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a/n : Main blog is @mujhekoimarsbhejdo PEHLI BAAR KHUDSE MOST OF THE PART LIKHA HAI rehem karo mere par pilis. And ofc A BIG PAPPI AND THANK YOU TO @rutvii because i love her and she madat me alot bro wrote the saxy part but mostly because i love her😍🫶🏼
Warnings : uzair ig, idk myself, sad stuff with happy ending because 😛, not proof read so spelling mistakes as a warning, married people stuff guys and mild sax sux
Summary : Uzair forgets your anniversary (thats it)
Word count : 3830 words
@ishq-e-rehman i hope i did justice to your request dont slime me 💋
And the drunk reader part was from this
You had never expected to fall in love. Having a very different perception of marriage throughout her life, you were left stunned when you married Uzair because there was a stark contrast in your relationship with him and your views on marriage and it was slowly making all your worries vanish away. Growing up in an environment where there was a constant state of tension between relationships and marriage feeling more like a transaction where even the smallest and most basic acts of service required some sort of repayment and even minute errors caused serious altercations. This always kept you in a state of apprehension about marriage but at present you would not change your relationship with your husband for anything in the world.
He was quite dense at times but that was what attracted you to him in the first place.
The method by which you had confessed your love to Uzair was not at all romantic, you frankly did not want to confess, you did not even know if you feelings for him were romantic or if you just admired him as a person.
You thought Uzair had the patience of a saint since he dealt with you because you could be difficult at times due to growing up in a completely different environment. He eased all your worries, no matter how insignificant they sounded, he even got you your favourite flowers just because you had mentioned never having received flowers before.
As if this was not enough to prove that he was fond of you, he had climbed a tree when he was in balochistan to have enough network to speak to you (yes gois balochistan me jhad hai, pura thodi banjar hoga), yes you had your doubts if he really loved you. There was a point where everyone knew you two loved each other except the two of you
So the confession was amusing to say the least, you and Uzair were attending one of his friends birthday party and obviously there was alcohol involved. It was your first time going with him to a party and meeting his friends other than the gang members so you were stuck to his side the whole night.
The grave mistake you had committed that night was overestimating yourself thinking you could handle alcohol and took a drink for yourself despite Uzair’s warning which lead to you feeling lightheaded and dizzy in the first few sips yet you continued, by the end you were drunk out of your mind looking up at Uzair with glassy eyes and the fondest smile on your face and basically hanging off his arm. You squeezed his bicep and he asked,
“Kya hua?”
“Aapse pyaar” You mumbled out wiping your grubby hands at his sleeves
“K-kya?” He sounded as if he was told the world was ending in two minutes and 8 seconds, Shock emanating from his voice
“Sach bol rahi hu, pyaar ho gaya hai aapse,” there was slight slurring in your voice which was a result of the alcohol you failed you tolerate
“Tumne pi rkahi hai..”
“Agar pi rakhi hai toh aapse pyaar nahi kar sakti?” You tip toe-ed trying to meet his eyes with yours with much effort, because the alcohol kept them heavy and lidded
“Mera matlab-”
“Kya haseen chehra hai aapka, Mashallah,” you spoke about him, the desperation dripping off of you. If you were sober even a whiff of these words would have you dying with shame, but you kept blabbering comically
You continued talking about him as if you were some Victorian young lad seeing an ankle for the first time in your life.
“Aap kitne lambe ho, aapke baal, aapki ankhe, sab pasand hai mujhe,” you beamed at him, eyes crinkling at the corners because of your ear to ear smile
“Ye kya bol rahi ho?” He looked mildly mortified not expecting you to say all that
“Sirf mohobbat karti hu vahi toh bola..” your voice grew quieter ,even in your drunken haze you were afraid of saying the wrong thing(you already had)
“Nahi nahi mera vo matlab nahi tha. Ghar chalo, tumbe pi rakhi hai, so jao hum kal baat karenge”
“Nahiiii mujhe aapko raat bhar dekhte rehna hai…mujhe nahi sona, mujhe nahi sonaaaaaaaa” You whined, wrapping both your arms around his bicep ,dropping your intoxicated face on the firm muscle.
