#hamza fluff

Today he already informed you that he'll be going somewhere out of Lyari and won't be able to come in the afternoon, so you agreed but there's no way you can have him go by his day, stomach empty. You also made a mission to feed your husband.

So that's how you find your way towards their workshop. Holding a steel lunchbox with four chambers, filled with all the delicious food you cooked for him.

You walked in, looking around for your man and obviously he wasn't on sight. He's still not back.

“Arey bhabhi aap yha?” A man voiced out, Uzair Baloch in full flesh. He stands in front of you with his hands on his hips.

“Accha aaj hmare Hamze ke liye uski malika ne khana bna kar laya hai.” He announced proudly, his eyes fixated on the lunchbox in your hand.

“Oye! Apni Nazar hata lo. Ye sirf unke liye hai. Jabhi bhi mai tiffin bhejti hu, aap log unhe khane hi nhi dete. Bechare bhuke ghar wapis aate hai.” You huffed asserting your disappointment.

“Bhabhi wo mustanda kitna khayega. Waise bhi itna bada hai wo. Saare ladko ke beech sbse bada whi lgta hai. Ye Donge, ek chair la bhabhi ke liye.” Uzair ordered the chubbier guy.

“Wo sbse bade hai? Aap Donga bhaijaan ko bhul rhe ho.” You said sitting on the chair brought by the said man.

“Arey bhabhi mujhe kyu toda? Mai to bachpan se hi aesa hu.” Donga scratched the back of his head comically.

“Kab aarhe hai wo wapis?” You questioned.

“Aata hi hoga thodi der mei.” Uzair replied sitting in front of you on his chair.

“Arey itni hi jldi hai to aap log use hi phone lga kar puch lo na.” Donga gave a so-called idea.

You and Uzair, both took out your respective phones and just as you two were about to dial his number, you both looked up at each other. A competition it is.

“Arey bhabhi Hamza aesi jagah mei hai to wo mera hi call uthayega.” Uzair reasoned out, assuming that Hamza won't pick up any calls except his since he's out to make a deal.

“Bhaijaan, aapko nhi pta. Wo chahe kitne bhi masroof rhe, meri call hmesa uthate hai.” You replied, your eyes set on the man sitting infront of you like he just said the most useless thing ever.

Uzair sighed, trying to hide the scoff.

“Bhabhi zidd na karein. Mai call lga kar usse puchta hu.”

“Ab to mai hi call lagaungi. Ab chahe zameen phatt jaye. Lekin unhe call mai hi lga rhi hu.” You stayed stubborn.

“Are ek kaam krte hai, dono missed call lgao Hamze ko. Jise bhi wo pehle call kare, whi sikandar.” Donga advised, earning a glare from you and Uzair.

“Thik hai phir, bhabhi pehle aap karo.” Your opponent declared.

You clicked on Hamza's name and let it ring twice before cutting the call, so did Uzair. “Mera bhai hai, meri call to uthayega hi. Arey dekho utha bhi liya.” He teased earning a glare from you.

“Nhi uthaya hai. Tumne cut kar diya, chup raho.” You replied.

Now comes the crucial part, who is he going to call back first. Brother from another mother or his dearest wife.

“Ab to baat izzat pe aagayi hai.” Siyahi muttered just for you to look up and realise that a few other men have surrounded you and Uzair. They all waited patiently. You were anxious while your opponent showed off a fake confidence on his face.

Just then the phone rang. Whose is it? The caller's name showed ‘Jaan’ on your phone. You almost gasped.

“Mera phone baj rha hai.” The man sitting in front of you replied. His eyes were already filled with fake annoyance. Sore loser.

Everyone saw that Hamza called you back first, a clear winner but you decided to extend it.

“Mai call cut kar rhi hu.” You said just to check, will he call you back again.

“Ha ab mujhe karega dekhna. Wo Hamze ne galti se aapko kar diya bhabhi, ham aamne samne baithe hai na isiliye network idhar udhar ho jate hai.” You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his stupid excuse. Sore loser for real.

Even after this, your phone rang again. The men surrounding have already started clapping quietly at your victory. Uzair looked at your phone ringing again, face full of disappointment. He then looked at his phone as if it's the fault of his electronic device for not ringing first.

“Dobara signal idhar udhar hogai. Uthao uthao bhabhi aap call uthao. Ho skta hai use abhi bhi mujhse baat karni ho.” And now you're laughing at his unreasonable excuses.

You picked up his call, turning on the speaker. Uzair leaned closer towards the phone.

“Kahiye jaan.” Hamza rasped out, his tone as loving as always for you.

“Hamze-”. A defeated Uzair voiced out.

“Uzair? Haa bol?” Hamza asked, confused, why is he hearing that man's voice instead of you.

“Maine bhi to phone kiya tha tujhe Hamze.” Uzair let out like a soldier who has been betrayed by his own comrade.

“Haa to bol? Kya kaam hai?” Hamza insisted.

“Kaam to mere phone pe call krne se hota na. Tune bhabhi ko call back kyu kiya dagha-baz?”

“To phone uthaya to maine bawle? Ab bol kya bolna tha tujhe?” He asked impatiently. All Hamza wanted was to hear from you but he's equally confused and annoyed at Uzair’s sulking tone.

“Mujhe apne phone se tujhse baat karni thi Hamza, na ki bhabhi ke phone se-”

“Abey to unke phone se kare ya apne phone se baat to ek hi hai-” Hamza tried to reevaluate.

“Tune jo ye itne saal ki dosti pe phone phek kar maara hai na.”

“Tu pagal hogaya hai kya Uzair? Kaisi baatein kar rha hai? Baat to kar raha hu na mai tujhse.” Hamza can hear your giggles in the background, hinting this was some type of test for him.

“Pehle call kiski aai thi?” Uzair questioned, his heart shattering into pieces (how comical).

“Pehle call teri bhabhi ki aai thi.”

“Pehle mai aaya ya bhabhi aai?” Another question after another like some sulking wife.

“Teri bhabhi pehle aai hai meri zindagi mei, thik hai? Ab bakwas matt kar aur meri jaan ko phone de.” The cruel words hit Uzair's heart, if it wasn't already broken it definitely was now.

Here you looked up at others, pointing at yourself as you said, “baat to shi keh rhe hai ye.” They all nodded approvingly.

Now it was your turn to talk to him. “Haa jaan. Mai…uhm mai yhi hu.”

“Jaan, hatao isko ye kya bola ja rha hai tab se? Aap bataiye jaan kaise call kiya aapne?” Before you could answer husband, the taller man was ready to interrupt again.

“Oho! Hatao isko. Rehman bhai mujhe nhi hata paye tu kaise hata rha hai bey. Yaad nhi tujhe? Jis bike par bhabhi ko shadi se pehle ghumata tha wo saale maine dilwai thi tujhe, bhaijaan ko bol kar. Bada aaya mujhe hatane wala.” And the ranting doesn't end here, the said man got more into emotions.

“Mujhe kya Aalam bhai ne diya tujhe teri shadi mei tera naukar bana kar? dagabaaz!”

You controlled your laugh not wanting to wound him more. “Jaan suniye na, wo aese hi Uzair bhaijaan keh rhe hai aap unki baaton se pareshan na ho.” You said bringing the phone back to you.

“Accha bataiye aapne kyu phone kiya meri jaan? Kuch lana hai aapke liye?” Hamza replied, his voice softening just for you.

“Haa lana hai! Ye jo meri izzat ki dhajiya udi hai, wo lani hai.” Uzair interrupted again, gaining a sigh from the man on the other side of the call.

“Jaan aap zara phone off speaker karengi, mujhe aapse kuch baat karni hai.” Hamza is only interested in talking to you right now, it was very clear.

Here Donga placed a hand on the broken man's shoulder, patting gently as if that would help.

