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@Shanaya does this TS make any sense now? 😳 Fir bhi ye lo jaisa bhi hai padhna to padega hi.
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First Shot
A room not the best or the most beautiful in the world, but had a unique charm of its own being nurtured by the colossal love and trust of two people unreservedly, hopelessly, per fervidly and irrevocably in love with each other, had been as calm and serene as it would be usually at this time of night. All conventional as well as non conventional source of light were turned off, The curtains were down to keep out all the trammels of a sound sleep, yet a dash of moonlight managed to invade through the cracks of curtains, but all it did was give a golden divine like aura to the room , matching perfectly with its tranquility. Breaking the norm a little further there was a faint white light coming from Zaroon's mobile phone for he'd been staring at its screen for like five or ten minutes with bated breath. 11:58...11:59 And finally the numbers it read bring out a massive smile around his face for that was what he had been waiting for eagerly. He immediately but gently turned to his right side and there she was; the owner of the eyes that ruled over his stress and tension, the possessor of the smile that ruled over his anger, the cuteness that ruled over his senses, the women who ruled every little bit of his heart for aye, to be precise. Lying in thrall to him, as a matter of fact, he'd been in thrall to her since the very first day he saw her. One hand rested on the pillow while the other around her belly, long hair scattered like flexible climbers about the pillow, dark long eyelashes lying on her cheeks like curtains. She looked so pure and divine as always. What is this strange tingling sensation Zaroon felt in every cell of his body, every time he looked at her sleeping face? He needed to figure it out still.
"Happy Birthday my love. Khuda mere nasib ki bhi sari khusiya tumhe de de." he whispered before he placed a gentle kiss on Abeer's forehead, keeping his breathing inaudible, careful not to wake her up or else their mission would have ended before it really started. Yes, Mission Mamma's secret birthday party this is what his little partner sleeping peacefully in the other room would call it.
Zaroon and Abeer were in the midst of a wondrous life with no obstruction, no hassle in particular, just some tidbits of everyday life responsibilities and challenges on which they always got a grip and eventually walked over, ascribable to their unbeatable understanding and trust. And to top it off, they had their most powerful weapon against every tension that ever came in their way- the cutest smile of the cutest kid ever- Papa ki jaan, Mumma ki princess, Dadu ki Muffin, Dadi ki Barbie aur Bua ki Khargosh. These all were Junaid family's personal names for Zaroon and Abeer's 4 years old daughter Huma, who had given them all another reason to live and thanks Allah, with her birth.
When they'd already been bestowed with immense happiness by their gods, stars and destiny all working together in coordination; when there was no void in their lives joined together as one, Huma's arrival was like a bonus that perked it up even. As it was already decided that once they would be parents they would not live apart even for a day. So Abeer settled in Islamabad with Zaroon And when Huma became a kindergartner, she restarted her work over there, with the assistance of Zaroon by her side always.
It seemed Huma had got the best of her parents. She had a glowing, healthy complexion like Zaroon, long supple hair she got from Abeer, her eyes were brown with shades of green, rosy lips, chubby cheeks, and she was so beautiful, so lovely and fresh like the first flower in spring. If talk about her habits and nature- that mischievousness, that care freeness, make a mess of the whole house she'd certainly inherited these traits from Zaroon. "Uff Allah! Zaroon, mere liye to apki hi kharab aadtein nakabile bardaash thi, aur ab ye apki beti bhi aap jasi hi saaf safai ki dushman saabit hui!" Abeer had said it when one day she returned home from work totally exhausted and tired, only to say hello to the sight that magnified it. There was nothing in its proper place, not even the furniture's. Not that those non living things had suddenly started moving on their own, it was actually that father-daughter pair who'd decided to play Tom and Jerry indoor. When Abeer glared at them, they played their coup de maitre- looked at her apologetically with puppy eyes, and Abeer could swear that it was damn cute. Two pair of brown eyes, equally deep and beautiful looking at her trying or rather pretending to be apologetic, but all Abeer could see in them were twinkling stars with their ever mischievous glint. She tried to hold onto her smile, but felt it being tugged down. Not wanting to be caught or give up so easily, she went straight to her room, not before bidding them to get her clean and organised house back. Lekin, Shero ne bhi kabhi safai ki hai? Because in next 10 minutes they'd flumped onto sofa, in front of tv and watching kung fu panda 4.
