Meri Saari Khushiyon Ke Liye,

Tumhara Mere Saath Hona

Zaroori Hai....

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Was she dreaming ?

Or was her mind imagining things to the extent that she was watching her tayi ammi latched onto Hassan sobbing uncontrollably, with him rubbing her back in circles consoling her, crying along with her.

Not able to believe anything she took her steps towards them in a daze, when someone embraced her snapping her out her reverie.

"He was alive. I told you he was and look the day has come when he is back with us."

It was Aamina who was hugging her crying tears of happiness. So she wasn't dreaming. It was reality. Hassan was back. He really was.

Aamina was right when she said he was alive and breathing. She was right when she said he would come back for her heart was at peace and was beating. Her twins intuition proved to be right.

"Aapi how did he...."

"Mustafa bhaai.... He brought him back. He brought our Hassan back."

Answering her incomplete question Aamina smiled pointing towards her older brother who's eyes were set upon them only, or say his eyes were trained upon his wife whom he was watching after two long weeks.

He smiled, heart feeling peace seeing her after so long but that turned into a frown watching her averting eyes from him giving him a hard look, watching Hassan with a small on her face, ignoring him completely.

One after another Hassan met everyone only she was left and it was then his eyes feel upon her who was watching him without blinking. Her tears which had dried flowed down from her eyes again when he called her towards him.

"Won't you meet..."

Before he could complete his sentence she made her way towards him, latching herself onto his waist tightly feeling him holding her back.

"Y-you s-said you'll c-come back b-but...."

Pulling out of his embrace she hiccuped, glaring at him, complaining about him to himself.

"I am sorry it took me a little time to return back but I am here now. Aren't I ?"

He chuckled softly at her innocence, wiping her tears with his thumb.

Before she could hug Hassan again Mustafa held her shoulders from back pulling her a little from Hassan's proximity, feeling his heart burn watching his wife welcoming his brother, not him.

Yes, Hassan had returned nearly after five years but he too was gone for two weeks, atleast she could have smiled at him or acknowledged his presence but no, she had decided to direct all her attention towards his brother, making him mad and feel jealous to no ends.

Chuckling he whispered, loud enough for Hassan to hear him calling her 'biwi' asserting his claim over her.

"Acha, biwi bahut ro li aap. Give poor man a break, he had gone through knee replacement last week and it's not healthy for him to stand for long."

(Okay, you have cried so much wife.)

Mustafa smiled pulling her to turn her towards himself watching Hassan's eyes widen in shock hearing him callin Maria his 'biwi'.

"You both got married.... To each other ?"

Hassan asked looking between the two wanting to confirm what he just heard finding his big brother smiling widely and held his wife's waist much to his discomfort.

"Of course we did. Afterall soulmates end up together. Haina Maria ?"

(Right.)

Answering his brother polietly he turned towards his wife who was watching Hassan uncomfortably, making him pinch her waist lightly drawing her attention towards himself, gesturing her to answer his question.

"Y-yeah...."

For a second he saw hurt flash in his brother's eyes but it was quickly covered with a small smile as soon as their eyes met.

"Ohh.... Congratulations to both of you on your wedding."

Giving them an uneasy smile he congratulated both of them watching Osama rolling his eyes at his formal behavior.

"Are Hassan bhaai why are you being so formal with them. They're are family aur waise bhi bahut time ho gaya hai inki shaadi ko."

(It's been long since they got married.)

Before Hassan could reply back mustafa interrupted patting Osama's back with force a little more than normal silencing him not to speak more.

"Koi itna time nahi hua hai Osama. Only eight months have passed, but the way you are putting it I am feeling like years have passed...."

(It hasn't been so long.)

He was behaving like a grumpy old man who was ready to pounce on Osama anytime for his opening his mouth making him gulp in fear and curse himself for speaking too much in front of his strict older brother.

But he was right. It had been eight months and he was in head over heels for his wife. She had turned his strict, cold, dominating brother into a majnun and he had no problem turning love sick for her.

Yes, it has been eight months and still you aren't out of your honeymoon phase bhaai. Always finding excuses to be with your wife.

Maria was watching both of them silently when she heard Hassan wincing to which she turned her head towards him watching him standing uncomfortably and by the look on his face it was evident that he was in pain.

"Are you fine ?"

Holding his arm she asked, tensed regarding his health.

"Yeah... Just having a little pain in my knee."

He smiled controlling the pain he was feeling in his knee as well as in his heart and called Osama to take him to his room, too tired with the events of the day.

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The whole day was spent with Mustafa trying to corner his wife to talk with her but she being herself ignored him too angry to even look in his direction, irritating him to no ends.

"Leave them. Hum inhe dho lenge beta."

(I'll wash them.)

Calling it a day, she was washing the dirty dishes to pass time praying Mustafa to fall asleep till she enters their room, having no energy to face him and get into fight; again.