“Uzair bhai, wo uski biwi hai, aapko sachmuch laga wo aapka call phele uthayega? Itna waham mein mubtala to mai bhi nhi hu.”

Donga just called him delusional. This betrayal from his brother was probably the worst one's after Brutus’ betrayal to Julius.

Here you stood at a good distance from the dramatic man to talk to your husband in peace.

“Mai bss kuch hi der mei workshop pahuchne wala hu. Ham sidha ghar wapis jakar sath mei khana khayenge, thik hai meri jaan?”

You couldn't help but let out a shy hum. He knows you well to know you were here to give him his lunch.

“Jldi aao. Aapka intezar kar rhi hu mai yhi.” You muttered bashfully.

As you hang up the call, you walk inside seeing the group of men consoling their brother who's just been betrayed of his lifetime. So dramatic.

“Bhaijaan ab bss bhi kariye, wo majak kar rhe the. Mai sab ke liye sheera aur puriya bna kar le aaungi.” At the mention of food everyone looked up, the sorrow disappearing from their eyes as if it wasn't there in the first place.

“Pakka?” Donga was the first one to ask. Uzair's head snapped up at the chubbier guy, eyes glaring at him. Itni jldi pighal gaya, he thought.

“Pakka bhaijaan. Sabhi ke liye, ab thik hai?” You said looking at Uzair now, your eyes softening.

“Ab ruthna band karo hmare bhondu bhaijaan.” Siyahi snorted at the nickname, everyone trying to control their laugh before the saddened man himself chuckled. The tension diffused and everyone was back to snickering and laughing again.

“Aur waise bhi bhaijaan aapki wali to hai hi, hmm? Kya naam bataya tha uska? Kuch S se tha.” You teased, gaining a blush from the taller man sitting in front of you.

The men around patted his back, teasing him on blushing at the name of his not so secret girlfriend.

After everyone went back to their work and you waited for Hamza's return, Uzair pulled out his phone and searched for the contact named ‘sher-shah’, his beloved courageous like a sher of a sweetheart girlfriend. Why that particular nickname? One may ask and he'll only reply with how he feels like she's an empress of some kingdom, rightfully his heart.

He called her and she picked it up within a second unlike a certain someone, *coughs* Hamza- *coughs*.

Uzair smiled listening to her sweet yet controlled voice like she's trying to not give away the fact that she was waiting for his call. Much to his relief that now he can sulk to her about being betrayed and she'll roll her eyes that he can already tell even through the call but definitely comfort him too. He might as well meet her soon and hopefully he won't have to break her mom's glass windows to get their daughter out on a date.

Soon your husband picked you up and you both rode back home, to your kabuttarkhana. Reaching there, Hamza didn't waste a minute pulling you on your lap as he sat on the table to eat.

“Arey? Khana nikalne to do?” You said after letting out a gasp at his sudden pull.

“Abhi nhi. Itni der tak aap se dur tha mai. Pehle aapki khusboo ko khud mei phir se sma lu meri jaan, phir khana khayenge.” He whispered, nuzzling your neck.

The rough touch of his beard, that you love, made your breath hitched. Letting out a soft chuckle you rest yourself comfortably against his chest, left hand going up to caress his face.

The silence settled with the fragrance of the love that grows more and more between the two of you.

“Waise bhi ye Lyari ki hawa mei thodi ghutan si lgti hai.” You mumbled letting out a soft sigh.

“Hmm, janta hu meri jaan. Fikr matt karo, bahut jald hi ham apne haq ke ghar wapis jayenge. Mera wada hai aapse.” His words made you smile, “mera ghar to whi hai jaha aap mere sath ho.”

A/n: another fic with my nursery level vocabulary 😝 hopefully twin and sheersha... y'all got the window breaking reference cause it did happened way back then 😭☝️also the ending hinted my another fic "ghar wapsi" hehe...the promise of returning back home and all that hehehe...tell me how was it :( and if anyone wants to tagged or removed then comment or dm me my dears 😘

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After that Jamali told him the truth about how he was the one who had already poisoned Dawood much to Hamza's satisfaction.

Arriving at their destination, the injured spy gets out of the car with his passport and limps towards the private airplane waiting for him with a medical team.

Jameel watched the brave man walking away. He knows Hamza will soon be back to his motherland and he was proud of him but one thing also remained in his mind, you. He remembered how helpless you sounded over the call. Asking him to save your man.

Then a question arises in his heart, is having a fake life forever worse or letting go one true love that you had in this false reality was?

Truly there was no right answer. Jamali has his family here that he's ready to give up on but Hamza only had you. His one true escape in this jungle of death and cruelty and he lost you too but it was for the best. Sighing to himself, Jameel looked at Hamza for the last time before getting back in his car. A tint of longing in his eyes for his motherland.

Hamza was laid down on a comfortable bed by the trained doctor sent by the intelligence bureau. The sound of metals clicking as the nurse prepares the medicine for the treatment of his bloodied body.

He closed his eyes letting out a sigh, holding onto his passport and your picture. As soon as he drifted into the dreamland, you were the only face flashed in front of his eyes. No you're not crying or cursing him for leaving you. Instead you smiled softly, grazing your hand through his hair and sweaty scalp.

“Aaram karo jaan, bahut thak gaye hoge. Ab aur koi zimmedari nhi thopi jayegi aap pe. Relax your shoulders my love, you're free.” you whispered softly.

Even in his dreams you're comforting him. He held your hand in his, “jaan tum mera pyar ho, koi zimmedari nhi. I'm sorry to leave you there. I'm selfish for escaping from there by myself. Mujhe tumhe apne sath le kar aana tha.” he sobbed.

“Shh, mai yahi hu. Hamesa tumhare paas. Aaram karo. Welcome back to our motherland.” Hamza panicked when he saw you fading away and he woke up with a jolt just to be informed that he really is back to India, his country.

After landing, he was given a room to change at a luxurious hotel. From there Bansal walked him to where Sanyal was waiting for him.

“You did good.” Sanyal complimented, holding onto his asset’s shoulder proudly. Hamza nodded. He looked shaken because he was. It was hard for him to become Jaskirat again after being Hamza for half of his years.

His right hand has a cast on which he was sure to take off as soon as possible.

“Kal tumhari debriefing hogi.” Sanyal informed. Straight business. Hamza just nodded, his mind focused on somewhere else or someone else.

Here in Lyari, you find it hard to spend each second of your day. Not a single moment went by when you haven't thought about him. How is he? Did he go back? Is he under the Pakistani army custody? Is he even…?

Breathing felt like work, a burden to you. The maids around the house have already noticed your devastated state.

One of the maids who has been helping you around ever since you moved in here gently patted your back. You broke from your dazedness and looked up at her.

“Madam mujhe kuch samay ke liye chutti chahiye thi.” She word out softly. Your gaze went to her round and carved belly, she is pregnant.

“Zarur Shahida aap ko jitne dino ki chutti chahiye aap lelo. Bss aap aur bacche ki health thik rehni chahiye.” you replied trying to smile at the lady in front of you.

She smiled back at you, knowing what you're going through and still staying strong.

After she left you sat back on the couch, his words ringing in your ears. He promised to have a family with you, one day when he'll take you back home safely because having a child in Lyari wasn't a very smart choice. The chaos, the politics, the danger was too much and Hamza wanted to have it all peacefully when you'll be carrying his heir in your womb. He wanted to be present at all times with you in such precious times.

"Jaan aap nhi to kam se kam aapki ek nishani to de jate mujhe.” You whispered, a choked sob breaking between your dried lips.

Your hands automatically wrapped around your tummy and you couldn't hold yourself back from crying a river again. “Kaash maine thodi zidd ki hoti to sayad hmara ek baccha hota abhi mere paas. Aapki aur mere pyar ki nishani. Uske sahare hi ji leti mai, lekin ab to aap bhi chale gaye aur meri khokh bhi suni reh gayi.” Your voice cracked, dissolving into uncontrollable crying.

