To anyone stupid enough to not understand this, these stories are obviously based on the fictional portrayal of the characters by the talented (and hot) actors and do not condone any real life individuals (they are absolute assholes).
No part of my story(s) is made using AI. My shit is purely made by my own sleep deprived brain. And I do not need the help of a fucking robot even in my creative space.
WARNINGS:
canon typical violence, foul language (i think it is an obvious thing), gore(maybe), sexual scenes (prolly not but idk)
will add more if i find them (please tell me if i missed any)
UZAIR BALOCH:
->SERIES:
Finger Paints And Firearms:An Uzair Baloch Fanfiction
->(00)Prologue
->(01) Babhi Really Said Bye
->(02) Bhabhi Was NOT a Hallucination
->(03) Bhabhi & The Downfall Of Uzair Baloch
->(04)Bhabhi Said Good Morning And He Malfunctioned
->(05)Bhabhi Said His Name And He Folded
->(06)Miss Rooh Sir
->(07)Emotionally Adopted
->(08)Warm Lights, Loud Voices
->(09)Between Crowds And Chai
->(10)Goodnight, Uzair
->(11)Family Interrogation
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Yes, you read that corrctly, I am taking a one week long break from tumblr after i update chapter 13 of my fic.
The main reason for this is, that i desperately need to step away from the screen. I have been spending so much time here that i kinda forgot to go outside, so for one week, no tumblr for me.
So this is just me announcing that imma take a break. i promise you i WILL be back. its not that easy to get rid of me.
The next morning, Uzair came downstairs expecting a peaceful breakfast.
Instead, he walked directly into a trap.
The entire dining room was occupied. Rehman sat at the head of the table reading through messages on his phone while Ulfat poured chai. Naieem was already halfway through breakfast, Faizal was attempting to convince everyone that school should be illegal, and across the table sat Hamza, Donga, and Siyahi.
Waiting.
Like vultures.
The second Uzair appeared, Hamza's face lit up.
"Good morning, Uzair."
Safe.
Normal.
Suspicious.
Uzair narrowed his eyes immediately.
"Good morning."
A pause.
Thenβ
"Goodnight, Uzair."
The table exploded.
Naieem nearly spat out his chai.
Faizal looked around wildly.
Donga slapped the table.
Even Rehman looked up from his phone.
Uzair closed his eyes.
"...Hamza."
"What? Bas dua de raha hoon."
"Main tujhe balcony se phenk dunga."
"Nahi phekoge."
"Why not?"
"Because people in love become soft."
The laughter somehow got worse.
Across the table, Ulfat calmly stirred her tea.
"Honestly, I'm impressed he even slept last night."
Hamza pointed dramatically.
"BHABHI."
"I have eyes."
"Betrayal."
"No," Naieem corrected. "This is family."
"Same thing."
Faizal looked between everyone suspiciously.
"Chachu ne kya kiya? Kal raat kuch hua tha kya?"
"Nothing."
"Everything," Hamza answered at the same time.
Faizal nodded.
"I believe Hamza chachu."
"Of course you do."
Breakfast continued in relative peace after that.
Or at least as much peace as possible when Hamza kept making heart shapes out of toast every time Uzair looked away.
Eventually, Rehman cleared his throat.
The table quieted immediately.
"I need to discuss something."
That got everyone's attention.
"What happened?" Naieem asked.
Rehman set his phone down.
"We're leaving for Balochistan this afternoon."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Hamza blinked.
Donga blinked.
Siyahi looked offended.
Uzair froze.
Thenβ
"What?"
"What?"
"What?"
Faizal looked delighted.
"Am I still going to school?"
"No."
"BEST DAY EVER."
Meanwhile, the older boys looked like someone had personally ruined their lives.
"This afternoon?" Hamza repeated.
"As in today?"
"Like TODAY today?"
Rehman looked entirely unbothered.
"That is generally what this afternoon means."
"Absolutely not."
"We reject this decision."
"You don't get a vote."
"We should."
"This is dictatorship."
Across the table, Ulfat sighed.
"Drama band karo."
"No."
"This is serious."
"We know," she replied patiently. "Which is why you're going."
Donga looked devastated.
