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Boyfriend!Jassi whose girl is an absolute troublemaker. But not the kind where she beats up random idiots, no no, she debates them. An educated baddie, one might say. He'll watch with a proud (and concerned) gaze when you stand up for what's right, not hesitating for a second.

Boyfriend!Jassi whom you met after a...peculiar incident. In the first week of college, you witnessed him getting ragged by seniors, and you boldly stepped up to help him. He watched in awe as you lashed out at the seniors, demanding they apologise to him for their misbehaviour. They immediately apologized and ran away when you threatened to take them to the Principal. The next few minutes, you stood there lecturing Jassi, telling him to have a spine and to stand up for himself. He didn't hear a thing because he was too busy admiring you.

Boyfriend!Jassi who spent the next few days tagging along to wherever you went, claiming that he was scared the seniors would come back, when in reality he just wanted to be near you. You clocked him immediately and thus formed your friendship. Though evidently, this "just friends" plan didn't last long, and in two months he asked you out and now here you were, his girlfriend of almost two years.

Boyfriend!Jassi who has found his courage over time, and now stands shoulder-to-shoulder with you in any issue. At first he joined you purely from his concern for your safety, but he later understood your spirit, enthusiastically joining you in whatever you stood for.

Boyfriend!Jassi who cheers the loudest for whatever you do. Whether it's debates, speeches, competitions, you bet your ass he will be there to show his support.

Boyfriend!Jassi whom you debate politics with as date ideas. He'll even go as far as to make powerpoint presentations. You sit back and listen to him talk all formally like you're not getting turned on. The debate ends in the bedroom with either you on top or him on top. Depends on who won.

Boyfriend!Jassi who goes with you to the bookstore every week. It's a ritual for both of you now. Every Saturday, you'll go to the nearby bookstore, and pick out books for each other to read for that week. You even challenge each other to see who finishes their book first.

Boyfriend!Jassi who's not afraid of your boldness. His masculinity is not threatened by you having a voice. In fact, he actively encourages it. He'll roll his eyes at anyone who says you're too much and maybe even threaten to throw a punch.

Boyfriend!Jassi who trains at the gym hard so he can be your "scary guard dog" – his words, not yours. He claims that he needs to look scary so people don't mess with you. You find it adorable.

Boyfriend!Jassi who tells Jasleen to look up to you. He brings you home a few months into your relationship and his parents are more than delighted to see that Jassi got himself a girl who's not afraid to speak up. His father, in particular, is proud and always takes his time to chat with you to see what the "new generation" is all about. Harleen thank you for "empowering" Jassi and for getting rid of his scaredy cat nature. Jassi is deeply offended and pouts at his sister the rest of the day. (She knows he's not a scaredy cat. She just says that to piss him off).

Boyfriend!Jassi who is so proud of the fact that he's your boyfriend. Whenever you win something, do something impressive, or even just exist, he'll boast about the fact that he's your boyfriend to people standing around. If it was upto him, he'd tattoo it on his forehead.

Here's what I think collegebf!Jassi might've looked like:

The rhythmic clatter of the train echoed through the compartment as the morning sun filtered through the windows.

Golden fields blurred past outside, stretching under the pale blue sky as the train sped towards Pathankot.

You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your chin against it, absentmindedly watching the scenery change as the train travelled further. Just fourty-eight hours ago, you were at the border in your olive green uniform, now you sat in the train wearing a simple cotton suit.

Across from you Jaskirat sat comfortably as he lazily flipped through a book.

You glanced at him.

“Jassi…”

He looked at you, suspiciously relaxed.

“Tumhe bilkul tension nahi ho rahi?” you asked him.

“Kis baat ki?” he replied.

You stared at him in disbelief.

“Tumhare ghar aa rahi hoon main.”

“Haan.”

“Pehli baar.”

“Haan.”

“Tumhare mummy-papa se milne.”

“Haan…toh?”

You crossed your arms over your chest.

“ ‘Toh?’ bas itna hi?”

A small smile tugged at his lips.

“Tum border pe patrol kar leti ho…” he said.

“Haan…”

“Colonel se argue karti ho…live firing ke beech operation kar leti ho.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Aur tumhe meri mummy se darr lag rahi hain?”

“Well, I don't know what they will think about me.” you said.

“Suno, meri maa ko tum already pasand ho.”

Your eyebrows knitted together.

“Woh mujhe mili bhi nahi.”

“Photo dekhi  hai tumhari.”

“Kya? Kab?”

“Do mahine pehle.”

“Jaskirat Singh Rangi! Tumne meri photo unhe bhej di?”

“Tumhari nahi hamari.”

“Bataya kyun nahi?”

“Agar bataya toh tum bejhne nahi deti.”

You groaned, dropping your face into your hands.

“Maa ne kaha tumhari muskaan bohut pyaari hain.”

For some reason that made you even more nervous, you looked back out of the window.

There was a brief silence, then you felt Jaskirat’s fingers intertwining with yours and gave a reassuring squeeze.

By the time the auto rolled to a stop outside the Rangi house, the afternoon sun had begun to mellow.

You stepped out taking in the modest two-storey house in front of you.

Jaskirat slung both the duffel bags over his shoulder and moved towards the house and beckoned for you to follow him through the narrow path leading to his home.

The iron gate groaned as he pushed it open, before you both even stepped inside the courtyard properly, the front door swung open.

“Oye!”

A young woman came running out.

“Veer aa gaya!”

Without warning she threw herself at Jaskirat. He stumbled back half a step, laughing.

“Jasleen, ohnu saah taan lain de.” another voice came out.

She hugged him tighter for a second before pulling back.

Harleen walked out, shaking her head at her younger sister.

“Jassi, ki haal aa? Tu taan bahut hi patla ho gaya lagda ae.” she said, pulling him into a hug.

Jaskirat chuckled before he looked at you, he tugged you forward.

“Yeh Y/n aa. Mere naal fauj vich kam kardi ae… te eh meri girlfriend ae.”  

“Hi.” You said, waving your hand a little.

“Hello.” Harleen greeted you with a warm smile.

“Oho, tusi hi ho bhabhi!” Jasleen exclaimed.

Jaskirat chuckled, as you lowered your head feeling shy all of a sudden.

Just then, an older woman emerged from the house, wiping her hands on the edge of her duppata.  The moment her eyes fell on Jaskirat, they softened.

“Mere puttar.” She said, cupping his face.

“Bada kamzor lagda ae.” 

“Maa, mein theek haan.”

Then her eyes fell on you.

“Namaste, aunty ji.” You said, your hands joined together respectfully.

She stepped forward and gently took your hands, “Ghar main swagat hain beta.” 

Before you knew it, she had pulled you in a hug.

You smiled.

“Thank you.”

“Safar theek raha?”

“Ji,” you replied.

A deep voice came from behind.

“Bahar hi khade rehne ae saareyan ne?”

Mr.Rangi stepped onto the veranda. Even in retirement, he carried himself like an Army officer.

Jaskirat instinctively straightened.

“Papa.”

Mr.Rangi gave him a nod before looking at you.

“Toh aap hi Lieutenant Y/N hain?”

“Ji, sir.”

After a brief pause, he nodded approvingly.

The rest of the evening slipped by with surprising ease.

Mrs.Rangi refused to let you step into the kitchen.

“Arre beta, jao Jasleen ke saath baitho.” She said.

Before you could protest Jasleen already grabbed your wrist.

“Chalo, bhabhi.”

She practically dragged you into the living room.

“Main aapko kuch dikhati hoon.” She disappeared into a room before returning with a thick, worn photo album.

“Jasleen…” Jaskirat warned from where he was sitting.

She ignored him completely.

The album landed in your lap and she sat down beside you.

The very first photograph made you laugh.

