mai ༯

Blood dripped down the bonnet of the coal black SUV, the sunlight finding its way to reflect on the part that were covered in red, atop sat a man you had known for most of your life in your father curses, sometimes on the television, somewhere in the back of the poster his very pixelated self always living in the shadow of his brother- the reputed Rehman Dakait. It wasn't an unknown fact that Rehman was dead now, in fact it was the news that had shaken up the whole of Lyari and got the weight of your father's shoulder significantly. 

You recalled the scene from a few weeks back, the running broadcast, the cries on the TV, people shouting tributes outside the hospital when your father returned home his usually impeccably clean kurta covered in dust, his hair ruffled and coarse, his body sinking and unable to hold itself up due to the injuries,you had bolted up to meet him,to put his bruised arm over your shoulder only to be met with a quiet command to move over that stayed in your more than any of the shouts could ever have.

It was a quiet declaration that you will never belong with him, not in the way a kid does to their father. 

It was clear your father had killed the man, he spewed hate at the sight of him, his words transcending from curses from him to the balochs and then there was this other name mentioned, the one that made your cheeks flush and hide your face from your family because even when said with dripping with venom, it was his name, a man you had come to admire before you knew it - Uzair Baloch. 

He sat stop the bonnet hoarding the barely alive body as a prize, a warning tied at the front of his car, you could recognize the bloody disfigured face from the times he had spent at home talking low with your father  in the hall not even a month ago, Uzair hands did not hesitate using the kasai knife on his neck with relentless blows till Arshad pappu neck barely hung on to its body thin lines of stretched over skin and then even that thin string was cut off.  

You were not supposed to be here, a walk down the street had come to you going to your favourite secluded place in the part where you maybe were not even welcome but it called for you at times, the empty terrace top of the now secluded tall building. Rehman’s part of the town was not meant for you but then again your father didn't bother to check up on your whereabouts and no one saw you as anything other than a face in the crowd, you were the ghost daughter of Aslam after all. 

The sweat stuck at the neckline of his khakee colour suit that was now decorated with splatters of blood, his eyes bloodshot and fixed on the head as he screamed expletives to the head in his hand, vengeance often drowned the moral consciousness and this was a clear case for it because what brutalities one had to go to, to perform something so vile and not even flinch, what level of agony have they drowned in that ‘this' feels like peace. 

The gruesome scene had you stuck in place, a little behind the ground but you were still there, close enough to hear the last bated breath from Arshad lips and the rumble of Uzair's chest, you wanted to move, you wanted to run but it your legs were in a quicksand, the control over your own body slipping with each passing second. The wet mud engulfed you to the point you felt you had sunken three feet under the ground unable to believe all that you were watching right now, the head being kicked around into the crowd, the screams of people, the trail of blood it left behind made bile rise at your throat. 

Then there was another prop with the lifeless landing in your direction, everyone in front of you moved but you were stuck in that same quicksand and you dreadingly came into the line of his sight. 

Years of watching him with starry eyes only for the first encounter to be this catastrophic, those brown eyes grounded you the heavy feeling of swamping replaced by something as helpless as how weak your knees felt at the sight of him. The way his broad chest heaved made your own breathing break into small vulnerable pieces, the thick dark waves of hair glistening under the sun and falling over his forehead he was the storm and cold at once, from the way his gaze pierced you with a burning intensity and the way his jaw remained shut tight like you weren't there at all. 

Then came the crashing realization of this outrageous display, this madness all for his brother that your father had killed, maybe he was calculating, for you to be the next target. 

You shrieked ducking your head into your dupatta with clammy hands running away

He looked down Arshad's head and where it had lolled too, the dirt sticking to the blood, the blood that had stained up his sleeves, he doesn't even remember how many men he killed today but he lashed that blow till the ache in his heart a felt a little less hollow, till his brother felt revenged for. 

Over the dirt of the city, blood on his hands and the hate in his heart all he saw was her

The first life you had was short lived to the exact number of six years, it ended with a scream of from the end of the Hall, the next thing you saw was your father on the ground clutching his stomach as blood leaked out in ample amounts, staining back at the wall where he did your yearly height measurements, you were so excited you were finally six and going to watch a new line add up to the list but it was all smudged now just like your memories, there stood your ‘father' so sternly like he hadn't shooted your abbu jaan. 

What was his crime anyway? It was to have you with his wife before they were married , and it was for his wife to hide the truth from him until now and too meet your abbu in secret at times

Your ‘father’ took you in,his house was bigger,better like the one you had seen in cinema, his house had a tv that meant you did not need to watch it from outside of a store or from a neighbours window, that luxury the colours of the house, the new toys all of fell flat to the wall you shared with your baba, scribbling cows that looks like horses or vice versa into the old chipping away wall, you couldn't understand why did he had to take it from you. 

To Aslam it was a matter of pride and in all glory he couldn't keep the only man apart from that had touched his wife alive, not when his face couldn't find the space for him in his heart. Your mother well she never found it for anyone not for your father or your ‘ father' or for the kids and as well as you and to Aslam's misery taking away a life did not make her wife any more closer than she was to him before because as much as it stinged she simply did not care, nothing in the world existed for her except from her herself or maybe that what you had know from what you saw and what you remember because at 7 she was gone, in the same dark world where your father was. 

It was an accident, a car driven too fast crashing the honourable police men wife, it was tragic it made headlines on the newspaper filled out column and then a week passed it was nothing more than a photo hung up in your room, the bedding here was more comfortable than the mattress you and your father snuggled in but the sleep never came easy here, it was a constant battlefield of memories you didn't need anymore, an endless thought of what show next when you close your eyes now, 6 years of your life you can't go back to ever or the one year of your mother's cold silence. 

And then there was your father a loving family man with two daughters and a son and one charity case he kept in his house, on days you wondered if he felt guilty for taking away a child’s father right in front of their eyes, guilty enough to keep you in his shelter not guilty enough to feel phased by your yearning eyes as he played with his daughters, watched the stupid cartoon with him with them draped over his lap while you sat in a cold corner on the floor and before you knew you had learned to crave him to be your father.

Because him being your father meant you would start existing in their space, you were well fed and clothed and had your own room but you were not there, not in birthday parties, not in festivals, not on trips to restaurants but why ? You were such a good girl weren't you? The sweetest one thats what Abbu has always said so then why were you not with the restaurant but in the kitchen waiting for the dinner to cook, why was there no celebration of your birthday, why did he always forget to shop your clothes for your eid why did you always had to go with the servant minute to get something, why was your eidi sent to you by the servant’s hand and not his, if your abbu said you were the dearest then why could not this man think the same? 

What could you make out from the conversations you had witu him they were limited to a morning and good night and silent stares across the room, or the way his smile visibly dropped at the sight at you but mom was not there anymore to check up on you occasionally and your abbu was long gone and so was his warmth and now you needed him to love you to feel something again other than being a shadow in an opulent house. 

One day that passed with the same brooding intensity that the others did you saw your ‘father’ coddling up his second born since she had scraped her knees on the way home, he whispered praises to her till her crying subsided into sniffles under the caress of his coarse hand moving every so gently to caress the back of her head. Later you found yourself at the very top stair breathing nervously as your small feet fiddled to step out in the air and fall down to fight against the natural instinct of your body to keep yourself, grubby fingers twisting into your frock half in an unconscious fiddle half to keep yourself to hold back from saving yourself as you jumped down the stairs. 

The cold marble clashed with your skin hard enough to leave behind faint purples and  blues, the hard edge of the stair digging into your stomach once before you finally met the floor with a thud, “ baba” was the first word to leave your lips and come to your mind and the face flashed before you was the face of the man who was never coming back to save you lost into the skies afar and all that remained was the man in front of you right now. You were facing the front of his khussi shoes as he watched down at your battered form for barely 2 seconds before walking past your battered self but there remained some broken memories of him sleeping beside you, holding you into his chest but it couldn't dull the coldness he showed in the moment. 

And the rare times you got some sense of compassion when you were conscious was when a boy pulled your hair in a fight undoing half of your braid and Aslam had walked  into the school to find you crying outside in sand, knees scraped , face stained with tears and dirty. He carried you all the way back home talking to you about mundane stuff , the weather, the classes at school before asking what happened and watched his expression darken when you mentioned a boy did it  “ Itni kamzoor hai kya meri bacchi joh ek ladke se dar gaye?” He knew how to say it to a kid to make them feel braver than they were,You shook your head firmly, hiding in his chest, “ Nahi baba”

Another time being when you were 12 and woke up from your nap with a harsh crump in your stomach and and a large stain at the back of your frilly skit that bled through the bedsheets into the mattress, you knew what it was but none of your sister and your mother remained a picture on the wall and it was already time people had started leaving work to reach home in time for eid the house devoid of any servants and caretakers both your sisters at their phuppo left only one person for you to run to was your ‘father’ rested against the pillow, sprawled on the leather like a wild animal nursing a glass of wine in one hand the other holding the phone to his ear spewing out elaborate curses one after another to the poor man on the phone  

“ Abbu” you whispered standing anxiously at the door before treading soft your steps as light as a feather as you treaded slow to him, he did not hear you the first time continuing on the phone, “ Abbu” you said more loudly and he was absorbed on the phone in whatever has made him miserable today, “ Abbu” You said loud enough to understand he heard you, saw you and was just ignoring you.Ignoring the pain that stirred in your chest and travelled painfully to the pulse of your wrist, you gathered yourself up again ,

 “ Abbu khoon aa raha hai”  he paused, putting down the phone “ Kya?” “ Khoon aa raha hai..aur dard bhi ho raha hai” You sniffled watching your feet, hands clutched and twisting the fabric of your skirt, he held your hand walking you to his room, a place you were never allowed inside of and the second you entered it felt like a whole different world, the air warmer inside with the lighted incense of lavender, old ghazals played in low tunes in the background the lights warm and pale orange painting the white of the wall in its shade, you could see what he did all day by how things were put out it showed how he lived in, the cigar burn out on the ash tray that rested right beside the poetry book on his bedside table. The half finished glass of whiskey on his table and the clothes he had scattered out when he was going to drop his children to their relatives, and the half hidden photo of your mother covered by his thrown off clothes that felt a little too intentional to be accident but you could also see how much how her remained in his room. 