Uzairs ears had turned pink listening to your words, he didn’t think he could handle your bluntness and outward desire to stare at him all night anymore but he would not trade this confession of yours with any other romantic confession in the world.
He stood still as stone, feeling your hot breaths graze at his skin gently. He swore he could keep his heart’s inkling to himself, for days he had seen your stolen gazes from behind the door, lingering for too long when he was about to leave, but he never once tried to conclude anything from it because he did not want to put you in awkward situation with his feelings. But here he was, in a situation he could have never imagined from his reserved wife.
He was consumed by his train of thoughts when he felt the fabric of his sleeves get wetter and the small prickly sensation, he looked down to find you nibbling on his bicep, your legs threatening to give out.
Driving was a hard task for him when you had made your whole life purpose to smother him with kisses refusing to stay put in place, he had fastened your seatbelt yet you found your way to way his face, peppering his jaw with kisses, your hands running down the span of his chest.
He had carried you up the stairs while you whined about how you could have walked just fine yourself before breaking into giggles about nothing, he placed you gently into the mattress. His world stopped for a moment, watching your flushed face, glassy eyes starting up at him with such a definite expression of love. He had always admired you, when you spent weekends on the couch with him, snuggled into his chest watching movies, he would never admit to it but he doesnt remember a second from those damn movies because all he did was watch you, watch how your eyes crinkled when you laugh, how the closeness with him always kept your cheeks pink.
But he had never an expression this raw on your face, it was drawing him in ferociously .You traced one finger down the back of his neck urging him closer and for a second he did, pressing his lips against yours before pulling back with the sense of responsibility that you may not want this tomorrow and that you barely knew what you were doing.
Inevitably you fussed, trying to pull him back in but he just shushed you till you fell asleep, which really did not take long
Uzair was high on nerves the following morning, he woke up way before, he kept tossing and turning, his eyes occasionally landing on you, taking in your blissful expression, the sun was casting its rays through the window, your eyelashes forming shadows over your choice which just emphasised their length and fullness, your dark waves all over the pillow like a halo, lips parted slightly which determined that you were in deep sleep and beyond waking up
So that's how it started.
It took you a long time to decode your husband, he was not exactly mysterious because every flicker of emotion would be immediately evident on his face but there was this air of unpredictability he carried around him which always intrigued you.
Uzair being called selfless was an understatement, he was always there for Rehman Bhai at any given time and he loved to take every burden upon his shoulders. You admired his sense of responsibility and respect for his brother but there were times when this tendency of his irritated you infinitely because he was present for everyone but you. Although it had not been a major topic of altercation between the two of you but it was certainly one of the many reasons as to why things got tense when he came home late or suddenly left in the morning to do someone else’s bidding
Uzair remembered stuff atleast that's what you thought seeing him blabber about some random deal which he and Rehman Bhai had made years ago. Hence, you naturally expected him to remember your anniversary but apparently not.
The night before the anniversary you were the only excited one, stood in the kitchen sweltering heat for hours on end, working efficiently to make everything he had ever mentioned loving. There was no better way to show your devotion in your mind.
Uzair had come home early and he did not even bat an eye at you, his replies short and cold carried exhaustion, stress and anger radiating from his body.
He slept without having dinner which you had spent hours making and also without changing his clothes which carried the stench of tobacco and gunpowder along with them.
The food grew cold at the decorated table,stinging a strange pain in your heart. Isnt that what you had always expected from a marriage? Quiet nights with no explanation, watching hours of hard work fall dull to what the man did outside the house, you had seen your mother do this a hundred times, it was supposed to be a natural occurrence wasn't it?- to live without praise.
You felt a tad bit of disappointment but you could surely forgive him for it, he was weary due to the affairs at the factory and he must remember your anniversary…right? It was not mandatory that both of you had to celebrate when the clock struck twelve, he would surely wish tomorrow or so you thought.
