loud music and clapping, Aseerah had finally reached her limit. The sudden noise, the bright lights, and being shaken from her sleep made her squirm uncomfortably in Uzair’s arms. She let out a sharp, irritated cry, rubbing her face aggressively against Uzair’s shoulder.
Hamza noticed instantly. His brow furrowed as he stepped closer, He reached over his hand gently stroking Aseerah’s back while he tried to take her into his own arms to soothe her. "Aseerah bacha, baba ke paas aao... kya hua meri jaan?" Hamza said,
But she wasn't having it. She wailed louder, twisting away from Hamza’s touch and burying her face deeper into Uzair's neck, her tiny fingers clutching his kurta tightly.
Seeing the baby getting increasingly distressed, Aariz’s mother stepped in hurriedly, pushing through the crowd "Haye Allah, bachi thak gayi hai! Tum log rasm-o-rivaaj ke chakkar mein bache ko rula doge," She scolded the family members gently.
She immediately grabbed Uzair’s arm, shielding him and Aseerah from the chaotic crowd. "Uzair, tum mere saath aao. Chalo jaldi andar," she said, guiding him straight through the foyer, past the noise, and up the stairs. She led him down a quiet hallway and opened the door to a beautifully decorated, peaceful guestroom. "Tum yahan baitho, bachi ko chup karao aur thoda sukoon lo, tum dono hi thak gaye ho."
Meanwhile, downstairs, Hamza didn't even get a chance to follow his husband. The moment Uzair was led away, Aariz and a whole group of their friends swarmed Hamza.
"kidhar ja rahe ho? Dulhe raja ko doston se milna padega!" Aariz laughed loudly, throwing an arm around Hamza shoulder. Despite Hamza’s glare and his eyes tracking the staircase where Uzair had disappeared, his friends and cousins dragged him back into the main drawing room to celebrate.
As the bedroom door shut, instantly cutting off the laughter and the distant thumping of the music from downstairs, Uzair let out a long, shuddering breath. The sudden silence in the room is blessing.
Aseerah was still sobbing, her tiny shoulders shaking against his chest as big tears rolled down her chubby, flushed cheeks. She was completely overwhelmed by the chaotic day.
Uzair sat down on the edge of the bed, carefully shifting her so she was sitting up on his lap, facing him. He didn't want her looking around at the unfamiliar room or focusing on the muffled noises from outside.
"Shh... bacha, dekho papa yahan hain. Meri jaan, papa ko dekho," Uzair whispered, his voice incredibly soft, dropping to a soothing, rhythmic murmur.
He gently took her tiny, trembling hands into his own, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles to anchor her attention. With his other hand, he tenderly wiped the tears from her wet cheeks, brushing her hair away from her forehead.
Aseerah hiccuped, her wide, watery eyes finally locking onto Uzair's face. Hearing the familiar, comforting warmth of his voice, her frantic crying began to slow down into tiny, quiet whimpers.
"Koi baat nahi, meri jaan. Kuch nahi hua. Papa aapke paas hain na? " Uzair cooed, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her forehead. He began to hum a sweet, familiar lullaby under his breath, swaying his body side to side in a gentle motion.
Slowly, the magic of Uzair’s voice worked. Aseerah’s tiny fingers loosened their tight panicked grip on his kurta, instead reaching up to weakly touch his chin. She let out one last, shaky sigh, her eyelids fluttering as she completely focused on Uzair face, finally finding her peace in the middle of all the madness.
With Aseerah finally pacified, her breathing falling into a deep, rhythmic pattern, Uzair slowly and carefully leaned over the mattress. Holding his breath, he slid his arms out from underneath her fragile body, gently settling her down in the center of the large bed. He pulled up her tiny pastel blanket, tucking it right up to her chin, and stood there for a quiet moment, just watching her peaceful face.
Just as he let out a relieved sigh, the bedroom door was suddenly thrown open with a loud bang.
"Oye dulhe raja! Pehli raat Mubarak ho!" Aariz shouted at the top of his lungs, bursting into the room with a massive grin and a whole group of their friends. They were all laughing, clapping, and pushing Hamza into the room ahead of them.
