Tumhe Talab Kahu Ya Khwaish Kahu Ya Zindagi,

Tumse Tum Tak Ka Safar Hai Zindagi Meri...!!

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"Mama."

"Mama."

An angry Noor entered inside the kitchen stomping on her feet, searching for her mama who was working inside the kitchen preparing a feast for her husband, giving Osama the duty to handle her devil twins.

"Kya hua meri jaan ? Why are you screaming like this ?"

(What happened my life ?)

Hearing Noor's scream Maria rushed to her and saw her pouting, looking grumpily at her.

"Mama, aap Osama aachu ko daatein."

(Mama, please scold Osama aachu.)

Huffing cutely, Noor complained making Maria roll her eyes hearing her. It was their daily routine to fight and get back like nothing had happened. They both were Tom and Jerry of the house.

"Mama are you listening ?"

Not seeing her mother giving any reply, Noor pulled her shirt getting her attention and whined asking her to scold her aachu who dared to throw her out of his room.

"I want you to scold aachu for throwing me out of his room."

Saying this she started dragging her mother towards her aachu's room where he was keeping her siblings captive, flaring up her mother's temperature who had made her mind to beat Osama up for manhandling her daughter.

"How dare he ? You just wait meri jaan we'll scold him together. Okay ?"

"Yes Mama."

Nodding enthusiastically, Noor grinned getting excited to scold her aachu for trying to steal her siblings from her and mama with her side was a bonus for her, knowing he won't dare to touch her in her Mama's presence and thus she'll be able to rescue her siblings from irritating aachu.

"Open the door idiot."

With Noor on her side, Maria knocked on the door feeling angry, ready to lash on Osama and give her an earful of scolding.

"Yes, open the door idiot aachu."

Matching her mother's words Noor knocked her aachu's door, impatiently waiting for him to open the door of his room, when she heard her mother's soft voice which was forbidding her from calling her aachu an idiot.

"Noorie don't call him idiot. Aachu aapse bade hai na."

(Aachu is your elder.)

Cursing herself for the slip of tongue, Maria caressed Noor's cheeks teaching her to respect Osama just like a good mother. He was her elder and she should respect him like one.

"Okay.... Open the door bad bad aachu."

But Noor on the other hand agreed not to call aachu idiot but that didn't stopped her from calling her aachu bad because that was he was for her; for now.

"Osama open the door."

Thinking to lecture Noor later, Maria concentrated on banging the door, feeling scared after not hearing any voice from the doors end.

Her forehead precipitated from the sweat and her bangings increased, when finally she heard Osama's voice.

"I won't. My precious life is in danger."

His voice came out low and slow making Maria groan in annoyance.

"Ughh!!Osama... Open the damn door I need to see my children."

The man was now irritating her to no extent. He wasn't ready to open the door giving the stupid reason of fearing his life.

Only god knew from whom he was scared off.

"Aur meri life ka kya ? Koi mazak nahi hai meri zindagi jisko mein risk mein daal doon. It's too precious..."

(What about my life ? My life is not a joke that I put risk on it.)

"OSAMA AHWAAN OPEN THE FREAKING DOOR!!"

Hearing Osama's dramatic voice Maria screamed and started kicking the door with her feet, not caring about the noise pollution she was creating, getting frustrated with him.

"Pehle promise karo that you'll save me from your monster daughter who is hell bent to take my life."

(First promise me...)

And this time she heard him putting the blame on her innocent Noorie, who pouted angrily hearing her aachu calling her a 'monster' and fired back the same title at him, thus starting war of words between them.

"I am not monster aachu. You are."

"No, you are Noorie."

"It's you. Monster aachu."

They both were going on and on with the war of words ending the patience limit of the women standing there.

"Everyone here knows I am an angel and the most innocent man on the planet-"

Osama's words was the last stroke to Maria's patience as she decided to end the stupid discussion and played the masterstroke of feigning to call Mustafa, which halted Osama in the middle and he immediately stopped speaking.

"Ji, Mustafa ye lein Osama se baat-"

(Yes, Mustafa please talk with Osama)

And just like she perceived the door immediately flew open and Osama pounced over her, snatching phone from her hand to stop her from complaining and started apologising in advance, fearing his Mustafa bhaai's wrath.

