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you shifted and let out a grumble sound in response, beginning to gain more consciousness. he stayed pressing his muscular chest against your back as you fully woke up. the weight of his hips settled right into the curve of yours, safe and comfortable. that black vest you’d stolen from him hours earlier was bunched up high around your waist. awareness trying to seep in as you arched your back slightly, a long morning stretch that pushed your ass directly against his morning bulge. you were still blinking away sleep with your cheek against the pillow whilst hamza’s hard on was poking needy into your back. now, his arm stayed tucked under your head, propping you up, while his free hand traced slow, lazy circles over your bare hip, his thumb dragging delicately against your skin. he left small kisses against your shoulder still in that daze of being half asleep, breathing in the homely scent of your jasmine and vanilla.

within a minute he’s got you propped up on your side with one leg hiked up and your thin underwear tugged past down around your thighs. hamza exhaled sharply against the crook of your neck, his fingers instantly tightening on your hip with a sleep warmed grip. his rough palm slid upwards, dragging over the bare skin of your stomach, pulling you even closer until your spine was perfectly spooned against his chest without an inch of space separating you both. his hand drifted lower, fingers slipping beneath the lace to just rest there. he didn’t move just yet, his warm palm flush against your skin, feeling the quiet heat of your body waking up.

“waise, neend bohot gehri thi,” he teased, his voice still thick with sleep against your tangled hair. “par lagta hai abhi tak poori tarah aankh nahi khuli aap ki.” you pushed your hips back into his hand, nodding numbly. keeping your eyes firmly shut to cling onto the little faint feeling of a slumber, muttering, “accha? aap hi thora jaldi mein lag rahe hain.” “jaldi kis baat ki, jaan?” he chuckled, the vibrations of his voice rumbling right against your back. “hamare paas toh poori subah hai.”

he kept you both on your sides, the angle easier, less demanding for a quiet peaceful morning. hamza pulled the lace down catching on your ankle before you kicked one leg free, leaving the other tangled with the sheets. he pushed his own boxers lower, before he kicked them completely off. he was bare against you now, his naked skin feeling hot and solid. his easily eight inches resting against the cleft of your ass staying there without entering just yet.

his hand moved between your legs from the front, fingers finding you with that same sabr he always had. he rubbed tender circles, coaxing a soft urgent sound out of you. your arousal being fuelled more by his touch, making your cravings for him more desperate. your body ready before your mind had fully arrived. dipping a finger in using the arousal the dream of him kindly provided to gently finger fuck you looking at the sight of your head tilting back in pleasure, mouth agape. “tum har din aur khoobsurat lagti ho..khuda ki qasam, tumhein dekh kar dimaag kharab ho jata hai mera,” his words making you more hungry for him as he added another finger sinking them in with no resistance, feeling the subtle feeling of you fully waking up around him.

“aankhein kholo, jaan,” he whispered, his other hand turning your chin gently so he could see your face in the dim light. “mujhe dekhne do tumhein. bilkul aise..dekho kitni zyaada tayaar ho chuki ho mere liye.”you turned your head slightly, biting your lower lip as you look back at him, “tumhare liye..ab aur mat tarsayein.” you moaned out, a lazy smile breaking on your lips despite trying to sound firm though it was hard with his fingers being pumped inside you.

you reached back blindly, your hand finding his hip to pull him closer. you weren’t in the mood for his usual antics of taking his time, he liked to savour every second of intimacy with his wife whereas you couldn’t stand the torturous edging it would feel like, “come.. i need you.” he withdrew his slick covered fingers, transferring that wet grip to your thigh to hold you steady. lining himself up, his dark, tip glistening with pre cum pressed against your wet entrance, pushing in ever so slowly. both of you simultaneously letting out a sigh in content as the steady, unyielding pressure burned so perfectly you could swear you almost stopped breathing for a quick second. your hand flew back to grip his wrist, your nails digging into his skin. he didn’t stop until he was seated deep. his slightly damp hair beginning to cling to his forehead before dropping to your shoulder as a few low pants left his lips. he felt even more massive like this, the blissful angle making him fill you completely until you could feel the throb of him in your lower belly. hamza stayed still for a moment, buried to the brim inside you, his hand splayed wide across your thigh to hold you flush against him. he just waited, letting your cunt flutter around him and adjust to his size again.

“saans lo jaan, sahi ho?” his voice losing its playful, sleepy edge, checking his own control as much as yours. the tremor in his arm showed how hard it was to hold still and be patient. “move,” you demanded against the pillow. “please, hamza..” with that he did as he pulled back just an inch, the slide wet and tight, before rocking forward again to grind. his hips rolling against your ass while he stayed deep inside. his hand moved back between your legs, fingers spreading your folds and pressing against your clit so that every small, rolling rock pushed you directly into his palm. your bodies slapping together with a wet, rhythmic heat that echoes loudly through the quiet room. he doesn’t let you escape a single stroke, his thick, long size stretching your tight walls to the absolute limit as he grinds his pelvis hard against you. you are helpless under his weight, whining into the pillow as the sheer fullness of him fills your entire abdomen with every sliding push.