Uzair’s heart nearly jumped right out of his chest. His eyes snapped wide open with panic as he looked at the bed, where Aseerah stirred uncomfortably at the sudden blast of noise.
Furious and terrified of having to deal with a crying toddler all over again, Uzair rushed forward, He put a finger firmly over his lips, as he glared at the group.
"Chup! Chup bilkul! Shhh!" Uzair hissed He pointed an finger toward the aseerah on the bed. "Abhi soyi hain woh! Bahar jaao sab log... bahar niklo yahan se!"
The entire group of friends instantly froze in mid-laugh, Aariz quickly clamped a hand over his own mouth, his eyes wide as he looked at the bed and then back at Uzair.
Hamza, who had been ready to rip his friends apart himself for ruining his peace, stopped in his tracks.
"Chalo... bahar chalo sab," Aariz whispered comically, quickly ushering the rest of the guys backward out of the room before Uzair could scold them further. "Uzair gusse mein hain, hamza sambhal lega!"
Within seconds, the crowd scrambled out into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind them and finally leaving the room in absolute, blissful silence.
Hamza turned around and locked the heavy door. The noise from the hallway vanished instantly, leaving the room blanketed in a silence.
Hamza moved silently across the rug toward the bed. He looked down at their daughter, his face softening Leaning over the mattress carefully, his shoulders blocking out the light, he pressed a kiss onto Aseerah tiny forehead.
"Sukuun," Hamza murmured under his breath,
Uzair watched him from the corner of his eye, his heart doing a familiar, chaotic flutter. Trying to distract himself from the sudden, overwhelming privacy of the room, Uzair quickly walked over to the bag resting on the side table.
He unzipped it, his fingers sorting through the neatly folded clothes until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a soft, oversized black cotton t-shirt and a pair of comfortable grey trousers—clothes he had specifically packed so Hamza could finally get out of his wedding attire.
Uzair turned around, holding the clothes against his chest as he walked over to where Hamza was standing by the bed. He stopped a step away, his head tilted up slightly as his eyes met Hamza gaze.
"Hamza... yeh badal lijiye," Uzair whispered softly, as he extended the clothes toward hamza. "Aap thak gaye honge is bhaari kapdon mein."
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Hamza didn’t even look at the clothes. Instead his eyes remained locked onto Uzair’s face,
With a sudden movement, Hamza reached out and wrapped his arm securely around Uzair’s waist. Before Uzair could even gasp, Hamza pulled him forward against his chest. The neatly folded t-shirt and trousers were trapped tightly between them as Uzair’s hands instinctively pressed against Hamza shoulders for balance.
The sudden proximity made Uzair's breath catch completely in his throat. He looked up, his eyes trembling, his face instantly exploding into a violent, burning crimson.
"Hamza..." Uzair whispered, "Chhodiye... kapde toh badal lijiye pehle."
Hamza didn't loosen his grip , His other hand came up, his palm cupping the back of Uzair’s neck, his thumb tracing the sensitive skin right behind his ear he leaned down, as his voice vibrated right into Uzair's ear.
"Kapde badal loonga, Uzu..." Hamza murmured, "Pehle mujhe apni jaan ko thoda sukoon se dekhne toh do. Poora din tarpaaya hai tumne mujhe."
Uzair let out a gasp that was instantly muffled against Hamza shoulder as he felt himself being lifted slightly. Hamza hand trailed down from his waist, sliding down the soft fabric of the kurta to grip the back of Uzair thighs
Before Uzair could even whisper a protest, Hamza buried his face into the side of his neck. against Uzair sensitive skin as Hamza found the exact spot he wanted—the mark that had already begun to turn a deep, dark purple from his earlier night desparation. Hamza open-mouthed against the bruised skin, sucking marking his territory all over again with a hunger that made Uzair’s knees go completely weak.
"H-Hamza..." Uzair whimpered, his fingers desperately clutching at the fabric of Hamza's wedding sherwani as a wave of heat rushed straight down to his toes. He arched his neck back involuntarily, granting Hamza deeper access, even as he tried to remain quiet for Aseerah sake. "Hamza... aap... rukhiye..."