"But schoolβ"
"Will survive."
"The studentsβ"
"They'll survive too."
"The football teamβ"
"There is no football team."
"There could have been."
Siyahi rubbed a hand over his face.
"We just got settled."
"It's only a few days," Rehman said. "There's an important political gathering. Community leaders, meetings, discussions. I need all of you there."
The table collectively sulked.
Then, while calmly reaching for her chai, Ulfat casually addedβ
"Oh, and the Ansari family is coming too."
Silence.
A very different silence.
Hamza froze.
Donga froze.
Naieem slowly lowered his cup.
Even Siyahi looked up.
Across the table, Uzair stopped moving entirely.
"The Ansaris?" Naieem repeated.
"Hassan is attending some of the meetings," Rehman said. "He's bringing the family."
Another pause.
Thenβ
Hamza sat up so fast his chair squeaked.
"OH MY GOD."
"Hamza."
"THEY'RE COMING?"
"To Balochistan, yes."
"FOR THE WHOLE EVENT?"
"Most likely."
Donga looked seconds away from passing out.
"Oh my God."
"Exactly."
Across the table, five heads slowly turned toward Uzair.
One after another.
Like possessed owls.
Uzair suddenly became very interested in his breakfast.
"Interesting."
"Very interesting."
"What a coincidence."
"A remarkable coincidence."
"A historic coincidence."
"I hate all of you."
"No, you don't."
Faizal looked between everyone suspiciously.
"Why are we talking about Rooh chachi?"
The table exploded.
Hamza physically folded over laughing.
Donga smacked the table.
Naieem nearly dropped his chai.
Even Siyahi looked like he was trying not to smile.
Uzair closed his eyes.
"...Allah."
Then, from the head of the table, Rehman slowly looked toward Ulfat.
One look.
The kind married people develop after years together.
"I knew it."
Ulfat looked unbearably pleased.
"I told you."
The boys immediately stopped laughing.
Because that sentence meant something.
Something dangerous.
Something very dangerous.
Hamza slowly pointed between them.
"...you two know?"
"We have eyes," Ulfat replied.
"You weren't subtle."
"At all," Rehman added.
Donga looked horrified.
"We were VERY subtle."
"No."
"We absolutely were."
"No."
Siyahi sighed.
"To be fair, Hamza did scream about earrings in the school parking lot."
"THAT WAS A PRIVATE MOMENT."
"It was outside."
"There were witnesses."
Hamza looked betrayed.
Meanwhile Uzair was actively considering leaving the country.
Then, because Allah clearly enjoyed his suffering, Ulfat smiled into her chai and casually askedβ
"So should I start looking at wedding venues in Balochistan?"
The table exploded for the third time.
"BHABHI!"
"WHAT?"
"I'm asking."
"YOU ARE NOT ASKING."
"Sounds like asking."
"THAT'S THREATENING."
Even Rehman laughed at that one.
And somehowβ
the worst part wasn't the teasing.
The worst part was that in only a few hoursβ
Uzair was actually going to see her again.
Which meant the next several hours were going to be absolutely unbearable.
The Ansari household was significantly calmer than the Baloch haveli.
Not quiet.
Just normal.
The dining room smelled faintly of parathas and chai while morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows. Hassan sat at the head of the table scrolling through messages on his phone while Nadia Ansari, Rooh's mother,omg supervised breakfast with the effortless authority only mothers seemed to possess.
Nadia was elegance wrapped in warmth.
The kind of woman who always looked put together no matter the situation.
Soft-spoken.
Observant.
The family peacemaker whenever Hassan got too serious and Rooh got too quiet.
"Rooh beta, eat properly."
"I am eating properly."
"That is not proper eating."
Rooh looked down at her plate.
"...I'm literally eating."
"Not enough."
Hassan hid a smile behind his chai.
"You've started now."
"I never stopped."
Breakfast continued peacefully for approximately four minutes.
The rest of the morning disappeared surprisingly fast.
By noon, both households had descended into varying degrees of chaos.
At the Baloch haveli, suitcases had appeared from nowhere, drivers were being yelled at, documents were being hunted down, and nobody seemed entirely sure where anything actually was.