"Adat hai biwi itni aasani se kase jaegi?" Zaroon would often say this about his bad habits, smiling that waggish smile of his. "Ye baap beti kabhi mujhe sukun ki ek saans nahi lene dege." This is what Abeer would say about the same, getting irritated. And then, suddenly, one day, something happened; something unusual for not everyday this devilishly adorable Jodi of baap-beti made their minds to provide Abeer with not just ek but dher saari sukun ki saasein. And what could have been a better day for putting their plan into action than Abeer's birthday? The woman who lived only for them, who would see them as her lifeline, however was the reason for their being, the meaning of their existence since always, deserved to feel special once in a while. They knew that she being careless of her own self would forget her birthday this time as well, but this time they were not going to wish or remind her sooner but with a surprise cute birthday party at home. Huma settled on to be his manager, when Zaroon entrusted his unskilled hands with the task of baking Abeer's favourite Choc chip cake and cooking her favourite Chinese. "Abeer bhi kya yaad karegi ki great Zaroon Junaid ne uske liye khana banaya. Tum dekhna beta aisa lazawab khana banauga ki duniya ke bade bade chef bhi mujhse cookery lessons lene aae." Zaroon hadn't done anything yet and started praising himself for no reason.
"Er...but... papa..." Huma raised her brows as there arose a doubt in her mind, "Kya aap sure ho ki aap itta sara khana bana loge? Aapko ye sab ata hai?" she questioned, stretching out Itta', her head thrown back as much as she could that she might meet his eyes. Being all smiles due to a thought that sprang just a moment ago that she looked as cute as Abeer, Zaroon picked her up by her waist and raised her high over his head. "No worries Papa ki jaan, google miya zindabaad!" He spoke up before he twirled her around and got rewarded with her ringing, uncontrollable bouts of laughter, that soon got admixed with his own.
Making his way down Zaroon kissed Abeer's tiny nose, then the corners of her mouth slowly yet savouringly. His eyes then glued to her lips; her pink luscious lips which at the time appeared bright red under faint light. He suddenly felt highly charged with the urge to have the feel of them inside his mouth, uncut. 'You'll be the death of me Mrs. Zaroon Junaid." He thought as he stifled a groan that bubbled up from his chest and was anxious to push through his mouth. Not that he hadn't done it before, hadn't felt all turned on out of the blue in the middle of the night and woke her and made unshackled love to her until dawn, but tonight, considering the work pressure she usually carried on her delicate shoulders these days, he didn't want to disturb her sleep. It wasn't easy beyond doubt. Oh-hell it is so freaking hard man! Zaroon would say this, if one asked him. He could feel his muscles tensing up, his internal control dissolving in the warmth of Abeer's beauty like sugar dissolves in warm water, yet he'd to do it. His one in a million wife who would take care of everybody needed an unrestricted and undisturbed sleep more than anything else at this moment in time.
As if feeling his warmth and a want to be cocooned even in her sleep, Abeer stirred and cuddled into him, resting her head against his chest and palm just beside. Zaroon smiled taking her into his arms smoothly, as he stuck her more to himself. He could inhale the sweet smell of her apple mint shampoo and his senses swirled into a whirlpool of rapture. In a little while he fell into deep sleep holding her close to his heart, thinking that he would ask her not to stop using this new shampoo she recently started, for he liked it smell.
Next morning, Zaroon descended the marble stairs to ground story of their house, sliding his wrist in and snapped yet another lock to secure the watch on his wrist. He went to the dinning area and kept standing there for a while to take in the sight that despite being usual, had always been captivating. Huma was sitting at the table for breakfast and Abeer coaxing her to drink down a glass of milk placed before her. Zaroon chuckled inwardly wondering when would the day come when she would drink her glass of milk without making faces? And thanks Allah for blessing him with such a beautiful family that he had. He couldn't have ask for more. As he would say it Bas ab aur kya chaiye zindagi mei, being totally unaware that Allah and his khusiyo ka pitara were not done with him yet. There was more to come. Just then Abeer discerned him standing there wearing charcoal grey suit that was tailored to the contours of his body, and a crisp white shirt complementing each other, a silky navy tie was tied around his neck perfectly. His thick black hair was combed neatly; his face was clean shaven today, after having grown out stubbly for a week again. Abeer had kind of developed liking for his heavily stubbled face by now. He looked neat, clean and handsome clean shaven but with beard he wasn't just handsome but way more than that-hot and sexy. Abeer noticed that he looked all formal and handsome. Correspondingly Zaroon noticed her pretty self clad in salmon pink cotton A line kurta and leggings, long ebony hair tied up in a messy bun, and some wispy flyaway hairs frame her face beautifully, which provided her with an apperance of being a fresh, young blooming bud. They shared a fleeting eyelock for it had gradually become a tendency to look into each other's eyes at times, when their lips remained sealed shut and eyes spoke volumes off the cuff. They exchanged a knowing smile and Zaroon walked up to the dinning table. "Good Morning." He said as he unbottoned his coat and took his seat beside Huma, the resonance in his voice was as chirpy as he was in the morning. Both his beloved girls wished him back merrily in unison. Abeer poured some orange juice into an elegant crystal glass and handed it to him. "Mai apka naashta lekar ati hu." She then went to the kitchen,and Huma finally got one chance to have some private conversation with Daddy dear. "Papa, suno jaldi se." she spoke in hushed tone. Zaroon who just took a sip of the juice, immediately paid attention to her voice and looked toward her face questioningly. She moved closer to him and began speaking again, "Hamara mission start ho chuka hai. Sab kuch theek se hona chaiye commaddo!" She spoke in an undertone, more like commanded him.