A six-year old Jaskirat was wearing oversized sunglasses hanging crookedly on his face, one front tooth missing.

“Jassi?”

His ears turned pink.

“Next photo mat dekna…”

Naturally, you turned the page. There was another picture of him, covered in mud from head to toe, grinning proudly while Harleen stood beside him looking horrified.

You laughed harder.

Jaskirat leaned over trying to close the album.

“Bas. Ho gaya.”

Jasleen immediately pulled it back.

“Nahi!”

Then another one wearing his father's Army cap.

Your smile softened. Somehow, seeing him as a little boy wearing a cap far too big for him made it easy to imagine where his dream of joining the Army had begun.

Just then the front door opened.

“Oye!”

A tall young man stepped inside. His eyes immediately fell on Jaskirat.

Jaskirat stood up.

“Jassi! Kadon aaya?”

The two exchanged a quick hug before his eyes fell on you.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Gurbaaz yeh Y/n hai, Y/n yeh Gurbaaz, mere bachpan ka dost.” Jaskirat introduced you to each other.

You smiled politely.

“Hi.”

“Sat Sri Akal, bhabhi.”

His gaze shifted to the photo album in your lap, a mischievous smile spread across.

“Oho…bachpan waliyan photo vi dikha dittiyan?”

Jaskirat groaned.

“Eh taan bachpan ton hi poora hero si, hamesha pose marda rehnda si." 

You and Jasleen laughed. 

“Oye chup kar.” Jakirat picked up a pillow and threw it at him. “Roti khani hai ki nahi?”

“Gurbaaz, aa ja puttar! Khana lag gaya.” Mrs.Rangi called out.

“Dekha? Aunti ji nu mainu kadar hai.”

Jaskirat rolled his eyes.

“Haan, zyada udd mat.”

The aroma of freshly made parathas and chai drifted in the air pulling you from sleep.

For a moment you simply lay there, listening to the sound of utensils and laughter coming from downstairs.

It was…comforting.

You freshened up before making your way downstairs.

“Good morning, aunty ji.” you said.

“Good morning, beta.” she replied and handed you chai.

Mr.Rangi sat on the charpai, reading a newspaper, spectacle balanced on the bridge of his nose.

Jasleen was trying to steal one paratha but Harleen smacked her hand, “Sabar kar.”

Just then Jaskirat walked in, his hair damp from the bath.

“Maa, meri chai?”

“Khud le le.”

You smiled into your tea, he simply rolled his eyes and poured it himself.

After breakfast, Harleen disappeared into her room and returned moments later with a neatly folded bundle in her hands.

She placed it carefully in your hands.

“Yeh…tumhare liye.”

You looked up in surprise.

“Mere liye?”

She nodded and you slowly unfolded the cloth.

A vibrant phulkari, every inch covered in intricate hand embroidery.

Your fingers traced the beautiful stitches.

“It’s beautiful…” you whispered.

“I made it.”

You looked at her.

“You did?”

Harleen shrugged with a little smile.

You gently lifted the phulkari and draped it around your shoulders.

Jaskirat looked up and for a long moment he simply stared.

Jasleen smirked.

“Oye.” no response.

“She waved her hand in front of his face, still no response.

“Veer!’

He blinked.

“...haan?”

The room erupted in laughter.

Jaskirat cleared his throat, finally looking away. “Maa, mein Y/n ko kheton ki taraf le jaa raha hoon.”

His mother smiled knowingly.

“Haan haan.”

He looked at you.

“Chalein?”

“Haan.”

The narrow dirt path crunched softly beneath your feet. Golden mustard flowers swayed on either side with every passing breeze, carrying with it, the earthy scent of fresh soil. Your fingertips gliding over the bright yellow blossoms.

“So peaceful…” you murmured.

Jaskirat didn’t answer, he was looking at you.

The breeze caught the edge of the phulkari draped over your shoulders, lifting it ever so slightly before settling again.

The vibrant embroidery glowed in the sunlight.

You walked ahead, occasionally turning to admire the endless fields stretching in every direction, a smile playing on your lips.

He found himself smiling too.

"Jassi?"

“Hm.”

“Tum aaj kaafi chup ho?”

He looked away before scratching the back of his neck.

“Kuch nahi.”

“Batao na.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips.

“Pata nahi…aaj bohut sohni lag rahi ae.”

Your cheeks warmed instantly, “Bas aaj?” you teased.

He took a step closer.

“Nahi, aaj bas thoda zyada.”

Another gust of wind swept through the fields. The loose end of your phulkari lifted into air once again and before you could catch it–

Whap.

It landed squarely against Jaskirat’s face.

You covered your mouth trying not to laugh.

He pulled the fabric away, a smile tugging at his lips.

You resumed walking. Barely a minute later, the wind returned. The embroidered end danced through the air once more.

This time before it could not him again, he caught it effortlessly. And without a word he loosely wrapped the free end around his wrist.

You stared at him with a smile.

“Jassi?”

“Hm?”

“You tied my dupatta to your wrist.”

“Haan.”

“Agar mujhe kahi jana hai toh?”

“Toh saath chalna.”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“Tum bhi naa…”

He gave the fabric a light tug.

“Ab udd ke dikha.”

The two of you continued down the narrow path, your hands brushing every now and then as the mustard flowers swayed around you.

The afternoon breeze still played with the embroidered threads but this time it couldn't carry the phulkari away.

It remained loosely tied around Jaskirat’s wrist, much like your heart had quietly wrapped itself around his long ago.

For those few quiet moments, surrounded by endless fields of yellow and the warmth of a Punjabi afternoon, there was no border to guard, no uniform to wear, and no duty calling them back.

so i (24)F have been dating my boyfriend now ex Arashad papu (30)M for the last 3 yrs. Honestly our relationship wasnt smooth sailing as it seemed it was basically a rocky road fillied with his toxic masculanity, constant gaslighting and his over possessive nature that was suffocating me. safe to say this relationship was nothing but a dumpster fire.

To be honest i should have seen this coming, two weeks ago he started acting really suspicious like borderline criminal suspect behavior hiding his phone in odd places, Ignoring my texts, staying late at work and when i asked about it he just shrugged and said work was stressful. Heres the thing tho my now ex was actually a gang leader what could be so stressful about controlling a bund of wannabe gangsters?

Anyways the cat was finally out of the bag when i visited him as a surprise and saw him tangled with another women sleeping peacefully in his bed, god was i angry my first thought was to shoot him with his gun that was lying on the bedside table but decided not to as i did not want to spend my rest of the life in jail. I know he would have gaslighted me if i confronted him so Instead of having a crash-out i decided to go to a club and have a one night stand as a revenge. Gonna cheat on me? Well two can play this game.

I was basically being a wallflower just sitting on a stool near the bar taking shots after shots to remove him out of my head when a dashingly handsome stranger approached me asking me if he could buy me a drink since i was clearly not having the best time. Apparently he was here with his bestfriend but he got ditched as his bestfriend found his girlfriend. The stranger was annoyingly handsome i suspected he was a model or something at that he just laughed and said he was a factory worker. No factory worker wears clothes this fancy and attends a club this bougie but i gave it no tought.

The stranger became my companion for the night he basically heard me rant about my pos ex and how i wanted revenge against him, the stranger surprisingly offered himself and who was i to deny such gracious offer.

So after some time when i was sober enough, he took me to the top floor the vip section but i was not paying much attention to question how a factory worker had access to the vip lounge. We got in the room and he made sure i was sober and consenting and wont regret this the next day he for the rest of the night he basically showed me heaven on earth.

Smut under the cut.

Uzair picked you up easily and carried you towards the bed placing you on the plush mattress he kneeled infront of you taking off your heels and gently messaging your ankles. He placed light kisses on your knees and thighs hands travelling further up towards the back of your dress unzipping it.

