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Third person's pov.
"Dadda, why is mamma angry? " Muneeb asked with a frown attached on his little forehead.
"Your Mom has gone mad" Anas whispered.
"Oh, then we should take her to hospital" He said with widened eyes.
"Shh" Anas kept his fingers on muneeb's lips Quitening him, hearing footsteps.
Its been two weeks to their big fight,never in their six year's life they had fought like this. All the fights they had till now was of just two, three days and that too was solved within Matter of days.
"Anas" She called but before she could speak further, his phone. He attended the call and went out while she stood there biting her lips.
"Assalamu alaikum, shehzade" Said his aunt, father's sister.
(Greetings, my prince)
"Wa alaikum salam, phuphi" He smiled. From when he was small till now, he was phuphi's boy.
"How are you all? " She asked.
"Alhamdulillah, all fine. Aap bataein? " He asked
(You say)
"Alhamdulillah shehzade. Darasal wo amina ka baby shower hai parson, tho isliye tumlog ko bulane ke liye call kiya tha " She informed.
(Actually, Amina's baby shower is scheduled on the day after tomorrow, so i called to inform you)
"Oh, in sha Allah ( if god wills) we will come"
"Where is hooria? Give her the phone"
"Hooria" He called, and there hearing him say her name after two weeks, she smiled widely and came running down.
"Phuphi" He said giving her the Phone.
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He was eating his lunch with his colleague in the office cafeteria, when his phone rang.
Hoor
The name flashed making him relive the early days of their marriage.
But instead of listening to his heart, he cut the call. His man ego winning.
After the tiring day he went home and busied himself with either the children or work. Hooria on the other hand was upset, because even after her attempts he wasn't paying attention to her. She even made his favorite dinner.
"Anas" She called him but he paid no heed as always. Even though he was feeling like taking her in his arms and never letting her go.
Later the night, hooria sat in the balcony deprived of sleep. Tears falling like a river.
Perhaps, she realised that this time she was the one who is wrong. Indeed she had time to call to everyone else, but she never talked to him like before, because somewhere she took him lightly, blinded by responsibility, she ignored her love, unintentionally, but she did.
And now he is not talking to her, he is right at his place and she is not wrong herself. But what's ishq when there is no obstacles, no misunderstanding, no problem?
Ishq, which is called love is like a path full of thorns and Stones, the one crosses it, wins it.
"Come in, its cold out there" She heard his sleepy voice. Wiping the tears she stood up and scoot towards the bed and got under the blanket.
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★★★★★
"Allah,look at you both " Asma cooed at her brother's son and daughter in law.
"Assalamu alaikum, phuphi" Hooria greeted her.
"Wa alaikum salam, hooria, come" She took her inside after giving a quick peck on Anas's forehead.
"Oh, look who is here" Bitterness filled voice of a elder woman ecoed in the room, making the once laughter room go quite.
"Assalamu alaikum" Hooria greeted the women in a meek voice.
"Wa alaikum salam" They replied.
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She sat there with a smile, everyone busy talking to each other, but no one looked at her. No one or specifically Anas's father's cousin don't like her. Because it was decided that Anas was to be married to her daughter but later it was decided otherwise. The reason still unknown to everyone.
Standing up from the place she thought to look for Muneeb who was with Anas.
"Ouch" She winced as a the hot liquid made contact with her sensitive skin making it go red.
"Oh, did it hurt? " Looking up at the make up fillied eyes of laiba she stood there quietly not wanting to create a scene.
Coming to family gathering means meeting laiba, which hooria hated the most.
"Hoor" She turned and saw Anas standing at the doorway with his eyes widened looking at his wife's hand.
"What the hell happened? " Their cold war disappearing into thin air, as he held her hands inspecting it.
"You did this, didn't you? " He glared at laiba, as he knew because of many events that have happened before.
"No anas" She faked innocence.
"Oh shut up, laiba. I know you very well. What the hell is your problem with her. " He shouted at his cousin. By now all the members of the house have gathered here.
"What happened? Anas" His Mom asked.
"Hooria, what happened to your hand" Panicked, anas's phuphi.
"Nothing, i didn't see her coming and bumped into her.. Its nothing just a small burn"she replied politely.
" Don't be stupid hooria, we all know how is she is! Phuphi laiba always does this" Anas retorted
"You are blaming her Anas" Laiba's mom raised her voice.
"No aunty, I'm not, i am saying the truth"
"You are talking to me like this for that girl? Isliye kaha thi isse shadi naa karao iska, pata nhi kya jaadu chala ke rakhi hai hamare ladke par" She glared him.
(This is why i said not to marry him with her, wonder what magic she did on our boy)
"Buliyega nhi ki wo meri biwi hai, aur mei apne ishq ke khilaaf kuch nhi sunna chahta" He spat.
