Tu Dhoop Sunahri, Fizaon Mein

Rahti Ho Meri Duaon Mein

Tera Naam Jis Lamhe Mein Loon

Behad Mile Aaram Hai

Mahfooz

Standing up in the balcony of her room Maria dialled Hassan's number who picked up her call within two bells.

"Hassan...Remember what we discussed..."

"Yes, be ready."

"I'll be fine don't worry about me."

"Haan haan I'll be fine."

"Don't worry about him. Bas tum dhyaan rakhna kisi ko shak na ho...."

"Allah Hafiz Hassan."

She was so lost talking with Hassan that she didn't realised her husband had returned from work and was now standing behind her hearing her talk with Hassan.

His eyebrows furrowed with their talk as he wasn't able to get what they both were talking about, nor that it interested him but there was one thing he was annoyed about...

His wife's ignorance and that irritated him to no ends.

And that's why he decided to seek her attention by hugging her from the back and rub his cold nose over her neck, startling her.

He wanted her.

His vixen of a little wife who was alluring him to ravish her. It had been so long since he tasted her.

"M-mustafa...A-ap..."

(You.)

Her words felt on deaf ears as he was too lost, elated to discover his home inside the crook of her neck which was providing him all the warmth he needed in the cold whether.

And her smell, it was divine making him forget about the long tiring day he spent.

"Hmmm.... You smell so nice jaani."

Taking a deep wisp of her sweet fragrance, he peppered deep kisses over her skin tingling her entire form, marking the sweet spot on her neck, claiming it to be his but just like the other times his wife broke his beautiful trance with her trembling voice

"I.... H-how was y-your d-day ?"

He knew what game she was playing.

She was trying to distract him but he wasn't ready to let her go and instead squeezed her hard in his embrace.

"Not good. I missed you so damn much."

He missed her and he didn't felt no bit shame to admit that.

"Don't squeeze me."

Groaning, she whispered for him to know that his hold was too to tight for her and the twins but it seemed like he was in his own world; her.

And he wasn't ready to leave her till his heart was satisfied enough.

"I know and that's why I am recharging my lost energy."

Turning her head a little side wards, he smiled answering her, still holding her from the back, when he heard her chuckle hearing he was getting energy by squeezing her.

"By squeezing me ?"

"Yeah! Afterall you are my energy booster."

It didn't took minutes for Mustafa to answer. His answer was short and straight full of sincerity but Maria wasn't able to believe thinking he was kidding her, but he cleared all her doubts when she heard his cold voice.

"What ? It's true."

He used the same tone he was using to intimidate her these days. The same cold tone which he used to scold her for being careless.

It was hard to believe his words but then it was nothing new when it came to him professing love for her in unique ways.

Humming softly, she felt him tightening his hold over her in happiness and that was when she decided to ask him loosen his hold, feeling him squeezen her like a soft toy.

"Mustafa please loosen your hold a bit, I am not able to breathe properly..."

As soon as those words left her mouth he left her and gave her a sheepish smile, making her smile back, before turning to pick her up and carry her inside the room only to place her on the bed and hold her back in his arms, smelling her hair in satisfaction.

"Ab theek hai."

(It's okay now.)

"Mustafa...Oh no!!"

Enjoying in her husband's embrace Maria was ready to tease him watching his obsession over her when she remembered something leading her to groan, making Mustafa open his eyes immediately, sensing danger.

"What happened ? Are you okay ?"

He immediately caressed her abdomen thinking to scold the twins for hurting their mother but the looks on her face gave away that she was totally fine, making him kiss her forehead in relief.

"I am good. But I am really sorry I forgot to ask you for dinner."

Biting her lower lip she gave him a sorry look and got out of his embrace, standing up to wear her slippers when she was hated in her steps hearing his voice.

"Haan aap Hassan mein itna busy thi ke aap mujhe bhool hi gayi."

(Yes, you were so busy with Hassan that you forgot about me.)

He remembered how she forgot him, not noticing about his presence, making him feel more annoyed than he already was. He was hurt. But more than that he sounded jealous which made her roll her eyes at him.

He was being so childish just like a little baby throwing fit and it annoyed her when he brought Hassan between them.

