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"Ab utha bhi lo"
(Pick it up already)

She jumped at the sudden sound of a deep voice right behind her. All set to scream at the top of her lungs she closed her eyes and opened her mouth but a hand covered her mouth making her breathing pause.

Someone held her in their embrace from behind, her back against their front and their breath falling against the shell of her ear.

"Haath hataon tu cheekhna mat" he whispered in her ear, making her nod her head hesitantly.
(Once I remove my hand don't scream.)

He removed his hand but didn't let her go. He rounded his arms around her from behind and placed his head on her shoulder.

She opened her eyes slowly and turned a little to the side to get a look of her man who held her captive. Her eyes hazed as she gazed at his face , the first time this close. He turned her around slowly, not breaking the moment their eyes held.

It was the second time ever since he was gazing at her this closely after their nikkah four years ago. From being childhood best friends to being a couple it was all a blur. For him it was only her moments he cherished and the years he spent away from her thinking of her.

"Heer" he breathed cupping her cheek making her melt in his clutches. Her cheek warmed under his palm. A rosy blush spreading on her face

"Aap..aap yahan kia kar rahe hain?" She asked, flustered at this moment that she knew would stay there in her mind and heart for years and years to come.
(What... What are you doing here?)

"Bhala Ranjha bhi kabhi apni Heer se dur reh paya hai" he smiled, making her bite down one of her own.
(Has Romeo ever been able to stay away from his juliet?)

She burned red from his cheesy talks and his closeness. Her eyes didn't meet his but instead stayed rooted on the buttons of his blue shirt.

"Waise yeh acha hai Aashiq mehbooba se Milne aaye tu woh baat hi na kare. Wah!" Mustafa said, rolling his eyes and shortening the radius of arms around her flushing her against himself.
(This is nice when a lover comes to meet his love and she doesn't even talk to him. Very nice)

"Mehbooba gungi bhi tu hoskati hai" she said, finally looking up to meet his gaze.
(Your lover could be mute also)

"Mine never shuts up. I highly doubt that's the case" he debated making her narrow her eyes at him. She tried getting out of his hold but he hugged her close.

"Jaanti ho mene tumhe kitna miss kia" Mustafa mumbled nuzzling his face in her neck making her stiff as a statue.
(Do you know how much I missed you?)

"Mustafa.. koi aa jayega. Abhi nahi" she said, keeping her hearing alert for any noise of her family's arrival.
(Mustafa someone will come. Not now)

Her heart sank at the thought of leaving his warm and welcoming embrace but for the sake of some decency she tried pushing him away.

Though the two were married, not everything would happen as he wanted to.

"Mustafa.." she sighed, making him groan holding her tightly.

"Two minute phir chor donga. Magar sirf abhi keliye" he said, his lips moving against the skin of her shoulder.
(Just minutes then I'll leave you but just from now)

For the sake of two minutes she let herself drown in the scent of his cologne and let her boundaries down just a little. He swayed them both while still holding her, she smiled. I'm his chest closing her eyes.

"I think two minute hogaye" she said, making him look up from her shoulder and glare at her.
(I think you two minutes are up)

"Tum bohat zalim ho" he said, narrowing his eyes at her. She shrugged with a sly look on her face. Her heart fluttered at his gaze.
(You're very cruel)

"Sabse zayada" she said, smirking at him.
(Cruelest of all)

He let her go after a while but still kept hers secured in his.

"Acha ab itne saalon baad aya hon me koi tu baat karlo" he said, caressing her hand. Not being able to stop his thumb from caressing her hand she pulled it away from his hold and crossed her arms.
(I've come back after so many years at least say something)

"Apne tu ek hafte baad nahi aana tha abhi kaise?" she asked tilting her head to the side. He mimicked her action with a smile on his face.
(You were about to come after a week,why now?)

"Aap ki muhabbat kheench laaye. Ab yeh gulam sultana ke bulane par kaise nahi ata." He said, bowing his head with a hand on his chest.
(Your love dragged me here. How can this recant not come running when the queen ordered so)

"Drama king" she shook her head, her smile slipping past her stoic expression. His eyes widened and stumbled back falling on her bed with a hand on his heart.

"Haye Allah!!" He gasped gaping at the ceiling above.

"Ab kia hogaya?" She asked, rolling her eyes at his dramatic self.
(Now what happened?)

"Huzoor aisa na muskaraya Karen nacheez ke dil mushkil me parh jata hai" he said plopping on his elbow gazing at her.
(Your highness please don't smile so beautifully my heart falls in trouble at the mere sight)

"Tauba hai" she laughed, shaking her head, his eyes twinkled at her beaming face.
(Oh God)

"Kaise hain aap waise?" She asked, sitting beside him. He gazed at her continuously with a smile on his face making her heart flutter.
(How are you by the way?)

"Ab bilkul theek ho" he breathed, not letting his gaze falter. Her face turned red at the constant sense of his loving gaze on her.
(I'm perfectly fine now)

The ice started melting further between them and the awkwardness flew out of the window as both started ranting about how life was and how her exams had drained out all her energy.