You played with his hair making him groan. His mouth was getting closer and closer to your heat his movements getting more ravenous as he sucked and bit your supple thighs you threw your head back letting out soft airy moans.

"Mashallah koi kaise ye khoobsurti ko dhokha de sakta hai." He gently took of your dress and you discarded your bra and he laid you back on the bed getting on top of you stroking your cheek with his hand, he leaned forward capturing your lips in a heated kiss it burned against your lips as you continue to chase after the high. He sucked on your tongue exploring the wet caravan of your mouth, pulling off to catch his breath.

You clutched at his kurta whining as you pulled it slightly he got the message and pulled it off discarding it somewhere on the floor. Gods those abs you wanted to bite them to see if they were real you were shamelessly checking him up and down. He grabbed your hand and placed it directly on his pecs, smirking at your very obviously flustered state.

He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck taking a long breath as if he was getting drunk off of your scent. He laid kisses against your throat his hands torturing your breast by pinching and rubbing your stiff areolas.

Traveling further south his lips leaving marks on your soft stomach he came face to face with your cunt just a pice on now drenched cotton in between. He hooked his finger in the waistband and took of your underwear. He laid a kiss against your pelvis and was about to go further when you called out-

"Ruko-ruko! Maine ye kabhi kiya nahi hai." You sounded panicked.

He blinks

"Par tum ne toh apne boyfriend ke sath-"

"Matlab maine vo kiya hai jo tum soch rahe ho par ye nahi jo tum abhi karne wale the... " you said embarrassed your hands now covering your face, he smirked amussed at the new info so nobody had eaten you out before huh? Well now he has to make sure to give you the unforgettable first experience.

"Bharosa rakh meri jaan agar tujhe taqleef ho toh bata dena mai ruk jaunga paaka." You nodded in agreement giving him the green light his hands pulled apart your thighs giving your heat a sweet peck before diving in he flattened his tongue swallowing you whole, slurping up your arousal.

You gasped hands tangling in his soft tuff of hair pulling him closer, he lapped at your cunt flicking his tongue and kissing your button occasionally before sliding in a finger making you dazed at noise slipped from your lush lips. His finger picked up the pace as he practically buries his face in your folds. He added another finger working them in and out till your were shattering.

Your climax was close he could feel it with the way you clenched around his digits his finger continued their brutal pace as he sucked on your clit bitting it lightly as you came undone moaning loudly. He placed one last kiss before getting up from between your thighs.

He took off his salwaar leaving him only in his boxers, you couldnt it see it before but god was he packing his hardened length was evident in his boxers it was big, bigger than what you had seen. He took of his boxers and stroked his cock once twice as he inched closer, his head nudged against your clit making you moan. He slowly entered in inch by inch you could feel evey ridge and vein inside you he took his sweet time to make sure you were adjusting.

His eyes searched your face for discomfort when he found none he pulled out a little and pushed back in thrusting in slowly going faster once whines and moans spilled from your lips. He pace got steady and brutal you bit your lip to stop the moan leaving you mouth. He stopped immediately.

"Apni meethi awaze mujhse mat chupao jaana." You nodded dumbly as he resumed thrusting at an agonizing pace making you see stars your release was getting closer he could feel it as he himself was getting closer due to your heat clenching on him, he twitched inside you twice hands pinching and drawing circles on your clit before he pulled out and you both came at the same time.

After catching your breath for a few minutes he got you cleaned up and somehow you both fell asleep in each others arms.

After waking up in the morning i was surprised to still find him there dozing beside me we were practically cuddling each other my head was on his chest and his arms wrapped around me. I struggled to get up trying to make as little movement as possible but unfortunately i woke him up in the process.

We got decent again and as a weak attempt at small talk he asked who my boyfriend was at taht i told his name Arshad papu at that the stranger laughed so hard he had to clutch his stomach i got confused on his reaction which only made him laugh more, he asked me if i knew who he was and i answered honestly telling him no. He confessed he was Uzair Baloch my boyfriend now ex's enemy.

Tldr: i unknowingly slept with my boyfriends enemy as an act of revenge of him cheating on me.

Edit 1: its been a week and i cant seem to get that starnger out of my mind that night just keeps on circling back to me i think i might have developed some feelings for him.

Edit 2: we ran into each other at a shop and decided to exchange numbers, we have texting each other nonstop i think the feelings might be mutual

Edit 3: we started dating! 🎊 i have been on cloud 9 ever since he asked me out he is a total freak in the sheet gentleman in the streets 😌

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User1

Congrats op this totally sounds like a plot straight out of a Hollywood movie am i bit curious tho what happened to your ex is he dating the girl he cheated with? ↑ 107 ￬0 ⤷

Reader op

Lmao no he is infact dead my boyfriend murdered him in broad day light and played football with his head. ↑ 150 ￬ -3⤷

User1

Wow and ppl say chivalry is dead 😩 ↑ 203 ￬0

User2

Why were you still in a relationship with ur ex for 3 yrs he sounds like a scumbag???? ↑500 ￬-7⤷

Reader op

Tbh even idk y i stayed that long 🤷‍♀️ he was a controlling bitch who didnt let me out of his sight. ↑407 ￬-2⤷

User3

Tell us more about your current relationship is he treating you better than your ex? ↑300 ￬0⤷

Reader op

Oh yes infact he is treating me too good it cant even be compared to my pos ex. No more toxic masculanity, gaslighting and over possessiveness only and only princess treatment 😌😌. ↑700 ￬0⤷

User3

Thats great op def not jealous😭😭😭↑550￬0

User4

Lmaooo this is the best case scenario op pls spill the tea abt the break up too! ↑ 998 ￬-15⤷

Reader op

Ok ok the breakup was a goddamn show my ex lost his shit as soon as he got to know about the stunt i pulled it got worse as he when i said it was his enemy he was about to hit me physically but thank god someone intervened even i didn't know he would this far got scared but it was fun watching him lose his cool. ↑ 200 ￬0⤷

User4

My turn whennnnn 😭😭😭😭 ↑ 800 ￬-15⤷

Reader op

Soon girlie this too shall pass 🫂🫂🫂↑307￬-2

Hope yall like this 🎀

Jus wanted to make sure taht yall know the smut is not posted along the 'post' its a part of the 'fic' thats y its seprated by dividers i added smut bc without it the fic would have been too short n i didnt wanna give u all a nothing burger😃

Idk who to tag so using my four is a crowd tag list hope yall dont mind.

Uzair’s life had been the same blundering evenings he spent out with his friends, uncaring of the time that reflected on his wrists doing all the shenanigans he could with his equally crass friends, life was perfect to him before his reality changed from one word from his brother 

“ Umar ho gayi hai ab teri, Ulfat aur mai ladki dhundh rahe hai tere liye” 

And the first true discernment that his world wasn't going to be same ever was when he saw you sleeping against his chest after the wedding night,felt your deep breaths graze the skin right over his heart , tracing the indentation of the heavy jewellery left on your neck so reverently as if he had known this body all his life. 

All the time he wasted outside getting drunk and on hooligans was cut short, he had fixed time to come home or face the wrath of his wife; you. And for someone who spoke with guns and violence all his life he could confirm his wife pouting at the very other side of the bed was more dangerous than any of the work Rehman had handed him. 

The second shift, that tilted the axis of life, was 2 years after the wedding. After tons of  ‘ Bache paida karo bhai bache paida karo’ that  acted as a catalyst to the already -way overly attracted to his wife -Uzair as an excuse to devour you more than needed.

 He had expected himself to love his wife (duh) the day he saw her, saw you sitting in between your parents, your lips pressed together in a shy smile, hands fiddling at the front, bored by the familiar setting he had seen one too many this was 10 proposal he was attending to after rejecting all before them ,only to be thrown off completely when you winked at him when your parents had become occupied with Rehman and Ulfat’s ‘grown ups’ talk. 