Hamza sat in a room being dimly lit by a single lamp. He held the picture in his hand. The one where you stood beside him, you both have your arms wrapped around sach other. He loves you like that, always clingy and never afraid to ask for his love. He remembered when you took this picture. “Aap itte bade kyu ho? I can't wrap my arms around you jaan.” You whined.

He just chuckled and replied “arms to dur ki baat hai jaan, you got me wrapped around your fingers. Ye kam hai kya?” And then you blushed. “Jao bhi, nikah ke itne saal hone ke baad bhi flirting nhi rukti aapse.”

He pulled you closer, making you gasp a little. His sharp yet loving gaze was set on you. “Kyu aapko nhi pasand? Mai apni biwi se flirt karu to?” He whispered.

Oh how that simple moment turned you into a red tomato.

He loved it all so much, so badly that he can't believe his reality right now. He really did head out without you. Now all he has was your picture with him.

Turning on the lighter, he brought his trembling hand near to the piece of paper in his hand. He needs to burn this memory. He's a spy afterall, nothing was real, it was all an act of service for his nation but-.....but you were real. You were the only real thing he had. No. No, he can't burn your memories. Never when he knows you're gonna live your remaining life with all the shattered pieces of the past that he had given to you.

He crushed the cigarette pack instead and threw it in the bin, firing it up with his lighter. He was disgusted by it even though he had to put up an act. Now he's finally free.

What remained was the photo of him with his beloved, you. He decided to keep it with him, forever. Bitter tears slipped down his cheeks. “Tum chahe mere sath raho ya na raho, hmesa meri rahogi aur mai tumhara.”

Sometimes it's better to leave love and let it heal rather than dragging it with you.

Jameel knocked on the front door of your mansion, he was welcomed by one of your maids. He looked around to find you slumped back on the couch, zoned out.

The older man felt guilty for this, for making a hell out of a sweet girl such as you.

“Meri bacchi, kaisi hai tu?” He walked towards you.

You looked up at him and as he was faced by you, he gulped at your appearance.

There were faint shadows beneath your eyes, not just from lack of sleep, but from something heavier. Your gaze, it rarely settled on anything for long. When it did, it felt distant as if you were looking through things rather than at them.

“Jameel uncle–” you tried to address him politely.

“Ye kya haal bna rkha hai khud ka?” He asked, his voice laced with concern.

You sighed, you know he knows why? Then why is he asking?

“Aur London kyu nhi gayi? Hamza ne tickets diye the na tujhe?”

“Uncle mai nhi jaungi-”

“Beta aesi batein na kari. Abhi yha rehne ka koi fayda nahi hai. Tu akeli kaise rahegi?” You were interrupted by the older man.

“Aur Hamza bhi nhi hai.” He continued.

“Kaha hai wo uncle?” You looked at him, holding in another choked sob.

“Kaha hai wo? Zinda hai? Nhi hai? Koi mujhe kuch batata kyu nhi hai? Rizwan bhaijaan se bhi pucha maine. Koi sidha jawab nhi. Kya mujhe koi haq nhi hai ye janne ka? Ki mere sohar zinda bhi hai ya nhi?” The tears slipped past your cheeks as you begged for something, anything about the man you love.

“Bete tu samjhti kyu nhi hai-” Jameel tried to console but failed.

“Kya samjhu uncle? Kya samjhu? Yhi ki mujhe sari umar iss andhere mei guzarni hogi? Please mujh par taras khaiye aur ek baar bta dijiye wo kaha hai. Please uncle please.” You joined your hands in front of him, begging with raw desperation.

“Agar mai tujhe bta du to kya phir tu ye desh chorne ko razi hojayegi?” Jameel bargained.

You looked up at him, tears came quietly down your face as you were too tired to react.

“Ye ghar unki aakhri nishani bachi hai mere paas. Iss jagah ko bhi chorne ko keh rhe hai aap?”

The men of age sighed. “Thik hai mai smajh gaya. Tu bss apna khyal rkhna aur kuch zarurat pade to call kar lena.” He walked past you towards the exit.

He's gone too. No rightful information about your husband. You're once again left empty handed.

Jameel reached his villa and he walked straight into his office. The older spy sat on his chair and pulled the drawer to take out his secret phone, calling the man who is the mastermind behind this operation.

“Sanyal sahab…”

“Bolo Jamali?” Ajay Sanyal, the IBI Officer himself answers from the other side.

“Mujhe pata hai aapko lagega I'm speaking irrationally lekin I think aapko Hamza ko uski jindagi acche se jine ka ek mauka dena chahiye.”

“Saaf saaf kaho jo kehna chahte ho.”

“Sir you should arrange the return of his wife back to India too. Hamza ne to aapko bataya hi hoga ki she's also an Indian.”

“Lekin iski kya zarurat hai? Our asset is back to us and he's fine. He'll forget about her and she'll move on.” Sanyal inquired.

“I just arrived after visiting her. Sir, she's a mess and I know Hamza is the same. Aur uske yha se jaane se kisi ko koi fark nhi padega. I know sir, spies aren't really allowed to have a happy ending but I beg you. This is my special request to you, Sir. At least for that broken boy back to India. He deserves some peace, atleast.”

Sanyal cleared his throat before replying, “If you can assure me that her absence in Pakistan won't really matter then I'll consider your request.”

“Mai ye keh dunga ki wo London chali gai hai and no one here really knows her much to care about her whereabouts.”

Sanyao hummed from the other side, “alright I'll arrange it.”

A day later, the older politician is here to visit you again. This time you thought he's going to tell you about your husband's whereabouts or maybe just to console you. But instead he hands you over passports of your motherland.

“Ye India ke tickets hai. Tujhe janna tha na Hamza ke baare mei. Ja khud pta lga le.” You looked at him with wide eyes filled with shock.

“Uncle aap ye…mai smjhi nhi?” You asked cluelessly.

“Mai tere sawalo ka jawab nhi de paunga bete magar ha ye Jameel Jamali 45 saal se yaha hai. Sab dekha hai maine. Logo ko marte, tutthe aur bante huye dekha hai lekin kabhi apne kaam ke alawa kisi ke liye aur kuch kar nhi paya mai. Lekin is baar, tera ye uncle tere liye kuch krna chahta hai. Tu iss jahannum mei rehna deserve nhi karti…” you noticed his eyes welling up slightly before he looked away letting out a shaky sigh.

“Chal mujh par ek aakhri baar bharosa kar apna abbu mann kar aur ja Hindustan. Tere saare sawalo ke jawab tujhe mil jayenge.” He placed the passport on your hands, and gently squeezed them giving you the strength and encouragement you need.

You nodded, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Jameel uncle…thank you.”

“Sher puttar hai tu mera ja apna saman jama le. Mai gadi bhej dunga tujhe pick up karne ke liye.”

“Aap nhi aaoge?” You asked, looking at him with a teary smile.

Jameel smiled slightly and shook his head. “Mai nahi aa paunga. Tu ye aakhri baar dekh rhi hai apne Jameel uncle ko.” He patted your back, encouraging you.

He left after a brief goodbye and you couldn't stop thinking about the longing in his eyes…but for what? You'll never really know.

You shall always remain blindsided to the fact that your Jameel uncle is also an Indian spy.

After bidding goodbyes to the staff at your mansion, you were picked up by a car as promised by Jameel. When the maids sobbed for your departure, you just told them that you're going to London as told by your husband. They didn't question much.

The journey from boarding the flight to reaching India was nerve wrecking for you. You were scared, fearful of what's going to happen now? You don't even know what you will do there.

You get off the plane, collect your luggage and walk towards the exit. After asking for directions from a few people you finally made it out. As soon as you walked out, the fresh breeze of your motherland hit you like magic.

Something about it felt so different from the air of Lyari. This is your home, you felt as if it was welcoming you with open arms but you hold back. You remembered why you are here, for him. You can't relax until you get to him, or at least get to know what happened to him.