But Hamza was completely deaf to his pleas. His grip on Uzair thighs tightened,
Hamza abruptly broke away from Uzair’s neck, Without giving Uzair a single second to catch his breath, Hamza captured his lips, slamming his mouth over Uzair
A muffled cry is swallowed instantly into the kiss. This was the mouth Hamza had craved for what felt like half his life—a sweet, forbidden torment that had driven him to the brink of madness. He had only tasted these lips once before, a fleeting, stolen moment born of chaos and desperation. But tonight, everything was different. Tonight, the legal bonds of their Nikah gave him the absolute, unconditional right his lips moving against Uzair, he would spend the rest of his life tasting only this sweetness.
Uzair head swam, the kiss making him completely dizzy. His grip on Hamza’s shoulders tightened His lips parted, allowing Hamza to deepen the kiss completely, melting every single ounce of his lingering resentment and fear into the warmth of his husband's mouth.
Hamza hand pressed firmly into Uzair back, lifting him higher, holding him so close that their hearts thudded violently against each other in perfect, chaotic rhythm. This wasn't just a kiss; it was Hamza claiming his sanctuary, a silent vow that from this night onward, Uzair belonged nowhere else but in his arms.
Hamza slowly dragged his lips away from Uzair’s mouth, both of them breathing heavily, their foreheads resting together for second. But the hunger inside Hamza is far from satisfied. Shifting his weight, he trailed his lips down Uzair's jawline to the other side of his neck—the side that was completely unblemished, smooth, and fair in the warm glow of the bedside lamp.
He buried his face there, opening his mouth to suckle hard against the soft skin, leaving a fresh, mark that would tell the whole world exactly who Uzair belonged to.
Uzair let out a broken whimper, his fingers digging frantically into the muscles of Hamza’s back as a shiver ran violently down his spine. "Hamza... h-haan..." he gasped out, his eyes fluttering shut
For so long, every touch, every burning glance, and every desperate embrace between them had been shrouded in the suffocating shadows of the dark. They had been forced to hide their feelings behind closed doors, living in the constant terror of the haveli's rigid rules, family expectations. Hamza had been forced to love Uzair in secret, tormenting himself with the knowledge that he had no legal right to shield his uzair from the world.
But tonight, the darkness was completely gone.
Hamza groaned deeply against Uzair's skin, From this moment onward, he held the title of being Uzair husband. He didn't have to hide in the shadows anymore. He didn't have to wait for the cover of night. He could look at Uzair, touch him, mark him, and love him right here in the open light, with the entire world knowing that this beautiful boy is his.
Feeling the truth of that realization, Hamza’s grip on Uzair’s thigh and waist tightened almost desperately. He pulled Uzair even closer, lifting him slightly off the floor as he continued to claim his neck, showing his husband that the days of hiding are over, and their real life had finally begun.
Hamza finally pulled back from Uzair’s neck, as he reluctantly let his hands slide off Uzair’s flush, trembling body. He looked over at the bed, where Aseerah had shifted slightly in her sleep from the quiet whimpers in the room.
Hamza walked over to the bed. He bent down sliding his arms underneath Aseerah. He gathered her gently against his chest and carried her over to the crib standing in the corner of the room. He settled her down onto the soft mattress, tucking her pastel blanket securely around her tiny shoulders until she let out a peaceful sigh and went completely still.
Meanwhile, Uzair stood rooted to the spot by the wardrobe, his hand pressed against his racing chest as he desperately tried to catch his breath. His lips are swollen, his hair is delightfully mussed, and his neck was burning from the marks Hamza had just left behind. His knees were still shaking so badly he could barely stand.
Hamza turned back from the crib, He didn't say a single word. He stepped forward and gripped Uzair’s waist.
Hamza pushed Uzair backward onto the bed.
Uzair gasped as his back hit the soft mattress, Before he could even think of moving, Hamza followed him down, crawling up the mattress to hover directly on top of him. Hamza, body completely pinned Uzair down, sealing their lips together once again.
Hamza hands moved with urgency, completely done with the barriers between them. His fingers hooked into the collar of Uzair’s pearl-white kurta, snapping the delicate buttons open one by one down his chest.