And now he was here

The hospital air was sterile as expected, washed over and over till each corner was burning white, the newborn wailing was on everyone’s lips and eyes, becoming the center of attention but the first thing Uzair did was rush to you, laying weak but awake in the hospital bed, 

“ Dekha aapne?”

 You asked, watching him take your shaky frail hands to kiss his lips with all devotion, “  Nahi..” He whispered against your clammy palm, 

“ Phele mujhe apni jaan ko dekhna tha”

 “Mujhe toh aap vaise bhi har roz dekhte hai”

 Uzair shook his head matching your feeble smile, his eyes sunken from waiting outside awake the whole night, you ruffled his head lovingly and he understood you needed him closer. He pressed his forehead against yours 

 "Tum ne boht acha kiya meri jaan, I am so proud of you. Tum sach mein boht strong ho iska aadha dard bhi mai nahi jhel pata..meri jaan ab bas aaraam karo”

 Only when your tears dried and heartbeat became steady did he ask 

“ Ladka hai ya ladki?” 

He asked blinking slow, his eyes looking strangely different without the signature soorma but more brighter than you had ever seen them even with all the weariness that they wore.

 “ Aapki kismat thodi kharab hai Uzair miyan, ladki hui hai” you joked fully aware he would be happy with both, but you knew Uzair really wanted a boy to play football with its what he told you but you knew it was because he believed he would not be able to handle the softness of raising a daughter, and that second shift was when he first took his daughter from Ulfat’s careful hold in his, he was in love. 

She was still crying when he held her, her face scrunched up face turning red with cries when Uzair whispered in disbelief he didnt know he could have loved something this much “ Ya allah” his breaking voice was familiar to her from all the times he had spoken to your bump,  stopping her cries against his chest, breathing deep with drool gathering at her lips much like his mother in sleep, one single tear drop unchecked ran down his cheek.

“Mahira”

He whispered turning back to look at you,

“ Kya?”

You asked back still half dazed

“ Mahira, meri Mahira”

You just rolled your eyes watching that stubborn look on his face, he wasn't going to change his mind, you beckoned with your fingers and he came running like he always did. Others left the room leaving you both to yourselves, You shifted making space beside you “ Light off karo tabhi voh aankhe kholegi” He nodded obeying to your command even though he didn't understand it, his eyes focused on the newborn’s face the way her nose beaked, one side of her cheek more sunken than the other and the thick set of eyebrows he looked like him, just like him.

 Once the lights were off, only the afternoon sun made its way to illuminate the room through the unveiled windows casting long shadows in a quiet room that echoed with mechanical beeps and the baby’s breathing and cries as she shifted finally opening her eyes to him, they were like yours big and blinking at him.

For the first few months Uzair carried her around as if she was made of glass, protecting and keeping her at a arm distance from Faisal’s and Naiem hands at all cost, you had caught him soaking into her new born warm milk, vanilla-isc smell whenever you entered the room, and you trusted him to be precautious with her owing up to how overly protective he was, and that he had given up smoking in the house all together- only to be utterly betrayed to find him throwing her in the air one random evening when you decided to enter the room more quietly than usual , her head dangerously close to ceiling as she let out of toothless giggles equally entertained as her dad, her dad who flinged her in the air. 

“UZAIR!”

She laughed even more clasping at his hair, clapping her chubby hands together as the scolding ensued, “ Agli baar meri beti ke saath aise uut patang harkat karte hue maine dekh liya na toh mai aapko jinda nahi chorungi” That warning never worked and over time the stunts got worse and to your surprise the man you found the most credible in the house, your Rehman bhai was caught doing the same skulduggery at this point you were convinced it ran in the blood. 

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Mahira was waddling behind her dad telling her about her day in her incoherent voice blabbering around, “ Baba-baba” She squeaked, and needless to say his men were entranced by the chubby ball that even momentarily scared Rehman at times walking exactly like Uzair for when he was drunk, “ Baba- godi” She slapped her palm at his pant, “ Ji Mahi” He picked her up carefully but effortlessly making her seat on her forearm, she was in the bear onesie that Uzair had insisted for you to buy and keep making her wear the same thing because its adorable to watch her face peek out from between the brown fur, her lips puckered up watching him curiously  “ Aapne khaana kha liya?” She nodded quickly her chubby cheeks puffed up and flapping understanding the broken words easily at 9 months old, and Uzair smirked showing her off with an expression that screamed ‘Meri biwi ne dilaya hai’ 

“ Hello bol ke dikhao Mahira” Her eyes widened at the familiar word reaching out and shaking her hand at the men who were never gathered around her in a small circle, watching her with so much importance and impressive now mixed with admiration like they hadn't seen somebody wave to them their whole life, only increasing the puff of Uzair chest,

 “ Yeh kaun hai Mahi?” While Hamza knew all the truth most acquainted with the haveli and after spending all his time here he knew all the truth to Mahira speaking and teachings and wasn't going to let down a chance to pull Uzair’s legs, he pointed at Uzair asking the same question, 

“Baba” She blabbered out again , “ Aur Aur?”  Hamza prompted  “ Pagal” She replied back proudly pointing at her dad, it turns out Mahi is calling Uzair all of the things she had heard you call him and the most common one being pagal. “ Yeh gande uncle hai inse baat nahi karte” He scowled trying to stop her from taking to Hamza only to be distracted when she started leaving kisses on his face waiting for him to tell her he is proud of her, meanwhile his men were going more interested to what Hamza was trying to prove, 

“ Aur aur?” 

“ UZAIR”

 she tried repeating your tone now, the one you would use to call him when he has done something to tick off your nerves, which was a very common occurrence with him and his men finally understood what was happening, and laughed out loudly helping her more  “ Aur Aur?” 

“ Uzzi” Uzair ears flushed red trying to shush her daughter

“ Aur Aur?” 

“Baby kissie”

she said out brazenly making his men choke on their laughter and Hamza just passed Uzair a sly smile that said  ‘ My Zayan’s smarter’ 

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Uzair's biggest heartbreak till now was watching her daughter cry because of him, he had returned home early to play with her and pulled her into his lap the second he saw her to realise later that she was sniffling, her head facing away from him, angry. “ Kya hua Mahi?” He tickled her stomach but she didn't budge, making him worry more, “ Baat nahi karoge abbu se?” He tried biting her cheek but she didn't let him , “Kya hua? Jaanu kya hua hai isse” 

he called out for you, you huffed pulling off your dupatta and discarding it on the bed the view still enough to make his breath catch, “ Dimaag kharab kar diya hai isne subah se, phele Faisal ki copy faad di, fir kabse naye teddy ke liye roye jaa rahi maine toh chor hi diya bahut nakhre karte hai” “ Aakhir beti kiski hai”He joked watching you move across the room lovingly, the way you hissed when your flicks fell forward in your face looking more prettier when you were angry 

 “I am serious Uzi, aise hi chalta raha toh yeh kisi ki baat nahi sunegi” 

“ Aapki ammi toh kuch bhi bolte rahti hai kya chaiye meri gudiyan ko?” Her ears shot up ready to bombard her father with demands, “ Naya teddy…ice cream..aur aur” She tried remembering the words her little face scrunching up, “  Uzair aapko pata bhi hai kya kiya hai isne aaj?”  “ Kya kiya?” “ Gun uske kari isne” “ KYA?” 