The time passed by in a blur and her family's voices rang in the house. The heavy sound of the main gate closing made her eyes wide.

"Mustafa uthen Ammi baba agaye hain aap ko Jana hoga" she panicked pulling his hand to get him up but instead he pulled her back down this time under him.
(Mustafa get up my parents are here you have to leave)

"Mustafa" She gasped at his doings.

"Mustafa Ammi aajaye gi pleasee chor den" she pleaded.
(Mustafa Ammi will come here please let me go)

"Acha theek hai jata hoon. Waise unse ijazat lekar aya tha me" he smirked at her wide eyes. He got up, letting her sit up straight.
(Okay fine I'll go. By the way she gave me permission to come here)

"Acha suno." He said, pulling her up close.
(Oh and listen)

"Ab daante bagair call per baat karlena" he said, kissing her cheek and left from the balcony he came from.
(From now on just answer my calls without getting annoyed)

Heer stood unmoving at her spot with her cheeks burning and heart beating ferociously.

"Heer" her mother yelled from downstairs making her roll her eyes at her mother's loudness.

"Ammi waise me zinda ho. Aram se bula lia karen. Saatwen aasman se nahi bulana hota mujhe aapne." Heer said, descending the stairs.
(Ammi I'm alive. You can call me calmly you don't have to summon me from the seventh sky)

"Zayada mujhe mat sikhao mujhe yeh batao yeh cake kahan se aya." Her mother asked. She thought of what she should tell her mom then decided to play safe.
(Don't teach me and tell me where did this cake come from?)

"Woh mene order kia tha. Ab gareeb ke liye khana de kar tu gaye thi nahi." She replied, shrugging her shoulders in an offensive manner.
(I ordered it. You didn't even leave this poor fellow something to eat)

"Acha ab zayada apni gareebi ka Rona na ro. Tumhare taya ne shaadi me invite kia hai tumhare cousin ki." Her mother rolled her eyes and delivered the news to her.
(Yeah whatever, don't rant about your current broke-ness. You uncle has invited us to your cousin's wedding)

"Achi baat hai chalo acha hai ek Bandar ki shadi ho rahi hai" she muttered under her breath but stopped seeing her mother eye her suspiciously.
(Good at least one of the idiots are getting married)

"Kuch kaha tum ne?" Her mother asked, raising an eyebrow.
(Did you say something?)

"Huh? Nahi tu mene tu kaha Mubarak ho" she forced a chuckle to seem believable. She knew her mother had heard her.
(Huh? No I said congratulations)

"Acha me sone jaarahi ho mene leftovers khaliye the '' she said, yawning, receiving an unapproving look from her mother.
(Okay I'm going to bed I ate the leftovers)

"Haan itna na order kia karo na. Bhooko ki tarha" her sister added looking up from her phone.
(Yeah so don't order that much like a starved person)

"Shireen meri jaan shutup" she said rolling her eyes.

She went to her room and let herself fall on her bed. A shy smile came over her lips making her turn to her side and hug her pillow close to her chest.

Her phone pinged, making her hurriedly pick it up from her side table.

"Goodnight. I hope you dream of me"

~Mustafa

She shook her head and went to sleep with a smile on her face.

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"Heer" someone called her, making her stir in her sleep.

She hummed in her sleep making the person shake her violently.

"Uth jao meri maa aakhri paper hai phir soye mari rehna '' her mother yelled startling her awake.
(Wake up, it's your last exam. Come on you can sleep afterwards)

"Ammi why didn't you wake me up earlier." She whined running in her bathroom like a mad woman.

"Tum hi murdon ki tarha soti ho tauba hai utha utha kar banda mar jaye" her mother taunted and left, placing her clothes on her bed.
(You're the one who sleeps like dead, waking you up takes centuries)

"I'm so late," she cried, hurrying her routine. Tying her hair in a messy bun and ran out of the house leaving her concerned father and irritated mother behind.

"All the best"

~Mustafa

She smiled at the message and told the driver to hurry. Stepping on campus she walked in the examination hall meeting up with her friends halfway through.

After the exam was done her and her friends sat in the canteen eating the stress away. She munched on her samosa while her friends stared at her.

"What?" She asked with her mouth stuffed with her samosa.

"What's up with your ranjha?" Her friend Javeria asked, making her roll her eyes at her.

"Javeria just because my name's her doesn't mean I need to have a ranjha" she said irritated at their approach.

"But yaar you're married and you rarely talk about your husband. Don't you love him?" Fatima, a girl from her group, asked, annoying her. She didn't like her much, her nosy nature being one of the reasons.

"Um.. well first of all the meaning of me having a husband doesn't mean me talking about him all the time. It's no big deal" she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"But come on girls love talking about their man" the girl pestered.

"Um.. guys you talk. My brother's here to pick me up, I'll get going" Ramsha said, checking her phone.

"Wait, I'll come along," she said, escaping the situation.

"Fatima needs to stop," she scowled, making Ramsha chuckle.

"Just ignore her." Her friend said, looping an arm around her shoulder. Heer rounded her hand around her waist as they both walked out to the gate.