every single thrust forces a high pitched sob from your lips as his huge cock repeatedly drives you past your limits fucking the sleepy haze out of you. hamza matches your desperate writhing with total authority, his large hand gripping your top leg to hike it even higher against his side to reach even deeper. the sound of your soaking wet cunt sliding around him becoming louder, a messy testament to exactly how thoroughly he is destroying your senses. his hips slam down hard, burying himself balls deep against your ass, forcing your body to mold entirely to his muscular, tanned build. you can feel the heat radiating between your bodies as he aggressively claims you from behind, leaving you entirely consumed and in his hands. “meri haseen jaan,” his voice ragged from pleasure whilst his teeth grazing your earlobe. “itni narm, itni tight ho tum.. subah subah pagal kar rahi ho mujhe. itna khubsoorat jism diya hai khuda ne tumhein, poora dimaag kharab kar diya hai mera.”

“mhm,” you hummed, your head tilting back. barely being able to focus on his voice when your mind still felt groggy, “baatein kam karein.” he’s treating you with more calm thrusts, big hands groping at any fleshy part of you that he can reach, his husky voice thick with sleep as he groans. it doesn’t take long before your breathing gets a little ragged at the edges and you’re whining and moaning softly along with him. he let out a dark chuckle that rumbled right against your back. “acha? dimaag abhi tak chal raha hai?” his fingers between your legs pushing against your entrance for a quick second then travelling up to rub lightly against your clip. “batao na, itna wet kyun ho rahi ho mere liye? poori raat isi ka intezar tha na tumhein?” you lean back tiredlessly against his chest, needing more if the raw depth of his thrusts. “haan, hamza.. sirf aap ke liye,” your voice muffled against the pillow. “acha lag raha hai?” he asked, his voice ragged against your ear, driving his cock deeper, burying himself to the absolute root to claim that sweet spot with every single press. your desperate yes for more fuelling his own needs to hear the pretty, disheveled sounds.

“ab batao, raat wale daaway kahan gaye tumhare? tumhein poori tarah pata hai na tum kis ki ho? tumhein pata hai na tumhara mard kaun hai? sirf meri ho na, jaan?” the intense authority in his voice makes your entire body shudder. you cry out softly, pulling his arm tighter around you to release some of the sensations he had you experiencing. your head tilting back, “chup hamza, baatein kam karein” listening to your needs he met you in a messy, filthy kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as he began to rock himself deep into you even harder. the sound of skin on skin grew wet and heavy, filling the previously quiet bedroom.

hamza adjusted his angle, tilting his hips slightly making you gasp directly into his mouth. you moan out against his lips, shattered by the pleasure as your walls pulse tightly around his heat, feeling the throb of him deep inside your belly. he was hitting that perfect spot relentlessly, his shaft pressing firm and steady against it with every slow grind. “hamza.. just like that, more please,” you moaned out as your body relaxed while your walls grasped his cock, feeling every vein and twitch within you. the drag of his huge cock making you dizzy with the way he’d make sure every thrust kisses your cervix before pulling nearly every inch out, his swollen tip enough to stretch your walls as he’d slam it all back into you.

“ab nazrein kyun chura rahi ho?” he whispered against your skin, breaking the kiss for just a second to watch your face. “sach bolo na, pasand aa raha hai na tumhein? haan..mujhe dekh kar batao ke kitna maza aa raha hai.” you could only muster a nod, no coherent words forming just a string of soft whines, but your face and meek noises said it all. your hand gripping his arm tighter to ground yourself. he was sweating now, his skin hot against your back, his messy hair damp at the temples where it brushed the back of your neck. his entire body working to possess you in this overwhelming amount of pleasure.

he speeds up the pace, his hips locking you in place with shorter, faster thrusts that stay buried close enough that he doesn’t pull out completely. his hand slipping under the stolen vest to squeeze your breasts, his veiny fingers cupping and flicking your nipple to earn a hiss from your lips. then he moved to touch between your legs with a demanding urgency, all while keeping his luscious rhythm satisfying you both with an overwhelming feeling. “bohot achi tarah le rahi ho mujhe, shahbash..dekho kitni perfect fit ho tum mere liye.” he praised as he began to trace tight circles on your clit to drive you over the edge.

“aap ka hi haq hai..main sirf aap ki hoon, hamza.” you uttered. you’re so close, each thrust building a stronger, adamant knot in your lower stomach. you clench around him, involuntarily earning a rough groan clashing with the faint pretty squeaks from the birds outside. his thrusts falter for a second as he fights hard to keep the hard rhythm, his grip tightening around your waist hard enough to leave pink bruises.

it rolls through you like a wave, your body locking up, back arching against his chest, mouth open as you pulse around him. he keeps his hand rubbing and stroking you relentlessly through the peak of it. “you’re wrapping around me so tight jaan, khuda ki qasam, jaisa tum feel karwa rahi ho..main is waqt poori tarah tumhare reham par hoon,” his weight keeps driving forward, dragging heavily against your tightening walls, prolonging the intense release to savour the feeling just a little longer. the grip of your orgasm too much for his control. hamza buried himself deep one last time, grinding hard against your ass until his thrust came to a halt. his whole body tensed, “y/n,” your name falls from his lips like a sacred dua, his hand leaving your clit to squeeze your waist gently, holding you flush against him as he spilled ropes of his white thick cum to paint your velvety walls. as you both ride out your collective, brain melting orgasm, his deep groans into your hair as you both finally collapse tangled together.