The clothes were still in the clothes pressed and folded once and then never opened again, and you knew that lavender scent was not his choice but your mothers because you always smelled it when she picked you, the sweet smell of her hair making you fall asleep quicker than usual, he was a man drowning in grief no matter how hard he tried to hide it always found its way back to him, unable to throw away the wedding photo that was still up on the wall or the brush that still had her hair sitting so dauntingly on the vanity along with her bangles that she did not up on the day of her accident because it looked like she was trying to hard with them.

Aslam shuffled through his cupboard feeling slightly skittish as he handed her the pad, “ yeh kaise use karte hai” You looked up at him you really did not know, how were you supposed to. He sighed patting your head like you were an untrained pet before telling you calmly, you nodded wiping your face. “ Yeh lo yeh phen lo” 

He handed you his kurta opening the bathroom door for you, your insides felt like they were falling off and above all it felt weird this was his space and you were bleeding in here. Carefully you tried to stick on the pad on the fresh underwear you fetched but it did not work and the feeling grew more uncomfortable by the second till you had no option but to call for him again .

He saw you standing with new tears and got to work, showing you how to actually use it, peeling off and sticking up the parts in the place, “ Baaki pata hai aapko? Ek hafte tak chalega yeh aur har teen ghante change karna hota hai” You nodded your eyes fixed on his face rather than his hand as he explained to watch some of that cold expression fill your heart with uncertain hope.

You sat in the middle of his bed holding in whimpers, the texture felt weird between your legs and the fact that you were supposed to put up with this for the next 30 years or so scared you, he reached back into the drawer pulling out the tablets he always kept handy used to the routine after having two daughters, moving mechanically so to boil the water for you to drink to soothe the pain. You swallowed the pill yucking out loud when you accidentally tasted it. The taste was so bitter and crass, he ruffled your hair with a chuckle you had never heard from him before. 

Pain was the only thing that brought you two together a once in a blue moon event where he would go as far as checking up in your room to see if you were sleeping and read you stories if you could not but never did he looked at you once when you were in front of his kids or allow you to step out when relatives or his associates were home, and the more you grew the more the distance came back, he hated how none of  his kids looked as much as wife than you did, a carbon copy of the woman he had loved with such devotion once to the line of your eyes and the smile of your laughter to the very way you sat reminded him of her- a thought he wanted out of head for years now, you reopened the wound he tried to cover in with duty and intoxication and the dirty life he carried on .

You passed in the first division of your school, standing at the door with your sister, your father knew the result was going to be released today and he was walking over with a wide smile, asking and hugging her daughters as they went off excitedly, whining to him to send them abroad. You opened your mouth to speak the smile plastered wide on your face but he never asked you , they all went into the house without a word to you. You tailed behind trying to hold up the same smile, awkwardly fakely but your heart was really waiting for him to ask, he never asked. You watched him send off all of his kids abroad out of town to study with only you left in the empty house with him- he never asked. It was so unfair your grades were higher you deserved it so much more than any of them did but what could you even say to him? You were already indebted to him, as he is raised his harlot wife kid, and what was he going to say to you , that as if your father could have provided better for you than he did. 

Two years pass in that agony watching every friend you ever made get busy with life and leave you behind, two years that passed in watching your hard spent night of studying catch dust in the alimrah the air had grown so suffocating that you wished he had killed you off with your father that day, but then came the unexpected change he asked you to have dinner with him, actually spoke with you about how everything was going. You were frustrated you couldn't understand him even if you tried but that small childish part of you craved for his attention , craved for the time you were not the one on the floor watching tv but curled up in his like a daughter and the day he would see you were his daughter. 

The were in your room changing into the anarkali he had just gifted you when you head a bang outside too harsh for it to be your father’s usual way of dealing with thing that he did not liked, he resorted to throwing things but it wasn't that it was a screech of what sounded a lot like bullets going off, other loud thump that was definitely the sound of door breaking and your heart instantly jumped to the thought that had captivated you since days now, the gaze of Uzair that left an imprint on your skin, was it him? Were you really next?

You stood there like a coward, trembling in your room while he destroyed everything you had ever known, recognising the loud clatter of glass breaking that was most your mother’s most ardently , the one you made the servants put in fresh flowers everyday. You were supposed to go out and do something but were you? The thought hit before you allowed it with every going off bullet isn't this what your ‘father’ deserved at all, who were you save him at all when he killed your abbu right in front of your eyes 

But so also dangled the naive hope of the life that could have come after this ,after your ‘father’ has finally found time to talk to you and give you a gift with his very own hands for the first time in your life, with unsteady hands that felt like they were going to fall off your bodies you twisted the door knob opening the door slowly, the sound that couldn't reach the confines of your locked room now uncovering in layer the incoherent shouting clear now, the pained grunts of your ‘father’ hitting you like a kick to the gut, he was losing. 

You wanted the close back down and never come out, but the light from outside had found its way in so had the eyes of the men who stood bloodied, from the narrow opening the last thing you saw was Uzair, your eyes dragged over his arm that held the glock in his hand to the stern posture of his chest as he stood scornfully up straight for someone who had blood on his hands, they stopped at his face to watch the ice frigid expression of his face he as embraced himself for the impact of the shot, the loud crack went off the air smell of the gunpowder and your eyes shifted quick to see what the barrel was pointed at, tilting your head slow. Your father remained lifeless on the ground with the grisly wound right between his eyes “ Uzair bhai yeh kya kiya isko nahi maarna tha” you heard the word over the whirlwind of emotion wrecking your nerve, and when three seconds passed with your eyes fixed at the same daunting sight you realised Uzair had not spoken a word since and the way your body was burning with the feeling you couldn't pin over what had happened.

He was looking at you, FUCK, you looked him in the eyes accidently the coldness so rigid the devastation came incredibly fast, with your hands fumbling with the lock twice before you scrambled back falling very back on the floor, the white your anarkli catching at the afternoon light and falling at your from the very back, looking extremely haloed at your ruins, the long skirt of silk and softness moved on its dancing beautifully in sync with the rhythm of your heart thrashing at the cage of your ribs as the door banged open, with every tremor that ran down your whole body it slides smoothly over your skin, you looked back at Uzair and strangely he still managed to pull you out of that quick sand, the death you just witnessed replaced with the fear of him.

He didn't care to tone down his touch as he manhandled you onto his shoulder without a word, the dull green contrasting with your swan white, presaging what was to come.

Painfully he dragged you out of the car without not a single word shared between him and his men and from the look of it his revenge wasn't complete yet, the misery sinking the under line of his eyes. You were scared teeth clattering in shivers that didn't seem to stop and his grip was of iron over your wrist, holding it so hard you were it would bruise. 

Uzair hauled you inside the haveli that was a crumbling beauty owing up the schemings of your father, you couldn't fathom what he was doing, he could have killed you right there why drag you here maybe he did not meant to kill you at all, the other idea forced itself into your mind spreading a traitorous heat through your body - you were disgusting

Screaming you struggled over and over to free your hand and vexed by the way you struggled constantly against him  “CHORO CHORO!” your screaming only intensified jarring at the empty walls of the house, “Chup kar” He finally grunted out barely audible and he fastened his pace moving to a room, you redoubled your effort but all of it went to vain, when you reached the dreaded door frame he pushed you inside but you held tight at the wooden edges refusing to fall into the dark room that promised nothing.

You utilised something different turning to face him at the same time he was going to grip your back and push you in with all his force, the front your dress teared with a loud chirp the ‘charrrrr’ going off into the void, the neckline of your anarkali torn and left in his hand while you had hit the ground from the duress of the shove. 

Your cleavage fell full out on display but you were too paralysed with the fear too move, his eyes fell on the flesh for a fraction of second before locking onto your face with those unreadable eyes for what felt like an eternity, he threw the torn fabric back at you striding out the door, locking you inside with a click so loud it echoed throughout the vast haveli.

Uzair did not intend to touch you, you were only here because he needed the information he didn't get out of Aslam when he was alive, so he was going to get it out from you or that's what he told himself. At the display that graced his vision he could not bring himself to look at something that you did not offer even after how tempting the heave of your rising and falling of your chest was the terror stricken face and the disparity of how you looked at him.

The fear was evident but so was the unnamed feeling same from the day he had seen before, locked onto the way moisture sat atop your lips and quivery they were calling him to devour and satiate his thirst , how your eyes glistened from tears you had spilled out and how beauteous you were, the fear combined with your entrancing beauty had him unable to control himself , this wasn't the time or the day but he was painfully hard. 

He pulled the string open to his salwar, torturing himself with the slowness, he had not felt this way in months, he had not felt this unrestrained when he was cutting off Arshad’s damn neck. The shallow broken breaths and how close they were to his skin moments ago was a catalyst to the fire. He wrapped his rugged hand tight around his twitching long, eyes rolling back at the sensation, fuck he did not even know your name but you already felt his. He had encountered the softness of your palm in between the pulling and pushing, shuddering at the idea of you holding his throbbing cock instead of him. 

He ran his hand up and down, stopping at the top to catch the pre cum from his mushroomy head to make the action more slick, fisting his hard length with the brewing possessiveness in his heart. He rejoiced in your fear because he understood that's not what it was alone continuing the rhythm with eyes closed and all that stayed at his closed eye lids was your face, the trembling screams and screech and what send him over edge was the recallment of you whispering his name so low it got carried away in the breeze, but he heard and the way you said said it between your struggles like you had known him all his life, the familiarity pairing sickly with the distress and that damn saintly white he had derelict-ed.