“ Haan ek toh yeh faisal badmaash hai apne baba ki gun leke khel raha tha, usne isko gun nahi di thi copy faad di aur fir gun bhi le li aur shoot bhi kar diya, kabse sab itne tension mei hai aur isse abhi bhi zidd karni hai”

Uzair looked back at her face as she tried to still continue her demands playing innocent, what she didn't expect was that stern look from her dad and him putting her off her lap, 

“ Baba-” “No”

 he said firmly pulling away from her, she went once again tugging at his pants with a cute whine but to be ignored by him , 

“ NO Mahira”  

It stinged her deeply to hear no word from her dad, he has never ever used that tone on him and almost immediately she started bawling her eyes out, at first it was staring at him teary eyed then it became full on sobs. For Uzair to see tear in those eyes and in pain was like watching you cry and his heart wasn't made to withstand that he was putty when it came to his wife and daughter, he picked her up and that evening returned Mahira returned home with a hand full of cup ice creams and a teddy bear double her size tucked into his bicep. 

( imagine what Uzair was going through when she was teething earlier) 

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  The air in the house was chaotic as usual but it had heightened more today turning into a jumble since it was Mahira's first day of school, you had pressed her uniform with precision putting her small frame into the equally small shirt and layering it with the bubbly pink over skirt, Ulfat dabbed a diabolical amount of kohl behind her eyes to ward off evil, Rehman was giving her a ted talk and she was getting tossed from one carry to another, currently in Rehman’s trained hands 

“ Koi bhi school mei pareshan karega toh apne bhaiya ko batana” She squinted her eyes at both of her supposed ‘protectors’ and decided she was her own saviour, “ Its okay bade abbu chill” she could barely pronounce the words but she said them anyways, “ Yes.. I am chill” Rehman said clearing his throat

Uzair moved differently from the atmosphere the gloominess as evident and clear as day, “ Y/N mai gaadi nikaal raha, Mahira ko leke aajaana” 

“ Meri bacchi” Rehman muttered lovingly assailing her with kisses that were soon joined by chachi as well, “ Bas bas” she jumped off running to you 

You sat in your destined passenger seat making her recall all the basics you had already told her ten times, half turned into the backseat 

“ Bottle hai na?” 

“Ammi baba ka number yaad hai na? If not revise it Mahi and aapke bag pe bhi likha hai”

“ Koi pareshan kare toh direct teacher ko batana hai and agar teacher na sune toh bhaiya ko, bhaiya ki class second floor pe hai okay?” she sighed nodding 

“ Koi ladka kuch bolega toh mujhe batana” that's all Uzair had to add to the conversation, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. 

It was march end, the summer heat was invading and breaking through the winters, the trees leaves anew you yourself were feeling teary eyes walking her to the door, kneeling by and telling all that she needed to near,

“ You are a brave girl Mahi okay, only three hours fir mama aapko lene aa jayegi”

She nodded looking comically unbothered, Uzair hadn’t intercepted one standing leaned against the door, his arm crossed over his chest, jaw shut tight with held in emotions. 

“ Baba bye”

She waved cutely and Uzair let out a ugly,nose reddening cry before breaking into absolute tears, both of your head shot up in synchrony watching him like he had grown a second hand and Mahira was unimpressed totally unimpressed,

“ Uzair bas its okay”

You whispered confused yourself at over the emotional breakdown,

“ Chalo bye toh bol do”

You dragged him to the door and he still has not stopped crying yet. 

“ Mahi..bye”

He kneeled down kissing her forehead cupping her face with his shaky hands, and Mahira was only a toddler, still three going on four she wasn't going to be untouched from the realisation of staying away from house, and her world won't be her house and the people she knew anymore and seeing the pain on her father’s face made her cave breaking into a childish cry going to clinging at her father’s shoulder. “ Mera baccha Mera baccha” 

Uzair eyes were still blurry with tears and you had to drive ,constantly assuring him that it was just three hours and barely a big deal, but to Uzair all he could see that his baby who couldn't even support her head was now walking and going to school, a girl who couldn't live without pampering how will she face the world , in Uzair’s world there was no time for him to be a kid all his childhood was spent in blood and crime and he could not bear the same for his Mahi, not at all he never wanted the harshness of the world to touch her ever.

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By the time you both reached home, his cries subsiding into soft sniffles you poked fun of his blotchy face a few times before pulling him into a hug,

“ Aap itna kabse rone lage”

he said nothing pulling you tighter, crushing your chest with his burying his face in the crook of your shoulder, inhaling your scent deeply

“ Mujhe ek aur Mahi chaiye”

“ Uzair kya bol rahe hai aap”

“ Ek ladka..nahi ladka nahi varna Faisal aur Naiem jaise ho jayega ek aur ladki chaiye” You slapped at his chest chuckling, “ Pagal” “Mai majaak nahi kar raha” You pulled back a little to the serious look of his face, “ Uzzi no” You shook your head, but Uzair hands moved faster sweeping you off the floor in one go, you yelped hands going to his biceps but he wasn't stopping till he had carried you into your room, put you in bed.

a/n- bleh i know I should have posted this in the morning but I said today so aaj hi post kardiya, hope you all like it!!

Lyari was small. Not in the physical, sprawling way, but the people. A tight knit community where everyone knew everyone.

Six degrees of separation? At the maximum, in Lyari, you'd have two degrees of separation.

Those two degrees were how you knew Uzair.

Uzair, who worked with Siyahi, who was dating your best friend, Shagufta.

Siyahi, who looked at Shagufta like she hung the stars.

Shagufta, your best friend who deserved the world.

—

The first time you met him was at Siyahi’s birthday party. Siyahi had called his friends, Shagufta, and you to his flat in Singo Lane.

Shagufta had gone earlier to help Siyahi set up, calling you within fifteen minutes asking you to come earlier because “yahaan sirf ladke hain”.

You rushed and reached with a bouquet. When you entered, you heard a loud voice go, “Arrey ladkon ke janamdin par guldasta kaun lata hai?”

You turned to the voice and asked, “Aap ka janamdin nahi hai, toh aap apne khayal apne paas rakhein”.

The men parted to reveal Uzair, who had complained about the bouquet. Where you expected him to argue, you noticed his ears turn pink before he turned away from you.

“Idhar aa,” Shagufta broke the spell, pulling you into the kitchen, “Chal tujhe fanta pilaun”.

You went easily, wondering where you'd heard that before.

—-

When Shagufta’s father found out about Siyahi, he had flown into a rage and forbidden her to see him anymore. 

But, of course, Shagufta wasn't one to be deterred. She started telling her father she was staying over at yours, or staying back in college, and would go to meet Siyahi.

To ensure there would be no trouble, she ensured you accompanied her everywhere.

Initially, it was the three of you who met, but when Siyahi realised how bored you were getting, he started being a friend along.

Donga, who argued with you about the best place to get sevaiyyan in Karachi.

Hamza, who loved to discuss Lyari’s politics with you.

And then, Uzair, who would hesitantly and softly ask you questions about your course, your life, and your dreams.

And soon enough, it was only Uzair who accompanied Siyahi on these dates. You didn’t mind, considering your burgeoning attraction to him. 

—

One such night, as Siyahi and Shagufta were canoodling in a corner, Uzair showed you his prized possession - a steel knife that looked like it was regularly polished, with intricate carvings at the handle.

“Yeh kitni sundar hai,” you gasped as you lightly touched the blade, “aur kitni teekhi dhaar hai”.

He smirked, “Sundar toh pehli dara sun raha hun. Par haan, kaafi khatarnaak hai”.

Your finger traced the carvings at the blade, “Aap jaantein hain, maine ek kitaab padhi thi. Usme jo shehzaada hota hai, woh apni mallika ka naam apne chaku par likhta hai. Toh woh jab bhi kahin bhi, kisi bhi jung mein hota tha, toh uski mallika hamesha uske paas rehti thi”. You sighed and looked up at him, stiffening slightly when you noticed how dark his eyes had gotten.

“Woh - sorry, bas us kitaab mein ghum gayi thi”.