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he reached over to the nightstand, his skin brushing yours as he turned back around. he pulled a delicate payal from a small velvet pouch. the tiny bells gave a melodic chime in the quiet room. “yeh tumhare liye hai,” he muttered as his lips brushed your skin. “raat ko toh tumne mauqa hi nahi diya..bohot jaldi thi na tumhein? is liye ab pehna raha hoon.” you laughed softly, your face warming up as you turned your head slightly to look at him. he switched your positions, having you flat on your back hovering, his long hair falling forward to frame your faces like a curtain, temporarily shutting out the rest of the world awaiting you just for a little longer. “hamza, aap bhi na..hosh hi nahi rehta aap ko. raat ko hi de dete.”

“tumhare paas hote hue hosh kisey rehta hai? aur itni pyaari cheez raat ke andhere mein thodi na deni thi,” his green eyes glistening with affection. hamza slid down the bed, his warm hands grasping your ankle gently. he wrapped the chain around your ankle, fastening the clasp. gold complimented your skin colour beautifully and hamza would only buy the best for his beloved wife. he pressed a warm kiss in the middle of your foot. “meri jaan, kitni haseen lag rahi ho,” he whispered. he trailed lingering kisses up from where he started to now at your calf, making you shiver in want for more. he scattered a row of soothing kisses up your thigh, moving over to your hip pulling his vest up off your skin for more easier access.

hamza crawled back up the rest of your body, his chest pressing into yours as he finally leaned over your face. “pasand aya tumhein?” his mouth an aching few millimetres against your lips. “haan, bohot pasand aya..shukriya” you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck. his gaze dropped to your mouth, “phir toh mera inaam banta hai,” before closing the remaining distance to press a deep, kiss straight to your lips.

his thumb brushed over your lower lip, a smirk at the corner of his mouth. “waise, tareef bohot sasti thi,” he teased, his voice losing the remnants of the sleep rasp. “sirf ek shukriya? itni mehnat se select ki hai maine.” you rolled your eyes playfully, your hands moving from his neck to tangle in his messy morning hair. “accha? bari mehnat ki hai aap ne? lagta hai abhi tak poori tarah aankh nahi khuli aap ki. warna tareef toh aap ke dimaag tak pahonch jaati.”

hamza chuckled as he leaned his weight over you, anchoring you to the mattress. “aankhein bilkul khuli hain, jaan. aur dimaag bhi bohot ache se chal raha hai. isi liye toh keh raha hoon ke inaam abhi adha mila hai.”“adha?” you raised an eyebrow, a small smile breaking on your lips. “baki ka adha hissa kis khushi mein? payal toh sirf ek paon mein pehnayi hai aap ne. doosra paon toh abhi bhi khali hai.” he let out a low whistle, shaking his head with a dramatic sigh. “toba hai, kitni hisabi biwi mili hai mujhe. har cheez ka hisab pehle se taiyar hota hai.”

“hisab toh rakhna parta hai, hamza,” you countered, your fingers gently tugging at the loose strands of his hair. “warna aap toh baaton mein hi behla dete hain.” lifting your head to steal a abrupt kiss from him, “achha? main baaton mein behlata hoon?” he leaned down lower, his nose brushing against yours, his breath warm on your skin. “raat aur abhi ko toh nahi lag raha tha ke main sirf baaton mein behla raha tha. tab toh bade daaway kar rahi thi tum.”

your cheeks flushed instantly at the reminder of the previous night in which you had spent hours exploring each others bodies and the position you had been craving for too long making you try to look away from his intense gaze, but he caught your chin softly with his fingers, forcing you to look into his dark, teasing eyes. “ab nazrein kyun chura rahi ho?” he whispered, his smirk widening. “raat ko toh bari himmat thi.” “chup karein,” you muttered, trying to hide your face in his neck, but he wouldn’t let you, his soft laughter filling the quiet room. “subah subah sharam nahi aati aap ko?”

“apni biwi se kaisi sharam?” he asked, kissing the tip of your nose. “aur waise bhi, sharmane ka waqt raat ko tha. ab toh sirf sach bolne ka waqt hai.” “sach yeh hai ke aap bohot zyada bolte hain,” you retorted, trying to sound firm but failing as a giggle escaped you. “ab doosri payal pehnayein, warna main yeh wali bhi utaar doongi.” “himmat bhi mat karna,” he warned playfully, his hand sliding down to squeeze your waist gently. “itni mushkil se toh clasp bandha hai maine. chalo, doosra paon aage karo.”

you shifted slightly, moving your other leg towards him. hamza reached back for the velvet pouch, pulling out the second matching gold piece. the tiny bells making a bright sound. he held your ankle in his firm grip, his thumb rubbing small circles against your skin before he wrapped the chain around it. “lo, doosri bhi pehna di,” he said, clicking the clasp shut with a snap. he didn’t move away immediately, instead letting his fingers trail up the arch of your foot, making you twitch in eager anticipation. “ab toh hisab barabar?”