"Just wait for a moment. I'll just check for my car then you can leave. Hm?" She said looking around.

They walked out till her car, Heer slowed down a little behind while Ramsha reached her brother.

"Who takes this long Ramsha? I've been waiting for so long" her brother said, making her roll her eyes.

"I was coming okay. The university is a big place and I had to walk over here from the canteen" she said, crossing her arms.

"Now can we go?" He asked, running a hand through his dark locks.

"Yeah just wait a minute till my friend's driver is here" she said looking back at Heer who frowned at her phone.

"What happened?" Ramsha asked.

"The driver's sick, he can't come. Now what?" Heer frowned and looked up from her phone.

"Aisa driver rakha kion hai tumne. Kia pata bahana bana raha ho. Tumhe yaad hai pichli baar jab driver mujhe lene nahi aya tha tu bhai ne usse faarig kardia tha" Ramsha said pointing at Zaryab who looked at her. His eyes fell on her face. Her eyes locked with the man who stood behind her friend.
(Why have you kept such a driver? Who knows if he's lying? You remember when last time our driver didn't come to pick me up my brother fired him on spot)

She looked away shaking her head at her friend's statement. Zaryab gazed at her face who ignored him. She looked like a nymph straight out of a fairytale. A sense of possessiveness washed over him as he stared at her with deep desires taking place in him.

"Ramsha, Mushtaq uncle ki tabiat waqai theek nahi hai. Aur waise bhi woh itne saalon se humare liye kaam karrahe hain me Bhala kon hoti hon unki rozi khatam karne wali. Tum fikar mat karo tum jao me kuch intezaam karti ho." She said,
(Ramsha, Mushtaq uncle is really not well. Besides he's been working for us for so long and who am I to stop someone's income. Don't worry I'll manage. You go)

Her voice was a melody to his ears. He wanted to take her away with her the moment he saw her. The smile that she passed his sister had something lurching deep within his chest. He wanted her brown eyes to be fixated on him and just himself.

"Why don't you come with us? Bhai. We can drop her off right?" Ramsha said, making Heer look up to him who's eyes took her in deeply. She fixed her shawl around her feeling him stare at her intently.

"If she wants to?" His deep manly voice made her look away feeling uneasy.

"No it's okay I'll manage—" her words were shortened by the bell of her phone. She looked back at her phone with an apologetic smile on her face.

Her smile widened seeing the caller Id. Zaryab wanted to know who was the reason behind her smile, he wanted to be the reason for her smile and seeing her smile for some other reason irked him.

"Oohoo lagta hai Heer ke Ranjhe ka phone hai" Ramsha smirked, making her blush and her brother angry.
(Ohoo looks like it's Mr Romeo)

"Ranjha?" He thought, his jaw clenched.

"Assalamualaikum" Heer said, rolling her eyes at her friend.

"Waalaikumsalam" Mustafa sang, making her feel giddy.

"Kahiye '' Heer said, walking a little away from her friend who was smirking at her.
(Yes say)

"Aapke saamne bhi aakar khare hojao tab bhi aap hume notice mat kijiye gaa" he said, making her eyebrows furrow.
(Even if I stand in front of you, you still won't notice me)

Confused, she looked around and true to his words he stood right there across the road leaning on his car. Dressed in white shirt and blue jeans.

After spotting him, her smile broadened, he beamed at her making her heart melt, another heart stoned at their interaction.

"Pata hai me handsome hon. Magar ab dekhti hi raho gi kya aa bhi jao" he said, making her scoff at his statement.
(I know I'm handsome but now will you keep gazing at me? Come here)

"Aati ho". She said turning to her friend.
(Coming)

"Uh.. Ramsha, my ride's here I'll get going. Thanks for offering to drop me" she said, smiling gratefully.

"Okay. But you'll come to my house to get together right?" Ramsha asked, making her nod.

"I'll confirm after asking my mom. Ok Allah Hafiz" Heer said waving at her and walked away crossing the road to where he stood.

"Aap ko pata hai na yeh intezaar meri sehat ke liye acha nahi." He said opening the door for her. She raised an eyebrow amused as he leaned against the opened door.
(You know waiting is harmful for my health)

"Manners in Mustafa. Allah kahin me khawab tu nahi dekh rahi?" she exaggerated making him nod his head.
(Allah am I dreaming?)

"Aap ke liye hain sirf baaqi tu meri jutti ki nok per rehte hain pata tu hai aapko" he said getting in the driver's seat.
(Just for you the rest of the world stays under the heel of my shoes. You know right?)

"Over acting karwalo inse bus" she said nodding her head with a smile on her face. It had only been two days that he had come back and she was smiling almost all the time.
(Overly dramatic)

Zaryab watched as the car rolled away. His jaw tightened and fist clenched.

"Bhai? Let's go?" Ramsha said, patting his arm. He nodded sitting in the car leaving her to grumble under her breath.

"Who was that girl anyway?" He asked, glancing at his sister.

"Oh her. She's my friend Heer." She said making his hold on the steering wheel tightened.

Heer..

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