Donga was currently sitting on top of a suitcase while Hamza attempted to force the zipper closed.
"Push."
"I AM pushing."
"Push harder."
"I'm not a crane."
The zipper surrendered first.
Siyahi walked past, looked at the disaster once, and kept walking.
"Helpful."
"You're beyond help."
Meanwhile, downstairs, Ulfat had taken complete control of the operation.
"Naieem, did you pack your medicines?"
"Haan."
"Show me."
A pause.
"...I forgot."
"I knew it."
Nearby, Faizal was attempting to sneak enough snacks into his backpack to survive a small apocalypse.
"Faizal."
The child froze immediately.
"Ji?"
"Put them back."
"They're for the journey."
"You packed fourteen packets."
"What if I get hungry?"
"You'll survive."
Upstairs, Uzair was trying to finish packing in peace when Hamza wandered into his room uninvited.
"So."
"No."
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"I do."
Hamza dropped onto the bed dramatically.
"The Ansarisβ"
"Get out."
"I'm just saying, what if you're sitting together?"
A pillow hit him in the face.
"What ifβ"
A second pillow followed.
"OUT."
Across the city, the Ansari household wasn't doing much better.
Nadia had checked everyone's luggage twice already. Hassan had checked the travel schedule three times. Rooh had packed hours ago, yet somehow kept reopening the same suitcase to rearrange things that were already perfectly organized.
Nadia eventually noticed.
"Rooh."
"Hm?"
"You've repacked that bag three times."
Rooh looked down.
"...oh."
"You nervous?"
"A little."
Nadia smiled softly.
"First political gathering?"
"Haan."
"That's normal."
Unfortunately, Safiya had somehow invited herself over again.
"I know why she's nervous."
Rooh immediately looked suspicious.
"No, you don't."
"I do."
"No."
"Yes."
Hassan lowered his phone.
"What now?"
Safiya gasped dramatically.
"What if she runs into school security people there?"
Rooh nearly choked.
"Safiya!"
"I'M JUST SAYING."
Nadia looked confused.
"What security people?"
Rooh closed her eyes.
"Oh my God."
Safiya looked delighted.
By early afternoon, the bags were packed, the cars were ready, and both families were preparing to leave for Balochistan.
Neither family knew it yet.
But this trip was already becoming far more complicated than a simple political gathering.
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The next morning, Uzair came downstairs expecting a peaceful breakfast.
Instead, he walked directly into a trap.
The entire dining room was occupied. Rehman sat at the head of the table reading through messages on his phone while Ulfat poured chai. Naieem was already halfway through breakfast, Faizal was attempting to convince everyone that school should be illegal, and across the table sat Hamza, Donga, and Siyahi.
Waiting.
Like vultures.
The second Uzair appeared, Hamza's face lit up.
"Good morning, Uzair."
Safe.
Normal.
Suspicious.
Uzair narrowed his eyes immediately.
"Good morning."
A pause.
Thenβ
"Goodnight, Uzair."
The table exploded.
Naieem nearly spat out his chai.
Faizal looked around wildly.
Donga slapped the table.
Even Rehman looked up from his phone.
Uzair closed his eyes.
"...Hamza."
"What? Bas dua de raha hoon."
"Main tujhe balcony se phenk dunga."
"Nahi phekoge."
"Why not?"
"Because people in love become soft."
The laughter somehow got worse.
Across the table, Ulfat calmly stirred her tea.
"Honestly, I'm impressed he even slept last night."
Hamza pointed dramatically.
"BHABHI."
"I have eyes."
"Betrayal."
"No," Naieem corrected. "This is family."
"Same thing."
Faizal looked between everyone suspiciously.
"Chachu ne kya kiya? Kal raat kuch hua tha kya?"
"Nothing."
"Everything," Hamza answered at the same time.
Faizal nodded.
"I believe Hamza chachu."
"Of course you do."
Breakfast continued in relative peace after that.
Or at least as much peace as possible when Hamza kept making heart shapes out of toast every time Uzair looked away.
Eventually, Rehman cleared his throat.
The table quieted immediately.
"I need to discuss something."
That got everyone's attention.
"What happened?" Naieem asked.