Perhaps you had expected too much from him, you woke up expecting to be bombarded with affection, maybe even a gift, all of your hopes were shattered when you saw the other side of the bed empty when you woke up- empty and cold, signaling his early leaving.
Your displeasure was rising now, did he really forget it? At least he should have remembered it for the first year! You could feel your heart clench and a strange feeling had built up in the pit of your stomach. With a heavy heart you got out of bed to carry on with your daily chores.
You even tried to call him in the afternoon but he did not pick up. Was he really that busy? He always picked your call up in the first few rings, what was wrong with him. Your brain spiralled into unwelcomed thoughts, it was quite unlikely but you very obviously started assuming he was cheating on you, you had faith in him but you were being betrayed by your own mind. Every minute spent thinking about him made you feel hopeless and angry at him. He had been acting quite distant lately, coming home late, leaving early, all of this was aggravating you now.
Despite the anger building in your heart you dressed up for him, adorning yourself in a fine suit- the green one you wore at your mehendi, who silk fabric reflect in the light, and the pair of jhumkas he had gifted you on your first eid together, maybe now it would click him and maybe the day would end on a good note but he just came walking through the door looking completely numb, just threw his bed on the phone and sat down, holding his face in his hands.
You looked at his distressed state and decided to keep all your assumptions and worries aside for a few seconds and maybe ask him what's bothering him right now, you sat beside him, he felt the mattress dip in weight. You had kept your hand on his shoulder when he snapped,
“Kya hai?!”
“Awas mat uthao mujh par!!!” You snapped back, his eyes widened with panic before he apologised,
“Maaf karna…voh..”
“Vo kya vo? Tum bhool gaye aaj kya hai?”
“Kya hai aaj? Aaj sunday hai aur kya”
“Aap sacch mei bhul gaye? Anniversary hai humaari aaj Uzair!”
Realisation set in, he quickly glanced down at his watch which showed today's date, panic set in that he tried to gulp down with a forced coolness
“ Haan..voh. Toh? Kaam tha mujhe bahut dimaag se nikal gaya yaar” he mumbled, barely able to get the cruel sounding words out, but it was all that came to his mind now
“DIMAAG SE NIKAL GAYA? Kaam kaam.. Itna hi kaam tha toh shaadi hi kyu ki?”
‘Shaadi hi kyu ki?’ As if he had a choice himself, the sentence alone made the weariness of his day worse and he said something he never meant to say, not like this atleast
“Mar nahi raha tha mai shaadi karne ke liye,bhai ke vajah se ki thi” he snarled, shrugging off
Tears were quick to come to your eyes, you couldn’t bear to look at him, not wanting to make him feel that you were weak, but you couldn’t ignore the clenching of your heart. Your voice threatened to crack at each syllable but you cleared your thrashing before speaking,
“Theek hai…”
You were hurt but you already felt oddly numb, maybe it was the fact that everything was falling into place and how your previous suspicions, the ones which you always had growing up that every relationship gets strained after its sweet moments came true. All the clashes you had witnessed at home coming back to you, maybe that's how it is and always will be.