Just as you were looking around, two men in black walked towards you, causing you to panic a little.

“Mam ghabraiye maat, we're here to take you to your destination. Please follow us.” And you did. You should call yourself stupid for following them blindly but it wasn't as if you had any other choice.

You get into the back seat of the car and as they drive you for God knows where, you couldn't help but feel you guys clenching with anxiety. The city outside the window looked beautiful but you could only think about him.

In the IBI headquarter, Sanyal got Hamza for his debriefing. The former spy told him everything about the neighbouring country.

“Thankyou Jaskirat, mujhe smajh nhi aata tumhara sukriyada kaise karu. You did good, my boy.” Hamza just nodded quietly.

Suddenly they were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Sir the asset’s spouse is here.”

Hamza looked at the door in confusion.

“Let her come in.” Sanyal answered before looking back at Hamza with a knowing smile.

Hamza's eyes were fixed on the door which were soon widened when he saw your nervous figure walking in.

You had your gaze down but as soon as you walked in, your breath caught before you even saw him. Something in the air felt different.

Hamza saw you first, then you looked up at him. You stilled, your body went limp. Hamza didn't waste another second as he strode towards you and caught you in your arms. He held himself back from holding you too tightly. No, you are too precious to him, as of right now he needs to handle you with care. Your entire being feels so alive now that you're finally in his arms.

“Jaan…” he whispered, holding you close to him.

The moment his body came in contact with yours, you shattered. He held you closer, his hand rubbing her back in frantic circles, trying to steady something that couldn’t be steadied. Goodness he has never seen you like this, so broken, crying while you clinged to him like a scared child holds onto a mother's hand.

You choked in your tears, body trembling, you couldn't utter a single word. You couldn't even look at him with full eyes, scared he'll disappear.

“Tumhare handler ne mujhe khabar di thi. Mujhse kaha ki it would be better agar ham tumhari wife ko bhi wapis India le aaye, don't worry waha wo sab kuch sambhal lega.” Sanyal said, patting on Hamza's shoulder.

“This is your moment Jaskirat.” Hamza nodded as the two IB officers left the room.

Your husband nuzzled into your neck, taking in your scent as it relieves him. You're finally in his arms.

“Maaf karna jaan….aapko apne sath nhi la paya tha.”

His hands run through your hair, soothingly.

After sobbing into his arms for a while, you pulled enough to look up at him. You cupped his face in the palm of your hands. A thin line of dried blood over his right eye, a faint bruise on his left cheek. You know there's more scar he's carrying than the visible ones.

“Reh lete mere bina? Batao? Chor kar to aagaye the? Kya reh pate mere bina?” You questioned, gathering yourself.

“Mar to mai tabhi gaya tha jab mujhe aapko chor kar wapis aana pada-”, you pressed your finger on his lips.

“Shh, sharam nhi aati? Itne muddato aur mushkilo ke baad mai yaha aai hu aur aap aese batein kar rhe ho?”

Hamza let out a chuckle and rested his forehead on yours.

“Maaf karna meri jaan. Aaj mann gaya aapko. Meri mohabbat aapke junoon ke samne kuch nhi hai.”

“Mohabbat hi to hai aapki jo mujhe Pakistan se Hindustan seedhe aapki bahon mei khich layi.” You replied, a soft smile forming on your lips.

He pressed a kiss on your forehead and then on your eyes, softly, lovingly.

You caressed his cheeks with a prideful look. Your husband is not just any other man, his love for his nation was bigger than the pain of sacrifices he's been through.

Your heart hurt, thinking about how he even let go of you. Not willingly, never willingly but for the sake of your safety but you were glad destiny got you both right back where you belong. In each other's embrace.

You two went back to where Hamza was staying. Both of you were attached to the hips, not letting a single second pass by without being in contact with each other.

He told you everything about his way back here after parting with you back in Lyari. You too explained your way back here. How Jameel was the one who helped you through this. Hamza felt grateful to the former spy for letting him have you here.

Lying on the bed into each other's arms as his hand gently graced over your belly under your clothes. You let out a soft sigh before looking up at him.

“Mere Jaskirat….”

His breath hitched at the intimacy of your tone. He felt his entire being wrapped around your fingers. You can just say his name and he'll get on his knees for you in a millisecond. Almost like a holy deity coming to life to make the worshipper believe that his prayers are being heard. You're his deity, he's your worshiper.

“Hmm…bolo meri jaan?”

“Kuch nhi. Bss mann bhar kar dekhna chahti hu aapko. Dar lagta hai ab. Pta nhi kab kya hojaye.” you replied, letting out a sigh.

“Kuch nhi hone dunga ab mai aapko. Mere kiye huye wade ko aapne nibhaya, sath ghar wapis aane ka. Ab meri paari hai.” You smiled, looking up at him.

The next day he asked you to get ready and that he needs to take you somewhere with him. So you followed, thinking he wants to give you a tour of Delhi.

Jaskirat waited for you as he sat in the bed, watching you getting ready. His sharp emerald eyes were fixed on you and you only, watching every move, even remembering it.

You turned to face him, wearing a cotton reddish brown kurta and deep maroon palazzo pants. Full sleeved which are slightly flared at the ends, contributing to your decency. A printed maroon dupatta over your chest.

“Thik lag rhi hu?” You asked nervously, since it's the first time he's taking you around the city.

Jaskirat walked towards you, slow and deliberate. “Aesi dikhogi to bahar jana mushkil ho jayega hmara meri jaan.” He whispered, making you bite your lips nervously.

“Hein? Thoda jyada hogaya kya?”

He chuckled, you and your cluelessness. He cupped your face with a reassuring smile. He has to or else you'll think you dressed too boldly even though you haven't. It's just him who can't hold himself from falling for you anytime and everytime you're being like this.

“Bahut pyari lag rhi ho meri jaan.”

You chuckled and now it's your turn to admire the man standing in front of you, wearing a beige coloured turban and a dark brown blazer over a slightly open-collared blue shirt. You placed your hands over his shoulder with a content smile.

“Aap bhi wadde sone lag rhe ho.” You tried to compliment him in his language only for him to chuckle a bit. Jaskirat blushed and nodded. “Shukriya meri jaan. Chaliye.”

You wrapped your arms around his as he courted you out of the room and down towards the crowded road of the city.

Both arrived at the railway station as he took two tickets for the train. You looked at him, confused yet curious but you stayed quiet for now.

As the train arrived, Jaskirat led you first and then guided you towards your seats.

“Jaan, ham kaha ja rhe hai?” You asked, sitting in front of him on the side lower berth.

“Jald hi pta chal jayega meri jaan, sabr karo.” He smiled slightly. You can see the hint of longing in his eyes but can't point it out for whom it was.

Jaskirat saw a little boy sitting on his mom's lap beside his seat. His eyes welled up as he quickly looked outside the window.

You frowned and gently held his hand. You don't know where he's taking you but the least you can do is provide comfort to your husband.

Arriving at your destination, Pathankot Station, the board read which was written in black paint on a yellow coloured background. You still have no clue since he never told you about this place.

Getting out of the station, Jaskirat booked an auto for you too. Now as you say close to him, you can feel him anxious next to you. You have never seen him like this. What's gotten into him? Where is he taking you and why is he so nervous about it?

All these thoughts running up your head as your hand still remained in his as a silent support, whatever it is you're here. The ride was quiet until it stopped in front of an old, two-stored house. Your gaze drifted to the greenery, the open field around it. The air was fresh, soothing and homely. Home…wait- your gaze snapped back at Jaskirat looking at that house in front of you. He was crying, you realised. Not loud sobs, just longing, tears of longing for the past decade. It's his home.

The boy who left his heaven and entered the world that burned him is now finally back home.

