Lover boy
I was trying to write this for the last 4 days, but my brain was not braining, finally, after some posts of @miraclejin1204 today, and seeing Danny boy's kuchupuchu face, I could complete it. This is completely based on Danish's fantastic portrayal of Uzair and is completely fictional. Here, they are regular gangsters, and it's an AU. Constructive criticism appreciated. This is not beta read, so if you guys find some typos/ errors, please feel free to correct me.
Warnings: angst, fluff, Bhondu Uzair (he is the warning), established relationship, misunderstandings.
Happy reading....
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17 days, 8 hours. This was the time Uzair was away from his beautiful, loving angel, his wife, and his heart was aching now. He remembered all the times he had teased Rehman bhai for being lovesick for Bhabhi; now he understood his behaviour. Even Hamza was enjoying his distress, smirking every time he let out a sigh or asked if the work was done. He was facing karma.
Finally, they were going back to Lyari, it would be midnight when they would reach, but finally they were at least going back home. Hamza had taken the steering wheel, while Uzair sat in the passenger seat, exhausted; he was finally feeling calm. He closed his eyes as he lay his head back on the headrest. He let out a groan. It was a 7-day work plan; he had packed and mentally prepared himself accordingly, but things took a turn. The meetings in Balochistan were delayed, and suddenly, there was an issue with the payment from another shipment, and Faizal had fallen ill, so Rehman bhai had to leave, and Uzair volunteered to stay back and complete the remaining work. The worst thing was that the network in some places of their route was so bad that only text messages would work, and that too, one text took hours, so he had spent the last 17 days without even talking to his beloved properly. Man, he was done, tired to his bones, his heart aching for her.
He remembered when he was packing for the trip, well, more like she was packing, and was looking at her. She was sad, but she tried not to show it to him. She had also been a little sick, fatigued from the last few days, but she had dismissed Uzair’s concern, blaming it on the Lyari heat. She knew one complaint, and Uzair would stay, but she did not want him to abandon his responsibilities. He had held her hand as she placed his jacket in the bag and told how much he would miss her. She looked at him with so much love that Uzair almost teared up.
Uzair himself was very protective of her; she was raised in a very different environment from him. She was from a well-to-do family, with loving parents; it was a surprise for him, even to this day, how she had fallen in love with a gangster like him. Every time he had asked her that, she just replied cheekily, how she wanted to have a husband who would be taller than her brother, so that she could deflate her brother's ego, who had always teased her for her height, even though she was of perfectly normal height, and Uzair, being 6'2", was a perfect fit. Uzair would laugh hearing this, kissing her forehead.
She was the sweetest person, with such kindness, and her humour was the perfect punch to her attitude. She was bold, outspoken, opinionated and thus, perfect. And to Uzair, she was his world. Never in his wildest dreams had he hoped he would have a wife, let alone someone like her. When he lost his parents and then started working with Rehman bhai, he thought he would always be alone, but that was his past, right? Now he had her. Sometimes he thought she was too good for him, but she kissed his insecurities away. He was grateful; she was his companion, lover and confidante in one, and this distance of so many days was getting into his nerves. As he thought of her beautiful smile, Hamza announced they had reached. He let out a thank you and almost sprinted into the havelli.
As he was about to enter his room, he heard her voice, soft. She was talking to someone, her voice laced with so much love and affection. He often heard this voice when she comforted him or showered him with love. He had never heard her talk to anyone other than him in this way, then who was it?
“I love you so much. I cannot believe I could love someone this much. I can fight against the world for you. I do not care what happens, I will be with you.”
Uzair felt his heart drop, a high anxiety in his stomach. Who was she talking to? Did she love someone else, someone better? He was just a gangster; his hands were dirty with crimes. He had always considered himself lucky. He had surely saved a country in his previous life to find someone like her, but was this the end of the blessing? Did she get someone she deserved? Someone calm, with a normal life away from crime, who would give her all the joys of life, not blood and bullets.
He needed a smoke, but as he moved away from the door, it made a sound. She looked and found Uzair. Her eyes filled with so much excitement and happiness as she threw her arms around him. Uzair relaxed, but in a second, he remembered what he heard, his insecurities rising. She said how happy she was that he was finally home, and she fussed over how tired and even thin he looked. As she rubbed his arms and softly stroked his cheek. The affection which calmed him down usually made his heart ache more. The ugly, negative part of his brain now prompted how she was to leave him, for the one she was talking to. She would even fight for that person.
She looked up to his eyes with so much love and unspoken feeling. Uzair felt helpless. No, he had to ask now, if it was to end, let it end now. He moved away from her soft hands and asked her when she wanted to leave. She was puzzled. She was to go to the market in a few days, but how did Uzair know about it? He had just arrived.
“That is not what I am talking about. I know you love him, and you can fight the world for him. I love you so much, but your happiness is everything to me. I know you want to leave, but I don't want you to leave me, please.”
She was confused. Why would she even leave him? She tried to pull him close and make him sit in the bed. Did Rehman bhai make him work so much that he was losing his mind? Was it stress? He needed a head message, maybe.
Uzair almost flinched from her touch; he felt like the 12-year-old boy when he lost his parents. He was alone. He felt all alone again. He loved her so much, but it was his curse; when he loved someone too much, he lost them. This was the reason he never tried to go too close to anyone, fall in love, but when she came, he thought his curse was over. He loved her more than she could comprehend. She was his world, his light, his blessing. Every time he touched her, he felt complete; the hollow of his heart had filled with so much love because of her. When she kissed him affectionately, he felt like the luckiest man in the world, but in one moment, it was all over.
He was teary-eyed when he looked at her. He held her hands, telling her that he had heard everything. He knew how she now loved someone else and wanted to be with him. Uzair just needed some time to accept it. But when Uzair looked up at her, she looked like she thought Uzair was crazy, and then a loud, booming laugh came from her side. She looked at him as if he had told her cows could fly or Hamza was a spy. But then, suddenly, the laughter was replaced by anger as she pulled her hands away and gave him a stinky side-eye. She went to the side table, took out a small envelope and threw it at his face.
Uzair, who was on the verge of breaking down, was taken aback by the sudden hit of the envelope. She eyed him to open the envelope. It was a medical report. Another fear came into his heart: was she ill? Oh no, did she fall ill when he was away? He should never have gone, knowing how fatigued she felt when he went for the trip. He was such a bad husband, irresponsible and a complete idiot, just like Hamza had said. But as he saw the report, his hands trembled. It was positive, and it was a pregnancy test. Uzair felt dizzy. She was having a baby. Wait, that meant he was also having a baby. Oh, they were having a baby.
Uzair’s eyes were suddenly leaking. She sat beside him, and she snatched the report away. “Now take your pillow and get out of the room.”
“Why, baby? I am so sorry.”
“No, you wanted me to leave, right? You were asking when I was leaving. Now get out and don't even come near me.”
Uzair was really an idiot, but he was adorable too. So, after hugging her, saying sorry again and again, she did let him stay. They finally lay down, cuddling as he softly placed his hands on her belly. She was pregnant, carrying his child. He was so lucky. Now, he would have a family too, like he once had; it was not like Rehman bhai was not his family, but still, there was a corner of his heart that wanted his own family, like he and his ammi, abbu once were. She turned to face him as she caressed his face. She knew him so well; she knew his insecurities. She knew how much he wanted a family, warmth and someone to call his own. He missed his parents. She would surely teach him a lesson for today, but now she needed him as much as he needed her. She kissed his forehead lovingly, and she said, “Bas mere bache tumhari tarha bhondu na ho” (I just hope my kids are not now as dumb as you are).
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