For the time his release shot out, sticking to his own hands and stomach you were a parizad in his eyes.

a/n - yaay its finnally here had been stalling it for weeks now, hope you all would like it I promise the reader was only completely helpless for this chap baaki there is more to unfurl about the family as well lots of angst

@laal-pari @gulaabjamun08 @blossomedfloweroflove @precioussophia @gehra-hua @dollyskinsblog @debsreads21@crimsontraditiongolem @anxiousbeeing @stoicepochmaw @sea-breeze-in-my-hair, @yourindianbabydoll @twinblueflamee@cloudyparadoxqueen @prettylady2006 @maroonphase @mujhekoimarsbhejdo @chai-ke-sath-parleg @carbonaramarinara @shadyalpaca13 @readerhahahaidk @sahaar @mai-apni-favorite-nahi-hoon @idonthavechatpateusernamed @granddynamonovajbvgjjj @manniexo @thepjnight @m3hr33n33 @chocolate-and-trouble @abolitionistlawpluscoffee, @neelom @rini4everdreaming @mynotesapptbh @goodnightkatherine @doesntmatteryawwrr @heavenlit-34 @hcneymark @itstiaofficial @lucidtempesthoe @persephone990 @adityami @ppinkitten @carbonaramarinara @prettylady2006 @foolishlyradiantshrine @rabbdaradio @uzairpagluuuu @rehmanhatesdosa @work-of-procrastination @blossomedfloweroflove @sinnoire @goldenharrysworld@dhoodhsoda @gloriouspurpose01

We all have experienced numerous days in our lives where we feel that every entity in the universe is plotting against us. Uzair was going through a similar situation, he was having a horrible day. His morning was ruined when he spilled his chai over his kurta, which coerced him into taking a shower and changing so as to remove that stench and residue.

 His day became progressively worse when he reached the factory and was met with a broken machine caused due to a worker's blunder. This in turn led to the delay of the consignment and he had to bear the brunt of Rehman Bhai’s anger because it was an important deal and would cost them a significant amount of funds. 

Above all, he did not have the time or the energy to talk to you and hear you chat about your day, he was terribly missing your voice as it would always provide him solace whenever his day went haywire. Uzair’s longing to hold  you increased with each passing minute he spent at the factory, he just wanted to see you, wrap his arms around you and breath in your scent which would immediately calm his nerves but he was currently stuck at the factory, having to deliver the shipment himself, because apparently he was supposed to do it since he had been negligent in supervising the job (yeah uzi baby get punishment). 

When Uzair reached home late and night, he did not waste a single moment and dialed you up, you picked it up within the first few rings and he would be lying to himself if he did not involuntarily sigh and place his hand on his heart when he heard your soft, a quenching bestowal to his soul “Hello..” the voice reached him broken distributed phone signals of his nokia but over all city interference it was still so sweetly yours.

“Kya kar rahi ho, meri jaan?” he said lovingly as if leaning more into the phone would bring him to you

“Achha ab ja kar yaad ayi meri?,” you spoke whispering into the phone your puerile frustration evident

“Aisa nahi hai. Pura din tumhe yaad kar raha tha. Tadap raha tha tumse baat karne ke liye.”

“Mujhe nahi lagta, agar yaad ati toh ek toh call karte..pata hai subah se das sms kar chuki hoon mai” your voice got lower into murmurs but only more intense 

“Aree jaanu tum toh jaanti hi ho factory ka kaam aur aaj din toh itna bakwaas gaya ki puchu mat” 

“Baadh mei jaaye aapki factory ka kaam” you exclaimed but the voice barely carried to his ears

“Tum itne dheere kyu baat kar rahi ho? Kya hua”

“Kuch nahi bas Zaid so raha hai, vo uth gaya toh abbu tak baat phela dega humaari” you hushed watching down at Zaid who was curled into your chest

“Kya me tumhe milne aa sakta hu? Bohot yaad aa rahi hai. Tumhe dekhe bina neend nahi ayegi..” he spoke, his voice tinged with hope and longing as he awaited your reply.

“Nahi nahi, bohot risky hai, Zaid uth gaya toh problem ho jayega,” you denied firmly.

“Meri jaan please, tumse milne ke liye bechain ho rahi hu. Please main bohot dhyaan rakhkar aaunga aur zyada shor bhi nahi hoga.” The draining affairs of the day made him sound almost desperate.

Hearing the ache in his voice as he pleaded,made you caved in because you wanted to meet him too, “Theeke aa jana par zara bhi shor mat karna, Zaid bohot gehri neend me hai, Agar abbu ko pata chal gaya toh masla ho jayega.”

The transition in his voice from throbbing to elated was quick and he replied with a “Abhi aya” in a bustling tone before the line on the other end went dead.

You had to control your cry of excitement so as to not wake Zaid up who was curled against you. Your happiness was short lived when you felt him stir and look up at you with his bleary eyes and ask you sluggishly in his adorable voice.

“Aap kisse baat kar rahe the?”

Despite having the look of a deer caught in headlights on your face you replied with barely contained anxiety, “Koi mahi bas Afsana see baat kar rahi thi. Tum so jao.”

Even in his sleep addled haze he had the energy to ask more questions 

“Kya baat kar rahe the?,” Zaid inquired.

“Kuch nahi baccha. Bas padhai ki baat chal rahi thi. Tum please so jao varma Ammi hume dategi.”

This frantic attempt to put him to sleep were futile because Zaid’s inquisitiveness overruled his desire to sleep.

“Kaisi padhai ki baat kar rahe the?” His voice growing more curious.

“Arre baba so jao-”

“Nahi sona mujhe. Aapse baat karni hai.” He sat up on the bed and looked at you with a soft smile. Your heart melted at the sight but it struck you that Uzair was coming to meet you and Zaid was showing no signs of drowsiness.

You texted Uzair a string of messages stricken with panic,

“UZAIR ABORT MISSION”

“MAT AANA ZAID UTH GAYA”

“UZAIR”

“ARRE MESSAGE DEKHO” 

Meanwhile, Uzair was driving his jeep, humming a random song’s tune, his phone was in the glove box and he did not see the messages 

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

Uzair has snuck into your house far too many times one can count. You had gotten together when you were young so he knew every nook and corner of your fathers estate, he knew from which way to enter, how to bypass the cameras and the security guards too, even climbing into your room through your balcony has become purely a muscle memory for him, something he could even do when intoxicated or sleepy.

He climbed into your balcony with expert precision, stealthy enough not to make a single sound. His first and obvious instinct was to jump into the room and shower you with kisses, his eyes widened in panic and he felt his heart thump loudly against his ribcage but it was too late, he was here now and yes you were there plopped against the pillow that rested at the headboard  but so was your brother sitting up straight and staring directly at him with big curious eyes. 

Zaid did not know the pole of a man who looked mildly (very) terrifying standing in his and his aapi’s room.

“Aapi ye kaun hai?” 

You felt your heart in your throat, not knowing what to answer, the first instinct that came to your mind was to pretend nothing was there so you replied perplexed with barely concealed trepidation (its my fav word sorry)

“Kaha kaun hai?”

“Vo balcony ke idhar.” Zaid pointed to where Uzair was standing like a man struck by lighting.

“Arre baccha kuch nahi udhar,” ypu replied with utmost sincerity

“Par aapi vo darawne dikhte hai,” zaid inched closer to you, curling into your chest to ease his fears

“Shhh so jao, so jao. Aaj kal bohot horror movies dekh rahe ho tum phir raat ko sote nahi ho tum,” you chided him, feeling a twinge of guilt scolding the poor child.

“Par-“

“Par var kuch nahi so jao shh,” you patted his head so he would sleep quickly.

It was no easy feat to put this mini thunderstorm to sleep, he kept squirming, 

“Aapi kahani sunao,” he asked pouting because he knew you would fall for it 

“Konsi sunao?”

“Koi bhi :))”

You started narrating a very made up on the spot story of how Spider Man and Barbie once saved the world from an evil dracula.

Uzair was hearing you narrate this obviously fictional story with nothing but love in his eyes , he was entranced, he watched Zaid curled into you, how you gently ran your hand through the child’s hair, while the other patted his back, mathe hard lines of his face morphing into a soft expression, his usually aloof self had an imperceptible smile on his face.

After a lot of squirming and questions about the fantastic story he finally fell asleep and you and Uzair collectively sighed in relief. You gently shifted Zaid so both of you were comfortable.

Uzair treaded closer with calculated steps, wary enough not to make a sound and sat on the bed at a glacial pace so as to not wake Zaid up, with that mischievous twinkle in his eyes you knew what he was upto. You shook your hide trying to fight the wide smile that said your surrender to his charm,

“ Please jaanu bas ek baar I missed you so much” “ I missed you too” you whispered, tucking your hair behind your ears, watching him inch closer till your nose touched, you giggled low, closing your eyes, tilting your head up further. 

He pressed his slips slow against your, moving in a steady rhythm that drowned all the stress and havoc for the day for him and all the lingering insecurity and restlessness from yours, he pull back gently to find you still smiling that sweet smile eyes closed, he couldn't resist giving you a peck to your forehead saying against the skin “ I love you” “ I love you too”  

You blinked up, “Bas ab jao” He pouted, dragging his lips down the arch of your cheek to breathing heavy at your the crook of your neck, “ Ngh” You clutched at the bedsheets moaning softly as she started to suckle on the skin, “ Uzair” You warned but your own voice breaked “ Uzair please koi uth jayega” You hissed biting on your lips, his teeth were grazing hard enough to leave a mark and you it was intentional getting back at you for the trick you pulled off last week by emptying out his cigarette box and filling it with rolled paper.

You were about to give in like you did to his charm almost every time when you heard the small squeak beside you, “ AAPI DRACULA!” “Kaha mujhe toh nahi dikh raha” Uzair grinned tipping off his head, ignoring the dead glare you gave him all while trying to sush Zaid back to sleep.

The next morning you dressed incredibly modest in accordance with the girl you were, the dupatta draped over your neck so deliberately that it looked like you had spent all morning trying to perfect it ( you had). You were the last one to sit at the table because of the time you had put into perfecting your appearance, it had a reason of course; you required your parents’ permission to go out with your “friend”(Its Uzair), so you had to look as if you were obedience personified and partly to hide the purple mark blooming on your neck

You noticed had been playing with the food on your plate for a while, you braced yourself and were just about to speak when Zaid said,

“Baba mene kal humare kamre me dracula dekha.”