With a rough shove, Hamza pushed the fabric off Uzair shoulders, pinning his wrists flat against the plush mattress. Looking down at the exposed, flawless skin of Uzair's chest and collarbones in the dim light, Hamza let out a low, groan before slamming his mouth back onto Uzair's lips.
"Mmmgh—" Uzair moan captured entirely in Hamza’s mouth, that cut off into a sharp gasp as Hamza broke the kiss and buried his face in Uzair's neck.
Hamza began kissing his way down the hollow of Uzair throat. He bit down gently on the sensitive skin right above his collarbone, making Uzair arch his back off the bed.
"Aah... Hamza..." Uzair cried out softly, as his head rolled back into the pillows. His hips twisted instinctively beneath Hamza weight, his knees bending and rubbing helplessly against the sides of Hamza’s thighs. "H-Hamza... mmm... d-dheere..."
But Hamza was past the point of restraint. Hearing his name on Uzair’s lips mixed with those breathless, desperate sounds only drove him wilder. He slid his hands down to Uzair’s bare waist, his thumbs digging firmly into his hips to hold him still, pressing his own body against Uzair restless body.
"Nahi, jaan... ab nahi," Hamza rasped out against his skin, his breathing incredibly ragged as his lips trailed lower, sucking hard against the center of Uzair’s chest.
Uzair fingers break free from Hamza's grip to tangle tightly into Hamza thick hairs. He pulled Hamza closer, his whole body turning into a beautifully tangled, panting mess under the touch of his husband.
As Uzair let out another trembling whimper beneath him, his hands clutching desperately at Hamza's shoulders, a sudden thought crashed through Hamza’s clouded mind.
Their beautiful daughter had only been born a few weeks ago. Uzair’s body had been through so much trauma, so much pain and exhaustion from the childbirth and the heavy emotional toll of the weeks that followed. He is fragile right now, still healing, and entirely vulnerable under Hamza.
Hamza forced his rampaging desires to a grinding halt.
His muscles locked, trembling with the sheer effort it took to restrain himself. He slowly lifted his head, his eyes heavily hooded with desire, looking down at the beautiful mess beneath him. Uzair lay panting, as he looked up at Hamza with wide, dazed, and completely flushed doe eyes.
"H-Hamza...?" Uzair whispered, a tiny, confused whimper escaping his swollen lips when he felt his husband suddenly go still.
Hamza didn't speak immediately. He took a breath, swallowing hard as he deliberately shifted his weight, moving his heavy torso slightly off Uzair to take the pressure off him. He brought his hand up to Uzair face, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from the corner of Uzair eye.
"Uzu... meri jaan," He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss onto Uzair forehead. "Main bhool gaya tha... tum abhi poore tarah theek nahi hue ho. Kuch hi hafte hue hain."
"Hum jaldi nahi karenge," Hamza murmured against his cheek, his hands sliding down to gently wrap around Uzair's waist, pulling him sideways into his arms rather than pinning him down. He rested his forehead against Uzair's damp neck, "Aaj sirf... tumhein apne paas sulaana hai mujhe. Tumhein sukoon dena hai."
But Uzair didn’t want Hamza to pull back. Not tonight. Not when they had finally stepped out of the shadows.
Uzair fingers tightened frantically in the fabric of Hamza sherwani, refusing to let him slide away. He arched his back slightly, pressing his bare, chest back against Hamza frame. He tilted his head up, his eyes wide glistening and completely raw, desperate longing that he had never dared to show before.
"Par... mujhe chahiye..."Uzair whispered,
The admission left his swollen lips in a rush of hot breath, his cheeks instantly burning a furious crimson. He buried his face into the crook of Hamza’s neck, hiding his embarrassment, but his hands moved down to grip Hamza shoulders, pulling him back down. "Hamza... aap door mat jaiye... mujhe chahiye aap."
Hamza froze entirely, his chest locking above Uzair as those whispered words tore through his remaining restraint like a hurricane. Uzair actually begging for him, demanding his touch, drove him absolute brink of madness.
"Uzu..." Hamza growled out, his hands gripped Uzair hips "Tumhein andaza bhi hai tum kya maang rahe ho? Agar main ab na ruka...."
"Mmm... " Uzair whimpered, a helpless, needy moan escaping him as he tangled his legs with Hamza, completely surrendering himself "Aap mat rukhiye..."