Zaroon opened his mouth to speak but a quick laugh slipped out instead, "Why she had to be so cute?" "Commaddo nahi Commander." He corrected her.
"Yeah that's what I said Commaddo." She said, her big eyes widening even more.
Zaroon chuckled openly at her naivete and leaned closer, whispering "Aye Aye Captain." to tuck a stray lock of her wet hair behind her ear.
Everything had been going well. As they'd expected Abeer had forgotten her own birthday. A minute later she came back with a tray of toasts and butter. "Huma, jaldi se apna breakfast khatam karo bachche fir school ki liye taiyaar bhi hona hai." She said and set the tray down on the table and herself on the chair opposite to them.
Huma didn't say anything but started chewing a mouthful of omelette. Her ephemeral furrowed brows at the mention of school didn't go unnoticed by Zaroon and he grinned to himself.
Abeer buttered a piece of toast and put on Zaroon's plate. Just when she was about to do one for herself Huma screamed in pain or it would be better to say fake pain. One cry out of her mouth was enough to adhere wheels to Abeer's legs and in a flash she was standing right beside Huma,wile Zaroon chooked on his toast, "And there she starts,"
"Kya hua?" Abeer's voice snowed under with concern and worry.
"Aaah Mumma daat mei dard ho raha hai.." Huma uttered a yelp as she placed her palm flat on her right cheek.
"Daat mei? Achanak kaise? Kaha kis daat mei?"
"Wo... wo ache wale daat mei.." this just slipped out Huma's mouth impromptu and Zaroon really had a hard time controlling his laughter that was fidgeting to push through the boundary of his lips.
"Ache wala daat?" Fresh lines of worry on Abeer's forehead seemed to be getting replaced by a frown. Finding herself being caught out, Huma intensified the pitch of her cries and Abeer got involved in her once again, keeping her ACP Pradyuman ki bhanji wala avtaar aside.
Suddenly her eyes took notice of Zaroon's cool and calm reaction. On any other day he would've caused tremendous uproar in the entire house, seeing Huma in pain. But today he simply sat there like a bump on a log and watched her, the expression around his face read somewhat amazed, much to Abeer's disbelief. Little did she know that the cute devil they'd created together left him astonished by her drama in progress.
"Zaroon?" She called his name on top of her voice, that swung him into action, as a result he sprung up from his chair swiftly, fumbled for what to say for a second and spoke up in a clumsy way, "Haan, papa ki jaan kya hua?" even though he tried to sound worried, as much as he could.
"Dekhe aap ise, mai dentist ka number lekar aati hu!" Abeer spoke up and hurried to the bottom of the stairs, crept up quickly and hurried down the corridor that lead to her bedroom.
She returned only to find Zaroon gathering Huma up in his arms. Before she could make out the drift of his action, "Tum par wase hi kaam ka bohat bhoj hota hai ajkal, tum jao, isko mai dentist ke pass le jata hu aur fir wapas ghar drop kar duga, wase bhi mera aaj koi important work ya meeting lined up nahi hai" Zaroon sputtered it all on the trot. "Lekin Zaa..." and her words remained in her mouth as him already rushed toward the front door and at the speed of light they both vanished from her sight. Though she wanted to accompany them to his car that was parked outside but couldn't for the reason that she felt faint abruptly, and had to hold on the wall behind to keep from falling.
"Abeer baji..." just then their maid shabana appeared before her. Abeer could hear she was saying something to her but sounded far away.
"Abeer baji aap theek to hai?!" Shabana asked aghast.
"Wo mai..." Abeer felt the blood rush from her head and she staggered backward, leaning against the wall.
Shabana strode toward her, "Aap aie mere saath." She led Abeer to the nearest chair, sat her on it, brought her a glass of cold water and opened all the windows around and let fresh air surge in. The cool air revive Abeer and she felt less disoriented and dizzy.