"I'll wash them Rifat bi. Don't worry."

She smiled, waving off Rifat bibi buying little time for herself. After she was done she trodded towards Noor's room to check upon her finding her in deep sleep.

Taking deep breaths she walked towards her new room, sighing in relief finding darkness surrounding her, thinking he slept while making her way towards washroom, when someone embraced her from behind making her jump in reaction.

"Gotcha...."

Mustafa whispered smiling, earning himself a hard jab on his ribs from her, who took opportunity to get out of his hold when he retreated his hand from her waist to rub his ribs where she jabbed him.

"What has gotten into you woman ?"

"Nothing."

Shrugging her shoulders she announced walking past him towards the cupboard to take out her night suit.

"You are ignoring me, right ?"

Huffing he complained, missing her giving him attention.

"Are you confusing yourself with me cause last time I checked it was me who was after you to solve our differences. And not to forget that it was you who immediately left somewhere leaving me hanging for two freaking weeks."

Finally all her pent up anger was out. She was angry and didn't tried to conceal that she wasn't. If he wanted to know the reason behind her ignorance then he would get his answer without her trying to sugarcoat things.

"Jaani...."

He tried holding her hand to coax her to listen to him but she wasn't done and wasn't ready to let him speak till she was done speaking.

"NO! Stop right there. I don't want to talk with you regarding anything. You could just go back to your ignoring self again and behave like I don't exist."

Mocking him, she again turned towards the cupboard when he turned her towards himself with his arm resting firmly on her waist, sighing heavily before confessing his reasons to her. His wife was angry and he was desperate to earn her forgiveness to set things right between them.

"That day I was about to stop you when my personal investigator called me and informed me about Hassan waking up from coma. I immediately took a flight to shimla to bring him back. I am sorry if I hurt you. I really am. Forgive me please."

Pleading he caressed her cheeks, his eyes begging her to have mercy on his poor heart and forgive him. He needed peace which could only be found if she agrees to forgive him.

"You are talking as if I was stopping you. Atleast you could have informed me about it. These two weeks were so miserable for me. I was left hanging in the middle where I had no idea what to expect. It was difficult for me to balance my emotions as well as take care of Noor who was missing her baba so much. Everyday she used to ask about you and I was left speechless to even answer her....."

Her tone softened looking into his eyes which were left vulnerable before her showing how much desperate he was to earn her forgiveness.

But wasn't she hurt from past few weeks because of his negligence towards her and their daughter whom he adored the most ? She was the one who suffered the most due to differences between them.

"I understand if you wanted to punish me for hurting you but it was not right on your part to make that poor soul suffer."

Sighing she broke their eye contact, trying to break free out his hold, when he embraced her tightly apologising for his deeds, kissing her hair repeatedly, turning her heart soft with his actions which she wasn't ready to confess.

"I wasn't punishing you or Noor. It's just that I had so much on my platter and I didn't wanted to burden you with it. I am sorry jaani. Forgive me."

"I...."

Before she could answer him, someone knocked at their door making her push him away from her, watching him mumble glaring at the door, which intensified when Osama enter from the other side.

"Me, Hassan bhaai and appi are having movie marathon for the sake of old times.... Would you guys like to join us ?"

Grinning widely he chirped, finding his brother answering him rudely whereas he his wife agreed matching the same grin plastered on his face.

"NO!"

"YES!"

"Okay then we'll be waiting for you. Jaldi aana zara... ghanton mat lagana."

(Come fast... Don't take hours to come.)

Ignoring the famous glare of his older brother he turned towards Maria pleading her to come quickly, too exited to start their movie marathon.

"You aren't going."

As soon as Osama left Mustafa turned towards her ordering her not to leave making her roll her eyes and turn down his command.

"I am. I missed movie nights and I'll go for sure."

"Main bhi itne time baad aaya hoon biwi. You should spend time with me not by watching those stupid horror movies."

(I too came back after so long.)

Complaining, he resembled a grumpy child who was holding her hand not ready to leave her to watch stupid horror movies.

"If you want to spend time with me then you can join us. No one's stopping you."

She simply replied, watching him groan in annoyance at her stubborn self who wasn't ready to give in to his demand.

"I want to spend time with my wife, not my siblings."

"Your problem then. I am going...."

Taking her hand off his she walked towards sofa to pick her dupatta ready to walk out when he stopped her hugging her from the back, rubbing his nose on her neck turning her legs jelly, pleading her not to go.

"Please don't go jaani. I missed you so much from past few weeks."

"Maria...."

She was nearly ready to give in when Osama disturbed them again, changing her mind. Getting out of his hold she unlocked the door finding Osama having annoyed expressions which changed to that of confusion finding his brother standing right behind her like a bodyguard, his face red in anger, ready to kill anyone on his way.

"Let's go... Are you sure you aren't coming ?"