(Don't forget that she is my wife, and i don't want to hear anything regarding my love)
"Kya faida aise ishq ka jise tumhe koi faida hi nhi? Agar aaj meri baiti se shadi ki hoti tumne tho tumhe kuch kama kar deti, par tume tho unpad ladki chahiye thi"
(Whats is the use of such love, which can't benefit you. If you have married my daughter then she could have worked and given you money, but no you wanted an illiterate girl)
"Aap badi hain, isliye lihaaz karra hun aapaka, mujhe apna hadh paar karne mei mazboor naa karein. Warna aisa kuch kar baitunga ki aaindha mere biwi ke baare mei muh kholne se pehle aap hazar baar sochengi. " He said and turned to go.
(You are my elder so i am respecting you, so don't make me cross my limits. Or else i will do something so bad that you will think thousand times before talking about my wife)
"And you" He turned pointing his hands at laiba.
"Better stay away from my wife"
Saying he went inside the room taking hooria with her. Even though she ignored him, yet he fought for her with his family.
"Weren't you angry with me" She asked with her eyes filled up.
"That doesn't means that i won't stand for you" He said Appling the ointment.
"But i hurted you" Her voice cracking.
"Tumhara diya dard bhi suhana hai. Thats the thing you hold onto everything that hurts because you feel beautiful even in pain" He said dreamily. Looking at him she realised he was not angry at her, he was hurt.
(Even the pain given by you is beautiful)
Her delicate, injured hands flung around his neck, she hugged him making him stumble backwards.
"I- i am sorry" She choked.
"Sorry ? But for what meri jaan (my life)? He cooed.
"I will not ignore you, not now, not ever" She said sniffling.
"Silence worked " He laughed, but she was still crying. His heart broke into thousands of pieces seeing her cry.
"Don't cry" He caressed her head. But she was hiccuping. Breaking the hug he made her look at him.
"I'm sorry " She repeated again Making Him shook his head.
Cupping his face, she clashed her lips against his. A slow and soft kiss it was, like a promise.
"You think i should earn? " She asked breaking the kiss.
"Its solely your wish hoor, i won't stop you whatever may be your decision. " He said pecking her forehead.
"I love you" She said.
"Hume bhi aapse mohabbat hai, " He winked at her making her giggle.
"Mom! Dad " They turned towards the little munchkins.
"My babies" Hoor ran to them and hugged them
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"Anas bhai, its your turn" Said Amina. They were still at their phupi's place. Only the family members were staying the night, other relatives including laiba and her mom were all gone.
All the cousins were playing antakshari after dinner. Hooria sat beside Anas with her head resting on his shoulder as she was not playing.
"And whatever be the song, you have to sing it fully" Said shahid, his cousin.
"Ok" Anas laughed.
Tum toh darasal khwaab ki baat ho
Chalti mere khayalon me tum sath sath ho
Milti hai jo achaanak woh saugaat ho
Tum toh darasal meethi si pyaas ho
Lagta hai ye hamesha ke tum aas paas ho
Thehra hai jo labon pe woh ehsaas ho.
Teri adaa, adaa pe marta main
Wafaa, wafaa si karta kyun
Hadon se hoon guzarta main
Zaraa zaraa zaraa...
Tum toh darasal saanson ka saaz ho
Dil mein mere chupa jo wohi raaz, raaz ho
Kal bhi mera tum hi ho mera aaj ho
Kal bhi mera tum hi ho mera aaj ho
Baarish ka paani ho tum
Kaagaz ki kashti hoon main
Tujh mein kahin main beh jaata hoon
Ho... milne hoon tumse aata
Waapas nahi jaa paata
Thoda wahin main reh jaata hoon
Ho...
Tum toh darasal ikk naya noor ho
Mujhme bhi ho zara si zara door door ho
Jaisi bhi ho hamesha hi manzoor ho
Jaisi bhi ho hamesha hi manzoor ho
Hota hai aisa aksar
Dil yeh kisi ko dekar
Lagta haseen hai saara shehar
Wo...
Ab dekh tera hokar
Aisa asar hai mujh par
Hansta rahoon main aathon pehar
Ho.
Tum toh darasal ishq ho, pyaar ho
Aati mere phasaano mein tum baar baar ho
Inkaar mein jo chhupa hai wo ikraar ho
I
nkaar mein jo chhupa hai wo ikraar ho
His hold on her hand tightened while she closed her eyes contented.
★★★ End of the chapter★★★
True love comes with lots of struggle, nothing is easy, these novels and fantasy don't works in real life. We often dream our real life to be like novels, at least i do this! But while writing this, i realized one thing, the actual villain in our lives won't be any person, but the circumstances. And having a person to love you at those time is a blessing ❤
And i can't believe i wrote this much just in a day.
I even have my assignments that i have to submit tomorrow at 9 am pending 😂
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I'm looking forward to write more like this ❤
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