You almost choked on your food, your father questioned back, perplexed,

“Dracula?”

“Haa baba lamba, dadhi th-”

You had to intervene before he exposed your secret and possibly be the reason for the future confinement in your room,

“Baba iski baat mat suno aap, horror movies dekhta rehta hai aur bolta hai Dracula dikh gaya, uska vehem tha”

You added “Vaise baba…mujhe vo..”

“Kya?”

“Baba aaj mujhe apni dost ke saath bahar jaana hai….”

There was four seconds of silence before your father replied, almost interrogating

“Kyu jana hai? Aur kaha jaana hai?”

“Bas..idhar hi Baba, uske ghar hi jaungi, aur 8 baje tak vapis aa jaungi”

You could heart your heart beating in your ear as you awaited for your fathers reply

“Theek hai, chali jao, par sirf uske ghar pe, aur kidhar nahi, aur Zaid ko bhi leke jao apne saath”

“KYU?” your voice sounded a little too anxious at the prospect of taking Zaid with you

“Iska kya matlab hai, me aur tumhari ammi ghar par nahi hai aaj, toh iska khayal kaun rakhega, agar jaana hai toh isse bhi leke jao varna ghar par raho tum dono” You knew one line they didn't say out loud, Zaid was supposed to be their second head, chaperoning you everywhere you went so you not even by accident end up with a boyfriend, but you were also headstrong and ended with the very opposite of your parents idea - with a gangster as your lover, and little did they knew their small munchkin was on your side more than he was on theirs. 

“Nahi nahi, leke jaati hu me isse apne saath,” you said, accepting your defeat.

You turned your head to the side to look at Zaid who was beaming up at you because he was going to have fun with his aapi today and felt a little bad for feeling so stingy about bringing him along but it wasnt for Zaid but for the fact that what you were going to tell him? Explain to him about Uzair.

You had gotten ready by noon, wearing a short dark blue kurti paired with jeans but by the time you were down, Zaid was already bouncing off the walls, unable to contain his excitement.

“Aapi chale jaldi please”

“Arre baccha ruko, itni kya jaldi hai”

You offered him your hand which he willingly grabbed and started skipping instead of walking. Your original plan included your driver dropping you off outside your friend’s house and Uzair picking you up from there. The plan remained the same but now you had to reveal your relationship with Uzair to Zaid or else would definitely vomit everything out in front of your father. Despite Zaid being almost 2 decades younger than you (yeah parents got no chill) , he knew the majority of your secrets and he kept them to himself, although it required occasional bribing but you knew they were safe so him knowing about Uzair would not be a major issue unless he revealed it in excitement.

The car ride came to an end outside your friends house and both of you got down, you waited for the driver to leave still not going inside, Zaid asked,

“Aapi hume andar jaana hai na?”

“Nahi, hum kidhar aur jaa rahe hai..”

He was very delighted to hear that, his eyes lit up,

“Sach?! Kidharr??!!”

“Shh shh zor se mat bolo, clifton beach jaa rahe hai, kisiko batana nahi okay? Promise?”

“Pinky promise nahi bataunga!!”

He had not been to the beach in a while, mostly because your parents were unavailable due to both political and business matters and unfortunately you had college to attend and you couldn’t always take him. The happiness emanating from him made your heart swell

“Aapi hum kaise jaa rahe hai beach pe?”

“Vo…ek gaaadi ayegi aut usme hum bethke jayenge”

As if on cue, a jeep came right in front of you, Uzair got down to open the door for you and both Zaid and Uzair shared two seconds of eye contact. Zaid tugged at the sleeve of your kurti to whisper,

“Aapi ye toh dracula hai :0”

“Baccha aisa nahi kehte, its not nice. Chalo gaadi me baith te hai”

You picked him up to place him in the back seat and occupied the front seat. Zaid was still not over the fact that the man driving the car could be dracula, he had to make sure he was not to keep him and his aapi safe, he inquired,

“Aapka naam kya hai?”

“Uzair,” Uzair replied without looking behind. His tone carried a certain softness which he generally did not use

“Aap karte kya hai?”

“Kaam karta hu..”

“Kaisa kaam?”

That was the question, Uzair did not have a child safe answer to but he had to say something so he just said,

“Factory me kaam karta hu..”

“Kaisi factory?”

Uzair muttered an imperceptible “Ya Allah” under his breath whereas you had to put your palm over your mouth to prevent laughter erupting from you at this little interrogation.

Uzair was mildly exasperated now, not at the child but at the absurdity of his question but he still answered,

“Nakli bandooko ki factory me…”

“Matlab vo toy vaaali?! :0” 

“Ha..”

“Woooow :0”

Throughout the whole ride, Zaid was interrogating Uzair to reassure his and his sisters safety, he was satisfied but you had to chide him quite a few times because the questions were never ending, when you finally reached Clifton Beach Zaid looked like he had been handed the moon, his eyes were all wide and bright and a wide smile on his face because he could not contain his happiness. He basically dragged you closer to the shore, his feet leaving small imprints on the sand.

All three of you sat a little farther away from the shore, Zaid felt like he was dreaming because everything today had been according to his own wishes. You ran a hand through his hair to fix them and asked him,

“Maza aa raha hai na?”

“Ha aapi bohot aa raha hai,” he snuggled closer to you and you kissed his forehead.

“Kuch khana hai?”

Zaid nodded eagerly before saying , “Ice cream” with a wide grin, smiling ear to ear

“No- tumhe bukhar ho jayega” Uzair wanted to charm the boy so he slipped between your command, flashing Zaid a ‘I am the cool-er person here smile’ 

Uzair tried to play the good cop, patted Zaid’s back 

“Ek baar se kuch nahi hota, me leke aata hi tumhe chahiye toh”

Zaid’s reaction was the complete opposite of what Uzair had expected , instead of being happy and liking Uzair, Zaid had just narrowed his eyes and side eyed him …he clearly wasn't having it, nothing for the man who looked like a dracula and tried to suck his sister blood, he wasn't impressed not at all.Uzair was thoroughly confused and gave you a look which said, “Maine kiya kya?”

Zaid just scooted closer to you, leaning against your arm, and questioned,

“Aapi hum inhe apne saath kyu leke aye hai?”

You had to reveal it to him now, he was going to find out one day or the other and him being quite perceptive would not have a hard time understanding it either so you cleared your throat before answering him,

“Yeh mere boyfriend hai….”

“Aapka boyfriend hai?!” His voice had gotten squeaky due to the sheer disbelief in his expression.

“Zor se mat bolo! Ha hai! Baith ja ab” 

Zaid stared at Uzair for a good twenty seconds before just nodding. You needed the approval of the child , even if you did not want to,

“Kaise lage tumhe ye?”

“Matlab….theek hi hai..par yahi mile the aapke  :(  ?” Zaid was very concerned as to why his beautiful, dearest sister decided to love ‘this’ and above all he looked like a terrifying monster from his dreams, he was quite frankly disappointed in her taste

“Par ab tumhe pasand aye kya? Ye tumhe spider man aur iron man laake denge”

Uzair looked so hopeful as if his entire worth and future was dependant on a toddlers a statement

“Voh toh baba bhi laake dete hai aur aap bhi usmei kya naya hai” Uzair held his hand to his heart dramatically to signify the hurt caused, “ Aise nahi bolte, dekho kitne acche hai na bhaiya” You squeezed Uzair’s cheek to make him look less scary for Zaid, for him to watch how easily you could handle this 6 feet two giant. “ yeh dekho yeh tumhe life sized spider man denge, tumse bhi taller” Zaid eyes shot up, and he nodded for once a happy quick nod. “  Sach mei!?” 

Uzair saw the opportunity, he wasn't going to let it go to waster, “ Haan mai la sakta hoon, tumhari height ka double” He lied, there weren't any shop that was selling this but he was going to make it happen so technically it wasn't a lie. 

“ Bhaiya kitne acche hai!”

You seized the opportunity to make Zaid like Uzair more and added,

“Haina! Aur vo na tumhe jo chahiye vo chocolate lake denge aur pata hai tumhe vo tumhe hotwheels ka pura set bhi denge”

“Sach?! Phir toh ye mujhe bohot pasand aa gaye!!” Zaid was on cloud nine, giggling and excited like a puppy that had heard all his favourite words, Uzair sighed relieved that he still had his charm with kids the one he has developed over time by handling Naeim and Faisal. 

You walked a bit further with them and Zaid was bombarding him with questions he did not know how to react with, because Zaid was still convinced that this man was a dracula despite how many times you had corrected him, but at least they were getting along now.

When the sound of the water crashing against each other get louder Zaid turned his head watching the waves meet and and froth at the edges, seeing the small distraction Uzair simply held your hand getting a moment to watch you leisurely this was not the date he had signed up for but it felt more than good to be included into your family in some way. 

“ Acchi lag rahi hoo” He whispered fondly and you smiled resting your head on his bicep and he flexed it of course he did, you just rolled your eyes. Zaid had turned back watching the spectacle now a little concerned at why you are standing so close to the dracula other than that he was fine, he did not really know what the boyfriend meant apart from the fact that it made his parents scrunch up their face or from the movies he had heard it being said.

“ Aapi boyfriend kya hota hai” 

“ Boyfriend..yaani ke hum dono ek dusre ko pasand karte hai ” 

“ OH” he blinked once before nodding, understanding the concept 10 times more he did before 

“Lekin ek baat toh tumhe mai batana hi bhul gayi…”

“Konsi?”

“Dekho mujhe ye bhaiya pasand hai aur inhe me, toh me toh unhi ke saath rahungi na, aapka saath kaise rahu? Nikaah ke baad toh ye mujhe leke chale jayenge”

You could see the colour leave Zaid’s face

“Kya?!”