Rehman set his phone down.
"We're leaving for Balochistan this afternoon."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Hamza blinked.
Donga blinked.
Siyahi looked offended.
Uzair froze.
Thenβ
"What?"
"What?"
"What?"
Faizal looked delighted.
"Am I still going to school?"
"No."
"BEST DAY EVER."
Meanwhile, the older boys looked like someone had personally ruined their lives.
"This afternoon?" Hamza repeated.
"As in today?"
"Like TODAY today?"
Rehman looked entirely unbothered.
"That is generally what this afternoon means."
"Absolutely not."
"We reject this decision."
"You don't get a vote."
"We should."
"This is dictatorship."
Across the table, Ulfat sighed.
"Drama band karo."
"No."
"This is serious."
"We know," she replied patiently. "Which is why you're going."
Donga looked devastated.
"But schoolβ"
"Will survive."
"The studentsβ"
"They'll survive too."
"The football teamβ"
"There is no football team."
"There could have been."
Siyahi rubbed a hand over his face.
"We just got settled."
"It's only a few days," Rehman said. "There's an important political gathering. Community leaders, meetings, discussions. I need all of you there."
The table collectively sulked.
Then, while calmly reaching for her chai, Ulfat casually addedβ
"Oh, and the Ansari family is coming too."
Silence.
A very different silence.
Hamza froze.
Donga froze.
Naieem slowly lowered his cup.
Even Siyahi looked up.
Across the table, Uzair stopped moving entirely.
"The Ansaris?" Naieem repeated.
"Hassan is attending some of the meetings," Rehman said. "He's bringing the family."
Another pause.
Thenβ
Hamza sat up so fast his chair squeaked.
"OH MY GOD."
"Hamza."
"THEY'RE COMING?"
"To Balochistan, yes."
"FOR THE WHOLE EVENT?"
"Most likely."
Donga looked seconds away from passing out.
"Oh my God."
"Exactly."
Across the table, five heads slowly turned toward Uzair.
One after another.
Like possessed owls.
Uzair suddenly became very interested in his breakfast.
"Interesting."
"Very interesting."
"What a coincidence."
"A remarkable coincidence."
"A historic coincidence."
"I hate all of you."
"No, you don't."
Faizal looked between everyone suspiciously.
"Why are we talking about Rooh chachi?"
The table exploded.
Hamza physically folded over laughing.
Donga smacked the table.
Naieem nearly dropped his chai.
Even Siyahi looked like he was trying not to smile.
Uzair closed his eyes.
"...Allah."
Then, from the head of the table, Rehman slowly looked toward Ulfat.
One look.
The kind married people develop after years together.
"I knew it."
Ulfat looked unbearably pleased.
"I told you."
The boys immediately stopped laughing.
Because that sentence meant something.
Something dangerous.
Something very dangerous.
Hamza slowly pointed between them.
"...you two know?"
"We have eyes," Ulfat replied.
"You weren't subtle."
"At all," Rehman added.
Donga looked horrified.
"We were VERY subtle."
"No."
"We absolutely were."
"No."
Siyahi sighed.
"To be fair, Hamza did scream about earrings in the school parking lot."
"THAT WAS A PRIVATE MOMENT."
"It was outside."
"There were witnesses."
Hamza looked betrayed.
Meanwhile Uzair was actively considering leaving the country.
Then, because Allah clearly enjoyed his suffering, Ulfat smiled into her chai and casually askedβ
"So should I start looking at wedding venues in Balochistan?"
The table exploded for the third time.
"BHABHI!"
"WHAT?"
"I'm asking."
"YOU ARE NOT ASKING."
"Sounds like asking."
"THAT'S THREATENING."
Even Rehman laughed at that one.
And somehowβ
the worst part wasn't the teasing.
The worst part was that in only a few hoursβ
Uzair was actually going to see her again.
Which meant the next several hours were going to be absolutely unbearable.
The Ansari household was significantly calmer than the Baloch haveli.
Not quiet.
Just normal.
The dining room smelled faintly of parathas and chai while morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows. Hassan sat at the head of the table scrolling through messages on his phone while Nadia Ansari, Rooh's mother,omg supervised breakfast with the effortless authority only mothers seemed to possess.