“hmm, ab socha ja sakta hai,” you teased, looking down at your ankles which were also claimed with your shauhars love, he needed you to be adorned in his devotion. “chalein, ab thori si tareef aur kar deti hoon. bohot khoobsurat hai.”

“payal ya main?” he asked instantly, crawling back up the bed, his arms framing your head as he looked down at you with a cheeky look in his beautiful eyes. “payal, bilkul,” you said plainly without hesitation, yet your eyes had a hint of mischief. “aap toh bas normal hi hain.”hamza gasped dramatically, as if he was unbearably wounded. “normal? aur main? jaan, pooray shehar mein mere jaisa koi nahi milega tumhein. yeh jo subah subah itna haseen chehra dekhne ko milta hai na tumhein, is ke liye log taraste hain.”

“acha? bade daaway hain aap ke bhi,” you laughed, your arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him down closer against you. “lagta hai aap ka self confidence kuch zyada hi high hai aaj subah.”

“jab biwi itni khubsoorat ho, toh confidence khud hi high ho jaata hai,” his tone softening as the teasing edge gave way to the unwavering devotion. he leaned down, his lips brushing over your cheek, then your jaw, before finding that sweet, sensitive spot right beneath your ear. “ab batao, mera baki ka inaam kab milega?”

“kaunsa inaam?” you whispered, your voice losing its playful edge as your heart rate picked up under his touch. “wahi.. jo abhi tak udhaar hai,” his rough hands sliding under the stolen vest, his warm palms resting flat against your waist. “aur mujhe udhaar pasand nahi hai, jaan.”

“hamza, nashta bhi banana hai..” you tried to reason, though your grip on his shirt tightened, pulling him even closer. “nashta baad mein banega,” he whispered, his lips pecking your skin all the way back up to your jaw, his green eyes searching yours with an intense desire look that made your breath stumble. “pehle mujhe mera inaam poora chahiye.”

“aap bohot ziddi hain,” a helpless smile on your lips. “sirf tumhare mamle mein,” he replied, before leaning down to seal his lips over yours, erasing any remaining words of yours with another passionate, consuming kiss. the sound of your words was swallowed by another deep kiss. his beard and mustache brushed softly against your cheek and jawline, sending a shiver straight down your spine. you reached up, your fingers tangling into the long, dark strands of his hair, pulling him closer as his lips grew more urgent, parting yours with a rough groan.

his large, warm hands slid up from your waist, his palms tracing the dewy skin until he caught both of your wrists, gently pinning them above your head on the pillow. his broad chest pressed against yours. he broke the kiss for just a split second, trailing his lips down your throat to bite softly where your shoulder met your collarbone. “tumhe lagta hai main abhi chorunga tumhein?” you couldn’t even answer. your head pressing into the pillow as his lips traveled lower, pressing a path of kisses down your stomach. he moved with slowness, his beard brushing against your skin, making you shudder beneath his touch especially when he reached the curve of your hips massaging the bruises he left scattered.

the clinking of the payal filled the quiet bedroom with every single movement you made. he got onto his knees right between your legs causing the tiny bells to chime as hamza caught your ankles, lifting your legs to drape them over his broad shoulders. he pressed a lingering, intense kiss to the arches of your feet, then up your calves, keeping his gaze locked on yours as he crawled back up between your thighs. the elegant payals around your ankles gave a frantic chime as your legs were exposed to the cool draft of the room.

his massive broad shoulders filled the space between your knees. his long, brunette hair fell loose trying to veil his green eyes as he looked up at you. he reached out, his hands gripping your thighs with a firm, unyielding pressure that left instant marks on your delicate skin. he shifted down the bed, his large hands gripping your hips firmly to slide you down with him until your thighs were draped over his shoulders. the cool morning air hit your bare skin, but the heat of hamza’s breath between your legs instantly replaced it.

“hamza..” your fingers embedding themselves into the sheets as you felt the first touch of him against your inner thigh. “shh, aram se, jaan,” he whispered, his voice deep and raspy in the quiet room. he leaned down, his tongue trailing a slow, wet line up the inside of your thigh, making you twitch. “itni pyaari lag rahi ho. mera dil nahi bharta tumhein dekh kar.” his hands slid under your ass, lifting you slightly to angle you perfectly for him again. he parted you gently with his thumbs, his eyes looking up for a brief second to catch your dazed expression before he leaned in fully.

when his tongue made first contact, pressing firm and flat against your clit, a whimper left your lips still sensitive, recovering from the orgasm moments prior. hamza didn’t care. continuing the long and teasingly soft strokes that swirled around your most sensitive spot, before his tongue dipped lower to fully taste the slick he had caused. the sound of his mouth lapping filled the room, mingling with your whimpers. “itni wet ho rahi ho..itna acha lag raha hai?” his lips trailing against your skin, his cold breath sending a flutter straight to your core. “batao mujhe, meri jaan. pasand aa raha hai?”