"Bhaai I am so sorry but I didn't mean to....What!!! Mujhe pagal banaya....Aaauu!!"

(You fooled me.)

It was when he didn't heard his brother shouting from the other end he realised he was fooled, and started shouting for being cheated when Maria held his ear and smacked him hard for troubling her so much.

"Are aap to naraaz hi ho gayi bhabhi jaaniiii."

(You got angry bhabhi jaani)

Wincing loudly, Osama rubbed his shoulder and grinned watching Maria giving him a stinky eye, as he tried pulling her cheeks but she was quick to duck and walked towards the her fifteen month old twins, ignoring him calling her 'bhabhi jaani' to tease her.

Sitting on her knees, she kissed both on their foreheads and inhaled thier baby scent, her heart feeling content watching them giving toothless smile to her but her son was fast to crawl towards her, dropping his toy, stretching his small chubby hands calling his mother to pick him up, whereas his sister was busy playing kissing game with her Noorie appi.

"Mama...."

Murtaza Mustafa Ahwaan was her mama's laadla. He was the apple of her eyes and was older than his twin sister Rumaisa by two hours. He was the junior version of his father, except for the fact that he had had his mother's light brown orbs, but in every other departments he was similar to his father, specially the possessiveness he held for his mother.

Unlike his elder sister Noor, he wasn't even considerate to have his father by his mother's side which irritated his father but still he loved him dearly. All in all he was his mother's chela just like his elder sister.

His baby sister on the other hand was just the opposite in their personality, but was similar to her mother in appearance which her father was so proud off. Not only looks but she was her mother's carbon copy in her actions too. She loved her father and had the tendency to ignore everyone including her mother in his presence, which their father was proud off and showed off to his little wife.

"Mama ki jaan."

Kissing Murtaza's small hands, Maria replied earning kisses from him all over her face, watching his sister copying his action with Noor who giggled back in happiness, which wasn't appreciated by Osama who wasn't getting any ounce of attention from anyone and spoke loudly finally gaining attention of Maria.

"Mujhe pagal kyu banaya bhabhi jaani..."

(Why did you fooled me bhabhi jaani.)

She again ignored the word jaani and replied him smugly, concentrating to insult him which could help shutting his stupid self from calling her jaani again and again, but it looked like her son had learnt the word as well and was now immitating Osama who laughed hysterically watching her burn in anger.

"Tum pehle se hi pagal ho, banaane ki zaroorat nahi padti."

(You are already a fool, so I don't have to put any effort to fool you.)

"Aani..."

Smiling gleefully, Murtaza held her face with his small chubby hands as he continued to play with her nose pin kissing it calling her jaani, melting her heart with his innocence.

"It's not aani baby it's 'jaaaaniii'....call your mama jaaniii..."

Having a good laugh Osama held Murtaza's small face teaching him to call his mother jaani, who in return pinched him hard on his shoulder, careful enough to form a big blue bruise over it, for teaching wrong things to her son, warning him taking Mustafa's name silencing him all together.

"I swear I'll complain to Mustafa if you- What happened to your face ?"

It was then she noticed a big scratch on the left side of his face, making her scrunch her eyebrows in question who in turn glared at her elder daughter who seemed to freeze hearing her mother's question.

"Ask your daughter."

"Noorie-"

"Mama he was denying me to play with Rumi and Murtaza so I scratched his face to reach them."

Noor answered innocently melting her mother's anger, but at the same time she asked her to say sorry to her aachu watching her nod, complying to her mother's command like a good daughter when she heard her aachu, watching him having a stupid grin on his face and teased her poking tongue at her, concealing his actions from Maria who was busy stroking Murtaza's hair seeing his eyes droop in her arms.

"Noorie jaan say sorry to aachu."

"Haan bolo mujhe sorry."

(Yes, say sorry to me.)

"But mama they are my siblings and baba told me protect them from bad people and aachu is not bad, he is very bad. He said he won't let me near Rumi and Murtaza."

Seeing Osama grin, Noor's face turn into a scowl and she immediately complained it to her mother, reminding her of her baba's teachings not ready to say sorry to her aachu, who was bad according to her.