You gulped as your eyes welled up in tears. You gently let go of his hand, encouraging him to meet the woman who was sweeping the entrance of the house, his mother. He walked ahead, slowly, almost broken.

Jaskirat took each step like when a toddler takes his first step towards his mother. You watched his back, tears of happiness ran down your cheeks, he's finally going to reunite with his mom and sister.

The older woman walked back and just when she was about to look up at him, she was called back by the two kids playing around the house.

You almost let out a short gasp hoping she would see her son. Right now you did not see your husband in Jaskirat, you saw a son who longed for his home, for the embrace of his family.

Wiping your tears you smiled waiting for them to reunite but then he stopped. He just watched the woman turn her back and return inside the house. Why'd he stop? No…no way.

‘Jaan please jao…please…’ you whispered to yourself.

Jaskirat back looking at the open field, the same path that led you two here. It was like he was deciding something. To step forward or to walk back? And you can't let him step back, not when he's so close.

What happened next made your heart drop. He fully turned around and walked back to you. You covered your mouth with the palm of your hand, tears spilled down your face as you struggled to accept what you were seeing.

His hand held your arms as he looked at you gently wiping your tears.

“Chaliye jaan. Ab hame wapis jana chahiye.”

“Pagal ho gaye ho kya? Jao milo unse! Wapis kyu aagaye?” You sobbed.

He frowned and pulled you into a hug, your body shook with the intensity you were crying.

“Mai aapko sab baad mei samjha dunga. Abhi hame wapis jaana chahiye.” He said caressing your hair soothingly.

You shook your head almost stubbornly, “Nhi! Ham wapis nhi jayenge jab tak aap apni maa aur behen se mil nhi lete. Please jaan, kyu aesa karte hai aap khud ke sath? Kis baat ki szah de rhe ho khud ko?”. You begged for answers.

Jaskirat closed his eyes letting out a breath, he knows you care about him more than anything and him not going back home is hurting you but he knows it's for the best. Him not interfering into the lives of his family is what he sees the most rightful now. They have moved on, they don't deserve to carry the weight of what he had been carrying all this time.

He then looked at you, you're the one carrying it all with him now, he realised. You're here with him willingly, now he can't drag his family into this too.

“Unhe meri zarurat nhi hai. Baat ko smjhiye meri jaan. Mai jo hu wo unka beta Jaskirat nhi hai aur wo abhi khush hai jaan. Aap rona band kariye pehle. Aapki tabiyat kharab hojayegi, jab se yaha aai hai tab se bss ro hi rhi ho aap.” He pleaded and carefully guided you back, away from that house.

During your journey back, Jaskirat comforted you while you sobbed in his chest muttering the reasons on why he should have gone back home to meet them.

After reaching back to Delhi, you two were already welcomed by Sanyal's hard gaze on Jaskirat but your husband stood his ground. He let you rest in your room while he went to discuss something with the officer.

The night arrived with both of you tired from today's happening. Settling down in the bed, you rest your head against the man's firm chest. Your eyes were red from crying. He coddled you close to himself.

“Maaf kariyega, aaj maine aapko bahut jyada rula diya.” He apologized softly, caressing your cheeks.

“Haar baar ka hai ab to aapka! Aadat hogai hai mujhe.” You huffed then continued. “Kabhi gayab ho jate ho bina bataye aur kabhi btate nhi ho kaha le ja rhe ho? Kuch bhi karte ho. Mai aap jaise kisi lohe ki nhi bani hu. I'm fragile.”

Jaskirat chuckled softly. “Accha meri begum fragile hai? ye baat to usi din disprove hogai thi jab aapne mujhe chuna. Mujhse pyar karne ka socha. Usi din Mai smjh gaya tha ki aap jaisa dariyadil koi ho hi nhi sakta.” He tried to lighten up the mood.

“Baatein matt banaiye. Ghar wapis kyu nhi gaye? Jinke karan itna kuch survive karke aap wapis Hindustan aaye? Unhi se milne nhi gaye? Ye kya baat hui?” You questioned.

He sighed and looked at you tenderly, his cute little wife really looks cuter when she's worried about him, he thinks.

“Maa aur meri behen apni zindagi mei aage badh chuke hai. Mai unke paas wapis jaata to kya kehta? Mai itne saalo se kaha tha? They think I'm dead jaan.” He let out a quiet exhale, waiting for you to understand him.

You stared at him for a while before leaning close to press your lips against his, a kiss that melted into the moment. He was caught off guard but didn't waste another second to wrap his fingers around your hair to pull you close and so did you.

You tried to pull away after a while but he didn't let you. This kiss was your way to let him know that you stand with him in each one of his decisions. He needed this, your reassurance was all he needed but a kiss was unexpected and he was sure as hell, he is not letting you pull away any sooner.

After a few days, Jaskirat told you that the two of you will be shifting to Pathankot. He doesn't want to stay in the capital city since it's just not ideal. He wanted a better space for you, a peaceful place where you can breathe freely in his embrace.

Sanyal arranged a two storey house on his request. It was situated on an open field, filled with greenery. The house was an empty palette for you two and you sure were about to decorate it with the colours of your shared love.

Days passed by, both of you were very much comfortably settled in your new adobe. The air was fresh, the scenery was beautiful. You were glad to live in the same place your husband was born.

Jaskirat felt at home. With you in his arms every time and anytime, he has now gotten all the time in the world to love and cherish you.

One peaceful evening, Jaskirat lounges on a wooden chair while you rest on his lap comfortably. Like some little kitten. His hand in yours, caressing your palm while he presses gentle kisses on your nape.

“Hmm…my home.” He whispered, making you look up at him. You smiled and went back, resting your head on his chest. Your fingers played with the strands of his hair. The two of you stayed quiet, letting the moment soak in with love.

Despite living in Pathankot, Jaskirat can't get himself to meet his family but he got his reason to be happy, that is to be with you. As long as he has you, he knows he doesn't need anyone else. Not that he can ever forget his family, they'll always remain in his heart but you decorate his heart. Your love sweeps off the haunting memories from his past and brings out the good one's. Those remainments, which were dusted through the passage of time you blew the dust off them and lit them up in his heart.

This was what the both of you wanted and you were proud that your man made it in reality. You'll forever be proud of him beyond any comparisons.

Epilogue

You have started a routine of waking up every morning to collect flowers from your locality for your daily worship. It was truly refreshing. Generally you'd exit your house at 5 am in the morning and after collecting a desirable amount of flora, you'll be back in your husband's arms to continue your sleep.

Just like everyday you walked towards the tree of hibiscus flowers. It's one of your favourites being so beautiful.

As you stepped closer you noticed an elderly woman, also trying to reach a few flowers on the top part of the tree. You realised that's Jaskirat's mom. Your body went slightly timid. You have never seen her around since your home was in another locality, nowhere near his family's house.

You gulped and approached her. “Uhm aunty ji…mai madat kardu?”

She looked at you, her face weary from struggling to pluck the flower on her own. “Haan beta, vekhiye tu kar lavenga ki nahin?” You were quick to respond as you tried to reach the top on your tip toes and fortunately you got it. Gently plucking a few flowers you offered it all to her in the palm of your hands. She took them with a smile.

“Kinni sohni kuri ha.” she said, patting your shoulder. After talking to her for a while, both of you parted your ways. As soon as she was out of your sight, the tears slipped your eyes that you have been holding all this time. You met your mother in law. You helped her and she even seems to like you. You felt overwhelmed, you wanted to tell all this to your husband but you held back for now.

Days passed by, you got closer to her. Everyday you'll try to spot her and start a conversation. She talked so sweetly, even taught you the local language. You are obviously never going to tell her about who you really are or about the man waiting for you at home is her son. No, that's never happening but you just want to cherish these moments with her for as long as you can.

On a beautiful morning in the Rangi household, Jaskirat sat down on the dining table waiting for breakfast. Normally, both of you cook together but today you banned him from the kitchen, claiming you're making something ‘special’.