Sensing tension he cleared his throat, voicing out his thoughts, watching Maria follow him to turn back again, asking Mustafa to join them for the last time.

"NO!! You guys enjoy."

Throwing daggers at his younger brother he answered, shutting the door loudly after giving them a very fake smile.

He turned towards Maria with prying eyes watching her shrugging her shoulders innocently, continuing to walk towards the theatre room.

"He looked so pissed. Did you denied him to romance with you ?"

The way her cheeks tinged red, he was sure he interrupted some romantic moment between them which made his brother glare at his innocent self.

"Osama!"

She gasped, at his straight forwardness seeing him switching on his 'innocent boy' mode.

"What ? I was just asking. Chudail ki tarah mat ghooro mujhe. Dar lagta hai."

(Don't glare at me like a witch. I get scared with it.)

"You idiot....."

Slapping his shoulder, she turned to puch him on his nose for calling her a witch when he apologized to her not wanting to tease 'female hulk' anymore.

"Okay! Okay I am sorry and I take back my words. You don't have to be so agressive with this poor angel."

"You better be....Hello everyone."

Warning him, she unlocked the door of the theatre room greeting Aamina and Hassan who were sitting together, waiting for them both.

"What happened you look annoyed ?"

Aamina asked seeing her scowling at Osama who was hiding himself, trying to ignore her.

"Osama's idiotic sense of humour happened...."

She sighed answering her before plopping herself beside Aamina's right side, leaving Osama to sit at her left.

"Can understand."

Aamina answered to which Hassan and Maria agreed with her, ignoring Osama who was offended with them making fun of him so openly.

"You bunch of rich spoilt brats don't target poor angelic gem like me. Allah won't like it."

Keeping hand on his heart he made an innocent face presenting himself as an angel, where in reality he was a devil.

"Shut up and play the movie Osama."

Hassan annoyed with his antics ordered him to play the movie, watching him wipe his imaginary tear, showing he was in pain.

"Haan haan main bechara bacha naukar hu aap sabka."

(You have turned this poor child your slave.)

"Osama...."

Scowling at his siblings he stood up playing Conjuring and sat on his seat beside Maria, enjoying the movie while eating popcorns, enjoying her commentary.

"Darna mat partner. Main hoo na."

(Don't get scared partner. I am here.)

Assuring Maria he got so engrossed in the movie that he didn't realised she, aka his crime partner slept. It was when he turned to ask her for burger he found her lying down in a fetal position, deep in sleep and decided to carry her back to her room after the movie's ending.

"I'll take her to her room till then you guys decide another movie."

After instructing his siblings he bent down to carry Maria when the door of the theatre room opened revealing Mustafa who's eyes were busy finding his wife when they landed upon Osama who was crouching down close to her face making him glare at him, possessiveness kicking inside him.

"What are you doing ?"

Taking three long strides he reached them giving Osama a hard look who gulped in fear, before answering him.

"She slept and I was going to carry her to your room bhaai."

"No need. I'll carry her on my own."

Giving him a last look he bended down, scooping his wife in his arms who mumbled something before snuggling more inside his chest, seeking his warmth in the cold weather.

"Enjoy!!"

Without turning he greeted his siblings hearing Aamina giggling replying him back.

"You too bhaai."

Hearing Aamina's voice Maria groggily opened her eyes finding herself being carried by her husband making her wriggle in his hold, asking him to take her back, which obviously he denied looking at her half sleepy state.

"But I promised to stay there whole night..."

"NO."

Answering polietly he continued walking towards their room watching her contemplating on what to do.

"Don't think too much jaani....Just sleep."

Finally, she hummed agreeing with him, closing her half open eyelids, adjusting her face in the crook of his neck, not knowing her actions caused sensations all over his form.

Groaning he turned his head to look at her finding her asleep. How could she sleep so peacefully after snatching his sleep with her actions ? He didn't knew and wasn't keen on finding out the reason too happy to have her in his arms, feeling complete.

Adjusting her on the bed he covered her with the blanket switching off the lights before joining her in the bed.

Smiling he caressed her cheeks, removing the soft locks teasing her innocent face admiring her sleepy form when he found her holding his hand and place it under her cheek, sighing in satisfaction cherishing it's warmth.

She was looking so cute and serene that all he wanted was to hold her in his arms and sleep peacefully just like her. Taking his chance he held her waist pulling her towards himself with a gentle tug, feeling his heart finding it's peace watching her keep her head on his heart and hold onto his torso tightly.

Finding her actions adorable he kissed her forehead, dozing off to sleep, finding his home in her after sending a quick prayer to the heavens for their long happiness not aware of the clouds of strom hovering over their heads for its last, final strike.

But sometimes all we need is a strom in our life to clear away the destructive path of the past, so that it's easy for us to pave the path of present, headed towards the bright future.

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