“h-haan.. more hamza, please,” you whined, your back arching off the mattress as his tongue flattened out and swiped firmly up your slit. your eyes rolling back as he circled your clit with a harder pressure from his earlier gentle little licks. “look at how beautifully you pulse for me. poora pagal kar diya hai tumne apne is shauhar ko,” he growled softly, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs to hold you completely still as his pace turned urgent. your hands found his shoulders, your nails digging into the hard muscles of his back leaving sexy red scratches. his tongue worked in fast, heavy strokes, while his thumb pressed firmly at your entrance, opening you up to the cool air just as his mouth kept you on the sweet edge for more. he was eagerly satisfying every greedy desire, “oh fuck,” your sharp tongue failing you as your inner fire turned into a helpless, shivering anticipation for more.

his thick beard brushing harshly against your inner thighs. you let out another gasp, your fingers tangled desperately into his thick wild mane of dark hair. hamza didn't relax his grip, his large palms stayed gripping your thighs, spreading them wide, exactly where he needed them. pinning you down, keeping you exposed to his gaze as he swirled his tongue repeatedly over your dripping core with repeated licks from your clit to your entrance that was already soaked in a mix of your messes. “kitni pyaari awaz nikalti ho tum.. sunne do mujhe, apni jaan ki awaz sunne do.”

he was mapping you out, already knowing every single point that made his wife whimper just how he loves hearing the sounds you make as he devours you. pressing into it until you were completely undone. thrust your hips against his face, rolling them left and right using him as if his sole purpose was to be used by you as your toy. when you grinded high enough you could feel his nose brush against your puffy swollen clit, his beard now covered in your juices tickling you again and again with each sway of his head as he flicked his tongue at a fast pace, long strides twirling left and right leaving no skin untouched.

the overstimulation from holding your second orgasm and his grip meant you were on the edge almost about to release without his permission, “i’m close..hamza i can’t hold it anymore,” his mesmerising green gaze was one you could never ignore, especially when they are so keenly watching you fall apart between your legs your arousal dripping down his chin and coating his beard. “hamza..please,” you sobbed softly, moving and thrusting your hips against his mouth. “jaane do jaan,”he beckoned, returning to suck on your clit feeling the tremors. the gold bells of your payal chimed just as sweetly as the noises you were making. hamza let out almost a growl like sound against your wet cunt sending a tingly sensation throughout each vein coursing through your body, “that’s it, good girl..do it while i’m holding you like this.” he leaves a final kiss against your clit before nestling into the bed next to you, tucking you tightly against his chest.

his large biceps wrapping around your waist, pulling your spine flush against his solid warmth while his fingers lightly stroke your side to calm the residual energy in your muscles. “i love you, hamza” you say before he shifts to cradle you, lifting your upper body gently so your head is resting securely in the crook of his arm, your face turned toward him. his large hand reaches up to cradle your jaw, his thumb wiping away the damp heat on your skin with immense care. he leans down, covering your face in kisses, pressing one to your forehead, then your closed eyelids, and finally down to your nose until his lips find yours in a deeply affectionate kiss, pouring all the pure devotion into it. “main bhi tum se bohot mohabbat karta hoon, meri jaan,” his tone laced with a little tiredness. “bohot zyaada.” he presses one last kiss to your lips before shifting your weight, pulling you back down with him into the warm kambals. “dekho kya haal kar diya hai tumne mera..subah subah ek pooray mard ko apnay aagay bheek mangnay par majboor kar deti ho,” he mutters in between a couple of hot kisses to your neck, his lips resting against your skin and holding you tightly in a way that makes you feel nothing but utterly safe forgetting about the world a mere few footsteps away. he continues to gently stroke your hair, whispering endless slips of soft, quiet appreciation whilst your breathing finally stretches out into sleep.

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the little toddler, turning his head away with a adorable pout, “nahi. main nahi sunoonga.”

yalina suppressed her laughter remembering she’s the adult here and can’t encourage her child’s tantrums, especially when it’s caused by something as trivial as calling her husband meri jaan in front of him, “zayan. ammi ki baat suno.”

“nahi!” zayan yelled, still refusing to look at her, “zayan nahi bolna. jab tak ammi jaan nahi bolengi, main baat nahi karoon ga!” with that she immediately wrapped her arms around her son, dragging him into her lap.

“theek hai baba, mera beta sirf meri jaan hai,” she cooed, pressing a fat, dramatic kiss against his chubby cheek.

“ha! main aapka jaan hoon na!” he pestered wanting more reassurance, his loud voice cutting his abbu off before the man could barely gather his thoughts.

hamza threw his head back against the pillows with a deeply offended gasp, side eyeing the child who had just hijacked another one of his mornings. “achha? tum ammi ki jaan ho?” hamza challenged.

zayan nodded eagerly, “haan! main hoon!”