“Jaan mai kuch maddat karne aau?”

“Bilkul nhi! Chup chap baitho, bss ban hi gaya.”

Soon he saw your figure emerging from the kitchen, holding on a tray which was laid on with the special breakfast.

Sarson da saag & makki di roti.

The aroma hit him, it did feel familiar while you were making it but he just couldn't point it out.

You looked at him with an anxious smile as you placed the delicious meal in front of him.

“Lejiye! Taste kar ke bataiye kaisa bna hai.”

He swallowed and looked up at you. “Ye aapne…akele..?”

“Khaiye na pehle. I need to know kuch namak kaam jyada to nhi hai.”

Jaskirat nodded, quickly digging in. He thought you must have seen the recipe from the internet because there's no way you know how to make a Punjabi delicacy.

As he tore up a piece and dipped it in the saag he was already lost in the aroma of it. It smelled so good, his mouth was already watering.

Taking a bite as he savoured a bit, you hoped for his reaction. After a few seconds, he stilled as he still chewed on it. Looking up at you with bewildered eyes, soon filled with tears.

“Kya hua? Itna bura hai?” You asked standing next to him.

He held your hands and pulled you to sit beside him. “Kisse sikhi ye recipe?” His question revealed that he knows. Only one person's food tasted like this and it was his mom. The taste that he hasn't forgotten over the years. Now that he had this again after so many years, he's perplexed.

“Roz subah jab mai phool todne jati hu, tab mulakat hoti hai aapki mummy ji se. Unhone hi sikhai.” You replied with a teary smile. Jaskirat's eyes welled with emotions. He couldn't believe that his dearest wife had been meeting her mother in law, and even making him this recipe but he was glad. Glad to the Gods above to let him have you, you truly are the most beautiful thing in his life.

He got on his knees in front of you as he rested his head on your knees. Words weren't enough to describe how much love he felt at this particular moment and everyday with you.

You fondly caressed his long hair, both of you sobbing.

“Bss bhi karo jaan. Itna bhi bura nhi banai hu ki rona hi band nhi kar rhe ho aap.” You joked with a trembling tone.

He looked up at you as you wiped his tears like a mother. Your palm cupped his cheeks, pressing a kiss on his hair.

At this moment you don't see your husband, he's not the Indian asset that turned the tables around on the Pakistani terrorists. It's a little boy looking at you, who only longed for love and care with compassion and you swear you'd give him all that and more that he deserves.

You tore a piece and fed him, tenderly, pouring all your love into it. Jaskirat's heart was so full of love and a sense of safety with you by his side. Why would someone as strong as him need to be saved? But he did and you saved him. Despite the need or not you'll always be there for him. An unspoken promise between the two of you to remain with each other forever. And this was just the beginning of everything.

A/n pt.2: yeah soo :> lol sorry for my nursery level vocabulary... Jassi baby deserves all the comforts in this world and this was just my way to express it...also i got a crazy fic idea for vampire!hamza but I'll be writing it in the end of the june so y'all better stay in the fandom 😭

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Your annoyance with his habit makes him wanna do it more. After all, what's wrong with a little teasing?

He looked around the dim lighted area of the dinner table but to his surprise he didn't find a trace of his jaaneman of a wife.

Frowning softly he checked about the place and called out for you. This is probably one of the first times you're not waiting for him. Where must you be? Did you already go to sleep? 

He neared the area where LED TV was mounted on the shelf crafted for luxury and that's where he finds you fast asleep on the couch in front of it. The cushions are above your body like you placed them upon yourself to feel some presence. They kiss your soft skin, one that Hamza is supposed to. 

Hair strands falling on your face, eyes shut, soft breath escaping your cute little nose. Oh he wants to kiss them, so badly, so desperately.

Hamza smiled softly walking towards you but it faded when he saw that your face was etched with pain rather than peace. What's causing his dearest such pain while sleeping? He might as well find that cause and put it inside an oil trunk to fire it up.

For now Hamza remained calm as he kneeled near your face, gently tucking your hair behind your ear which is already falling back on your face because he's not pushing them hard enough to be tucked. He gets too soft with you around as if you're like that soft wet clay that he used to make childish sculptures when he was a kid, reminding him of the smell back home but you're already his home now. 

He debated on how he's gonna wake you up now or should he just carry you back to the bedroom but he also wants to make sure you have had your dinner.

Feeling your lover's confusion and indecisiveness your heart couldn't let you sleep anymore as you slowly blinked coming back to consciousness. 

“Jaan….aap kab aaye?” you asked, feeling his rough hand caressing your face.

“Bss kuch der pehle hi aaya hu. Tumne dinner kiya?” Hamza smiled at your half sleepy state. 

You shook your head as he sighed. 

“Chale phir sath mei dinner karlete hai?” He asked.

“Nhi mera mann nhi hai jaan. Pet dukh rha hai.” You let out in a whiny tone.

His eyebrows furrowed at your words.

“Kya hua meri jaan?” He questioned in his low and velvety voice.

“Periods.” You sighed after answering.

Hamza is aware of how you feel during your periods and he knows how you get so sensitive and annoyed at times like this. He has handled worse situations while his time being here but this one still tests him the most. His dearest wife is going through such pain, he has to do something. If he presses the wrong buttons you might burst into tears or not let him cuddle you to sleep. 

“Bhuk to lagi hogi na jaan aapko. Mai khila du? Hmm?” He asked gently. He's testing the waters before stepping in. 

Your pout deepens, he thinks he's done for but then you looked at the open kitchen counter. 

“Lekin mujhe khana nhi khana…kuch meetha khana hai.” Oh he's saved, for now. 

Smiling at your cute request Hamza nodded. “Thik hai toda sa khana kha lo, phir kuch meetha kha lena? Ye kaisa hoga?” 

To his surprise you agreed with a nod. Mostly during periods you're hard to convince to do anything or follow around but he guessed you couldn't fight your man. 

Now he's sitting near you in a small stool with a plate of food which was prepared by the housemaid while you're still on the couch, hugging one of the plush pillows.

“Mmh! Sbji…kam…do!” You let out in a muffled tone as you chew your food. Hamza smiled and nodded. He takes one bite while he feeds another to you. 

Oh how much you two love to do this. Always finding reasons to eat each other's leftovers. When Hamza takes a bite and then feeds you with the same spoon, somehow the food tastes better and you're already eating more than you're supposed to and vice versa. It just somehow becomes more tasty.

Once you both are done he wipes your mouth with a wet tissue. 

“To meethe mei kya khaogi meri jaan?” He asked, waiting to hear what you were craving. 

“Kuch nhi, Maine kuch jyada hi kha liya. Ab jagah nhi hai kuch aur khane ki.”

“Pakka?” He asked again to make sure he's hearing you right.

“Pakka baba. Jaan! Idhar aao.” There you are with your clingy tone, one he can't deny in fact he yearns for it.

He grinned and stood in front of you as you wrapped your arms around his waist nuzzling your face in his clothed tummy.

“Hmm, so soft jaan.” Hamza chuckled at your words. “Accha? Aapke pillows se bhi jyada soft?” He teased a little.

“Haa! Sabse soft.” You answered, smushing your face on it.

Hamza smiled fondly and gently caressed your hair including patting your head and massaging slightly before leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

He bent a little to wrap his arms around you, making sure he's not messing up anything and soon you're in his arms, nice and easy. The fact that he doesn't have to say anything and this all comes out naturally between you two.

“Chaliye, sone ka samay ho gaya hai mohtarma.” Hamza smiled at you as you nuzzled his neck being in his arms like a little baby.

“Mmhh thik hai.” You replied, peppering messy kisses just below his ear along his neck. 

He clicked his tongue softly, a smile tugging at her lips. “Baaz nhi aaogi na tum?” 

“Aap hi se sikhi hu.” You giggled.