A smile broke across Hamza face, his chest vibrating with a low chuckle against Uzair bare skin. He isn't going to hold back anymore, but he was going to take his time, making sure every single touch was filled with devotion.
"Meri jaan..." Hamza growled softly, He leaned down and captured Uzair’s lips again, but this time the kiss was slow, sealing Uzair's breathless moans inside his mouth. Hamza hands slid down to grip Uzair's waist, lifting him slightly to press their bodies flush together.
When he broke the kiss, Uzair let out a shaky, desperate whimper, his head rolling back into the plush pillows.
Hamza didn't give him a moment to recover. His lips trailed down Uzair's trembling jawline, pressing kisses along the sensitive column of his throat. Uzair arched his back with a soft, broken cry , hamza hands sliding underneath Uzair's torn kurta to smooth over his bare, burning ribs.
Slowly, deliberately, Hamza moved lower. He pressed deep, bruising kisses across Uzair’s collarbones, marking the pale skin in the dim amber light of the bedroom. Every time his lips moved to a new spot, Uzair let out a breathless, needy groan, his fingers tangling tightly into Hamza thick hairs, pulling him closer rather than pushing him away.
Hamza’s mouth trailed down to the center of Uzair chest, his warm breath fanning over uzair skin before he bit down with a teasing pressure right over his heart.
"Aah! Hamza... mmm... ," Uzair cried out softly, his toes curling into the mattress His hips twisted helplessly beneath Hamza crushing weight, completely consumed by the slow, burning torment of his husband's mouth.
Hamza groaned deeply against his skin, his hands sliding down to securely lock Uzair hips in place, his lips continuing their relentless, worshipping path down Uzair's stomach, claiming every single inch of the boy who had finally, completely, become his.
Hamza’s mouth continued its relentless path down Uzair’s stomach his entire lower body tremble in anticipation. Slowly, Hamza slid lower on the mattress, his frame shifting between Uzair legs He reached out, his hands wrapping securely around the backs of Uzair’s knees, gently pushing them apart to completely open him up.
Uzair let out a gasp, a violent blush rushing from his neck all the way to his face. He instinctively tried to close his legs, his hands gripping the bedsheets "H-Hamza... aap... kahan..." he whimpered,
But Hamza was entirely unbothered by his half-hearted resistance. He gripped Uzair’s thighs firmly, locking them in place, and leaned down.
His lips pressed a deep, burning kiss onto the sensitive, soft skin of Uzair’s inner thigh.
" haan...!" Uzair cried out softly, a broken moan ripping from his throat as his head thrashed back against the pillows. His toes curled tightly into the mattress.
Hamza hands sliding up to squeeze Uzair hips, anchoring him firmly to the bed. He moved a fraction higher, suckling fiercely on the tender skin right near the crease of his hip, leaving a mark.
"Hamza... please..... aah..." Uzair sobbed out His hips buckled helplessly off the mattress, his hands leaving the sheets to reach down and tangle into Hamza’s hair, alternately pulling him closer and pushing him away as the slow, consuming torment threatened to drive him completely insane.
Hamza’s patience broke completely at the sight of Uzair writhing beneath him, but the core instinct to protect his healing body kept his movements deeply deliberate. Shifting his frame fully between Uzair legs, he leaned down, burying his face completely into the apex of Uzair thighs.
He began to kiss him, his tongue tracing the highly sensitive skin with a wet friction that made Uzair’s entire body lock up in shock. Hamza suck out fiercely, eating out the sweetness of his husband, his mouth working relentlessly as he drank in every drop of the slick, needy moisture coming from Uzair
"Aaaah! Hamza—mmgh!" Uzair head threw back violently into the pillows, his jaw straining open as a high, shattered cry tore from his throat. Overwhelmed by the intimacy of it, a wave of instinctual shyness hit him, and Uzair tried frantically to close his thighs, his muscles trembling as he attempted to shield himself from the burning heat of Hamza’s mouth.
But at the exact same time, his body was betraying him completely.