The enormity of the situation dawned upon Uzair, the strong sense of contrition had taken over him, he was almost desperate to apologise to you because what he said was completely opposite of what he meant
“Jaana-”
“Nahi..jaane dijiye aap…”
“ Jaan mera matlab voh nahi tha”
“Toh kya matlab tha Uzair?” You looked up at him eyes glassy with unshed tears, you were holding back from letting out crushed sobs but looking at him was more difficult than whatever you were trying to do
“Please ro mat” his large palms enveloping both of yours in his, the pleading in his voice evident “ Galti se kuch bhi bol diya..maaf kardo jaana”
“KYA MAAF KARU? Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha aap kya kar rahe ho! Ek hafte se theek se mujh se baat nahi kar rahe! Itni der se ghar aate ho uske baad chup hoke baith jaate hoo, thak gayi hoon mai akele reh kar ke. Ek baar ko toh shaadi maine yahi man mana ki kai thi baaki sab ki tarah,..apni ammi ki tarah chup reh kar nikaal lungi saari zindagi”
“Fir aap mile, jaise socha tha usse lakh gunna accha parivaar mila aur ek baar ke liye laga ki mujhe galat fehmi thi..aapki har kamiyon ko nazarandaaz kiya, kyunki mujhe lagta tha aapko bas pyaar jaatane nahi aata.. Par nahi aapki jindagi mei kaam ke liye kisi aur cheez ke liye jagah nahi hai. Aapko humaari anniversary tak nahi yaad thi Uzair? Mai paaglo ki tarah kal raat se aapke kuch bolna ka inteezar kar rahi hoon”
“Jaanu-”
“ Par aapko toh pyaar karna hi nahi aata, ya shayad aapko mujhse pyaar nahi karna aata kyunki aapko toh bahut ‘kaam’ hota hai na factory pe, yeh kaam Rehman bhai ko kyu nahi hota hai Uzair?”
“ Nahi nahi vaise kuch bhi nahi hai y/n-”
“ Kitni befkoof thi mai ki aapse..aapse mohabbat kar baithi, ek aise aadmi se pyaar kar baithi jise apni hi shaadi majboori lagti hai”
“ Mujhe pata thi kitni excited thi tum..peechle mahine se hi shopping kare jaa rahi thi aaj ke liye, mai kuch bolta nahi hoon par mera saara dhyaan sirf tum pe hi rehta hai y/n. Mujhe tumhe dekhne ke liye kaun kaha raha hai? Koi nahi, koi nahi mere alawa. Jab tak tumhaari pasand na pasand na pata ho tab tak mujhe tasali nahi milti, tumhe hastien hue na dekh lo sukoon nahi milta”
“ Mujhe kuch nahi sunana”
“ Par mujhe batana hai”
“ Rehman bhai waali baat…mera matlab voh nahi tha..y/n, mujhe shuru se pata tha meri jindagi ka koi thikana nahi hai , aaj hai kal nahi aise mei mai kisi ladki se shaadi karke use apne saath barbaad nahi kar sakta. Yeh sach hai mujhe yeh shaadi nahi karni thi par..mere liye tum sirf ek zimmedari nahi hoo.Pata hai mujhe kitni ghinn aati hai khud par ki yeh jaante hue ki kaise zindagi hai meri mai tumhe fir bhi chata hoon”
You could not utter a single word, you shifted closer to him slightly, your hand tightened around his, offering as much comfort as you could from this gesture.
“Tum nahi dekhti joh mai dekhta hoon roz kisi naye insaan ka khoon mere haathon mei hota hai, kitni laashien dekhi hai maine bachpan se aaj tak, jis tarah tumhe dar lagta hai y/n mujhe bhi dar lagta hai, bahut darr lagta hai par mai nahi dikha sakta, meri kamzoori dikhaane se sirf tumhien nuksaan hoga”
“ Abhi voh Irfan ki shaadi hui thi’” describe his panik :P “2 mahine bhi nahi hue the aur mere aakhon ke saamne usse goli maar di, voh mai bhi ho sakta tha y/n. Kabse dimaag mei bas yahi baat chal rahi hai, ki kya haq hai mujhe tumse pyaar karne ka jab mere paas tumhein dene ke liye kuch hai nahi, mai toh tumhe yeh vaada bhi nahi kar sakta ki mai kal vaapis jinda aaunga”
“Sabne tumhe sirf apne matlab ke liye istmaal kiya hai y/n, tumharein baap ke liye tum bas siyaasi mohra thi aur kuch had tak bhaiya ne bhi meri shaadi mei bhi bas apna matlab dekha aur maine bhi sirf apna matlab dekha, sir bhai ki baat maan ne ke liye haan kar diya ek baar yeh bhi nahi socha ki tum joh chati hoon voh mai tumhe kabhi de bhi paunga ki nahi.. Par ab mujhse nahi jhela jaata..khud se nafrat hogayi hai. Peechle ek hafte se ghar aata hoon bas ek ladki ki shakal dikhti hai jiski mai jindagi barbaad kar raha hoon.. Mar mai abhi bhi utna khudgarz hoon tumhein jaane nahi de sakta, tumhare liye behtar banana chata hoon y/n”
"Aisa nahi hai ke main anniversary ki date bhool gaya tha... baat yeh hai ke main darr gaya tha, darr ke alawa dimaag mei kuch tha hi nahi.. Maaf kardo meri jaan"
You were too stunned to speak, your throat feeling heavy as every syllable which threatened to pour out choking your throat. You did not say anything just leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, hoping he would reciprocate the hug which he certainly did
Uzair let out an involuntarily choked sigh and wrapped his arms around your waist, and hid his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent which always calmed his nerves. You could feel him physically melting against you and going limp. You kept your chin on his shoulder as you gently scratched the back of his head. Uzair felt as if he was ascending to heaven after long overdue.