As they reached their bedroom Hamza gently placed you on your side of the bed. He took off his kurta and changed into a light blue tshirt. All while you stare at him with a smile, hands on your tummy. 

Things were going so smoothly that you both forgot you're on your periods which he was reminded of when you winced a little due to the pain. That tight feeling in your guts, like someone is squeezing it from inside.

Within a second he's back at your side with a frown on his face. “Dukh rha hai?” He let out in his deep velvety voice, marine green eyes fixed on you. 

“Jaan mardungi mai ise.” You whined.

“Kise marogi meri jangli billi?”

“Periods ko jaan!” 

He let out a quiet chuckle gently rubbing your tummy with his calloused hand. 

“Ye periods khi mil jaye mujhe, pair kat kar kerosene ki tank mei dal kar na jalaya to mera naam bhi Hamza Ali Mazari nhi.” His exclamation made you laugh. 

“To phir badal lo naam aap, kyuki periods aapko physically human form mei to milne se rhe.”

“Aap chinta na karein meri noor-e-nazar, aapka Hamza haina. Ye bhi hojayega.”

This playful banter made you forget about the pain as your husband made you giggle over his baby talk to you.

Generally you don't like physical contact during your periods, it just feels weird to even be touched a little. But somehow you're so used to your husband's touch that being wrapped in his arms is how you feel relieved during these times.

Right now you're facing towards your right, back pressed against his soft yet firm chest. His hand gently moves in circles as you feel his warm breath against your neck, his beard tickling you in the slightest way possible. He was spooning you peacefully up until you turned to face him.

You smiled at him adoringly and pressed your right hand on his face. “Kitna khyal rakhte ho aap mera.” Your words made him smile tenderly. 

“Kuch der pehle mujhe kuch mitha khane ka mann ho rha tha na?” 

Hamza raised his eyebrows, ready to get down and bring you whatever sweet you're about to demand.

“Kya lau aapke liye bataiye?” He asked.

“Ek spoonful of Hamza Ali Mazari khane ka mann ho rha hai.” His chuckle turned into a hearty laugh under the dim light. 

“Accha, to aapko mujhe khana hai? Lo kha lo.” He replied putting forward his left hand between you two.

“Ye nhi khana!” You pouted and slightly pushed his hand aside before cupping his cheeks and attacking his face with messy kisses. 

“Arey jaan-” He laughed, almost like a soft roar. You didn't give him the time to process, just kissing him feverishly out of pure adoration for your man. WHY IS HE SO CUTE?! 

Hamza rested his hands on your waist as you continued having your favourite dessert.

When you felt like you were satisfied enough, which is not really possible but you still pulled away and looked at him with a cheeky grin. 

“Mann bhra aapka, hmm? Was I sweet enough to salivate your cravings jaan?” 

You nodded like a satisfied puppy, smiling widely at him. 

“Very sweet mere hamdum.” 

Hamza leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, catching you off guard. He's kissing you- wait no! He's licking your lips? The tip of his tongue moved along the lines of your lips making your breath hitched. His eyes were closed like he's savouring a best dessert. His best dessert. 

Your stare at him dumbfounded. “Jaan kya-” he slowly pulled away and looked at you. 

“Kuch meetha aapke lips par reh gaya tha. Khana waste karna accha nhi hota na jaan, hmm? Maine shi kiya na?” He pointed at your lips. He really licked the traces of saliva on your lips that you got while kissing him. Such a messy eater you are. Well so is he.

You nodded, suddenly too shy to look into his eyes and he guessed it. Of course. 

“Ah ah meri taraf dekho.” He held your chin up and looked at you with those same eyes that have you drowning every time. 

“Kya aap bhi na!” You huffed. Hamza chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back lovingly. 

“Love you rahega aapko till the last breath jaan.” You mumbled, face buried into his clothed chest.

Hamza snickered lightly at your choice of words. His cute little burger bacchi.

“Meri taraf se bhi love you rahega aapko, till forever meri jaan.” He replied, squeezing you more into him. Oh this felt so right, so good. You will give up even heavens for his embrace but for now you know your heaven was in his arms and so was his. 

A/n pt.2 - aaaaahhh I'm gonna cry... I edited it three times and Tumblr kept posting it half done yawrr brb crying 🥀💔 my heart rate increased the way i panicked for 30 mins straight ;) one more thing @hamzaalimazari i love u love u love u so so so muchieeee 😽❣️hehe your jangli billi

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The home you made out of his kabuttarkhana reminds him of you, every corner he looks at. The curtains, the candles, the cleaned desk, you literally out done yourself when it comes to decorating. Whether it be his kabuttarkhana, his life or Hamza himself. 

Just like every day he got ready to leave around 10 am in the morning. 

“Jaan, mai nikalta hu.” He voiced out pulling up his sleeves. As he walked in your living room cum bedroom area, he waited for you to come to him and give him his kisses before leaving. He called out again waiting for you but all he got was a low hum. Suspicious.

You generally come up running to him, no matter what you're doing when he's about to leave. He walked towards the bathroom from where you were humming. Looking at the opened door, he entered. 

That's when he saw your face in the mirror, your back facing him. He catches your reflection in the mirror while you apply the pale gold paste against your skin. You moved slowly, almost reverently, fingers careful as they traced your cheeks. The room smells faintly of turmeric and roses. He doesn’t interrupt as he just watches, quiet and full, as if the mirror has turned into a private window into his life. 

Your eyes met his finally breaking his stillness. Goodness he really gets lost in you, unintentionally even. 

As he finally looks at you in the mirror instead of getting lost in your eyes , brows knitting faintly. You're standing there with a small bowl in your hand, smearing the strange golden paste over your skin, slow and deliberate. For a moment he just watches, unsure. Is it medicine? Some ritual? The scent reaches him then, warm and unfamiliar, and he tilts his head, still trying to make sense of it.

You looked peaceful, focused, like you know something he doesn’t, and that only deepens his confusion. He doesn’t ask. He just keeps watching, curiosity softening into quiet attention.

He stepped forward wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, carefully not to nuzzle your neck cause he definitely didn't want that dripping liquid to get on his beard. 

“Begum shahiba, ye kya lga rhi hai aap?”, his voice laced with curiosity.

You smiled at him through the mirror. “Ise ubtan kehte hai sohar ji.” 

“Aur ye aap kyu lga rhi hai?” 

“Hmm? Kyu nhi? Isse aur chamak badh jati hai chehre ki jaan. Mai to kehti hu aap bhi lagaiye.” You chuckled.

Hamza gently turned you to face him. “Meri chamak to aap se badhti hai meri jaan.” He smiled at you, eyes fixed on yours as always. 

“Janab batein badi acchi bna lete hai aap.” You couldn't help but tease.

“Meri mohabbat aapko sirf batein lag rhi hai jaan?” He played along with you.

You cupped his bearded cheeks, caressing him gently. He knows how much you love his beard, hell he never thought someone would love him this much and you amaze him everyday with your extraordinary affection. 

“Jaan…” you mumbled, speechless. 

“Ye bataiye aapko kisne kha ye lgane jaan? Kon hai jise lagta hai ki meri begum ko aur chamakne ki zarurat hai?” He whispered the question. He leaned closer despite the odour of the ubtan. Of course he doesn't care, as long as he gets the chance to get close to you. 

“Arey wo niche jo chachi rehti hai na unhone bola…ki uhm…ise lgane.” You nodded at your own words, trying to remember some and correct yourself.

“Kya kha iss chachi ne?”

“Bol rhi thi ki meri sakal per kuch nisan hai wo bhi haat jayenge agar mai-”

Before you can complete he touched the fade marks of your acne scars on your face. 

“In nisano ko hatane ki baat na kariye jaan. Meri zidd, jaan, mohabbat aur ibadat hai ye. Aapke nisan, aapki aankhein, aapke baal aur har wo chiz jo aapse judi hai jaan. Aap meri ho puri ki puri. Mujhe isse na kuch kam chahiye na jyada, smjhi aap?”

