Tu Chaahe Kitni Bhi Takleef De,

Mujhe Sukoon Tere Paas Hi Milta Hai....

Months passed by and so did her ways to irritate him, but never did for once he complained even after knowing her plans. It didn't took him long to realise the motive behind her extra sweet behaviour afterall, he knew her better than anyone.

He had a good laugh finding out the real intension of his innocent birdie who wasn't that innocent but nonetheless kept quiet, letting her enjoy teasing him. Infact he looked forward everyday for her new trick as that was the only time she fully paid attention to him, otherwise all her time was dedicated to their daughter.

He was happy with their bond but craved for her time too. He wanted to spend all his time with her but was unable to, having work commitments specially now when he was working on a new project.

Also, he was noticing from past weeks that she had stopped herself from any interaction with him and was now back on her stance to ignore him, seeing her plans fail one by one which was affecting him a lot, as now he wasn't able to get a single ounce of her attention. But he was Mir Mustafa Ahwaan and he was determined to get attention of his wife even if he had to cut few hours of work from office and hospital. They had already missed six beautiful months of their marriage but now he won't let that happen, knowing spending time each other was the only way she'll be able to get used to him.

She had enough of her bachalor days and now, she had to accept the idea of him being her husband, which she was taking very lightly getting on his nerves, his patience wearing off with her childish attitude, unaware that it was all her plan.

If he took his time noticing her behaviour then she too noticed his each and every step where she realised he was loving the attention, despite all her attempts to irritate him and that's when she decided to do nothing and achieve everything.

So, she was back on her ignore mission which was working well for her. All she had to do was eat before him, spend lots of time with lovely Noor and sleep before he comes home which would leave no chance for any interaction between them. In that way she didn't have to execute evil plans to rile him up and be happy knowing she was on the right track. She knew her plan was succeeding as her little soldier Noorie gave her every news about her baba and how he asks for her everyday.

"Mama.... I am sweepy."

Noor snapped her out of her happy trance, putting her head on her mother's chest, her hand on her stomach while her mouth was busy sucking her thumb, making her mother frown.

"Bad habit Noorie."

Removing the thumb from her mouth, she kissed her hand and caressed her daughter's hair, humming her favourite naat so that she could fall asleep which didn't take long to happen.

Detaching herself from Noor she stood up, placing pillows on her either sides for protection and kissed her forehead, dimming lights, closing the door quietly, leaving after giving a last look to her daughter.

Walking quietly she trodded towards her room when she heard the sound of music coming from downstairs, making her walk towards it's direction unable to contain the curious cat inside her, and what she saw shocked her to the core. Osama was practicing couple dance without any partner and was looking a complete idiot dancing alone.

"Ye kya... Dimaag to theek hai na tumhara Osama ?"

Taking steps towards him she stood in front of him, folding hands over her chest waiting for his answer who was caught off guard, and was embarrassed for being caught like that at night.

"Wo.... We are having prom night in our college and I am learning to dance ?"

Scratching the back of his neck he confessed meeting his eyes with her, who was completely chilled about him learning dance but was more concerned about him finding a partner to learn it so that he would be able to attend the prom.

"Bina partner ke ?"

"Ammi aur dado se poocha to joota padega, appi hai nahi, Noor bahut choti hai aur tumhare saath main dance kar nahi sakta."

He sighed pouting in annoyance, landing on sofa to drink water while she rolled her eyes hearing his lame excuses.

"Kyu mujh mein kaate lage hue hai ?"

"Aisi koi baat nahi hai par mujhe apni jaan bahut pyaari hai. Bhaai would kill me if I dare to ask you to be my partner. Waise bhi aajkal wo alag hi gusse mein rehte hai."

He shivered recalling the old days when Mustafa used to bash him mercilessly for teasing her even when it wasn't needed and now his possesiveness was at it's peak when she was his wife. He didn't wanted to face his wrath even when the inner prankster of his was screaming to take revenge from his older brother.

"Ignore him Osama. It's me who'll decide what to do and I would love to help you."

Maria on the other hand was hell bent to help him. Which kind of friend she would be if she wasn't able to help him who was in dire need ?

"But....."

"Offo!! Osama he'll not say anything. Waise bhi wo abhi yaha nahi hai, so I can help you."

After contemplating a lot he agreed and held her hand pulling her closer towards himself, keeping his hand on her waist while she guided herself to hold his shoulder and his hand.

Switching on soft music they started moving to it's tune when Osama stepped on her feet, making her wince in pain but she kept quiet knowing he was learning.

"You are it doing it so wrong Osama. Look down and try to match my steps."

"I'll try..."

Giving her a nervous smile he tried matching her steps which he was able to after a while and now she was ready to give him lesson for the next step.

"Now twirl me around and hold me, without stepping on my feet."

Nodding, he did what he was told twirled her around in circles, holding her from the back, when he saw his brother standing on the gate, and twirled her instantly, he held her close when an evil idea crossed his mind to make his brother jealous.