"Aap humaare beech Hassan ko kaha se le aaye ? He has nothing to do with your dinner. It's me who is at fault for which I am sorry about."

(Why are you bringing Hassan between us ?)

Sighing, she answered watching him roll his eyes like a brat, making her narrow her eyes at him, trying best not to loose her patience for a pity little thing.

"Yeah right...."

Ignoring his actions she turned to leave knowing well that his empty stomach was taking toll over his brain but stopped when she felt him tugging her hand, stopping her again.

"Don't tire yourself. I don't want it."

Mustafa didn't wanted to have dinner, but more importantly he didn't wanted her to leave him. He just wanted her to sit with him.

But Maria on the other hand felt hurt when he said that. She felt like he was taunting her which made her mad and jerk her hand out his hold, startling him.

"Why are you making it such a big issue out of it ?"

"I am not making any issue. I just want you to be here, with me."

He wasn't lying when he said he missed her. And thus he didn't wanted her to leave, not even for a moment, and sit with him so that he could relax his mind and give peace to his heart which was dying to stay in her presence after a long tiring day.

"Main kahi nahi jaa rahi but atleast let me bring something. It won't take much ti-"

(I am not going anywhere..)

But Maria on the other hand was feeling guilty and was hell bent to feed him dinner, when Mustafa raised his voice a little with her stubborn attitude, making her flinch with his tone.

"I said I don't want anything. Is it too difficult for you to understand ?"

A little tear leaked out of her eye which didn't got unnoticed by him as he stood up to wipe it, but she was quick to retreat her steps back and wipe it on her own.

"Shit!! I am so sorry. I didn't mean to shout on you."

Realising his mistake, he covered the distance and pulled her in his arms, mumbling a quick sorry but it was already late as she took his harsh tone to her heart and started sniffing slowly feeling emotional and pushed him off to lie on her side of the bed, closing her eyes, Ignoring his regretful protests.

"Listen to me...."

"Jaani..."

"Birdie.."

His words fell on deaf ears as she ignored him royally and closed her eyes, leaving him to regret hurting her.

"I am sorry jaani. I am so sorry for hurting you."

Sitting in the same postion for a long time he sighed and pecked her lips as an apology, slipping inside the covers to pull her close and closed his eyes, not witnessing the faint smile which came out of her lips, accepting his apology.

•

Sneaking out of her room at night Maria knocked Hassan's door, cursing him for being late.

"Hassan.... Psssttt... I am here."

After minutes of knocking Hassan finally came out rubbing his eyes in confusion, making Maria groan and smack his shoulder to break his sleepy state.

"You!! What are you doing here ?"

Her smack did worked well as she saw all him nodding vigorously, his all drowsiness flying away with her magic smack, making him remember their plan.

"Oh!!! Yeah. Let me get ready."

"Koi zaroorat nahi hai. It's already late. Aur waise bhi itni raat ko koi tumhe dekhega bhi nahi."

(No need. Nobody is going to look at you at this time of the night.)

Dismissing his thought Maria held his hand and dragged him in his night suit, shocking him with her actions.

"But..."

"Stop.... It's already late. We should leave before he wakes up...."

The idea of Mustafa waking up from sleep tensed her and worried her to no end. She didn't wanted her plan to get ruined. All her efforts would go in vain if her husband found her awake at this time of the night.

"Mujhe abhi bhi lagta hai ke aapko itni raat ko bahar nahi jaana chahiye. The whether is also very cold plus bhaai would kill me if he-"

Hassan on the other hand pleaded her not to go out with him, fearing the anger if his brother. He knew his brother would castrate him alive if he got to know about the midnight adventure with his pregnant wife.

He was already cautious with everything related to her but his wife on the other hand loved defying his every rule he had set up for her.

"O please!! Stop being a scardy cat Hassan. He won't eat you. Atleast not in my presence."

Laughing haughtily, Maria patted his back assuring him no harm in her presence but instead of relaxing him her words made him more tensed fearing to face his brother's wrath in their office.

"What about him killing me in your absence which I am sure he will. No! You are not going out. I'll bring the-"

Thinking about the dangerous consequences Hassan immediately shook his head and tried to make Maria understand, fearing for his life when he saw her walking towards the exit of the house making him run after her to stop her and beg her for his life.