Nadia was elegance wrapped in warmth.
The kind of woman who always looked put together no matter the situation.
Soft-spoken.
Observant.
The family peacemaker whenever Hassan got too serious and Rooh got too quiet.
"Rooh beta, eat properly."
"I am eating properly."
"That is not proper eating."
Rooh looked down at her plate.
"...I'm literally eating."
"Not enough."
Hassan hid a smile behind his chai.
"You've started now."
"I never stopped."
Breakfast continued peacefully for approximately four minutes.
The rest of the morning disappeared surprisingly fast.
By noon, both households had descended into varying degrees of chaos.
At the Baloch haveli, suitcases had appeared from nowhere, drivers were being yelled at, documents were being hunted down, and nobody seemed entirely sure where anything actually was.
Donga was currently sitting on top of a suitcase while Hamza attempted to force the zipper closed.
"Push."
"I AM pushing."
"Push harder."
"I'm not a crane."
The zipper surrendered first.
Siyahi walked past, looked at the disaster once, and kept walking.
"Helpful."
"You're beyond help."
Meanwhile, downstairs, Ulfat had taken complete control of the operation.
"Naieem, did you pack your medicines?"
"Haan."
"Show me."
A pause.
"...I forgot."
"I knew it."
Nearby, Faizal was attempting to sneak enough snacks into his backpack to survive a small apocalypse.
"Faizal."
The child froze immediately.
"Ji?"
"Put them back."
"They're for the journey."
"You packed fourteen packets."
"What if I get hungry?"
"You'll survive."
Upstairs, Uzair was trying to finish packing in peace when Hamza wandered into his room uninvited.
"So."
"No."
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"I do."
Hamza dropped onto the bed dramatically.
"The Ansarisβ"
"Get out."
"I'm just saying, what if you're sitting together?"
A pillow hit him in the face.
"What ifβ"
A second pillow followed.
"OUT."
Across the city, the Ansari household wasn't doing much better.
Nadia had checked everyone's luggage twice already. Hassan had checked the travel schedule three times. Rooh had packed hours ago, yet somehow kept reopening the same suitcase to rearrange things that were already perfectly organized.
Nadia eventually noticed.
"Rooh."
"Hm?"
"You've repacked that bag three times."
Rooh looked down.
"...oh."
"You nervous?"
"A little."
Nadia smiled softly.
"First political gathering?"
"Haan."
"That's normal."
Unfortunately, Safiya had somehow invited herself over again.
"I know why she's nervous."
Rooh immediately looked suspicious.
"No, you don't."
"I do."
"No."
"Yes."
Hassan lowered his phone.
"What now?"
Safiya gasped dramatically.
"What if she runs into school security people there?"
Rooh nearly choked.
"Safiya!"
"I'M JUST SAYING."
Nadia looked confused.
"What security people?"
Rooh closed her eyes.
"Oh my God."
Safiya looked delighted.
By early afternoon, the bags were packed, the cars were ready, and both families were preparing to leave for Balochistan.
Neither family knew it yet.
But this trip was already becoming far more complicated than a simple political gathering.
The next morning, Uzair came downstairs expecting a peaceful breakfast.
Instead, he walked directly into a trap.
The entire dining room was occupied. Rehman sat at the head of the table reading through messages on his phone while Ulfat poured chai. Naieem was already halfway through breakfast, Faizal was attempting to convince everyone that school should be illegal, and across the table sat Hamza, Donga, and Siyahi.
Waiting.
Like vultures.
The second Uzair appeared, Hamza's face lit up.
"Good morning, Uzair."
Safe.
Normal.
Suspicious.
Uzair narrowed his eyes immediately.
"Good morning."
A pause.
Thenβ
"Goodnight, Uzair."
The table exploded.
Naieem nearly spat out his chai.
Faizal looked around wildly.
Donga slapped the table.
Even Rehman looked up from his phone.
Uzair closed his eyes.
"...Hamza."
"What? Bas dua de raha hoon."
"Main tujhe balcony se phenk dunga."
"Nahi phekoge."
"Why not?"
"Because people in love become soft."
