AyRa SS: Ek Main Au Ek Tu - Completed! - Page 2

Originally posted by: JPRules

WOW. Brilliantly written! I can pretty much see this actually happening between Ayan and Humera... that's how true to the characters you were. Some of the dialogues made me laugh out loud too... hilarious stuff.

Ayan and Humera get a lot of flack because the acting is amateurish. And they're a part of the household that's disliked.
Otherwise many will agree they're adorable together.

Looking forward to the next updates.

Maybe you can also write for Asad-Zoe too one day...

I'm glad I could make them more realistic and make you laugh! They have so much potential on the show but I feel like they're wasted. But I'm sure the actors will get better with time. Especially Rishab.

If I get the time, I might do something short on them!

Originally posted by: lopli

Hi Anamika, the starting of this story is amazing and i am already in love with it. I can't wait to see how you would unfold Humaya's lovestory. I agree Ayaan and Humaira are under appreciated, I want to thank you for actually writing a story on them. They have become my favorite couple on the show. Please Please continue soon

Yuss! Someone else that likes them as much as me!! Yayy! I definitely will continue! Thanks!

Originally posted by: kritzksgian

nice

Thank you!

Originally posted by: Snehal21

hiee Anamika first of all welcome here in QH forum

aweosme start of the story,,,,though m a fan of Asya,,,i liked it,,

very well written do continue

Thank you, Snehal for the welcome! I will definitely continue and finish this too.

Part 2: Aahista, aahista

"Hey, Humaira begum!" Ayaan called after her. "Can we buy this for Zareen? It's perfect!"

Humaira looked up from the whole aisle of different diapers to where Ayaan was standing. He was holding up a bib that said "Poopy!" in big yellow letters on a pink background. Humaira giggled.

"Yeah, I'm sure his mother will be thrilled about her little daughter wearing that!" She shot back.

"Well, it's true. I had no idea babies pooped so much. Did you?" Ayaan walked up to her, putting baby powder and oil in the basket that Humaira was holding.

"Maybe if you spend less time chasing members of the opposite gender and more time with other people of all ages, you'd know that." Humaira replied, putting some rash cream in the bag. She looked at Ayaan, who was still holding Zareen. The baby would absolutely not let go of him. She couldn't admit it, but she felt a little jealous of the baby but loved the fact that Ayaan was so good with a baby.

"Ayaan?"

"Hmm?"

"How many kids do you want?" She asked discretely, not looking his way.

"What?" He looked down at her, confused.

"How many children?" She asked again, clearing her throat.

"None." He said curtly.

"None at all?" She looked up, facing him this time.

"I'm never getting married, remember?" He smiled.

"Right. Of course." Humaira picked out a pack of Huggies diapers and Pampers, holding them up. "Which one?" She asked Ayaan.

"Which one does my little Zareen likey-wikey?" He looked at Zareen, tickling her belly. Of course, she has to giggle when Ayaan does that, Humaira sighed. "I think we'll go with Huggies. It sounds nicer, plus the baby on the cover looks happier too."

"Huggies it is." Humaira put the pack in the basket. "Just pretend for a minute that you will get married one day. That you fall in love with a sweet, little girl." She cleared her throat again, hoping he'd catch the hint. "How many kids would you have then?"

"None. I'm not getting married, Humaira begum!"

"No, just for a minute, Ayaan! Think about it. Just pretend." She pressed on. "Please?"

"Okay, fine. If I were to have kids. Maybe I'd have one. This baby stuff is way too much work." Ayaan replied.

She couldn't read his expression. One kid? "One? Only?"

Ayaan stopped and examined her carefully. "Kyun, Humaira begum, aapko kitne chahiye?" He nudged her lightly, smiling. Humaira flushed a deep, crimson colour.

"I just- I want one kid too. Just one." She looked at the floor. "Boy or girl?" She asked quietly.

"What?"

"Ladka ya ladki?"

"Ladki. A sweet little one like Zareen baby here." He kissed her chubby little cheeks. Humaira smiled at them. They would make a perfect family. She giggled at them, shaking her head. She looked away, shocked to see Haseena aunty by the make-up aisle. Well, that explained the load of make-up that was always splattered on her face. She looked like a pancake recipe gone badly.