While one part of him tried to pull away from the insane pleasure, his hands are tangled tightly into Hamza hair, his fingers gripping the dark strands Instead of pulling Hamza off, Uzair was aggressively pushing Hamza’s head deeper against himself, begging for more
He is complete, tangled contradiction—his thighs twitching to close, while his hands forced his husband closer, his hips buckling helplessly off the mattress in a rhythm.
"H-Hamza... please... , haan! Mmm... aah!" Uzair sobbed out, his voice breaking completely in the quiet room.
Hamza didn't let Uzair close his legs even a second. Instead, he deepened his hold, his tongue licking and sucking even harder, utterly determined to drown his beautiful husband in a pleasure so absolute that Uzair would forget everything else but the feeling of belonging entirely to him.
Hamza remained buried between Uzair’s thighs, until he had thoroughly drank in every single drop of his husband slick. He suckled deeply, capturing the very essence of Uzair undone state until the trembling boy beneath him had nothing left to give.
By the time Hamza finally stopped, Uzair was completely spent, his breath coming in short, uneven hitches. tears rolling freely from the corners of his tightly shut eyes, soaking into the pillows.
Slowly Hamza lifted his head from between Uzair bare, trembling thighs.
The sight was utterly unhinged. Hamza’s lips are completely glossy, heavily coated and glistening with the evidence of the liquid he had just been sucking out of his husband. He didn't move away; he simply hovered there, resting his forearms against the mattress on either side of Uzair knees, looking up the entire length of Uzair body from his vantage point between his legs.
Uzair’s eyelids fluttered open, his vision blurry with tears as he instinctively looked down.
Their eyes locked in the dim, warm light of the bedroom. Uzair face is burning crimson as he stared down at his husband. Seeing Hamza looking back up at him , with hamza lips still wet and glossy from what he had just done, made a fresh wave of heat crash through Uzair's veins. He felt completely laid bare, pinned beneath the gaze of the man who had always held the every single part of him.
The moment Uzair’s dazed, tear-filled eyes met his, Hamza’s remaining control evaporated. The sight of his beautiful, flushed husband looking down at him, completely undone, drove him right back over the edge.
Hamza buried his face right back between Uzair thighs, striking even harder and deeper than before.
The sudden, intense friction against his highly sensitive skin made Uzair arch completely off the bed, a scream began to tear from his throat.
Hearing the volume rising in the quiet room, Hamza instincts flared instantly. In a flash, his hand shot upward, firmly pressing his palm over Uzair mouth to muffle the sound just as it left his swollen lips.
"Mmmph—!!!" Uzair’s scream was completely swallowed against Hamza hand, turning into a desperate, vibrating whimper that echoed heavily in his own chest.
Uzair slammed his thighs together, squeezing them shut with all the strength he had left. But Hamza shoulders were already wedged firmly between them. Uzair inner thighs clamped tightly around the sides of Hamza face and broad neck, trapping Hamza beautifully in his own grip.
Hamza didn't pull away. He groaned deeply against the wet heat, the sound vibrating right through Uzair's skin, and used the tight, crushing pressure of Uzair's clamped thighs to deepen his relentless, suckling kisses.
Uzair eyes went completely wide, staring up at the ceiling as tears rolled down into Hamza’s fingers ,while his own squeezed legs kept his husband locked right at the center of his sanity.
Hamza slowly removed his hand from Uzair’s mouth, his fingers lingering for a second to trace the wet, swollen curve of his husband’s lips. Breathing heavily, he dragged himself up from between Uzair’s trembling thighs, the sudden absence of his warmth making the cool air of the room hit Uzair damp skin all at once.
Uzair lay completely paralyzed on the bed, as he watched Hamza step off the edge of the bed. His eyes, still glistening with tears, tracked Hamza frame in the dim amber light.
Without a word, his eyes locked onto Uzair, Hamza reached down and smoothly stripped off his boxers, Uzair breath caught completely in his throat, a burning crimson rushed back into his face as he looked at the size
Hamza didn't give him time to think. He climbed back onto the mattress, his weight causing the bed to dip as he settled himself heavily right back between Uzair thighs.
Hamza leaned down until lips brushed against Uzair ear.
"Shhhhh... Aseerah jag jayegi," Hamza whispered, the intoxicating command that made Uzair’s stomach flip.