"Haan toh you were disturbing my time with them. Waise bhi mujhse yaha koi bhi pyaar nahi karta so I was only trying to bond with them so that I can be their favourite.... And see they are loving me already. My Cutie

Pies!!!"

(Nobody loves me here...)

Maria rolled eyes at Osama, hearing him delivering a sad speech on not being loved by anyone, except the twins. He was such an attention seeker and these days, only Murtaza and Rumaisa were the ones who gave him attention he needed, which obviously wasn't liked by Noor who was possesive for her siblings and wanted them for herself just like now, as she watched her brother and sister being kissed by her Osama aachu.

And on top of it they both were giggling, smiling with the attention they were getting flaring her temperature more.

"Aachu they are my siblings. Don't touch them."

"Why not ? Mere bhaai ke bache hai. I'll not only touch them I'll hold them as well...."

(They are my brother's children.)

Glaring at Osama, Noor ordered him not to touch her siblings to which he replied by picking up Rumaisa who clapped happily for getting picked up and passed a toothless smile to her mother who kissed her forehead in return, earning a glare from her brother who wailed, pushing her away from their mother.

Maria groaned fearing Rumaisa's reaction but before she could react Osama kissed her cheeks and started tickling her to distract her attention towards himself and make Noor jealous.

"Awee!! See Rumi is kissing me as well. Rumi aachu loves you too."

Rubbing his nose with Rumaisa's small one, Osama tickled her cheeks with his beard watching her give him her cute dimpled giggles in return which wasn't liked by her sister who screamed pulling Osama's shirt, asking her mother to take her baby sister from their bad aachu.

"No they are my Mama's babies. Mama take Rumi from aachu. Take her."

"Noorie leave Rumi to aachu and play with Murtaza. See he wants to play with you."

Knowing about Murtaza's possesive nature Maria tried to make Noor understand and distract her, but she was having none of it and started thrashing her feet, making her mama feel helpless.

"I want both. Take her. Take her."

"I won't give you my baby girl, little monster."

Osama on the other hand was adding fuel to the fire and was irritating Maria who had made her mind to complain about him to her husband, who could punch some sense into his idiotic brother.

"She is my baby sister. Aap apne liye koi aur baby le aao aachu."

(Go and get another baby for yourself aachu.)

Her lower lip wobbled as she stretched her arms towards her baby sister, who smiled giving her hand but Osama was quick to turn, making his mind to tease her a little more.

"Only your aachi can give me a baby girl monster but since I don't have her, I'll take Rumi. Haina Rumi ?"

(Right Rumi ?)

Delivering a great sad speech, he turned towards Rumaisa for answer who in return pulled his hair and started clapping getting a reaction out of Osama, which was him hissing in pain.

"See Rumi wants aachu."

But he managed to cover his pained expression and looked down towards Noor who was grinning watching him getting beaten by her little sister, but her expressions immediately changed to that of a scowl when Osama pointed towards the baby girl who was clapping, clearly being happy with him, which she was but the difference was she was happy seeing him hissing in pain, not the other way around.

"No, she doesn't."

"Yes she does. See!!"

Wriggling his eyebrows he teased Noor earning a hard jab from Maria who glared at him, asking him to end his drama and console Noor who was at the verge of crying.

"Mama..."

Watching her mother with misty eyes she hugged her legs, watching her holding her hand and leading her towards the sofa, wiping her cheeks handing her Murtaza, who was pouting at his mother with his big brown eyes for abandoning him.

"Noorie meri bacha roiye mat. See Murataza is asking for you."

(Noorie my baby don't cry.)

Saying this she held both her children on her lap and started caressing Noor's cheeks, who was looking at Osama and Rumaisa with angry look and decided to have another sister just like Rumi.

"But I want a pretty baby sister as well."

Her innocent sentence made Maria smile and kiss her forehead, answering her politely that she had her sister, but she was cut off by Noor who seemed to had taken her sister's rejection to her heart.

"Rumi hai na-"

(Rumi is there-)

"No! She is not. She loves aachu...."

Giving a pointed look to Osama, she glared at him for snatching her baby sister and denied her mother's claims of her sister loving her with a broken heart.