“Haa puchh lo khud inse”

Zaid turned to Uzair to ask him,

“Aap meri aapi ko le jaoge?” his eyes were glassy with unshed tears 

“Unse kya poochh rahe ho baccha? Me bata rahi hu vo leke jayenge par tumhe toh bada vala spiderman milega na. Ab batao tumhe ye achhe lage?”

Zaid’s gaze drifted downwards , he was staring at his palms, the idea of having a spider man toy larger than him sounded appealing but it meant his Aapi would leave

“Nahi achhe lage..” his voice suddenly sounded small, lips pursing into a pout, he waddled forward pushing his small hands  at both your legs so you two would stand apart, he slapped at Uzair’s legs once before clinging to yours, “ Nahi ..aap inke saath nahi jaogi” “ Aree kyu? acche hai na bhaiya kitne” 

“Bilkul achhe nahi hai ye,” he huffed and locked his arms around your legs

“Aisa nahi bolte kisike baare me,” you tried to gently reprimand him but the waterworks began, it always made you panic when Zaid would start crying, currently Uzair was panicking more than you were.

“Mai kya karu?!” Uzair was alarmed beyond limits this was his first chance to impress her family and he failed at it miserably

“Kuch mat karo, Uzair. Ruko”

You picked Zaid up, he immediately wrapped his arms around your neck, his face in the crook of your neck, as he let the tears fall freely. The sniffles broke your heart

“Nahi nahi kahi nahi jaa rahi hai, tumhare paas hi rahungi. Ye bhaiya mujhe nahi le jayenge pakka”

“Sach?” He needed to be reassured that his aapi was going to stay with him for the rest of his life

“Sacchi. Pinkie promise. Pehle rona bad kar do” you wiped his tears before he buried his face in the crook of your neck again

Uzair looked mildly offended when you told Zaid he was not taking you with him. He mouthed to you, “Mai toh leke jaunga” you shot him a glare while rubbing Zaid’s back the action made him shut up real quick 

Zaid mumbled something which was meant for you but it was loud enough for Uzair to hear too

“Agar ye apko leke gaye toh mai inko marunga..”

“Kya karoge aap? Idhar dekh ke batao jara,” you were fighting every facial muscle trying not to laugh.

“Main inko marunga,” he said with utmost seriousness, even crossing his arms trying to look intimidating

Uzair se “Tumhari aapi meri hai, me toh leke jaunga inhe”

“Nahi meri aapi hai! Mai roz kulfi khata hu! Body banti hai usse! Me aapko marunga”

“Accha mai toh darr hi gaya” Zaid cries were changed into this childish anger seeing the smug smile on his face and Uzair was doing it intentionally to distract him and at this point it was fun to watch something so little threaten him. So he stood his hands crossed over chest grinning widely. 

“Zaid tumhe pata hai inhone meri kissi lene ki try kiya” Uzair raised his eyebrows at the said ‘accusation’ and nodded proudly 

“Chhhi meri aapi ko sirf me kissi dunga” He hugged your face so as to protect you if Uzair tried to kiss you

“Koi nahi beta ek baar tum jao toh fir tumhari didi meri” Zaid look back over his shoulder, sticking out his tongue “ Bleh :p” 

“Par maine bola na tumhari aapi meri hai, kuch aur din vo tumharien saath hai, badme toh mai uthake le jaunga”

Zaid's chubby face shifted, he was still a kid after all and breaking into big ugly sobs was the usual so he did once again “Uzair tum bhi! Bacche ko rulate ho! Sorry bolo use”

“Sorry…par mene jhooth thodi kaha..”

“Shh!” It took you a while to soothe him this humming soft, patting the back of head slow and gentle in continuous motion that made him sleepy and fall asleep in your arms, you gave Uzair a tired nudge resting on his shoulder feeling sleepy yourself, he picked you both up placing you ever so carefully in the backseat and got to driving, bribed the driver to keep it hush shifting you from one car to another himself as you snored in sync with Zaid. 

Now since Zaid was aware of your little secret your ‘ innocent’ brother had made its life purpose to use it as an active threat, and made it mandatory to chaperone you every time you went out to meet Uzair. For the first days it was cute but now Uzair could not make out with his jaan, or let alone talk dirty on phone because her little brother was lurking around always and turned into both of them glaring foolishly at each other whenever they met eyes. 

In another one of those instances you found yourself at Uzair’s haveli since you had baked a cake, while you were in the kitchen trying to cut it properly in symmetry Uzair was finding the perfect movement to slip out and he did when Zaid became entranced with the gun on his wall ( decorative piece), he scurried to the kitchen, getting a hold of you from behind, his large hands going to wrap around yours waist as he swept you off the floor, twirling you once making you giggle.,

“ Bas bas koi dekh lega”

 You hushed him jumping out of his hold, but he wasn't having it, he needed a kiss. 

He pressed his lips against yours carrying the sweet yet desperate rhythm for almost two minutes before you pinched his arm,

 “ Bhaiya bhabhi ghar par hai tumhare sharam nahi hai tumhe” 

“ Trust me I have walked in on them doing worse” 

He licked the frosting off the cake making you tut once again, 

“ Uzair manners”

 “Arre yaar ek baar aur bas” He leaned in pointing his finger at his cheek impatiently, “ Jao na pareshan mat karo” “ Ek baar na jaanu please” You sighed pressing a quick peck, “ Ab jao”

Uzair got what he wanted, a mean to piss off the kid in the bedroom, yes he knew he was being pathetic putting up beef with a *idk remember the age* but it was so much fun. He stepped back inside one hand on his cheek to cheek cover the pink lipstick mark you left slowly uncovering the mark for well... dramatic effect

"Yeh kya hai? " Zaid shamed him from across the room eyeing the obvious outline of lips,

"Tumhari didi ne diya"

Zaid gasped in absolute betrayal, " Nahi ho hi nahi sakta unhone promise kiya tha"

" Ab toh hogaya" He smirked leaning at the wall " Ab toh mai tumhaari didi ko le jaunga"

Zaid gasped in absolute betrayal, " Nahi ho hi nahi sakta unhone promise kiya tha"

" Ab toh hogaya" He smirked leaning at the wall " Ab toh mai tumhaari didi ko le jaunga"

Zaid could not fathom the sheer betrayal, “No- didi meri hai bola na maine aapko? Me aapko maaru kya?” He stood up on the bed but still looked comically small compared to Uzair sitting on the bed

“Accha kya? Aap toh itne chhotu se ho? Kaise maroge mujhe?” Uzair did not feel an ounce of guilt for harassing the poor child.

“Me chhota nahi hu! Ye dekho meri body!” Zaid showed his noodle-chubby arm which made Uzair burst out laughing 

“Isse kya hi hoga mera?”

This made Zaid pout and he huffed before pushing Uzair with all the strength his small form could muster, it did not even move Uzair by a micrometer which frankly bruised Zaid’s ego

“Meri did sirf mujhse pyaar karti hai aapse nahi!” 

“Agar vo aapse pyaar karti toh vo aapko kissi deti lekin unhone kissi toh mujhe di matlab vo aapse pyaar nahi karti.” It was so childish of Uzair to bully a 4 year old but it was fun so he was going to let himself enjoy it. He even stuck his tongue out at the child to vex him even more

This provoked Zaid even more he started throwing pillows at Uzair which he caught effortlessly, what Zaid did not realise was that while throwing the nearest objects at Uzair he yeeted your phone at him which went flying straight at the wardrobe and then on the ground.

The gravity of the situation dawned upon Zaid and both of them just looked at each other

“Oopsie…” Zaid got down from the bed in a hurry to pick up the phone, and all he saw was random coloured lines on the phone and the screen just bounced forward.

“Ab didi margegi mujhe..” the fear in his voice evident as he looked up at Uzair

“Nahi maregi…mai  kuch karta hu”

“Pakka na?” Zaid looked like he was about to cry thinking maybe the tears would make his sister go easy on him

“Ha pakka ,arre mere baap rona band karo aap pehle,” Uzair picked Zaid up, rubbing his back, “Aap Faisal ke saath khelne jao me dekh leta hu sab, okay?”

Zaid nodded before Uzair put him down and he went sprinting downstairs

Uzair didn't want him to have his first heartbreak of her sister getting upset at him and yet and he knew it was half his fault too at provoking a fight in the first place, Zaid needed some lesson to be grounded for his occasional violent outburst but Uzair found himself unable to handle his crying face, not even letting you catch the whiff who was actually behind the incident and too all the blame and scolding on himself.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

Zaid got back at the gesture when you finally had to declare it to your parents that you were in a relationship and had been for more than 2 years now that too with a notorious gangster and now you wanted to marry him- maybe you shouldn't have dropped all the bombs at once. Scolding was invietable at this point, you stood with your hands folded in the front as the taunts got louder and louder weighing down your shoulders when he decided to step in, standing 4 feet tall in front of your parents with a fiercly protective stance, the braveness making your heart melt

" Voh dracula hai toh kya hau bahut acche hai" that did ease some of the tension

Although they didn't stop fighting all together and how could you forget the heartbreakingly loud sobs he let out when the decorated car came to take you away from the venue to his house on the day of your nikaah, so much so Uzair had to pick him up and take him along in the car with you both what he didn't expect was to find Zaid sitting wide awake on their bed on their wedding night, you held in laughing seeing the life leave his face, he was not going to fight for his now WIFE with her little brother, might as well parcel the kid back home. 

a/n- no i dont think blue is for boys and pink is for yeh line dividers was a coincidence lol hehehe bale bale mere bacche ne likhe hai show some love ( threat)

thanks to mah baby @chai-ke-sath-parleg

College started out as a peaceful temporary relief from the eyes of your forebodingly strict parents , you weren't half as interested in studying as you were in attaining some sense of freedom, your parents were your dearest ? yes, but were they also suffocatingly conservative and scared to let you out? Also yes

You course sat on the sidelines , study didn't have a knack for you but the ambition to score good did, so after time you learned to gobble up books you didn't fancy just for the sake of seeing an high score on the paper, you had girls you can call friends, girls who didn't judge you for your overly naive understanding of the world or the fact that you needed assurance to cross the road for the first few months, everything would have been if you weren't met with him, the day of your college fest that marked one of year of your anew life. 