“Koi baat nahi,” he said, suddenly noticing how close he had gotten while you were speaking, “Tum jab bhi baat karti ho achcha lagta hai”. His eyes widened, as if suddenly remembering what he said, and looked away.

You looked away, too, but were unable to keep the smile off your face.

—

Over the next few months, you and Uzair got closer. You recently exchanged numbers, and now plans were conveyed over texts.

Uzair: Aaj Siyahi Shagufta ko Kolachi Restaurant le ja raha hai You: Yum, waise bhi mujhe unki nihari try karni thi Uzair: Unki nihari itni bhi achchi nahi hai You: Aap ne try ki hai? Uzair: Haan You: Toh kahaan ki achchi hai? Uzair: New Zahid Uzair: Tum kaho toh Saturday chalein?

You paused. Was he inviting you to lunch - just the two of you?

Uzair: Phir tum decide kar lena kaunsi better hai

You hated how quickly hope had risen in your chest, and hated even more how quickly it shattered.

You: Ok. Ek baje?

—

The lunch went well. By the end of it, you had to admit that New Zahid had the better nihari of the two. And it led to a discussion of who made the best doodh soda - but the two of you agreed it was Aalam’s, of course.

But the question was, who made the best chikoo shakes?

And so, here you were, on another Saturday, across from Uzair, comparing notes on Aalam’s chikoo shake.

“Yeh kaafi mitha hai,” Uzair made a face at his glass.

“Woh kyunki chikoo meethe the,” you slurped the last of yours, before continuing, “Aap kahein toh hum aap ke Sada Bahar ja sakte hain, par isse achchi chikoo shake Karachi chodein, pure Pakistan mein nahi milegi”.

From behind you, Aalam piped up, “Baji, aap ke liye ye shake kya, agle dus milkshake free!”

As you giggled, you noticed Uzair’s hand move slightly closer to yours on the table. You didn’t move it.

—

The meetups for food soon turned into meetings with no such excuse.

He picked you up from college, took you out to the beach or a park, before dropping you off home.

You felt it, in your heart, that slowly, but surely, something was growing between the two of you.

One such day, after college, you insisted he drive you out to Clifton.

“Chalein na, mujhe wahaan chaat khaani hai”.

“Chaat toh Dilpasand Chaat mein behtareen milti hai, hum khamakha Clifton-”

“Chalein na, please”. You wrapped your hand around his bicep and looked up at him, pouting.

You saw in real time as his eyes got softer and he sighed, “Tumhein toh na keh hi nahi sakta”.

You grinned as he started the car, and didn't remove your hand till you reached Clifton.

—

As you ate your third pani puri, he leaned against the side of his car, “Saturday kya kar rahi ho?”

You looked up at him with bulging cheeks, reminding him of a squirrel.

He grinned and kept that particular thought to himself, waiting for you to finish the bite.

“Kuch nahi,” you said, “Kyun? Aap ko kahin jaana hai?”

“Hamza ka janamdin hai. Usne ghar pe party rakhi hai. Mere saath aaogi?”

You paused, letting the question wait in the air between you.

Mere saath. With him.

Your silence flustered him, “Matlab Shagufta bhi aa rahi hai, toh mujhe-”

“Haan. Main aaungi,” you ended his misery, “Aapke saath”.

—

Because of the situation with Shagufta’s father, you were going to pick her up and then meet Uzair directly at the party.

The party was more of a small gathering. As you and Shagufta entered, you were greeted by Yalina, who told you conspiratorially, that she was actually the one who had decorated the whole place.

You looked around and gave her genuine compliments, which she received by turning pink. Hamza joined her shortly, and accepted your greetings with a warm smile, before specifically directing you to Uzair.

As you walked towards him, you saw the way he turned and looked at you. His eyes drifted from your head to toe, before he looked away, and then looked back at you.

“Uzair,” you greeted, “Aap kab aaye?”

“Bas kuch bees minute pehle. Drink logi?” he pointed to the glass of whiskey in his hand.

“Nahi, woh ghar kaise jaungi, na?”

“Main chhod dunga”.

“Aur Shagufta?”

“Shagufta Siyahi ke ghar rahegi,” Shagufta appeared next to you with two glasses of whiskey in her hand, one that she thrust at you, “Abbu ko bataya hai ki tumhare ghar rahungi”. She kissed your cheek, before walking over to drape herself over her boyfriend.

You laughed and shook your head, before turning to Uzair, “Cheers, I guess?”

—

The night turned into a soft blur. There was a lot of love and alcohol that went around, and soon enough, you were on the couch next to Uzair. You sat with your back against the couch, while Uzair’s arm was against the back of the couch, right behind you. Over the course of the night, you were practically stuck to his side, while his arm had come around your shoulders.

“Sunein,” you giggled as he moved closer to hear you better, “Aap sahi the”.

“Main sahi tha?” he slurred slightly. You nodded.

“Kis ke baare mein?”

“Yahi,” you said as if it were obvious, “Ki Sada Bahar ka chikoo shake better hai”.

He sat up, eyes wide, “Toh tum ne jhooth kaha?”

You laughed, before turning towards him and placing your cheek against his arm. You looked at him from under your lashes and watched as his expression softened, “Haan. Aalam bhai se free ke shakes chahiye the”.

He snorted, “Tumhe humari gang join karni chahiye”.

“Ji nahi, aap handle nahi kar payenga”.

“Handle toh-” Uzair was interrupted by a very giggly Yalina and a very pink Shagufta appearing next to you.

“Y/N,” Yalina said, “Chalo. Girl talk”.

You shrugged at Uzair whose eyes followed you all the way out to the kitchen.

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“Puri raat Uzair par chadh kar rahogi ya apni saheliyon ke saath waqt guzaarne ka iraada hai?”

“Pagal ho kya,” you shushed them, “Main koi un par chadh vadh nahi rahi thi!”

They continued to tease you and you kept getting redder and redder, until Shagufta bluntly asked you. Leaning against Yalina, she quirked a brow, “Tu har roz unse milti hai. Roz tumhari messaging chalti hai. Bata de, tujhe pasand hai na?”

Time stopped. The one thing you avoided naming was here, loud - a question in her mouth, an answer in your heart.

You thought of his hand next to yours, the nihari, the texts, and your side against his, his arm around your shoulder.

You bit your lip as your friends grinned softly, waiting for you to accept it.

But.

The words.

They weren’t theirs.

They were his to hear first.

If there was a confession, it had to be his first.

So you shook your head, “Woh bahut achche dost hain”. When they looked unconvinced, you doubled down, “Woh bhi mujhe uss nazar se nahi dekhte hain! Tum log pagal ho!”

They looked at you, almost pityingly, and you turned away and downed your drink.

When you walked back out into the party, Uzair smiled tightly when you sat next to him. His hand was by his side.

Suddenly, the architecture of the night was different.

He spoke to you in short, clipped tones, and when he dropped you home, he didn't say anything in the car.

You went to sleep wondering if something had gone wrong, but chalked it up to just you being drunk.

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Something was wrong.

It had been a week and you hadn't seen Uzair. This was unusual considering you met him daily.

Every time you called him it went to voicemail.

Texts got short replies - if any.

You: Uzair aap kahaan hai? Sada Bahar chalein? You: Are you busy?  You: Uzair? Uzair: At work. Baad me baat karte hain.

You asked Shagufta to subtly ask Siyahi what was going on, but Siyahi said work hadn't been harder than usual, and that Uzair had been leaving on time.

You tried your luck one more time.

You: Uzair, if you're mad at me, tell me. You: Uzair? You: UZAIR?!

Last resort, you rang him. It rang for three seconds, before the line went dead.

He had hung up.

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You were upset and cried for a day.

Then, you got mad.

Big Mad.

So you did what any reasonable friend would do.