You looked at him with eyes that reflected one of a little girl who's being adored again, loved without begging and this love doesn't want anything in return. It just wants you. He just wants you. Wholly.

He brings back the kid within you, one look and you know he'll bring the stars at your feet. He kisses them as if it's his sacred shrine and it was. His holy stay. 

Hamza gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear so it doesn't touch the yellow paste on your face. You just stared at him, your breath trembled.

You forgot how to breathe for a second. A quiet hitch of breath betrayed you. 

He smiled lovingly. “Jaan? Ise kab saaf karogi?” 

“Uhm…uh...bss todi hi der mei.” You stuttered.

At this moment you wanted to jump onto him and hug him like a clingy child.

The audacity he has to talk so casually after making you huff and puff. Damned those butterflies in your stomach. 

“Jaan aapko bhi lga deti hu, aap waise mujhe aese hi acche lagte ho lekin…” You looked at him cheekily.

“Kyu nhi jaan, mai bhi chamak jata hu. Yhi to chaiye mujhe Lyari ka badshah banne ke liye.” He chuckled thinking you're just kidding with him but that look in your eyes says otherwise. 

A few minutes later.

Hamza sat in front of the mirror, looking at his face. The yellowish, smelly ubtan is now on his face, some dripping on his beard. You chuckled, wiping off the excess liquid. Your fingers gently smothered the ubtan on his face. He closed his eyes, enjoying your touch. 

“Pyare lag rhe ho. Mere lal, pile, hare, nile.” 

Hamza sighed. “Aapne to mujhe rangeen qaus bna diya.” 

“Mere sare rang to aapse hi hai jaan.” Your reply made his breath hitched. He knows the words you spoke were real and not just a sweet nothing. That's exactly how you felt for him.

You turned to leave, letting the face pack set on his face but Hamza held your wrist gently pulling you back.

“Kaha chali meri sayar begum?” He questioned with a soft smile.

“Sayar? Aap hi ki meharbani hai janab. Mujhe sayar bna diya hai aapke pyar ne jaan.” You smiled, almost shy. 

“Ye to bataiye ki ise dhoyengi kab aap?” 

“Kuch waqt aur rukiye jaan. Jitne samay tak rakhoge utna chamkoge.” You joked and walked towards your close quartered kitchen. 

Hamza sat waiting patiently for it to dry. Even though he was supposed to be at the workshop right now with Uzair and others. He would wait a thousand years for you anyways, he's good at being patient. Years of training, worth it all for you.

His phone rang suddenly, the buzzing catching his attention as the name flash. Uzair. 

He picked it up quickly. 

“Abey tu kahan hai?” Uzair asked since Hamza is not the type of guy who delays or comes late. 

“Kyu koi masla hai kya?” Hamza questioned back. 

“Haa masla hai mard ke bacche. Jldi aa.” Uzair’s voice was slightly impatient and frustrated. 

“Tu 5 minute ruk mai abhi aaya-”. Before he can say more you called from the kitchen. 

“Jaan ubtan ko abhi aur 10 minute rkhna hai.” You heard him from the living room and decided to remind your husband of how long he has to keep it on his face.

Hamza gulped looking back at his phone.

“Uzair tu 5 minute ruk mai 10 minute mei aaya.” Hamza's tone was unapologetic.

“Abey kya bak rha hai?” The man on the other side asked, confused. 

“Arey tu ruk mai aata hu.” With that he hung up the call with a sigh. Uzair on the other hand took the hint and grazed his hand on his hair as he mumbled to himself 'zoru ka gulam khi ka'.

You walked towards him with the breakfast you prepared for him. “Kya kha Uzair bhai ne jaan?” 

“Workshop bula rha tha. Keh diya maine todi der mei aata hu.” 

You made your way towards him with a tender smile. “Jaan? Mere liye aapne use mna kar diya?” 

“Aapke liye bhi aur khud ke liye bhi jaan. Aapke sath jyada se jyada waqt bitau, yhi khwaish rehti hai meri.” He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer, mindful that his face doesn't touch your clothes, fighting the urge to nuzzle your tummy. 

As the facepack dries off you feed him by your hand and he doesn't miss the chance to let his tongue touch your finger. Always leaning himself into your hand more than actually needed. 

You narrowed your gaze jokingly. “Hath hi khalo mera.” 

“Aaiye saaf kardu ise mere suraj mukhi.” You quote the nickname signifying his yellowed face because of the ubtan but he got a better reply.

“Aur aap meri suraj ho jaan. Jha jha jaogi whi whi aapke piche aajaunga.” Your breath stuttered at his words.

Uff this man.

He's literally yours, all yours.

Soaking the white piece of cloth into the water, you gently dab it on his face, cleaning the dried up ubtan. Hamza closed his eyes for a few seconds as he took in your gentle touches before opening them. Then they were fixed on you. Those eyes, they always follow you. 

His smile softened with love, so was yours. 

After your husband's face was all clean you leaned closer pressing your lips on his forehead, giving him a soft kiss. Before you can pull away Hamza pulled you closer as you fell on top of him.

“Kya kar rhe hai aap? Workshop nhi jana?” You let out teasingly.

“Ye kaam jyada zaruri hai.” He answered, genuinely. He watched you without blinking, his attention never leaving you. 

“Aaccha? Konsa kaam hai yha aapka jnab?” You whispered leaning closer.

“Aapka deedar karna jaan. Kitna bhi masroof rakhe ye duniya mujhe, aapka deedar karne se rok nhi sakti aapke iss aashiq ko.” 

“Ishqa ve main ena dub gaya haan, hun tere bina main kakh da vi nahi.” He spoke in a low, intimate murmur, his voice dropping into a sensual hush already taking your breath away. (I’m so lost in love that without you I’m nothing.)

His love washed over you in waves, leaving you lightheaded and beautifully undone. He's doing it again, making your head dizzy, pupils dilated and weak on the knees. All for him. 

“Aur ye kaam nhi aadat hai meri. Jaise sanso ke bina log zinda nhi reh sakta waise hi mai aapke bina hu jaan.”

“Sansei to aap le jate ho meri sari jaan, apni inhi baton se.” You replied, your eyes fixed on his. 

He smiled, eyes adoring only you. He pulled you closer nuzzling your neck. His thick beard tickled your soft skin. Your breath faltered. You loved the touch of his beard against your skin. That feeling always makes you weak.

“Jaan, bss karein. Rahem kariye apni begum par thoda.” You asked, trying to control the begging in your tone.

“Aapko nhi pasand to naa keh dijiye jaan. Mai abhi chor dunga aapko.” 

He knows you love it, you want it despite your shyness.

You gulped and leaned closer, giving up against your man's persistence. You rest your head on the reassuring breadth of his chest. There’s a rugged, masculine energy to his physique, reinforced by the confident way he moves but most importantly they are your home, your shelter full of warmth. Only for you.

A soft smile touched his face as he let out a quiet sigh. He gently grazes his fingers on your hair. Pressing a tender kiss into your hair, caressing you like you're the most delicate thing in his world and you were, he closes his eyes. Uzair can wait, the world can wait. He has already lost his loved ones before, not anymore. He'll protect you against all the odds. His life can be a lie as a spy, so is his personality for others but you are his only truth. He knows for sure that always come back home to you, always. 

Ranjhe bnaaye, te majnu ne thagge~

Lgda tu saade vi, vass da ni saanu~ 

Ishqa ve chadeya, tu kakh da ni saanu~

Translation:

You created the Ranjhas, and you deceived the Majnus. 

It seems you're beyond our control as well.

Oh love, you have left us completely helpless.

A/n pt 2: I'm so in love 😖😖 if you can't already tell... anyways I got this idea while i was actually applying my clay mask 💫

Tagging: @roses-and-iron 🫶