For the first time in your life you had worn a dress, a dress that you had stuffed forcefully into your bag to change into it inside the college, first time all of your friends fell busy to an emergency and had to leave you alone in the late evening, they were worried of course so they wrote a small chit for you to follow, for what to tell the auto rickshaw driver and the address to go to where they were all going to meet eventually at the end of the night, you made it till there your hands clenched in a fist to attack the driver if he took a wrong but fortunately nothing happened in the auto you reached safely but your ears ringed with the sense that something was going to come your way. 

You checked the purse, shuffling through lipsticks, massacras, napkins, pads some spare change, you double checked going through every nook and corner of the leather that was half torn at the insides and yet no sign of the club ticket at all, it went up in smoke vanished like it had never existed, your first instinct was to ring up the phone but your friends hadn't reached themselves though and standing outside in a place that were a harbour for drunk was already settling off your - not used to people- brain. 

Your feet ached from the heels standing in front of the man who kept the gate closed telling him off in whispers that your friend would be here any second, and that you lost the ticket on the way but with the decibel you were speaking in he barely made out anything you were saying 

“ Y/N” 

It was a man, his voice reverberated in the dead of the night outside the club that was filled with the mixed jumbles of the songs that made out the door, a voice so distinct you froze in place, not a friend, not your relative, definitely not your father but a boy you had encountered in your early teens when you went to the Baloch Haveli with your father for work. 

You turned back slowly as if that would change the reality of you being caught, the world was a beautiful mess that night standing under the streetlights seeing the boy who once scared you standing over you as a man who terrified you,  before any words could even touch your lips he started 

“ Yeh kaise kapde phen rakhe hai tune” 

He eyed you down, piercing you with his gaze from the start of your head to the end of your bruised feet, you were decked up in a mini dress that fell mid thigh, a cleavage that plunged scandalously low. 

“ Aa.. Aap.. Yaha?. Ma.. Mai voh” 

“ Mai yaha kaam se aaya hoon…” He declared, stepping closer, “ Yeh sab kya hai y/n?” He scowled in disbelief , 

“ Aapse kya matlab”  is what you wanted to say so bad that you had to bite your tongue to hold back the words. 

“ Kya karne aayi ho yaha?”  he moved closer but in your eyes it looked like he had lunged on you with the way his grip settled on your chin lifting your head that you didn't know you had titled down to avoid his gaze. You hadn't seen him in years, this possessiveness didn't make sense, 

“ Party… meri friends bhi aa rahi hai.. Meri ticket ghum hogyi” 

You whispered your nose unwillingly, being flooded with the smell of sandalwood and cigarette butts from his hand, he shifted the hold from your chin to your cheek in a slow, daunting manner. 

“ Ladke ke saath aayi ho?” “ Nahi bilkul nahi” The rest of your words were a murmur but this was a coherent no because God bless if he said that to your dad, said any of this to your dad, “ Theek hai.. Fir, andar jaana hai?” You nodded but to Uzair it was a movement to soak in your fear , watch the way your overlined lips tremble at his proximity, how your eyes drifted side by side anywhere but his face, how your body could only see and feel one thing right now - him. 

He got off that power imbalance high before speaking again, “ Mai madad karu?” You looked back at the club, at the neon red from the banner that covered half his face but nothing could conceal the intent of his eyes and you were grown enough to tell right from wrong and Uzair he appeared he was one step away from crushing you into his arms and kiss you senseless, a thought that your made your heart beat dangerously faster, “ Nahi .. I will manage”

He shrugged back huffing a breath, your traced his hands that moved swiftly to his pocket to retrieve a cigarette and a metal lighter from the other. Perched up against the bonnet of his car away from you for now but his eyes fixed on one thing- you. You avoided it watching the line of people that made their way in, the door creaking to the buzz of the party opening and closing every few seconds at the end and the more late it got, there were more men on their bicycles performing their usual hooligans. 

You could perceive by now that they were taking extra rounds to ogle at you, whistling when they crossed by. Anxiously you pulled at the hem of your dress with one, one hand that tried to lift the front up so it can at least reach your collarbones, you knew you looked ridiculous right now but the thrum of fright was making you work against your conscience, sniffling you looked up at Uzair who was already staring at you. The one glance was enough, he strided over to you in a fraction of time his palm covering the span of your waist as he pulled you flushed into his side. 

You couldn't think anything as you delved your face into his chest crying low, engulfed by his tall frame while the soft fabric of his pathani that has turned coarse with time scuffed at your skin and your hands fisted into his suit. “ Shhh” He hand caressed the back of your head, his finger going to tread through our waves , “ Yahi pe reh” He let go partly, yanking the closest man by his collar,

 “ Maafi maang!”

Uzair spat out his cigarette rasping out in his face, “ Maafi maang bandi hai meri” the man stumbled too drunk and confused to get his words right thrown off completely by the fact that he was facing  Uzair , or that he messed with something that's his when the apology didn't come as soon as he anticipated he fell back into his vexation striking his hand hard enough against the man’s cheek. He fell back from the impact, mouth bleeding and the ring in his ear had sobered him up he knew more than enough to not get into the bad looks of the baloch brother, in front of men who runs the whole of Lyari,

 “Maaf kardo madam”

You peeked out nodding at him snapping back at Uzair who had gotten a hold of you and had started walking you to the door, his jaw shut tight, “ Mai aapki bandi kab ban gayi? UZAIR?” you winced in distress, his grip only tightened further , watching at the bouncer with vacant eyes till he opened the gate for you two, “ Uzair kya kar rahe ho?” You hissed, flailing but now enough to bother his hold on you because you were curious to see what he was trying to do.

He ‘threw’ you into the corner, face shoved up against yours

“ Main kya karoon? Kya tujhe wahan aisay hi chhor doon taaki gair mard tujhe ghoorte rahe?”

“ Aap bhi ..gair mard hi ..hoon”

you argued back at all you could breath in was him, pressed against the cold wall,

“ Hato please”

You tried inadequate enough to not budge him but enthral him closer. 

It was a fleeting memory that didn't leave your head for days when you first saw him, you were 10 in your frilly skirt, he was 17 talking to your father. You were spanning the unreal chimerical vast haveli with unblinking eyes when he leaned in to rustle your hair muttering “Motu” lovingly, your cheeks stayed puffed up for a week after that, burning with spleen. The next time you met him you were thirteen and he didn't even turn to look at you (of course) as you kept staring admiring the beauty in front of you, and between this your years passed with no conversation but he had made a mental note that you were the daughter of the man who worked at his factory and that’s all it was supposed to be and had been for years.

“ Tu ne kis qisam ke kapray pehn rakhe hain? Aur akeli bahar ghoom rahi hai?, tujhe kuch andaza hai ke tere sath kya ho sakta tha?”  

“Please Uzair hato yeh kya kar rahe ho aap” with both hands you pushed at his chest only to become entranced by how his muscles felt under your touch, the warmth of his skin radiating off of him and and the pulse of his wildly beating beating heart,

 “ College mei toh bahut shareef ban kar jaati ho” 

“ Kyunki voh college hai yeh club hai….ek second aapko kaise pata-”

 “Ek mahine se dekh raha hoon tujihe” He muttered out 

“Kya..”

He didn't care to explain himself further but his eyes had darkened significantly, your softness disparity perilously opposed to hard planes his body was, his eyes lugged at your face then to the cleavage that perched up,

“Cover kar”

He grunted tossing his vest at you,

“ Nahi karna mujhe cover..aap hato yaha se please”

He crashed his body with yours, quelling your escape with himself. He was hiding you from the view of everyone limiting the world to you both, you had known these cages, that what your life had been but you have never felt this staggered. 

“Hil mat”

“Mere friends ayege toh mujhe dhundhege” 

“Mai dekh loonga”

“Uzair-”

“Hil.mat”  he was exasperated and the you attempted one last time before coming to the salient conclusion, you weren't winning against him.

Apart from your knowledge he was also fully familiar with your friends not in the normal decent human way but in the way that he had been stalking you so precisely he was aware of all the people that dawdled in your surroundings.

Even when your friends  had found their way there he wasn't moving till you had put on his vest that didn't fit you at all but he couldn't care less if it covered some of your flesh, 

“ Yeh yaha kya kar raha hai Y/N?” 

they asked in hushed tone not daring to catch his eyes  “ Mujhe bhi nahi pata, please tolerate him for now” 

“ Tumhe bhi nahi pata ka kya matlab?”

“Family friend hai..mera khyaal rakhne aaye hai”

 Surprisingly he didn't stop you from dancing ( as if he had the right to in first place), he just stood there like a statue repelling off anyone man that came in you and your friends way, but not for once you could dance like the world around you didn't exist because he clearly did with that piercing gaze and somewhere in between you had started dancing for him. Shaking your hips to the beats with your back turned to him waiting for the fabric to ride up your thighs to give him a brief view of your lace panties , deliberately touching his skin acting as if reaching for balance or absentmindedly, you did not understand yourself what you were doing maybe getting back at him for calling you motu all those years back.

You picked up your heels into your hand following behind him out the club when the clock had struck one, “ Mai drop kardu?” He interrupted watching you all fuss over to catch a taxi, your eyes shot up meeting his  “ Ghar hi chorunga” Smugly he remarked spinning the keys of his car on his finger easily, “ Inhe chor do pehle.. Mere abbu 8  baje se phele ghar nahi aane waale aur unke hisaab se mai vaise bhi inke ghar par hoo” 

“ SHIT Y/N mai batana bhool gayi thi par tum mere ghar par nahi aa sakti infact mai bhi mere ghar nahi jaa sakti.. Vahi emergency thi sab hospital pe hai and ghar locked hai toh mai apne mama ke ghar jaa rahi hoon, we can find you hotel on the way-” “ Mere yah ruk jayegi” Uzair declared moving so fast that you couldn't even blink and found yourself in his passenger seat, another second all your friends was giggling in the backseat. 