"Yes, she loves me."

Nodding, Osama agreed earning glares from Maria, who was waiting to beat him in the absence of her children, but for now her concern was Noor who was looking sad watching Rumaisa happy with Osama.

"Noorie-"

"Mama I want another baby sister, more pretty than Rumi."

And just like that she pulled herself from her mother's lap and announced her wish to have another sister, shocking her mother who turned white hearing her demand.

"WHAT!!! Noorie you can't have one."

Seconds later she pulled herself out of the shock and answered her daughter with finality in her voice, feeling Murtaza crawling upto her neck and wet it with his drool giving her small kisses and started giggling to get her attention, but she was busy watching Noor throwing fit to fulfill her demand.

"No! Mama I want one."

Thrashing her legs Noor pleaded her with misty eyes, wanting her mother to fulfill her demand, so that she could have a more beautiful sister than Rumi, and show her off to aachu and Rumi both.

"You can't."

This time she heard her mother answering her gently, but it was still a 'no' from her side.

"Mama Please. Please. Please..."

Noor wasn't ready to back out having made her mind to have another sister which irked her mother, but she kept her silence glaring at Noor to drop her demand when Osama decided to back Noor, taking revenge from Maria for beating him and pulling a nasty prank on him which could have costed his precious life.

"Yes ask her Noorie. She can give you another baby girl and I swear I won't touch her. She'll be yours. All yours."

Patting Noor's back Osama encouraged her to go on, promising Noor to leave her new baby sister alone, making her grin and sigh in happiness.

"OSAMA!!"

Glaring at Osama she asked him to shut up but he ignored her and rolled his eyes, showing his defiance.

"And Noorie, Rumi is your only sister whether you like it or not."

Standing up Maria announced, handing Murtaza to Osama who sulked getting transferred from her mama's but kept quiet, watching his mother burn in anger.

"Mustafa ko aane do. I'll make sure you get a nice beating from his side."

(Let Mustafa come.)

Threatening Osama, Maria turned to leave when she heard him complaining about her to Noor, who immediately took his side and mended all her follies with him at an instant.

"Noorie see your mama is scolding me for taking your side."

"Mama don't scold aachu. He is so nice."

Smiling at him in gratitude, Noor protected Osama from getting beaten by her mother, who was annoyed with the turn of events and started to leave, watching Osama turn her daughter against her.

"That I am cutie."

Ignoring their bickering Maria commanded both of them to take care of the twins, so that she could distract her mind and prepare food for her husband, getting tired by the useless banter.

"I am going to kitchen so please take care of them, and Osama please call me if they cry."

"Mama-"

Noor once again tried to talk with her, but she was too tired to listen and left denying her the grant to have another sister, making her feel angry at her mama for neglecting her wish.

"NO! Noorie."

"I'll ask baba then."

Stomping over her feet, Noor then decided to ask her baba watching her aachu giving a big thumbs up to her and grinned waiting for the drama to begin.

"This is going to be so much fun."

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"Ahhhh!!"

Maria was effortlessly working inside the kitchen looking through last minute preparations when she felt two hands snaking through her waist, making her jump and scream in surprise, feeling her mouth getting concealed by the intruder whom she knew well by his alluring scent.

She could recognise his scent from far away, even with her eyes closed.

"Shh!! Jaani it's me."

Caressing her waist Mustafa whispered inside her ear, feeling her relaxing in his arms and turn her head to smile at him, making him remove his hand from her mouth to let her speak.

"I know just got startled. Waise aap kab aaye ?"

(When did you came ?)

Turning herself she placed her head on his chest, holding him close while she traced circles over his chest, feeling him getting relaxed under her touch.

"Half an hour ago. By the way where are my kids ?"

Caressing her cheeks, he asked her about his children, kissing her forehead feeling bliss, and left her the next second watching her squirm in his hold, making him smile.

She was shy. Shy to get caught in her husband's arms.

"They are with Hassan."

"Aaj Hassan ki turn hai kya ? Because from what I remember it's Osama's day."

(Today's Hassan's turn ?)

Maintaining a little distance, he folded sleeves of his shirt watching her rummaging through the cabinets, taking out dishes while answering him.