The laughter somehow got worse.
Across the table, Ulfat calmly stirred her tea.
"Honestly, I'm impressed he even slept last night."
Hamza pointed dramatically.
"BHABHI."
"I have eyes."
"Betrayal."
"No," Naieem corrected. "This is family."
"Same thing."
Faizal looked between everyone suspiciously.
"Chachu ne kya kiya? Kal raat kuch hua tha kya?"
"Nothing."
"Everything," Hamza answered at the same time.
Faizal nodded.
"I believe Hamza chachu."
"Of course you do."
Breakfast continued in relative peace after that.
Or at least as much peace as possible when Hamza kept making heart shapes out of toast every time Uzair looked away.
Eventually, Rehman cleared his throat.
The table quieted immediately.
"I need to discuss something."
That got everyone's attention.
"What happened?" Naieem asked.
Rehman set his phone down.
"We're leaving for Balochistan this afternoon."
Silence.
Complete silence.
Hamza blinked.
Donga blinked.
Siyahi looked offended.
Uzair froze.
Thenβ
"What?"
"What?"
"What?"
Faizal looked delighted.
"Am I still going to school?"
"No."
"BEST DAY EVER."
Meanwhile, the older boys looked like someone had personally ruined their lives.
"This afternoon?" Hamza repeated.
"As in today?"
"Like TODAY today?"
Rehman looked entirely unbothered.
"That is generally what this afternoon means."
"Absolutely not."
"We reject this decision."
"You don't get a vote."
"We should."
"This is dictatorship."
Across the table, Ulfat sighed.
"Drama band karo."
"No."
"This is serious."
"We know," she replied patiently. "Which is why you're going."
Donga looked devastated.
"But schoolβ"
"Will survive."
"The studentsβ"
"They'll survive too."
"The football teamβ"
"There is no football team."
"There could have been."
Siyahi rubbed a hand over his face.
"We just got settled."
"It's only a few days," Rehman said. "There's an important political gathering. Community leaders, meetings, discussions. I need all of you there."
The table collectively sulked.
Then, while calmly reaching for her chai, Ulfat casually addedβ
"Oh, and the Ansari family is coming too."
Silence.
A very different silence.
Hamza froze.
Donga froze.
Naieem slowly lowered his cup.
Even Siyahi looked up.
Across the table, Uzair stopped moving entirely.
"The Ansaris?" Naieem repeated.
"Hassan is attending some of the meetings," Rehman said. "He's bringing the family."
Another pause.
Thenβ
Hamza sat up so fast his chair squeaked.
"OH MY GOD."
"Hamza."
"THEY'RE COMING?"
"To Balochistan, yes."
"FOR THE WHOLE EVENT?"
"Most likely."
Donga looked seconds away from passing out.
"Oh my God."
"Exactly."
Across the table, five heads slowly turned toward Uzair.
One after another.
Like possessed owls.
Uzair suddenly became very interested in his breakfast.
"Interesting."
"Very interesting."
"What a coincidence."
"A remarkable coincidence."
"A historic coincidence."
"I hate all of you."
"No, you don't."
Faizal looked between everyone suspiciously.
"Why are we talking about Rooh chachi?"
The table exploded.
Hamza physically folded over laughing.
Donga smacked the table.
Naieem nearly dropped his chai.
Even Siyahi looked like he was trying not to smile.
Uzair closed his eyes.
"...Allah."
Then, from the head of the table, Rehman slowly looked toward Ulfat.
One look.
The kind married people develop after years together.
"I knew it."
Ulfat looked unbearably pleased.
"I told you."
The boys immediately stopped laughing.
Because that sentence meant something.
Something dangerous.
Something very dangerous.
Hamza slowly pointed between them.
"...you two know?"
"We have eyes," Ulfat replied.
"You weren't subtle."
"At all," Rehman added.
Donga looked horrified.
"We were VERY subtle."
"No."
"We absolutely were."
"No."
Siyahi sighed.
"To be fair, Hamza did scream about earrings in the school parking lot."
"THAT WAS A PRIVATE MOMENT."
"It was outside."
"There were witnesses."
Hamza looked betrayed.
Meanwhile Uzair was actively considering leaving the country.