"Ayaan!" Humaira grabbed his arm and pulled him down, trying to hide him. It was a bit difficult considering how tall he was.

"Listen, I know you're madly in love with me and all, but we probably shouldn't do anything in public." Ayaan said earnestly.

Humaira's heart jumped for a second before she realized he was just joking. She whacked his head lightly as he snickered at her. "Haseena aunty! If she sees us together, alone, at this time! She'll- "

Humaira was cut off. "So I dunno if you realized this or not, but we kinda live together. So we're always together." Ayaan replied, trying to get up while Humaira was still pulling him down. "Which is really unfortunate," he added as she refused to let his arm go.

"Really? With a baby, buying baby things? I really don't want to talk to her more than I absolutely have to. Give me your wallet! I'll go to the cashier and buy this. You wait outside for me, okay?" Humaira reached for his pocket.

"Okay, Humaira begum. Calm down, it's in my butt pocket. Do you still want to get it?" Ayaan shifted away so his butt would point in her direction.

Humaira giggled, "Eww, gross!"

"Why can't I go to the cashier?" Ayaan retrieved his wallet.

"Because you're like a mota saand. There's no way you can hide, stupid! Have you seen your size?" Humaira exchanged the basket she was holding with Zareen's carriage.

"Hey! I'm normal-sized, okay? You're the midget!" Ayaan stood up with Zareen, as Humaira hit his arm one more time before hurrying away to the cashier section.

Ayaan felt something tugging at his jacket. He looked around.

" Okay, just stay away from the make-up aisle. Oh, and if you dare to leave me again. I will kill you." Humaira pointed her finger, threateningly at his face. "I mean it, Ayaan." She added before turning on her heel to leave.

"Oh, finally! I told you to wait outside, not inside, you big buttface! I was getting worried that you'd left us again!" Humaira sighed in relief as she saw Ayaan walking out.

"Aw, are you kidding? I would never leave baby Zareen alone. " Ayaan took Zareen from Humeira's arms.

"Okay, lets run back home before Haseena comes out again." Humaira looked back, worried.

"Not happening. She's still in the make-up section. Wonder how much she needs." Ayaan replied.

So that's part 2 people! I hope you like it and I tried to make it shorter this time as well.

Originally posted by: .Anamika.

Humaira sighed. She would never get him to help her out. He was probably sitting in front of the TV right now with cheetos in his mouth. She saw Nikhat walking into the kitchen with a long dupatta trailing by her. I can actually picture this. Exactly like him!

Nikhat giggled. "No offense, but I really doubt my brother's into that."😆

"Ayaan!! Come on, the ducks are waiting for us!" 😆Humaira yelled back at him. She knew he was just going to the park to flirt with some girls. At least this baby was helping her destroy his plans, she grinned. Ayaan sighed as he walked out of the door, walking behind Humaira.

"Wooohooo!" Ayaan yelled as loud as his lungs would allow.

"I'm riding a pony!" Ayaan yelled back. 😆 Made me laugh so hard! Only Ayaan could do this.

"Any hot girls?" I can totally imagine him saying this! He winked at her. Her blood boiled. She gulped, hitting him hard. "There are kids waiting for a ride on that pony but they're too scared to approach a scary-looking creature like you!"

"Aww, I think so too!" The girl smiled back at Ayaan. Suddenly, a large sound of flatulence erupted. The girl looked shocked, looking at Ayaan.😆

"You know what? Let's go buy some diapers! Wanna come to the supermarket with me, Humaira begum?" He winked at her, holding out his hand.

Humaira looked up at his goofy lopsided smile and melted all over again. Sure, diaper-hunting wasn't really a date, but she'd take it over him ogling at all the other girls in the park! "I'd love to!" Only Humaira would agree to go on a diaper-hunting date with Ayaan! haha!

Part 3: Goodbye, Zareen

"I'm not changing her. Or feeding her." Ayaan clarified as soon as he walked into the house.

"Yeah, I know, you're not. Just give me all the stuff. I know how to change her." Humaira replied.