"It's not what you are supposed to....."

She mumbled finding his actions weird when she found him whispering inside her ear, not able to contain his grin.

"Just keep quiet and follow me."

"What are you upto Osama ?"

She whispered back finding him smiling like an idiot. He was happy as if he was crowned the prom king and was unable to control himself from laughing like a maniac.

"I am signing my death contract par main kya karoon, aadat se majboor hoon."

He was talking in a code language which she was unable to decode, wanting him to tell her the reason behind his happiness, so that she could enjoy it along with him.

"Osama..."

"Your husband is standing at the entrance and I want to make him jealous. Un saare dino ka badla lena chahta hoon, jab bhaai ne mujhe berehmi se daata tha."

He smiled caressing her cheeks, finding his brother fuming from the corner of his eyes and started swaying her to the tunes of music, while his hands were resting on her waist.

Maria on the other hand was nervous as she was unable to look at Mustafa's face, but was enjoying the look Osama had with a big smile, taking it as her mission to annoy him.

"You should look at his face. He is ready to kill. Ahhhh.... I was living for this day. He is going mad and the reason is you."

He is not mad for me. He is just not able to take my rejection.

Giving her a throaty laugh he grinned, trying to pull her more closer when he was pushed back with a full force, landing on the sofa behind him.

"Dare you touch her again and I'll rip your hands off your body."

Glaring, Mustafa pulled her towards him with the same force and held her waist, giving his brother a deadly look , who was grinned like a joker busy rubbing his back due to the great impact of his push.

"Woahhhhh.... Bhaai aap to biwi ke chakkar mein seedha hulk ban gaye."

"SHUT UP!!! AND GET LOST BEFORE I LOSE MY CONTROL."

Glaring, he gave him a warning not interested to indulge in a useless conversation with his immature younger brother, and deal with his wife who was wriggling to get out his hold. Taking it as a good chance Osama slipped away from the vicious scrutiny of his brother leaving both of them alone, much to Maria's dismay.

"I am not leaving you, so stop struggling biwi."

Turning her towards himself, he held her close just like Osama, feeling his anger subside down a little, able to have her close to his beating heart. Her presence was applying balm to his heart which was burning after seeing her close with someone else.

"Leave me."

Ignoring his intense gaze on her she again tried wriggling out of his hold, finding him holding her more tightly than before.

"What if I don't want to ?"

Removing the rogue locks of hair from her face he whispered pulling her closer to inhale her scent, feeling alive again after months of separation due to her stupid hide and seek plan.

"You have to cause I am feeling very sleepy."

Ignoring the fuzzy feeling his touch was creating she asked him to leave her, not able to take more of his caresses on her waist, knowing she will collapse on the floor if he continues to torcher her.

"But you weren't sleepy with Osama and now you are sleepy. Interesting..."

He wasn't ready to leave her, not unless he makes sure to remind her that she was his, and if someone has the right to come close to her then it was him, no one else. He burned seeing her close with Osama and hell would freeze, if let the same thing happen again.

"I am now. So, please leave me."

She on the other hand wanted to leave as soon as possible, seeing her plan fail in front of her eyes. Her heart was happy in his presence whereas her mind was warning her to leave, not able to grasp her emotions anymore. She needed to get away from him to get a hold her emotions which weren't working well in his presence.

"I'll walk you to your room."

Reading her face for a long time he left her only to hold her hand in his and started walking towards her room with her walking beside him.

"Allah Hafiz."

Giving him a nervous smile she unlocked the door of her room with her free hand and waited for him to leave her which he did few seconds later, giving her a soft smile much to her relief.

The relief on her face changed to that of shock when he pulled her, his front colliding with her back while he again interlocked her in his embrace, his nose nuzzling her neck finding it's home there, freezing her on her spot with his abrupt actions.

"What...."

"I won't tolerate any other male close to you even if he is my own brother as I don't trust any single male when it comes to you."

He explained as if he was her teacher and she was his favourite student who did a grave mistake but he was ready to let her go with a promise, not to repeat it again.

"I don't want you near anyone. Okay ?"

Her legs wobbled when she felt him murmuring while kissing the area under her earlobe to which she shut her eyes tightly, when he turned her around and cupped her cheeks, finding the fire of possesiveness visible in his eyes, but he was calm unlike what he was downstairs, the reason was her, her closeness, her scent which was driving him crazy, making him unable to think about his anger in her presence.

"Samajh aaya..."

Holding the nape of her neck he brought her more closer, their lips inches away from touching while his other hand traced circles on her waist, holding her close from falling down.

"Speak up jaani..."

"Hmmm."

She nodded humming, lost in his eyes, forgetting everything for a moment.

"Good girl..."

Kissing her cheeks he turned to leave, when he stopped in his tracks and faced her again, possessiveness replaced with love this time, sending shivers down her body with the tone he used for his next words.

"And do not forget that YOU ARE MINE."

She was turning him insane without even knowing, and he didn't mind going insane after her, at all.

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