“tumhe pata bhi hai tum yahan kyun ho?” hamza asked.

zayan crossed his arms stubbornly, he didn’t like his abbu’s tone it felt like a trap, trying to act unbothered at what his abbu had to say, but failing by tilting his head curiously, “kyun?..”

“tum is liye yahan ho, kyunki tumhari ammi ne pehle mujhe apni jaan banaya tha,” hamza retorted arrogantly as he looked from his irritated toddler to his beautiful wife who was warning him to stop with her eyes which he gracefully ignored, “phir humne socha ek chota sa golu paida karte hain jo hamare darmiyan baith kar larega. basic rules hain, zayan. pehla haq mera hai, so technically ammi meri jaan hain. so simple ownership rules ke mutabik, ammi pehle meri jaan hain, tum line mein peeche lago.”

“nahi!” zayan argued back, “abbu jhoot bol rahe hain! main pehle aaya tha! main bada jaan hoon!”

hamza didn’t bother hiding his amusement openly laughing at his grumpy kid, “tum pehle? oye, tumse pehle main aya tha iski zindagi mein. in fact, main tou pehle se yahan tha, tum tou bas mera birthday gift ban kar aa gaye ho. a free bonus surprise offer.”

zayan realising his stubborness wasn’t working as it should and that he was being deemed a mere ‘birthday gift’ his thread of patience snapped. “nahi! jhoot!” he wailed, looking like a tiny, offended lunatic.

watching his child in great despair struggling to comprehend exactly what he meant, hamza took the opportunity to kiss his wife’s hand multiple times, shoving zayan over the edge, “nahi! ammi meri hain! gande chor! no kiss meri jaan!” desperately clinging to his ammi, shielding her from his abbu’s slimy kisses.

deciding to finally step in before her sulking baby again reaches for violence over her, “hamza. bas karo. please, stop debating your son on who came first, especially using this birthday offer logic. tum dono meri jaan ho.” she repeated for the millionth time.

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zayan pouted so hard his lower lip began to practically touch his chin, but before the pair could launch into another bickering match over their jaan, yalina stirred, groaning at the early morning drama. neither of them wanted to set her off, most of the time she was the furthest thing from a morning person.

the war had been declared again as zayan shot a venomous look at his abbu who had the audacity to laugh it off, deeming him as an unworthy opponent.

hamza kissed his beautiful wife’s forehead before letting her rest to start his day.

stubborn zayan, however, wasn’t one to forget and accept defeat so easily.

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later that night, zayan had been tucked into his own bed hours ago, leaving their bedroom quiet at last. with the toddler finally out of their sight, the tension dissolving into releasing their suppressed desires. hamza had yalina pinned beneath him, his large hands massaging her hips, “itni haseen jaan hai meri..pure din mein bas is chehray ko dekhne ka intezar rehta hai mujhe,” he rumbled before sealing the distance between them both. his lips passionately claiming hers, kissing his dear wife as he’s desired to do so, fueled by the pent up frustration over the past few days. his mouth opened wide over hers, his tongue pushing past her teeth to slide deep into her mouth, tangling with hers deeply, stealing her breath. she let out a little whine, her hands gripping his shoulders as his mouth grew hungrier, his lips sliding over hers in a way that made her vision faint and ears ring. the pressure of his hard shaft pressed perfectly rubbing against her sensitive clit had her whimper beneath him, sending him a low groan that rattled in his chest.

hamza’s hands slid down to cup her breasts roughly as he dragged his huge cock against her wet cunt. she let out a needy gasp at the slide of it, her body trembling from the teasing. hearing that little noise only drove him more feral. he loved the sounds he got out of his pretty wife and wanted to hear more. his thick cock grinding right against her soaking cunt, as he briefly pushed just the tip in for a long second. she let out a weak whine into his mouth, he broke the kiss to drag his lips down the line of her jaw, his breath tingly against her skin before he buried his mouth in her neck. he sucked gently at her sweet, sensitive spot to leave a faint pink love bite. the room was warm, filled only with the sound of their ragged breathing and the rustle of the sheets shifting against their skin. “tum sirf meri ho jaan. itni khubsoorat..pagal kar dogi mujhe,” hamza panted, peppering more kisses against her soft skin, his beard scratching her slightly as his lips traced another path up from her neck to her jawline. yalina arched into his touch, she needed every inch of him. a breathless moan escaping her mouth, “hamza..please i..” just as the tension in the room reached its absolute peak, the door creaked open.

a meek sniffle cut through the intimate noises.

hamza froze instantly, his entire body going rigid as he hovered over yalina. he let out a long, deeply pained groan against her temple, closing his eyes in disbelief. yalina gasped, quickly pulling the duvet up to her chest. standing in the doorway, clutching a stuffed bear by its ear, was a clearly upset zayan.