"You sure? I mean, she doesn't really - well, she doesn't seem to like you." Ayaan looked at Zareen, touching his nose on her little one.

"Of course she does!" Humaira cried out. "Come here, baby Zareen! We'll go get changed." Humaira took all the supplies to her washroom, while Ayaan grinned behind her.

Humaira was covered in baby powder from head to toe. She was sure she had baby food stuck in her hair and baby oil all over her dupatta. Ayaan walked into her room, assessing her condition.

"Yeah, you know that thing I said about having kids earlier? I'm going to change my answer to none again." Ayaan laughed.

"Not. In. The. Mood." Humaira replied with clenched teeth. Ayaan continued to laugh, picking up a clean-smelling Zareen this time.

"Hey, gorgeous! You're so clean and nice smelling now!" He kissed Zareen's chubby cheeks. Humaira shut her eyes, expecting Zareen's giggle and sure enough, there it was. It had taken her another 15 minutes to change Zareen's disgusting diaper. She didn't know how mothers did this. She didn't know how people had more than one child! What about twins, she thought! She groaned. She hurt all over and to think that all she did the whole day was take care of one little toddler.

"Her mom called your phone. You left it in the living room. She said she'd be here in 15ish minutes. They got late because of traffic." Ayaan said.

"Oh, thank God!" Humaira said out loud.

"Not too keen on kids now, are we?" Ayaan smirked.

"Can you just put her stuff in her bag, please, Ayaan? I'll go wash - whatever's on me off." Humaira walked slowly to the bathroom.

"What bag?" Ayaan asked.

"Her pink bag? Where she had all the stuff?" Humaira replied.

"Oh, right. The one we lost at the park?" Ayaan asked, sarcastically.

Humaira groaned even louder. "Oh God. Ayaan, can you help me, please?"

Ayaan sighed. "Fine. I'll go look around for some pink bag in the house. That woman has so many kids. I doubt if she'd notice it was a different bag. She has other things on her mind."

"Okay, thanks, Ayaan." Humaira gave him a weak smile.

"Come on, Zareen, let's go get you a pink little bag!" Ayaan carefully lifted Zareen and walked out of the door.

Humaira fixed her yellow anarkali that she changed into after peeling off her nasty one that Zareen had thrown everything on. She rushed to open the door, tired of Ayaan's furious knocking. "Darwaza todhna hai, kya?!"

Ayaan examined her mustard yellow anarkali. "Arre wah, Humaira begum! Arz kiya hai."

"Oh God, no." Humaira put her hands on her ears.

"Aaj mausam mein kuch ajeeb sa suhanapan hai,

Bekabu si humari yeh dhadkahne hai,

Jee chahta hai ke aapko churale hum apni nighahon se,

Par ammi kehti hai ki chori karna buri baat hai."

Humaira shook her head in defeat, smiling at the terrible shayari. He would never change. Ayaan passed her a purple bag.

"The bag was pink, Ayaan, not purple!" Humaira pushed Ayaan's purple bag away.

"Pink, purple, whatever! They're the same thing! Your hair still has some powder in it, by the way." Ayaan replied.

Humaira shook her head vigorously; try to shake off the white stuff. "Just because you're colour-blind, doesn't mean everyone else is! Let's try Nikhat's closet! She loves pink stuff!"

"Her mom will be here any minute, Humaira. Just tell her you lost it. It's okay. We bought all the stuff back right?"

"Yeah, we did..." Humaira sighed. It was so stupid. Ayaan had spent his money to buy the baby things and now she was going to get money for taking care of Zareen. She felt guilty about not telling him about this but she reminded herself that she was doing all this for him, after all. So it wasn't really that bad, right?

"Okay, don't give me the sad face. Let's go look into our old playroom!" Ayaan smiled. "You used to love pink when we were small. Pink clothes, pink barbie houses, pink room, pink everything! You probably have a pink bag in there somewhere!"

"Our playroom?" Humaira couldn't help but break into a smile. "Ayaan. That's so old! Is that part of the house even clean now? Ammi locked it because we would never study when we were in high school!" Humeira giggled.

"Wow." Humaira coughed through all the dust.