"Stop!! Where are you going ? Yaar kaha phasa diya mujhe..."

(God where am I stuck..)

"I am going out whether you like it or not. And it's better if you accompany me because Mustafa would definitely kill you if he gets to know that you left me alone."

Blackmailer

She was right. His brother would definitely kill him if he found out that his wife went out alone at night. And the probability of him getting killed by his brother was more in this case rather than the case of her going out with him at this hour and thus he decided to side with her quietly.

"Acha theek hai blackmail karne ki zaroorat nahi hai. Let's go."

(Okay fine you don't have to blackmail me.)

Glaring at her smirking form he took his car keys from the stand and proceeded to walk beside her hearing her talking animatedly with a big smile on her face.

She was crazy.

"Yes and please stop the car at the ice-cream parlour. I have to buy some ice-cream flavours I am craving since yesterday..."

Pouting sadly she asked him, more like ordered him to stop the car at the ice-cream parlour remembering how Mustafa banned her to have ice-cream.

They both were about to step out when they both turned around hearing Noor's sleepy voice calling out for her mama, followed by Osama who was trying to catch her.

"Mama..."

"Noorie jaan aap ?"

(You.)

Maria immediately sat down and pulled her cranky daughter in her arms who snuggled inside her neck and complained to her pointing towards Osama who was shaking his head telling her not to speak.

"Osama aachu woke me up."

But Noor being her mother's daughter didn't took time to expose her aachu who look scared to face wrath of her mother watching her glare at him.

"Osama!!"

"What!! I need someone to entertain me while I keep a watch on the Hitler."

Before Maria could do anything Osama raised his hands in defeat and tried to present himself helpless making Hassan roll his eyes over his drama.

"Haan aur meri beti tumhe koi joker lagti hai jo tumhe entertain karegi ?"

(Are you taking my daughter as a joker who would entertain you ?)

Leaving Noor to Hassan, Maria slapped his forearm scowling at him for waking her angel to entertain himself.

"Yea.... I mean no but she'll save me from bhaai if needed."

Watching another slap coming his way Osama quickly changed his sentence and pulled on an innocent look making Noor cry not wanting to be with him.

"Mama I don't want to be with aachu. He illitate me and tickule me too...."

Hiding herself in Hassan's arms she pouted no ready to be with her irritating aachu at all.

"But you still love me Noorie. Haina ?"

(Right ?)

Osama, on the other hand chucked and pulled her cheeks making her smack his hand and deny loving him on his face watching his smile turn into a hurt look.

"No! I only love my Mama and babies and baba and dadi and dadu and bali dado and chachu and phupho....bash aul koi nahi."

(That's it no one else.)

"Ouch!! Your Osama aachu is hurt. Aapne sabka naam liya Noorie but not your favourite aachu...."

(You took everyone's name but not your favourite aachu.)

"He is my favourite chachu, not you."

Hearing Osama's misconception of being her favourite Noor pointed towards Hassan, claiming him to be her favourite and kissed his cheeks who smiled back in return.

Osama including Maria was glad to see Hassan's bonding with Noor but that didn't mean he won't tease Noor. It was his favourite timepass and wasn't ready to stop irritating his neice, but Maria stopped him and ordered him to keep an eye over her husband, who was sleeping soundly inside their room.

"Noorie-"

"Apni bekaar ki baatein baad mein karna Osama abhi hume late ho raha hai and we are taking Noor with us. You just keep your watch over Mustafa."

(Stop your nonsense Osama we are getting late.)

"Don't leave me alone guys. Please. I also want to go. Ye zulm mere saath mat karo."

(Don't do this injustice with me.)

Stomping on his feet like a poor child Osama tried his best to stop them fearing to be left alone with his brother.

The mere thought of him being alone with his Mustafa bhaai sent shivers down his body.

"But we need someone to keep an eye on him too so you have to stay here Osama."

This time it was Hassan who reasoned out feeling irritated getting stopped again and again. He just wanted to go out and get done with their plan as soon as possible but Maria and Osama were too busy to argue to even listen to him.

"Aisa karo tum ruko apne shauhar ke paas and let me and Hassan bhaai go."