One by one he dropped them off till it was just you two in the car, your phone flooded with messages of text to me when you got home, “ Aap sach mei mujhe apne ghar leke jaa rahe ho?” “ Haan.. Kyu tum kisi hotel mei sona prefer karogi?” “ Ghar… khaali hai?” “ Kaash hota” He stretched his arms letting go of the steering completely passing you a lazy smirk, the sleeves of his suit slid up revealing his dusted forearms , his left hand never back to the steering resting at your shoulder, you shrugged your shoulder but he didn't bother drawing circles at the bare skin humming along to the radio. 

“ Darne ki jarrurat nahi hai, bhaiya bhabhi sab ghar par hai”

 You caught back your breath throwing him a half glare 

“Mai dar nahi rahi thi aur yeh aap haath hatao”

 “ Jaise tu kahe meri jaan” 

“ EXCUSE ME? please yeh sadak chaap bad-tameezi mat karo mere saath”

 “Bad-tameezi? Aur club mei joh tum kar rahi thi voh kya tha ?” He asked derisively, his fingers drumming at the steering 

You remembered the way you tried to give him a tease dazed in the music and the setting it didn't feel so hard to do, he could not exactly do anything about it in front of your friends and perhaps that why you were so tempted to do so as well, he had scared the life out of you for a few movements and regaining back that control felt nice..until you were in a car with him locked inside with the windows shaded black

  “Maine kuch nahi.. Kiya” He didn't argue but the pink on your cheeks and the crack of your voice spoke for the both of you 

The ride came to its end in front of the one of most polished and eminent building in Lyari, their haveli touched with time the minors crack noticable but from the inside it was just as you remembered it with the glass stained arches and windows, the low hanging intricate jhumars and and all wooden furniture carved with classic designs, soon at your entrance you were met with his nephews holding their hand out from already expecting to catch Uzair doing something that will result in him giving them enough money for a month pocket money

You jumped slightly at the two but both of them looked equally shocked to find you, Uzair just sighed at himself  

“ Yeh kaun hai chachu?” Faisal exclaimed in a whisper, “ Isse kaha se utha laaye aap” Naiem added. 

“Chachi hai tumhari” He snickered, you shook your head firmly in a clear ‘NO’  “ Hone waali” Uzair said as if that made any more sense than what he said last and honestly you were blown away from the audacity “Chachu paise nikaalo” “ Baad mei le lena” “ Abhi do” They both reprimanded, you stood awkwardly with your heels in one hand, one hand holding the dress down. 

You followed Uzair to his room upstairs, you finally realised how stupid this was agreeing to come here and now he had you in HIS ROOM or maybe that's what you wanted, no it can't be, you clearly mixing up butterflies with the flight instincts in your gut to run from this place from his intense gaze,

“ Koi aur kamra nahi hai?” 

“ Hai” he said simply opening the curtains to cover the window pulling the room into darkness. You squeaked your body feeling numb from the fear

 “ Toh..mai vaha so jao” 

“Nahi”

 The careless flirt was miles better than this serious tone that gave away nothing, it did actually but  you didnt wanna admit that you threw yourself into the lion's den, 

“ Kyu nahi?” 

You walked back slow on your tip toes so he wouldn't figure out if you are moving back in the dark trying not to give away any anything to him that would make him lunge at you, 

“ Kyunki maine kaha”

 You did not reply or else your voice going distant would give him the hint,

“ Aur kitna bhaagogi?”

You steps paused, foot tangling with the bed side as you tumbled back into the plush mattress , your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the greyed outline of Uzair moving closer till he was above you, tremors ran down your whole body as his coarse hands traced down your cheek, “ Uzair please” You breathed out, “ Please kya?” He asked his finger hooking beneath the thin strap fabric of your dress that barely covered any of your shoulder it was almost a line sitting at your skin, your mind stopped working for a second before you gathered enough words to speak again,

“ Mai chilla doongi”

“ Chilla do kaun bachayega?” he creeped up closer till your breaths were one, your eyes widened at the implication of this closeness even if you were scared you licked your lips, your body working overtime against your concise. 

He threw his head back laughing loudly, “ Kitna darti ho yaar?” you sat up huffing angrily to hide how riled up you were amidst your fear, “ Yeh kaisa majaak tha?” “ Accha baba sorry.. Mai dusre room mei soo jaunga .. dont worry..,lamp yaha hai and washroom is taraf hai” he pointed at the door in one corner getting up leisurely 

“Goodnight”

“ Itni fikr hai meri?” 

“Aise bas bolte hai..manners hote hai” You fixed your clothes, pulling up the blankets to your chest “ Aapko kaise hi pata hoga” you added on in a whisper

“ Mhm? Firse bolna jara”

He said like he had taken any offence if anything he found your fussiness adorable but definitely the terror struck face was one of the best views he had encountered and he wanted to see more of it. You shook your head instantly shutting up ,it was hard not to get mouthy when he was this infuriating. 

In the morning you stripped off the sparkly sequin that stuck to your body changing back into the clothes you left the house in, a decent pista green salwar suit. 

Uzair was initially confused at the 180 when you answered the door but he could see how it complimented , the constant fight with the clothes to keep your dignity and the way you way you teased the most hidden parts to him last night now wrapped in this innocence was amusing as well as enticing-he liked your little lies. And he couldn't deny that you looked stunning last night but the grounded look had him in more of a chokehold.

“ Dress kaha gayi?” “ ..Purse mei hai” he raised his eyebrows, “ Ghar chalna hai? “ “ Haan.. Ab tak toh abbu pahuch gaye hai.. Call aaya tha unka” 

“ Bhaiya dikhe toh bol dena tum abhi aayi hoon” “ Par-” “ Baaki ka mai sambhal loonga” 

You felt so out of place trying to walk past the suspicion filled gaze of his men that saw you, acting like you belonged there in any sense of the word knowing damn well your life was back in a shabby home and even that was courtesy of Rehman, no wonder your family boasted them like they were the gods sent men and you were scared to do anything that went against what they found ‘good' a word that already did not fit in with the gangster lifestyle. 

Ulfat stopped in her place watching you walk behind Uzair like a scared mice, holding the edge of your kurta tight in a desperate attempt to disappear you were caught, and worse Rehman was also there walking to where she was, “ Uzair yeh kaun hai?” Rehman called, why him?! It would have been a billion times better if it was Ulfat doing the questioning. 

“ Yeh Rashid ki beti” “ Hi uncle” Is all you could manage over your nervousness “ Humare ghar par kya kar rahi hai” “ Mai leke aaya isse” “ Kyu?” “ Ghar aa kar bata ta hoon na bhai isse phele chor du” 

“ Kya bolege aap unhein?”  you closed the seat belt in place asking him finally,

“ Rehman bhai meri sab zidd puri karti hai, unke phele bete jaise joh hoon mai”

You stated trying to understand what he meant, scrunching up your eyebrows to comprehend what that zidd was. He relished it really that naiveness paired with boldness, that zidd was undeniably you and his Rehman bhai wasn't going to stop him on his reckless pursuit. 

The whirr of the engine came to an end a hundred metres before your house, the morning was awfully quiet today of all days it was 6 and yet no usual clutter or people were there, “ Thanks” You opened the door steadying your brain to not turn back to take second glances and just go back home when he blocked your path, you found yourself against the bonnet fiddling with your dupatta to avoid the cinnamon, cigarette smell of him, or the fact he had yet again scared the life out of you.

“ Uzair-” “ Itni shareef toh ho nahi tum ki tumhe samajh nahi aayien ki mujhe kaya chaiye” “ Kya chaiye?”  his eyes drifted to your lips without any shame, “Bilkul nahi” You gasped moving away but he was quicker, more wrecked then you would have imagined,  his both hands slapped against the bonnet at either side of the body easily caging you in. “ "Tu janti hai mujhe is lams ki talab hai” You had noticed it before the way they  had become his attention undivided from everything else but the raw gritty voice made your skin crawl 

“ Mujhe nahi pata aur mai yeh sab nahi karti” You fidgeted with your clothes stealing glances at him who seemed to be only getting closer by the passing second , you turned your head away quick when he was almost about to kiss you making him tut once because he saw how your lips had already parted in anticipation but still you wanted to be defiant, his hands skidded at the metal surface creating a screeching sound before they settled right beside your both hips hands brushed against your covered skin but still enough to burn you from inside.

“ tumhare baap ka ghar yaha se do minute bhi door nahi hai, batao mai unhe ki unki beti kaha thi raat bhar? kya phenti hai kaha jaati hai”

you choked on your words he couldn't be seriously blackmailing you right now? But his expression was clear as day. It was hard to differentiate the man often. If he was joking he was dead serious and for now he looked serious.  It's just a kiss - you told yourself gulping down hard to face closing your eyes.

 “ Yeh sahi nahi hai jo aap kar rahe hai-” You blinked up once to find the viscous all drowning need on his face that didn't belong to these soft blissful mornings, you squirmed under it. your body finding a place to hide which you couldn’t.

“ Acchi baat hai ki mujhe ghanta farq nahi padta ke main sahi kar raha hoon ya galat. Aur agar tujh pe haq jatana bura hai ... toh mujhe bura hi ban na hai. Rok sakti hai toh rok le"

He sealed your lips with his, his head tilted so he could devour you as if nectar dripped from your lips, as if you were flesh plump washed up with rain, sucking the tender low lips with his. You stood like a statue soaking in the veneration. It was a slow careful kiss, his hands finally sliding up from the bonnet to hold your hips even though there was no need to, you weren't moving anyways not in this life. Uzair’s beard grazed at your skin in contrast to the softness his lips moved with, you were tempted to kiss back like it would not have any consequences.