Then, because Allah clearly enjoyed his suffering, Ulfat smiled into her chai and casually askedβ
"So should I start looking at wedding venues in Balochistan?"
The table exploded for the third time.
"BHABHI!"
"WHAT?"
"I'm asking."
"YOU ARE NOT ASKING."
"Sounds like asking."
"THAT'S THREATENING."
Even Rehman laughed at that one.
And somehowβ
the worst part wasn't the teasing.
The worst part was that in only a few hoursβ
Uzair was actually going to see her again.
Which meant the next several hours were going to be absolutely unbearable.
The Ansari household was significantly calmer than the Baloch haveli.
Not quiet.
Just normal.
The dining room smelled faintly of parathas and chai while morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows. Hassan sat at the head of the table scrolling through messages on his phone while Nadia Ansari, Rooh's mother,omg supervised breakfast with the effortless authority only mothers seemed to possess.
Nadia was elegance wrapped in warmth.
The kind of woman who always looked put together no matter the situation.
Soft-spoken.
Observant.
The family peacemaker whenever Hassan got too serious and Rooh got too quiet.
"Rooh beta, eat properly."
"I am eating properly."
"That is not proper eating."
Rooh looked down at her plate.
"...I'm literally eating."
"Not enough."
Hassan hid a smile behind his chai.
"You've started now."
"I never stopped."
Breakfast continued peacefully for approximately four minutes.
The rest of the morning disappeared surprisingly fast.
By noon, both households had descended into varying degrees of chaos.
At the Baloch haveli, suitcases had appeared from nowhere, drivers were being yelled at, documents were being hunted down, and nobody seemed entirely sure where anything actually was.
Donga was currently sitting on top of a suitcase while Hamza attempted to force the zipper closed.
"Push."
"I AM pushing."
"Push harder."
"I'm not a crane."
The zipper surrendered first.
Siyahi walked past, looked at the disaster once, and kept walking.
"Helpful."
"You're beyond help."
Meanwhile, downstairs, Ulfat had taken complete control of the operation.
"Naieem, did you pack your medicines?"
"Haan."
"Show me."
A pause.
"...I forgot."
"I knew it."
Nearby, Faizal was attempting to sneak enough snacks into his backpack to survive a small apocalypse.
"Faizal."
The child froze immediately.
"Ji?"
"Put them back."
"They're for the journey."
"You packed fourteen packets."
"What if I get hungry?"
"You'll survive."
Upstairs, Uzair was trying to finish packing in peace when Hamza wandered into his room uninvited.
"So."
"No."
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"I do."
Hamza dropped onto the bed dramatically.
"The Ansarisβ"
"Get out."
"I'm just saying, what if you're sitting together?"
A pillow hit him in the face.
"What ifβ"
A second pillow followed.
"OUT."
Across the city, the Ansari household wasn't doing much better.
Nadia had checked everyone's luggage twice already. Hassan had checked the travel schedule three times. Rooh had packed hours ago, yet somehow kept reopening the same suitcase to rearrange things that were already perfectly organized.
Nadia eventually noticed.
"Rooh."
"Hm?"
"You've repacked that bag three times."
Rooh looked down.
"...oh."
"You nervous?"
"A little."
Nadia smiled softly.
"First political gathering?"
"Haan."
"That's normal."
Unfortunately, Safiya had somehow invited herself over again.
"I know why she's nervous."
Rooh immediately looked suspicious.
"No, you don't."
"I do."
"No."
"Yes."
Hassan lowered his phone.
"What now?"
Safiya gasped dramatically.
"What if she runs into school security people there?"
Rooh nearly choked.
"Safiya!"
"I'M JUST SAYING."
Nadia looked confused.
"What security people?"
Rooh closed her eyes.
"Oh my God."
Safiya looked delighted.
By early afternoon, the bags were packed, the cars were ready, and both families were preparing to leave for Balochistan.
Neither family knew it yet.
But this trip was already becoming far more complicated than a simple political gathering.
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i feel like since naieem is older, he would join his father in taking revenge and also would become a serious hurdle for hamza to acquire the throne after rehman's death with both him and uzair as possible successors.
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