(Do one thing you stay here with your husband..)

Ignoring Hassan's idea Osama suggested Maria who shook her head thinking about her ice-cream which she couldn't trust with any of the brothers knowing well they wouldn't bring it all thanks to the royal order of their Mustafa bhaai.

They both were too scared of him and it was only her who had the guts to defy him; no one else.

"No!! I'll go. Agar tum log meri ice-cream nahi laaye to pata nhi mera kya hoga. It's been so long since I had it."

(If you two failed to bring my ice-cream then I don't know what will happen to me.)

She was madly craving for ice-cream and really wanted to have it without letting Mustafa know about it.

"Jhoothi... Abhi do din pehli hi khaayi thi ice-cream. Wo to agar bhaai tumhari ice-cream ban nahi karte to tum abhi bhi ice-cream hi kha rahi hoti."

(Liar... You just had it two days ago. And I am sure you would have been eating it now too if bhaai won't have banned it for you.)

Gasping at her blatant lies like a typical aunty, Osama shook his head giving a look to Hassan wanting him to support him, but Hassan had no idea of who's side to take, so he choose to stay silent and enjoy.

"Exactly!! Poor me. Tumhare jallad bhaai ne meri ice-cream pe jo ban lagaya hai na, wo maine aaj ke aaj hi kahtam kar dena hai. I'll have my ice-cream today itself."

( I am going to break the ban your executioner brother has put upon my ice-cream.)

Glaring at Osama Maria fumed and marched outside the house followed by Noor who matched her mother's expressions, leaving Hassan alone with Osama.

"Par...."

(But)

"No we are getting late. Let's go. Aur Osama Allah ke waaste hume phone karke agaah kar dena agar wo uth jayein to and please try to distract him if possible."

(For god's sake Osama please call us if bhaai wakes up...)

Dismissing Osama Hassan too followed the girls leaving him to silk and oblige to their orders.

•

Osama was standing at the entrance of Mustafa's room watching him sleep when he saw him squirming. The serene look on his face changed to that of a scowl when he tried to hug his wife but didn't find her.

"Jaani..."

Feeling scared Osama quickly jumped on the bed and took Maria's place, watching Mustafa sigh and hold him but it quickly changed to that of a scowl when he felt Osama's hard body instead of his wife's soft one.

Osama on the other hand sent a silent prayer to the heavens to save himself from his doom. His worst nightmare. His angry brother.

"Ya Allah..."

A loud shriek left Osama's lips when he saw his nightmare come true. Mustafa opened his eyes and was now watching him who managed to give him a small smile, trying to be as innocent as he could.

"WHAT THE HELL!!!"

Pushing Osama off the bed, Mustafa stood up from his place and glared at Osama who was controlling himself not to laugh, hearing his brother using the endearment 'jaani' for his wife.

"Osama tum yaha kya kar rahe ho ?"

(What are you doing here Osama ?)

"Waah bhaai!!! Jaani huh ? Mujhe nahi pata tha aap itne aashiqana mijaaz ke hai..."

(I didn't knew you were so romantic..)

Ignoring Mustafa's prying eyes Osama laughed at him enjoying the time of his life when he was hauled up by his collar, meeting eyes of his brother who was emitting fury within his eyes.

"SHUT UP!! AND ANSWER ME.... WAIT!! WHERE IS MARIA ?"

"B-bhaai s-she... S-she... Please aise mat ghoore mujhe dar lag raha hai..."

(Don't glare at me like that I am feeling scared.)

Gulping down his saliva, Osama blinked his eyes, pleading his brother to calm down and have mercy on his poor heart which was beating loudly in fear.

"Don't test my patience Osama and tell me where is she ?"

Watching his brother's reaction Mustafa tried calming himself down and pinched the bridge of his nose, waiting for Osama to open his mouth his mouth and tell about his wife's whereabouts.

"B-bhaai...."

Stuttering Osama tried talking but nothing came out of his mouth making Mustafa more furious than he was. He was precipitating out of anxiousness fearing for the safety of his family but his stupid brother wasn't able to speak, increasing his worry.

"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE OSAMA ?

Jawab do isse pehle ki mera haath uth jaaye...."

(Speak before I raise my hand on you.)