You swore Shagufta to secrecy, found out the location of Uzair’s factory, and drove there at midnight - knowing Siyahi had confirmed Uzair was working late tonight.

The rain pelted your windshield and your driving skills were adequate at best, so it took you longer than expected to reach the location. Just as you got out of the car, you realised you didn’t have an umbrella.

“Fuck it,” you muttered, before running towards the entrance. When you were halfway, the door opened and Uzair came out with an umbrella. You paused, almost skidding to a stop. He looked up at you with wide eyes, “Tum?”

“Hana, main! Aap kahaan hain aaj kal? Mere messages aur calls bhi ignore kar rahein hain”.

He muttered something, and you moved closer, getting drenched in the rain, “Kya?”

Uzair moved closer to you, holding the umbrella to cover you as well, “Maine kaha ki ignore kar raha hun toh hint toh lo!”

“Par kyun? Maine kya kiya?”

Even in the dim light, you could see his jaw clench, “Tum ghar jao, thand lag jayegi”.

“Nahi, aap ko batana padega! Maine aisa kya kiya ki aap mujhse itne khafa hain?” Your hands were trembling as you clenched your dupatta in your fists.

He tried to turn away, but you tugged on his wrist and turned him to face you, “Please, Uzair”. Your lip started to wobble, and he took a deep breath.

“Hum dost hain?”

You slowly nodded, confused.

“Dost har din ek dusre se nahi milte. Na har din khaane ya drive pe jaate hain…”

“Aap kya bol rahein hain, meri kuch samajh mein nahi aa raha!”

You could see his chest expand as he took a deep breath in, “Uss raat. Tum jab Shagufta aur Yalina ke saath baat kar rahi thi… Maine sunn liya”.

There was pin drop silence for a moment and your hands came up to cover your mouth, “Aap ne- Kab?”

“Main bas tumhare peeche bas ek drink lene aa raha tha aur…” he looked away, scoffing, before turning back to you, “tum keh rahi thi ‘Woh bahut achche dost hain’”.

You opened your mouth, tearing up, only to be cut off again, “Aur phir tum ne kaha ki main tumhe uss nazar se nahi dekhta”.

“Dekhte hain, kya?” you whispered.

For a short while, you could only hear the patter of the rain as his eyes roved over your face. You bit your lip, while a solitary tear finally made its way down your cheek.

He moved closer, wiping the tear away, “Tumhare liye Clifton tak gaya tha”.

A short laugh bubbled out of you, before you sobered down, “Uzair, aap ko maine hurt kiya, us ke liye sorry. Sach toh yeh hai ki main aap ko pasand karti hun”.

He exhaled loudly, frustration swirling in his eyes. He shook his head, “Par woh Yalina aur Shagufta ko toh tumne kaha-”

“Kyunki yeh baat sabse pehle aap ko batane ki hai, unko nahi,” you huffed. “Maine unhein kaha ki hum dost hain aur aap shayad mujhe nahi pasand karte kyunki main sabse pehle aap ko batana chahti thi, unhein nahi!”

“Par agar aap ko phir bhi lagta hai ki hum ‘dost’ hain. Toh-” you placed your palms flat on his chest and pushed him. He stumbled back, and you whirled around, walking towards your car.

Before you could reach the handle, you felt his warm arm come around you and pull you into his chest.

“Uzair, aap kya kar rahein hain!”

He dropped the umbrella, the rain now falling on both of you. He reached into his pocket with his other hand, and pulled his knife out - the one with the carved blade.

Without saying a word, he unsheathed it. Against the faint light, you could make out a clear set of letters carved into the blade.

Y. N.

Your initials.

You turned around, “Uzair? Aap - woh kitaab ki tarah-”

“Jis din tumne kaha, us hi din likhwa diya. Ab tum har waqt mere saath ho”.

Your eyes welled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on the tip of your toes. He hugged you properly, his face in your neck, “Tumhe bahut pasand karta hun”.

You leaned back slightly and looked at him, “Mujhe bhi aap bahut pasand hain”.

Without wasting a second, you stood back up on your toes and kissed him.

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he stuck by his words, he was a honest and respectable man and that quality trait about him only grew your never ending admiration for him. he would take you out to your favourite places to eat and bring you a fresh bouquet of flowers whenever the others showed signs of decay. he knew every side to you and loved every single one. all your ‘insecurities’ he would simply call you silly and kiss every inch of your body whispering sweet nothings whilst he’s buried inside you.

hamza always made sure to show you his unwavering love through both his words and actions. the pure admiration in his dark green eyes constantly beamed through. he expressed it to everyone dear to him, they needed to know how lucky he was having you all to himself. he showers you every day with compliments, has your jhumka on his keys and immediately notices new shalwar kameez you’d buy with his card of course, he preferred when you use his money claiming that he earns it for you, you deserve to spend it, especially when it’s to look even sexier for him. even though he finds you stunning in literally piece of clothing and without. he was the first to celebrate you passing all your exams and there for you when you were relentlessly studying, bringing you bowls of chopped up chaunsa mangoes and ripe strawberries with nutella just as your parents had when you were younger.

his required cunning persona he sometimes uses around the ones he works with fades away into the thick, tension filled air around you both whenever you’re around one another. even though he had listened to your concerns for his work he had reassured you that his loyalty would remain with you. he has never been a man to fall for weaker desires. you loved the characteristics that made him different than the typical boys, understanding why the harsher parts of him exists. but when he has never judged you, you couldn’t bring yourself to ever fault him. the risks that come with him you accepted wholeheartedly after he had shown you a side to him no one else had managed or had the courage to unravel.

he is a confidant man never giving into the fragile masculinity other boys carry. reassuring you on the days you need it, soothing you with his presence. he’s the least judgemental person you know, he’s your shoulder to cry on, there to listen to your rants, worries, happiness, whatever is weighing down on you mind he’s there to hear it all. if anything is bothering you that man makes sure he is there before anyone else.

he could never get tired of hearing your voice wether it’s on the phone, in his ear whispering or when he’s pleasing you. he’s the definition of a respectful freak, always eating you out before bothering about himself. when you take control he revels in it, before devouring you himself.

honestly, to put it simply he’s a perfect husband, constantly spoiling you because his joy was from seeing his jaan he would happy. he would never pressure you to answer questions you weren’t comfortable with answering until you felt ready but when he returned with piping hot chai specially made for you after you had a already stressful day dealing with idiots who lacked common sense, he sensed something was wrong. “kya hua meri jaan?” he asked concern shining through his deep voice. “nahi hamza, bas thak gayi hoon” you replied trying to lighten up your face but you both knew you couldn’t fool him.

“hmm theek hai, tum apni chai pee lo phir hum us restaurant chalte hain jo tumhe pasand hai”. he brought the cute cat mug over, you had bought matching ones a while back and he treasured the gift as if it was a rolex. “okay, thank you.” he nestled into the bed next to you, placing a gentle kiss below your ear as the warmth from the cup seeped into your hands whilst the steam from the karak chai allowed you to relax slightly. you didn’t feel like going outside let alone to a restaurant surrounded by people, you were craving to be with just him, in the comfort or your home. he began to massage your legs, the drama playing in the background drifting into a blur as you sipped the warm chai. it was perfect. he snapped you out of your thoughts. “agar tum chaho toh ghar par hi ruk jaate hain..aur main un fazool logon ka khayal tumhare dimagh se nikaal deta hoon?”

you turned to your right to meet his gaze, god did you love this man, “haan mera bahar jaane ka dil nahi kar raha” you muttered quietly. his handsome face softened further, his hands still massaging your legs easing the pressure. “koi baat nahi meri jaan, aaj main tumhara khayal rakhta hoon..itne mushkil din ke baad tum iski haqdar ho.” you didn’t feel like talking further you just needed a release, you needed to feel him.