“ammi..” he whimpered, a hot tear rolling down his cheek. “bura khwab..monster aya tha.” the annoyance vanished from yalina’s face instantly, replaced by her motherly instinct. “oh, meri jaan,” she cooed, forgetting all about the sulking man as she poked him in the chest to move. rushing to pull one of hamza’s shirt over herself, simultaneously scrambling to fix the blankets in time, since her husband was stuck in a trance of despair.

hamza reluctantly rolled off her, lying flat on his back as he stared blankly at the wall. he looked like a man whose soul had physically left his body. “ya allah, mujhe sabr de,” hamza muttered to absolutely no one in particular, rubbing his face with both hands in utter defeat.

zayan paid no attention. he didn’t care about his abbu's misery. he had other priorities, he rushed up onto the bed, oblivious to what he had just interrupted. wedging himself right between them, burying his cute tear stained face directly into yalina’s neck, sniffing loudly.

yalina wrapped her arms around him, rocking him gently. “kuch nahi hota, meri jaan. ammi yahan hain. monster chala gaya.” safe in his ammi’s soothing hold, zayan’s sobbing stopped within minutes. his little face coated with wet eyelashes and a adorable sorry look for himself whilst he shifted around until he was comfortable, on the verge of a graceful slumber.

but he was forgetting one thing. right before he closed his eyes, he looked straight at his abbu, meeting his narrowing green gaze as zayan gave him a sleepy, yet undeniably victorious look.

hamza then glared pathetically at his toddler in pin drop silence until he whispered, “tum jaan bujh kar karte ho na?”

zayan ignored him, snuggling closer to his ammi, shutting his eyes with a content, blissful sigh.

yalina hid her face in the pillow as she tried to muffle her laughter. hamza looked down at his gorgeous wife, then at his son and let out one exhausted sigh, realising that he was probably never, ever going to win.

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the next morning, hamza woke up with a stiff neck and a sour scowl. zayan was fast asleep, carefully pushing his toddler’s stinky feet away from his face, hamza shifted closer over to yalina’s side of the bed.

she was already awake, lying on her side and watching the two of them with an amused smile. “good morning, meri jaan” she whispered softly, her curls tumbling over her shoulders. “kuch good nahi hai,” his morning voice raspy and incredibly grumpy, though yalina had always found it effortlessly seductive. “yeh larka meri jaan lene ke chakkar mein hai” hamza grumbled.

yalina chuckled, reaching out to stroke his cheek. “bachha hai, hamza. and he was scared.”

“bura khwab usay nahi, mujhe aa raha hai,” hamza muttered. he leaned over, his eyes softening as he looked at his wife. ignoring the sleeping toddler between them, he leaned across the mattress and pressed a deep, hungry kiss right against yalina’s lips.

as soon as the kiss grew more needy, zayan’s toddler spider senses alerted him. without even opening his eyes, the three year old felt the exact second his parents were sharing a cute moment. an annoyed, furious grunt escaped his lips as his little arms swayed blindly through the air, trying to smack at whatever was interrupting his peace, his face twisting into a look of irritation.

yalina immediately pulled back from the kiss, breathless and giggling as she caught zayan’s stray hand to keep him from accidentally hitting his abbu.

“bas hamza, choro, uth jayega phir se,” as she hesitantly pulled away from him. hamza took one look at his son’s furrowed eyebrows, knowing his baby was on the brink of launching a full scale morning tantrum. accepting his limits, he quickly retreated, tossing zayan’s floral kambal he had also stolen off his legs. leaving for a shower before his kid could open his eyes and scream his ears off.

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hamza entered the kitchen, looking every bit like a frustrated husband on a sacred mission. he scanned the room cautiously. zayan was safely strapped into his high chair at the dining table, momentarily engrossed in a bowl of coco pops, using his plastic spoon to splash the milk around rather than actually eating it.

with his son occupied he wasted no time to seize his opportunity, he carefully slipped up behind yalina, his muscular frame enveloping her. his large arms wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her back flush against his broad chest. “hamza, hatto,” yalina hissed under her breath, though a soft smile appeared on her face instantly, “zayan dekh lega.”

“dekhne do” hamza muttered into the crook of her neck, his long beard scraping pleasantly against her delicate skin as he pressed a warm kiss right below her ear, trailing a row of them lower as he spoke, “poori raat uski bura khwab wajah se zaya ho gayi. kam se kam ab tou sukoon lene do.”

yalina leaned into him laughing lightly, “tum bilkul sudharne nahi wale.”

“meri wife ho tum. kyun sudhroon?” hamza mumbled, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips, placing her right where he wanted her. he was determined to steal every single ounce of her attention before the little dictator at the table noticed.

but a mazari’s sixth sense was incomparable.

the clinking of the plastic spoon stopped instantly. hamza stayed still, his lips still pressed against her neck, holding his breath.

“ammi! juice!” zayan’s demanding voice echoed through the kitchen.

yalina tried to step away, but hamza’s grip tightened. “dont move,” he insisted. “ignore him. he has milk.”

“abbu! nahi. hatto ammi se!” zayan yelled louder, his little face flushing pink with immediate jealousy.

he began banging his spoon against the tray of his high chair in a chaotic protest, “ammiii! gande abbu ko maro!”

hamza finally let go of yalina’s waist with a frustrated, defeated groan, turning around to face his son. “oye, badtameez. main apni wife ke saath khara hoon. tum apna cereal khao aur chup karo.”

