#zaroon

Par mein ye sab tumhe kabhi nahi bataungi, tumhare har waade per hassungi, tumhari har baat ka mazaak udaaungi. Tum mujhe sangemarmar samjhte ho, toh samajhte raho, mein tumhaare saamne reth ki deewar nahi ban sakti, mujhe toot jaane se khof aata hai.

famous lines from pakistani drama- zindagi Gulzar hai

"Aur ab main...main apne aap se darne lagi hoon. Kisi se mohabbat insaan ko bohot kamzor kar deti hai, bohot bebas, majboor. Aur mujhe inn saari cheezon se nafrat hai. Lekin uske bawajood, tum meri zindagi ka markaz bante jaa rahe ho. Tum mujhse poochte ho ki mujhe tumhari kya baat achchi lagti hai. Main tumse yeh kaise kahoon, ki mujhe tumhari kaunsi baat achchi nahin lagti? Apne irdh-girdh tumhara ghumna, Mere wajood se naa hatne wali tumhari gehri nazrein, Tumhari har waqt ki tawajjo, Tumhara jaan chhidakne wala har andaaz.. har baar, Jab tum mere maa baap ke liye, ehtraman khade hote ho, toh main tumhare saamne jhukne lagti hoon. Aur kya kuchh nahin? Ek chhote se ghar ke iss pankhe wale kamre mein, tumhari yeh gehri neend. Mineral water bottle ko dhoondne ne ke bajay, nalke ka paani peelena, Hand wash chhod ke, ek saste saboon se haath dhona. Apni plate ko, meri maa ke haath ke pake khaane se baar baar bharna. Par main yeh sab, tumko kabhi nahin bataungi. Tumhare har wade par hasungi,Tumhari har baat ka mazaak uraungi, Tum mujhe sang-e-marmar samajhte ho, Toh samajhte raho. Main tumhare saamne ret ki diwar nahin ban sakti. Mujhe toot jaane se khauf aata hai."

Zindagi bohot si ajeeb baaton ka ek majmua hai. Ajeeb baatein, itefaaqat, maujjaze. Baaz dafa samajh nahin aati, agar isko ek jumle mein define karna pade, toh woh kya hoga? Zindagi gulzar hai...jaise zaroon usko Kehta hai.

-Kashaf Murtaza (Zindagi gulzar hai)

husband!zaroon a drabble, just indulging in zaroon and kashaf's relationship!

husband!zaroon steps into the warmth of their home, the scent of something rich and feminine curling around him like an embrace, ah, his wife’s home, he sighs. his eyes sweep around, searching instinctively for her, his fingers tightening around the bouquet of roses hidden behind his back. “kashaf,” he calls softly, her name a melody on his lips, his heart swelling at the thought of her.

husband!zaroon finds her in the office, her silhouette framed by the golden light of the evening sun. she’s a vision—soft, radiant, her long hair falling in loose waves as she types away, her movements graceful. his breath catches, his mouth going dry. he wants to cross the room in an instant, to pull her into his arms and press feather-light kisses to her cheeks, her forehead, her lips. but he holds himself back, his steps casual as he approaches, though his pulse races like a man possessed.

husband!zaroon who compliments kashaf thoughtfully, telling her she looked sublime, all concentrated on work. ensuring his compliment reaches her depths and isn’t waived off as means of small talk. 

husband!zaroon lays the bouquet in front of her, her eyes widen as she finally pivots towards him - acknowledging his presence entirely now. a faint blush blooming on her cheeks, “what was the need for these?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, though the way her fingers curl around the stems betrays her delight. he brushes his hand against hers, a fleeting touch that sends a shiver through them both. “just because, kashaf,” he hums, his tone soothing, his gaze lingering on the way her lips curve into that shy, knowing smirk. and he knows he’s won again, she won’t put up any fight.

husband!zaroon kisses the same smirk off kashaf’s lips when they were in the privacy of their rooms, cuddling in bed, legs tangling. she would yelp and he would laugh, but she wouldn’t push him away, letting him do whatever he wanted with her.

husband!zaroon makes kashaf talk about her day, and whatever novel that kept her busy these days. he loves when her eyes lit up, speaking about what excites her, despite feigning nonchalance about everything. he can see right through her, reading her better than any book she touches now. 

husband!zaroon at the same time burns from jealousy. envious of a mere book for capturing his wife’s attention, more than him for the day. 

husband!zaroon who’s hands never want to leave kashaf’s body. his touch sometimes exploratory, learning the curves and edges of her. fingers memorizing what makes her sigh, what makes her shiver, what makes her moan and what makes her groan. other times, his touch is grounding, a silent promise that he’s there, that he sees her. in those moments, he’s not just her husband—he’s her home.

a/n: just wanted to get out a zaroon x kashaf drabble that was eating away at my mental capacity from writing literally anything.

as always, hope its a good read! <3