you shoved the cup on the table not caring if it spilt. now facing him again you cupped his face feeling the coarse beard poking your soft fingers, capturing his lips in a delicate kiss. his mouth moved against yours in a synced rhythm, gradually becoming more desperate. pulling away to regain your breath, you pulled off your clothes as he relished the sight his green eyes could never bore of. he peppered hot kisses against your neck leaving fresh violet hickeys. “itni khabsoorat ho tum” his voice rough with need, your cheeks turning a light pink in response. you needed to forget about everything, all you were craving was your husband. you placed yourself between his legs, his mossy pools fixated on watching you.

hamza was rock solid beneath the black kurta he was wearing, the outline of his cock heavy under your palm. from his huge imprint, you could feel the heat of him even through the cloth, he was throbbing since you had began touching him. the familiar touch didn’t stop a jolt like sensation go straight through you. your own pretty cunt beginning to throb in recognition, needing him in every sense. his whimpers sound thick with desire but he’s a patient man, you’re the one in control for now.

unravelling him from the clothes he had earlier adorned himself in, revealing his defined muscular body only made that ache intensify to a heartbeat until you had to clench your thighs together for a temporary relief. his thin boxers stained with his clear precum whilst his veiny hands cupped your breasts before unclipping your bra whilst you yanked your white thong off quickly not wanting to waste another second. he pulled his briefs off, his hard cock springing free as you leaned down licking the leaking precum clean. feeling him shudder beneath you from the overwhelming sensation. you gripped his broad shoulders, his long hands wrapping around your hips firmly. your breasts in his direct view, the heat radiating from you both and his signature expensive oud smell made the ache between your thighs grow hungrier.

hamza rubbed his swollen heavy tip against your dripping cunt, as you let out a low sigh savouring the feeling, eyes fluttering shut for a brief second. your body deciding for you, lowering yourself onto his thick cock, both of you letting out a gasp as your cunt adjusted to his long length. your warm tight walls clung onto him before you sank fully down so every inch of him was tucked deep inside you. his grunts beckoning you to fuck yourself with his cock more. you were addicted to the beautiful sight of him flustered and panting at your mercy. “keep going ..that’s it, taking me so well baby.” he breathed out sharply, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips.

you rolled your hips in a sensual, slow pace enjoying the way his cock fills and stretches your tight wet cunt. your head tilted backwards, moans slipping from your lips from how utterly good he feels buried inside you. one of his hands left your hips, placing it behind your neck making you meet his hungry gaze, pulling you in for a messy sloppy kiss eager to taste you, moaning into each others mouths. it’s filthy but you both love it. his long wavy hair damp with sweat, rolling his own hips to meet yours, fucking you deeper. your toes curl from the rush of pleasure surging through your veins. hamza squeezes your ass letting you know how well your doing. “just like that jaan..your so pretty.” he rumbled, his beautiful voice in approval sent a tingle down you.

his hands explored your body, massaging your breasts, sliding up and down your back to ease the tension watching you arch your back, leaving your chest even closer than before. he licked his lips greedily, muttering compliments you barely heard, only able to focus on how he stretches you out, so full of him. you were still bouncing on his cock, nails digging into his broad shoulders, the sounds of his pants only made your arousal coat his shaft practically drowning with your slick. you needed him to fuck you. listening to your thoughts he gently flips you over, leaving your back on the bed, legs spread open for him, your wet cunt inviting him back where he belongs.

he didn’t make you wait long before pounding back into you. rough ragged breaths leaving you both colliding against the sound of skin slapping. “sirf meri ho tum” thrust “meri duniya” thrust “meri sukoon” thrust. you could only muster a nod and a faint yes as he slammed back inside, both of you groaning at the angle allowing him to reach even deeper relentlessly pounding until you were seeing stars and faint dots. all you could think and feel was him. “you feel so good jaan” he continued to mutter strings of praises, lips brushing your ear before softly biting the skin. you buckle your hips back to meet his thrusts. "keep going…i need you” you demanded, his pace slows down as you both are so close, but they aren’t any less intense, he keeps his strokes long and deep. he has you both shaking, your thighs trembling but determined to not break wanting more of him. the ridges of his tip teasing at your wet cunt whenever he pulled back out, only for him to slam back into you even harder.

your hands that were clawing at his tanned back, leaving bright red scratches, you pulled him down to close the little distance between your lips kissing him passionately as your tongues collided with each other. his breathing turned heavier as your soaking cunt gripped and clenched around him practically strangling him. it was taking everything in him to not lose control and cum in you right this second. your velvety tight walls feeling the veins and ridge lining around his fat shaft which rubbed against your cunt, gripping onto him desperate for more.

hamza was making sure his huge cock would mark your insides with his name. his heavy balls slapping you as his swollen dark tip repeatedly attacks your gspot. “more..please.” the words barely left your tongue as he lifted your hips with ease, bringing them up even higher to take every inch of him, even deeper than before. the angle was heavenly, your vision blurring for a long second, on the brink of passing out from the sheer amount of pleasure hamza was getting out of you. the sound of his muffled raspy voice snapped you out of it, vigorously blinking away to regain vision, bringing your complete focus back onto him. “you still want more hm?” he asked, knowing full well you were greedy and could never deny his offer. you were thoroughly enjoying every second of this, the same way he was keenly watching you struggle to muster a proper sentence. “h-haan hamza..fuck”

his fast rhythm thrusted even more harder in approval, he loved making you feel full and satisfied. his deep strokes were focused on hitting that weak spot of yours he knew better than the back of his own hand. hearing your sounds of pleasure bring him even closer to his own orgasm. he continues at this steady pace fucking you dumb on his cock.

his thrusts harder as the sound of wet skin slapping fill your bedroom, his heavy grunts and the noises of your moans creating a sweet melody heaven to his ears. “yeah? you like this don’t you jaan? look at me.” your eyes that had stubbornly fluttered shut unable to cope with the overwhelming surge of pleasure consuming you, finally met his pretty gaze watching you in awe of your beauty. he shifted closer, his mouth fanning yours before he claimed them again muffling the sounds that were leaving you. you were both utterly lost in the build up of pleasure you were both seeking from each other.

your moans turned softer, more desperate warning him on how close you were, “i’m..i’m gonna mm.” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, completely consumed by him. he understood before you even mumbled a word, he himself had been frantically holding his release since the moment you had kissed him. only you held that much power over him, he loves the effect you endlessly have on his body. you squirmed underneath him, eyes rolling back as your orgasm hit you hard, mumbling his name, thighs shaking violently, moaning loudly urging him to follow you.

he thrusted into you a final time, feeling his cock throb hard, pulsing deep inside you as he pulled out just in time to coat your body with his hot white cum. neither of you were ready for a baby to interrupt your bubble just yet. thick long spurts left him as he threw his head back, his handsome expression contorted in a blissful sigh. your breasts and stomach were covered in ropes of his mess, both of you attempting to catch your breath. the view of him all sweaty and his luscious hair sticking slightly to his forehead made your sensitive cunt throb again.

as the last drop of cum left him, he settled into the bed next to you, pulling you into his strong hold. his muscular arms protecting you from any thoughts that were occupying you earlier. he hummed as he muttered low into your ear how much he loves everything about you, rubbing your back, tracing circles with his fingers, the other stroking your thick hair.

he nuzzled into your neck, scattering delicate kisses to your skin reaching up to your jaw then your lips. “chai thandi ho gayi ab toh” you mumbled against his mouth, feeling his lips curve into a smile. the sound of his adorable laugh made you cuddle closer to him, though you were as close as you could be practically on top of him, skin on skin, his bare warmth melting into your skin, soothing you not caring how clammy the pair of you were. “main shower ke baad tumhare liye nayi chai bana dunga, meri jaan.”

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