“nahi! meri ammi hain!” zayan shouted back, tossing his spoon directly at hamza. however, it missed by a mile, clattering on the floor.

yalina shook her head as she picked up a cup of apple juice from the counter. she walked over to the high chair, leaning down to place a comforting hand to ruffle zayan’s hair while sliding the cup toward him. “achha baba bas, dono larna band karo. meri jaan juice piyo. aur hamza, tum apna naashta karo aur chup chap kaam par jao.”

hamza slouched onto the dining chair right across from his son, watching the toddler take a triumphant sip from his straw. the kid literally raised his eyebrows at his opponent over the rim of his cup.

“nahi yeh mazaak hora hai. yeh mujhe chira raha hai.” hamza snitched, pointing a finger at his son, “yalina, look at him. yeh jaan bujh kar karta hai.”

“tum dono ek jaise ho,” yalina sighed as she sat down between them, passing hamza a cup of steaming chai and took a sip of her own iced coffee. “is ghar mein ek bachha kam tha jo tum bhi bachhe ban gaye ho?”

hamza ripped off a piece of aloo paratha, chewing grumpily. “uff please. mujh jaise shareef insaan ko is badmash dramebaaz se compare mat karo.”

the playful idea slipped in her mind, looking more tempting as she looked at hamza’s brooding, handsome face, then at zayan, who was stopped splashing his breakfast, currently trying to wipe a smear of cereal milk off his nose with his forearm. she set her glass down, a sneaky glint seeped through her gaze, “waise hamza” yalina began softly, her voice carrying a tone that instantly made hamza stop eating. he looked up, his sharp green eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity, “hm?”

“main soch rahi thi..” she trailed off, keeping her gaze fixed on her cup as she swirled the remaining liquid. “zayan ab teen saal ka ho gaya hai. thoda bara ho raha hai.”

“shukar hai allah ka,” hamza grumbled, glancing at his son. “jaldi bara ho taake isko is ghar se bahar nikaloon.” he muttered as he chewed more aggressively.

“i think he needs a sibling” yalina said plainly, looking up to lock her eyes directly with her sulking husband, “ek aur baby hona chahiye na? zayan lonely ho jata hai.”

hamza literally choked on his paratha.

he coughed dramatically, grabbing his cup of karak chai and gulping it down to clear his throat.

across the table, zayan stopped smirking and slurping his juice, his little head tilting in confusion, he didn’t quite understand the word ’sibling’ yet. he just knew something suspicious was going on.

“kya?” hamza rasped out, staring at his wife with wide eyes to check if she was joking. “ek aur? are you out of your mind, yalina?”

“kyun? kya buraai hai?” yalina teased, thoroughly enjoying the panic on her husband’s face. “ek chota bhai ya behen.. kya pata twins ho jayen?”

“ek zayan ne meri zindagi haraam kar ke rakhi hui hai” hamza retorted desperately, as he leaned across the table toward her. “mujhpar taras khao, jaan. agar ek aur zayan is ghar mein aa gaya, tou main sach mein paagal ho jaongi. mujhe meri wife kabhi wapas nahi milegi.”

yalina held back her laughter as much as she could, reaching over to squeeze his bicep, “ho sakta, bilkul khamosh sa bacha ho. zayan ke bilkul opposite.”

“impossible,” hamza groaned, slumping back into his chair. “mazari blood hai. tez aur ziddi hi paida hoga. i am not taking that risk.”

zayan, not happy with the suspicious energy and catching his name being thrown around, slammed his fists on the tray, “abbu! no talk me! no zayan!”

hamza pointed his hand in exasperation at the toddler. “dekh rahi ho? abhi se threat kar raha hai mujhe. agar ek aur aaya, yeh dono mil kar mujhe is ghar se nikal denge.”

yalina couldn’t stop laughing at the misery of her favourite, intimidating man stubbornly refusing the idea of a hypothetical newborn. “theek hai, theek hai. hum baad mein discuss karenge.”

“baad mein bhi nahi,” hamza countered firmly, though a pretty smile broke through his stern exterior as he watched his beloved smile.

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a/n: lwk idk what’s happening with my other fics xx i’m not ok, i think something is deeply wrong w me for still mourning this fuck ahh couple. like wdym we won’t be getting new content n see them reunite, ever??? i cant even listen to music in peace without thinking about them. when i tell u ive never felt this over a fictional couple i mean it, i hate jassi for not sending them away before hand, literally anything to have them all together (yes ik his country came first etc) but he could’ve atleast told her loves her like wtf i hate men esp this emotionally constipated final boss, i don’t want to have to read into every little detail, just tell her u love her bruh u know it’s the last time so say it 🤬 it is 5am so im probably being dramatic over the edits of them

nfak hits diff with hamlina istg n i will never stop talking about this song, i’m trying to make a drabble with this intertwined however it’s not really working out but the song is insanely beautiful

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