"Mai sahab ko phone karti hu." Shabana said but Abeer stopped her from doing so. Not that she didn't want to disturb him or something like that. She hadn't told this to anyone and had succeeded in keeping from Zaroon so far, but such dizziness, morning sickness had been frequent visitors to her, since about a week. And she being mother of a child, had a good idea of what it could be, but didn't want to jump to a conclusion without having it confirmed by her doctor.
"Allah kare jo mai soch rahi hu wo sach ho!", she felt a gush of warmth spread through her being that effectuated the delicate pink colour to tint her cheeks.
Zaroon and Huma drove off to nearby stationery store for Huma wanted to buy some things she would require to make a gift for Abeer and that was the principal mode of formation of her toothache natak that she might skip school, about which she hadn't clued in Zaroon yet as well.
In the afternoon, Abeer was sitting in doctor's cabin. As soon as she'd entered her shop few hours ago a wave of nausea had engulfed her and she puked her gut out. So she finally took off from her work and there she was waiting for the doctor. Doctor had done all her test and when she came back there was a huge smile on her face that cemented Abeer's hope.
"Mubarak ho Abeer you're pregnant!" said the Doctor as she took her seat infront of Abeer.
That moment was something whose seed had already germinated in her heart, and doctor's confimation served as food and water, wherefore it shot up to a cross of elation and excitement. How she wished for Zaroon and Huma by her side right now.
"Mumma mujhe ek bhai chaiye." One day very innocently Huma had asked Abeer for a brother, having attended her school friend Zoya's birthday party.
"Bhai? Wo kyun?" Abeer asked, surprised.
"Haan fir mai bhi usse apne sare kaam karwaya karugi jaise Zoya karwati hai apne bhai se aur Sara bua Papa se." Huma spoke up and Abeer broke out at her innocence.
"Thank you... thank you so much Doctor!" Abeer spoke up, a whole hearted smile adorned her face.
"Poore dhai mahine ho chuke hai and since its your second pregnancy, you know very well that you've to be extra careful now." Doctor said and handed Abeer her priscription.Nodding Abeer took it.
She smiled trough the tears glittered in her eyes ready to roll down her cheeks anytime, all the while she walked toward the cab waiting for her in the hospital parking lot. There used to be a period, a long agonizing period when she would think herself an ill fated woman, concerning her miscarriages and a life deprived of love and care. But with Zaroon what she had that time and what she had now seemed poles apart. The minute she hop in the car, she reached into her bag and pulled her cell phone out. She smiled gently as she texted Zaroon.
Zaroon was having a casual discussion on a presentation with Raza in his cabin, when his text message alert tone went off. He punched the ok button just to learn whose, but the name it flashed didn't even took a second to catch his whole attention. Raza observed him getting indulged in something in his phone abruptly. And It wasn't rocket science to understand in what? for he recognized that silly, innocent smile of Zaroon and knew very well with whom it belonged to.
"Achanak se aapko bohat miss kar rahi hu. Ho sake to sham ko ghar jaldi aa jaega. Aur haan... I love you." Zaroon read the message while his smile grew wider.
"Your wish is my command my love. Bilkul mai ghar jaldi aauga. And I love you too." He typed his reply and hit the send button. When he put his phone on the table before him, he noticed Raza staring at him smiling, his chin rested on his palm, elbow on the table and a smile plastered on face that Zaroon couldn't read.
"Hmmm? Ye tum itne khatarnaak andaaz mei mujhe kyu ghoor rahe ho?" He asked, raising his brows.
"Nahi mai to ye soch raha hu ki shaadi ko itna time ho gaya tumhari lekin asshiqui hai jisme musalsal izafa hue ja raha hai. Dekho Abeer bhabhi ke message par aaj bhi ek teenager ki maakif blush karte ho." Said Raza as he lifted his headonly to sink down in his chair.
"Nahi yaar wo bas," wait a minute, Zaroon paused then spoke again "tumhe ye andaaza kaise hua ki message Abeer ka tha?"
Now Raza gave a loud laugh, "Shakal dekhni chaiye tumhe abhi apni ekdam majnu wali ho rakhi hai, and as far as I know is majnu ki ek hi laila hai."
Zaroon felt embarrassed "Baat galt bh nhi hai, hu to mai Abeer ka majnu hi." He though then said "Chodo yaar subah se aur koi mila nhi kya tumhe taang khichne ko? Chalo saath me ek ek cup coffee ho jae."
"Coffee mere liye hi mangwana. Mera nhi khayal ab tumhe coffee ki mithas ki jarurat hai." Raza seemed not to put an end to this teasing season. Rather!
Zaroon joined his hands playfully, "Khuda ke liye baksh de mere bhai mujhe." And both shared a friendly laugh.
Too long. Isn't it? Shanaya, I'm so lazy. You can pitofy me with a danda, I won't say a word. 😳
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