Before Uzair could even whimper a response, Hamza reached down, wrapping his hand around Uzair wrist. Slowly, deliberately, he guided Uzair’s hand downward, wrapping Uzair slender fingers directly around his throbbing member.
Uzair let out a muffled gasp into the quiet room, his fingers instinctively tightening around the intense heat of his husband as Hamza leaned over him, pinning him down with a gaze that promised absolute surrender.
The instant Uzair fingers closed around him, Hamza let out a low ragged growl He covered Uzair hand with his own palm, his fingers locking between Uzair, guiding the rhythm
"Mmmgh..." Uzair buried his face into the pillow,
Hamza didn't let him look away for long. He leaned down and captured Uzair's lips once more. The kiss was slow, wet, and deeply demanding, swallowing down the breathless whimpers Uzair couldn't contain. With every stroke of their joined hands, Hamza pressed his weight forward, his hips aligning perfectly against Uzair trembling, open thighs.
the slick heat between them making Uzair’s hips buckle instinctively off the mattress. He want the fullness of his husband, the ache inside him screaming for the final surrender,
"Hamza... h-haan... please," Uzair sobbed out against Hamza's mouth, "Abhi... aur nahi..."
Hamza broke the kiss his breathing coming in harsh desperate pants against Uzair's damp lips.
"Tumne khud maanga hai, jaan," Hamza rasped out, his grip tightening around Uzair's wrist as he slowly, carefully lifted Uzair's legs higher, draping them over his own broad shoulders to completely eliminate the remaining distance. "Ab piche mat hatna."
With a slow push, Hamza began to enter him, his eyes locked onto Uzair’s face to catch every single shift of expression, ensuring his body could handle the weight of his devotion. Uzair’s jaw strained open, his hands clutching blindly at the sheets as the room tilted, blinding rush of tears spilling over his cheeks as he felt the fullness of his husband beginning to stretch him open.
He frantically bit down on his own bottom lip, his shoulders shaking as he tried to stifle the high-pitched cry that wanted to escape.
Hamza noticed the strain. He stopped his movement,
"Uzu... saans lo, jaan," Hamza ground out through clenched teeth, "Dheere se... saans lo."
He brought his hand up, his fingers gently cupping Uzair cheeks, forcing Uzair to look directly into his eyes. Hamza leaned down and pressed a remarkably soft, wet kiss to Uzair’s trembling lips, coaxing them open, catching the broken, shuddering gasps that Uzair finally let out.
Slowly, under the reassuring weight of Hamza's gaze and the steady warmth of his mouth, the tight tension in Uzair's lower body began to melt. His hips softened against the mattress, A low, helpless whine vibrated in his throat, his legs draping a fraction heavier over Hamza’s broad shoulders, silently signaling that he is ready.
Hamza began to move again, pushing slowly, burying himself completely within Uzair's warmth until there wasn't a single inch of space left between them.
"Aah... Hamza..." Uzair whimpered into the kiss, his fingers digging desperately into the hard muscles of Hamza’s back as their rhythms aligned ,
Every primal instinct inside him screamed to take Uzair forcefully, to lose himself in the heavy, intoxicating friction, and to claim his husband with a wild abandon.
But then his eyes dropped to Uzair, sweat-slicked face. He saw the slight tremble in Uzair's jaw, the exhaustion lingering under his eyes, and the sheer vulnerability of a body that had given birth only weeks ago.
'No.' Hamza swallowed hard, Uzair had begged for this, had whispered that he needed it, but Hamza is his husband. It is his duty to protect Uzair—even from the depth of his own dark desires. He would not hurt him. Not tonight, not ever.
He kept his hips strictly under control, matching the careful pace to Uzair's shallow breathing. He didn't thrust; he simply glided within him,
"Mmmgh... Hamza..." Uzair let out a soft moan, his head rolling to the side as his eyes fluttered shut. The expected pain never came.
"d-dheere, jaan," Hamza rasped out, He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of Uzair neck, his breath fanning over the dark marks he had left earlier. He gripped Uzair's waist with his hands, not to pin him down, but to steady him,
The slow rhythm continued to stretch the silence of the room,
"Mmm... h-haan... Hamza..." Uzair wept softly into the quiet room, his head tossing from side to side against the pillows.