"I know, right? It's been locked up here for so long." Ayaan opened up an old window to let some fresh air into the stuffy room. He was only a kid when he'd started playing with Humaira everyday in this room. They were best friends even before they'd knew what that meant. He'd always felt protective towards her and never let her play in the park with other kids after school. He pulled her chubby hands after school and they would both run hand-in-hand to play in their special room.

Humaira giggled. "Ayaan, did you steal this book from the library?" She blew the dust off from a picture book, holding it up for Ayaan.

"Oh, yeah I did! That was your birthday gift!" Ayaan smiled.

Humaira rolled her eyes but couldn't help breaking into a smile. "How did you steal it from the library?"

"Oh, I let out crickets."

"In the library?!" Humaira's stood open-mouthed.

"Yeah." Ayaan replied, matter-of-factly.

"Why?!"

"Um. The library's too quiet and crickets are too loud. I dunno. I was a curious child?" Ayaan shrugged.

Humaira laughed, standing on her tip toes to shake his hair. "You were a wild child." She paused. "Actually, you're still a wild child."

"Humaira!!!" Nikhat's distant voice filled the room.

"Oh, her mom must be here!" Humaira looked up at Ayaan, worried.

"Okay, just go with Zareen. I'll try to find a pink bag." Ayaan urged her towards the door.

"And if you can't find one?" Humaira asked.

"Then we have a purple one?"

"Was she troublesome, Humaira?" Ayshya asked her as walked through the front door.

Troublesome? Her middle name should be troublesome, Humaira thought. "Oh, no, of course not! She's lovely. We went to the park and played in the sandbox and the slides. It was great fun!" Humaira quickly handed Zareen to her mother.

"Humaira, where's Zareen's diaper bag?"

Humaira cleared her throat. "Actually - " Humaira shuffled her feet uneasily.

"Humaira! You left Zareen's bag in your room!" Ayaan jogged up to Humaira. Humaira's eyes widened as she saw a pink bag. She gave Ayaan a quizzical expression.

"Here you go, aunty." Ayaan handed the pink bag placed inside the baby carrier.

"Thank you, Ayaan. And thank you, Humaira! I'll give you your-" Humaira's eyes widened.

"Uh- why don't I help you to your car? Here, let me grab the carriage!" Humaira pulled the carriage outside. Ayaan couldn't know she was being paid for this.

Humaira plopped herself down beside Ayaan, who was now watching some bad reality show on TV where a bunch of women were fighting to win the "heart" of a rich man and marry him. On every season, it was the same thing again and again and eventually, after a few months, the couple would break-up and the wife was paid a handsome reward in some court settlement.

"Tired?" Ayaan asked, eyes glued to the television screen.

"Urgh." Humaira groaned, "Exhausted." Humaira pulled her feet up on the sofa and hugged herself. "Wasn't the Nadia girl eliminated?"

"Yeah, but she came back through a wild-card round. So apparently, she had an affair with the producer and now they called her back probably to get more TRPs and they're having this special 2 hour episode where all the girls in the house are bitching about her!" Ayaan's eyes were still on the TV.

Humaira scowled at him. Normally, she would have argued with him and fought over the remote control to change it to something she liked instead of watching the ridiculous nonsense. But she was so tired right now that she would even watch Ayaan's stupid reality shows. She yawned loudly and rested her head on Ayaan's chest.

"Still want to have kids?" Ayaan whispered.

"Totally."Humaira smiled. "Hey, Ayaan?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry for pulling you into this, making you watch the baby and all. I know you had- um, other plans."

So judging by the lack of comments last time, I'm guessing people didn't like it much?

Welcome to the forum dear.
Ayaan and Humaira make a wonderful pair.The way Humaira takes care of Ayaan is just awesome.The friendship between the two is quite adorable.Humaira's love for Zyaan is so pure and true...
I'm loving this ff.
The concept is amazing.
The parts were quite interesting...
I would love to read more.
You are a wonderful writer.
Please add me to your pm list.
Take care!

I loved it!! It's awesome! I really love the ayaan-humaira Jodi...!! Please continue and pm me when u do.!!! Pleasee!

Please write more on the forum...this is such a good story

Really, good story. 😊