 Your lips separated with a soft sigh, moving your head along with his in a trance he welcomed the movement his large hand cupping the back of your head with a satisfied hum at your surrender, while the other rubbed circles at your hips that treacherous heat travelled straight to in between your legs, he only pulled back when he saw he saw the usual crowd leave their house but he still did not want to let go of the warmth, his lips catching at your cheek instead 

“ Aise hi acchi lagti hai, jab shareef banke rahti ho” 

He spread open the fabric of your dupatta, the cloth spanning over your shoulder down to your chest, completely covering the silhouette, he was lying you looked good either way but he had seen the way you teased that thin strip, he was beyond worried if that display existed for anyone else, 

“ Dhang se chunni ood ke jaaya kar college ab se varna sach mei teri padhai band kara doonga” The foulness returned with full force and so did the tremble of your body but you could not find any words to defend yourself right now, how would you look uttering them with your now swollen lips . He tossed his phone at you catching you off guard, he had brought a new blackberry messenger to talk with you putting back his iphone at phone, “ Number daal isme apna” You opened your mouth to say no , “ Jaldi kar varna koi dekh lega” the urgency of the familiar faces emerging out from their house made your finger press into the keypad before you knew it.

The validation of being worshipped was so blinding you forgot your fear, the logicality of how reckless he was, how volatile he was

“ Milne ayegi mere se?” You had picked up the call he gave you after your third lecture, the name Janwar baloch on your screen 

“Kyu pareshaan karte ho aap college mei hoon abhi”

You muttered but pulled the phone closer to your ear,

“ Chal na, joh bolegi voh khilaunga”

“ Sach mei?!!!”

“ Haan toh ab bol chalegi?”

“ Bas khaane ke liye aa rahi hoon aapke liye nahi” 

“ Haan bilkul” “ Kaha aau?” “ Gate ke bahar tak” “ Aap yaha ho?” “ Haa toh” 

You bit back your smile, blushing into the phone and just like that you were eating the infamous chaat while he watched quietly but so fondly you felt like you would melt, “ Ice cream khayegi?” he asked when your mouth was already full from the last overly filled scoop you took, you nodded enthusiastically. He wiped the cream from the side of your mouth gently watching you still with that unspoken adoration and the way you tried to ignore the warmth in your heart. It did not take long for these meeting to become the staple and for it be usual for you to be pressed up in a shady alleyway wall making out with him at least twice a week, your fingers fisted in his hair and shirt not ready to let him go each time, kissing him back with the same frenzy as his in which teeth met before lips. 

It was one of those days again but it just got intense with the wet sound of lips smacking together Uzair hands weren't tangled in your hair or gracing the nape of your neck but pulling you up by thighs, you complied wrapping them around his waist only pulling him closer comical view with how modestly you were decked up. You swept your tongue along his only feeling more enticed from the change of position your back scraped at the brick wall, your tongue brushed at his sensitive palette and he groaned hip hips jerking up and then you felt it. A rock hard feel poking in between your legs, he thrust forward once before hurriedly putting you down, turning away from you to compose himself. 

“ Sorry Y/N”

But that groan has stayed with you keeping you from falling asleep you and the concept of time has slipped from your mind every time you closed your eyes you were there again in his arms again wondering how it would have gone if he didn't control himself, you pressed your thighs together to relieve some sighing at another unsuccessful attempt to fall asleep. Tentatively you reached down into your pyjamas, fingers fiddling to find that sweet bud that always throbbed at the thought of him, you had one picture of him in your phone, the one phone you had sent over to yourself secretly by his phone. You were ashamed but this was your own room. It's not like anyone was going to know, you turned on your phone, it was 2:00 am- goddamit. You found his photo ,the ache only growing at the vision, your finger pressing firmly at the clit, you started drawing small circles, eyes glued to the phone when the notification popped up of his name. 

Your  heart jumped and you instantly pulled back your hand 

Uzair rn- 

Bra ki strap kyu dikh hai 😡😡

You were honestly disappointed that's all he had to  say to the sleazy picture you sent him. Maybe it was you whose head was in the gutter. 

8 months passed in the same serendipity and to your luck he had not asked the quintessential question of whether with was serious and from the way he lived his live you could deduce that much at least it was not for him, and you had only recently discovered that he carried two phones , he might have as well written on his forehead at this point that you were not the only girl he was seeing  so you started ignoring him as he +leaned outside your college gate every odd day, You gave him the cold shoulder walking straight ahead deliberately making sure your dupatta wasn't in place just to irritate him a step further “ Oh hello kaha?” “ Aapse kya?” “ Mujhse kya? Meri bandi hai tu-” You didn't hear him out walking straight past him with your friends giggling openly at his shocked face. 

Your father dropped the new of you shifting to islamabad to live with your khala given the better opportunities and less danger there and it really wasn't that big a deal to you this topic had been discussed over dinner one too many times and it was certain at some point you were going to live town because your father with how closely he was associated with gang work you would get hurt but the thing was you had not told it to Uzair, you honestly wanted to see his face drop at the information he had bothered you in the entirety of whatever you had , this was going to be your small getting back at him movement and then you would move to a different state all together leaving him behind, that idea stinged a little but you pushed it aside you have been prepared for this day for a long time now. 

You made sure the words reached Uzair ears through your friends, getting extra decked up with lining your eyes with deep kohl and lining your lip with a chasmic hue of coral pink  filling them in with a lighter shade brushing your cheeks up with a slight blush . You choose between your clothes settling for a beaded white kurta and sharara set a little too decorative for your college but it's okay it was your last days here after all. 

“ Dekhna pakka aaya hoga” You snickered walking to the door with your friends behind you, 

“ Y/N” he stood up straight at the smell of your jasmine perfume, throwing the cigarette to the ground crushing it with a violent force that already should have told you this wasn't a good idea he wasn't his usual composed self  right 

“Hume nahi karne aapse baat please aap pareshaan mat kiya karo” 

You half whispered, clutching the books tighter to your chest, walking past him trying to look as gullible as possible, your eyes finding the floor , he yanked your wrist hard, staggering your steps pulling you back to face him. The books crashed on the ground and you saw how genuinely hurt he looked,

 “ Yeh kya bad-tameezi hai haath choro mera” 

“ Kaha jaa rahi thi? Ek baar batana bhi jaroori nahi samjha tune mujhe”

 “ Mai aapko kyu bataungi, its my life meri marzi ki mujhe yaha Lyari mei rehna hai ya fir islamabad mei”

 “ Tu kahi bhi jaa rahi hai mujhe batana tha y/n”

 “ Humaara aise koi rishta nahi ki mai apne failse aapse puch ke loon” his grip tightened painfully, jaw shut tight before he spat out ,

 “ Koi rishta nahi hai?” you twisted your arms struggling to get free, your winces catching attention of people around but no one dared to step in, including your friend who were stuck in place 

“UZAIR HAATH CHORO MERA!” You shouted, finally breaking free from him, shifting quickly to walk away. His one hand clamped at your mouth, the other snaked firmly around your waist lifting you off  the floor. This clearly was a joke anymore, you shouted into his mouth your limbs thrashing in his grip. You kicked your legs at front uncaring about how ridiculous you looked, throwing your hands in the air watching your body get hauled closer and closer to the car standing there with the open, you could hear your friends yelling over his brisk breaths right behind you, his body crushed with yours forcefully. 

He threw into the backseat slamming the door shut just as quick, the lock clicked in place as he turned the key, your ears perked up watching how rapid his each movement was right now, dialing the number on his phone.

“ Hamza tu Rashid ke ghar pahuch ” “ Uzair.. Yeh kya kar rahe hoon Uzair?” “ Shaadi kar raha hoon” hot strings of tears blurred your vision as you were finally understanding what was happening, “  DIMAAG KHARAB HAI KYA AAPKA! CHORO MUJHE UZAIR” You slapped your hands at the glass, the world remained unaware of your scuffle behind the black tinted glass that let nothing outside, you pulled at the handle as if that would do anything if anything he sped up more. 

The car stopped in front of your house, you were scared at how little less power you had and at what had taken over him, perhaps nothing had taken over him, this was who he was after all. He dragged you up the stairs ignoring all your shouts and blows at his body, “Choro mujhe! Uzair!”

You were compelled to stand at the door watching Hamza threaten your dad so calmly it seemed like a conversation shared over breakfast, “ Aapki zindagi ka har saans hamare reham-o-karam par hai. Aap, aapka ghar, aapka kaam... sab kuch hamara hai. Aise mein apni beti ko hamare hawale karna... aapke liye koi mushkil faisla nahi hona chahiye. Samajhdari isi mein hai”  He said leaning into the chair your father was seated in paralysed from the fear, meeting with mock calm smile till he nodded 

“ Yeh aaltu faaltu ke kaam mei mujhe mat laya kar bhai” Hamza yawned stretching like he wasn't just enabling a forced wedding, Uzair rolled his eyes pushing you inside, “ Baith” He commanded nodding at the other chair by the table where a thin stack of paper sat, you were a little grateful at the situation because well you didn't have to explain to your Abbu what was going to between the two and he wasn't clearly going to ask between all of this. When you did not move he pushed you further, pressing hard on your shoulder till you had no choice but to sit down. 

“ Sign kar isse” “ Pagal hogaye hai aap” You snarled at him, his quickly pulled out his gun from the holster pressing it to your the side of your head, he never once even allowed you to touch when you were with him, scolding you for even looking  at it for too long and now he was holding the very gun so coldly to your skin, your breath collapsed as you finally broke to ugly sobs, quietly joining your hands togethering , he shook his head pushing the barrel more into your skin, “ Sign.kar” 

You saw the brief flicker in his eyes at how you were looking up at him, his resolve remained unawavered, “ Sign.kar” With shaky hands you held up the pen, scribbling at the paper. You couldn't recognise your own name there on the pristine white of sheet, Uzair finally lowered the gun, unexpectedly going to kneel down pressing a gentle reverential kiss to both of your quivery hands, the action sending sparks through your body despite the dread of the moment. His head bowed further resting at the soft of your palm like he had found eternal peace 

You were his.

a/n- idk bro before you come for me, i am very tired pls dont beat me, also I know the phone convo looks odd,i edited it all on canvas :.) and I had to search up a bbm phone texting format jiske liye there were basically no pictures I made that all from scratch i am sorry if it looks tacky