The pleasure building inside him wasn't the sharp, explosive kind that left him shattered; it was a deep burning ache that spread through his lower stomach with every deliberate slide of Hamza’s hips. It was a beautiful, consuming torture. Because Hamza was moving so slowly, Uzair could feel every single ridge, every pulse of heat, and the absolute magnitude of the man possessing him.
He wanted more. Uzair hips twitched instinctively, trying to lift off the mattress, trying to force a faster,
But the moment Hamza felt that subtle, eager tilt of Uzair, his grip on Uzair waist tightened
"Nahi, Uzu. Shh," Hamza growled softly against his lips, his own forehead dripping with sweat he deliberately slowed his pace even further, grinding his hips forward in a crushing circle rather than a thrust. "Suno mera baat... teiz nahi. Tum bimaar ho jaoge, jaan. Mujhe dheere chalne do."
Uzair let out a shattered, high-pitched whimper, the sound completely muffled as Hamza leaned down to press a deep, wet kiss to his lips. Hamza’s tongue slid into his mouth, mirroring the slow rhythm happening below, distracting Uzair from the maddening ache between his thighs his toes curling blindly into the bedsheets. He was completely trapped not by chains, but by the overwhelming, fiercely protective love of his husband, who refused to let his own dark desires harm a single hair on Uzair body.
Every slide forward is deep, but executed with such calculated gentleness that Uzair felt completely cherished, even as his mind spun out of control from the sheer intensity of it.
"H-Hamza... main... mmmgh..." Uzair’s voice broke completely, unable to finish his sentence.
He was drowning in the heat of his husband's body. His pale skin was completely flushed, Every time Hamza moved, his doe eyes rolling back slightly as his fingers twitched helplessly against Hamza broad back.
Hamza looked down at him, The sight of Uzair so beautifully undone, completely receptive and trusting under him, was the only thing keeping his inner demons at bay.
Slowly, the friction brought them both to the absolute edge.
Hamza felt the tight, rhythmic contractions of Uzair body beginning to clamp down around him, a desperate, instinctual pull that signaled the end was close. He let out a low, gravelly groan, his pace faltering for just a second as his hips trembled against Uzair
"Uzu... jaan... apne aap ko mat rokna," Hamza rasped out, his breathing incredibly shallow as he leaned down, burying his face right in the crook of Uzair’s neck, his teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin there to give Uzair something else to focus on. "Mere saath... abhi."
Uzair let out a high, fractured sob into the quiet room, his hips arching up one last time as a violent wave of pleasure crashed through his lower stomach. He came with a breathless, shaking whimper, his body convulsing softly under Hamza weight.
Hearing that sweet, broken sound, Hamza lost his hold on his own release. With one deeply careful push, he buried himself fully inside Uzair, letting out a growl against Uzair’s skin as his own warmth spilled out, filling his husband completely and binding them together.
The sheer weight of Hamza frame came crashing down, but he caught himself at the very last second, rolling slightly to the side to pull Uzair flush against his chest rather than crushing him. He buried his face deeply into the crook of Uzair neck, as he drew in long breaths of his husband scent.
Uzair lay completely still beneath the comforting bulk of his husband, his chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow pants.
Slowly, his trembling hands moved up, his fingers curling into the thick hairs at Hamza head, holding him close he pulled Hamza deeper into his neck, a few tears spilling from his doe eyes and dampening Hamza’s dark strands.
Hamza tightened his arm around Uzair waist, pulling him so close there wasn't a single breath of air between them. "Tum theek ho? Dard toh nahi ho raha?"
Uzair couldn't speak. He just shook his head slightly against the pillows, a soft sob escaping his lips. It wasn't a cry of pain, but of pure surrender. He felt completely protected, entirely cherished by the man had treated Uzair fragile, healing body with the gentlest devotion.
Hamza smiled faintly against Uzair's skin, pressing a long warm kiss right over his racing pulse. He kept his hand on Uzair hip, his thumb soothingly rubbing small circles into his waist, calming the remaining tremors in Uzair legs as they lay tangled together, listening to the faint peaceful breaths of their daughter in the crib nearby.
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