You reluctantly pulled away from his embrace, his palms still on your hips, you were embarrassed now, for your earlier assumptions, unable to meet his gaze, he shot you a puzzled look
“Kya hua?”
“Voh… mai toh kuch aur hu samajh bethi” you felt utterly humiliated and frankly wanted to laugh at yourself for overthinking
“Aur mohotarma kya samajh bethi?”
“Mujhe laga apko kisi aur ladki se dusra nikaah karna tha” you just wished the ground would swallow you as a whole
“KYA?!” was all Uzair could exclaim because he was marveled at the absurdity of it because he would never in his worst nightmares think of doing that to you.
“Mere defense me! Mera ye sochna jayaz tha! Sirf aap kaam par jate the, ghar der se aate the aur bhai toh kaam nahi hota tha itna..toh voh…ha”
“Meri jaan, ek biwi sambhali nahi jaa rahi dusri ko kaise sambhalu”
You smacked his arm and he yelped rubbing he spot where you slapped him.
“Mai aapko bojh lagti hu? Maar khaoge aap”
“Chalo theek hai, tumse maar bhi kha lunga” you would have visibly cringed if someone would have uttered the same words to you but he was your dear husband so you would gladly allow it
“Aapko me badme dikhati hu pehle khana kha lo”
“Abhi dikha do, jaana” his voice deepened, losing some it of its playfulness turning into something slightly sultry but enough for you to catch the change in his tone, and understand his intentions
“Aapko toh sirf ulti seedhi baate karne aati hai” you tried to diffuse the situation with a half smile, but he was determined to ‘apologise’ to you.
His face dropped into the crook of your neck once again making your breath hitch, before you could overcome the sensation of his beard prickling at your sensitive skin,he had pulled you close. He laid back on the mattress, taking you down with him till your face hovered inches away from his.
His breath warm at your skin, goosebumps rise at your arms as you stare breathlessly “ Humaari begum ko lagta hai hum use pyaar nahi karte? Yeh galat fehmi toh dur karni padegi”
After a year of waiting and longing you both had finally given into your desires,and Uzair was really dead set on making up to you, he had spent a painfully long time preparing yourself for his thickness, diving his face into your most intimate place like it was nothing but elixir of life for him to devour till your thighs were trembling, body was burning with the delirious pleasure that had been long denied from you
Fuck why didnt you do this sooner?
He was not going to let his meal go to waste, so after you were done and gushing on his handsome face he still didn't budge till he had sucked everything clean with embarrassingly loud slurps and hums that vibrated through your whole body, second he made sure to stretch you out with his fingers before finally apologising with his throbbing hardness.
Each thrust was designed for your pleasure, it was a selfless devotion till it wasn't. His pace quickened with the urge to fuck the idea out of your head, that he could ever so look at a women that wasnt you, that he could ever love someone that wasnt you. You both came at the same time, clinging and intertwining your limbs together, there was nothing left of both of you other than panting breaths and thrumming hearts.
( After that Uzair of course had to do damage control and take you shopping and you spend to your heart’s content)
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