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Calm night, soothing air, dark lights, heavy breathes and two desperate hearts, beating in whispers echoing the whole room with thier melodic lub and dub.

Though he's in sleep, his heart is awaken, most probably dreaming of spending his whole life with his wife, even if staying far away from her for the sake of his country. His new growing love and excitement visible in his warm smile in his deep slumber.

And to the right, tears continued rolling down her eyes, her throat is dry, heart is hungry and brain is messy with so many problems in her life.

She needed a hug, a heart warming hug to ease her bleeding heart, the way her throat needed cold water to calm her thirst.

She breathed horribly, again opening her eyes, scared to only see his eyes filled with tears and bloodred rage expressions in front of her as in her imaginations.

The man once she found so full of life, love, smile and laugh, to whom she once lost her heart, is now the man who's so broken that he has no meaning of his life.

And it ached her heart. She couldn't bear seeing him deathly alive standing on the broken pieces of glasses, along with his shattering heart and a little angel son.

But she can't only think of him.

A side of her mind and part of her heart also gave attention to her better half, her husband, her man, the man who only deserves her love, sharing with none, not at all his brother.

"Aa...aahh...." She sobbed remembering every glance of Tanveer hungrily looking at her, everytime she noticed it.

Oh how could she ignore his newly born feelings for her?

She turned her head to the right, finding him busily enjoying his slumber. His elbow in a triangle state as he rested his head on his palm, his another hand almost at the edge of the bed hanging out.

The sparkling lights helped her seeing his handsomeness in this midnight.

She stared at him for a whole minute, the pain that her heart was bearing till now, begin treating itself soothing her heart as she went lost with her gaze residing in his face.

"Tan....veer...." She let out a gasp and moved a step closer to him.

Her lips parted as she let out her tears fall as much as they desired.

She immediately settled herself on his arm, resting her head in his left side of heart as her ear sat on his heart, where it is beating for her.

She tightly held him resting her legs up on his knees, sticky to him as if she's all alone, scared if he leaves also.

She snuggled in his chest wiping her nose and eyes in his t-shirt.

Though he's unaware of their state right now, he moved his hand and caught her by her waist, this made her even more comfortable as she took his t-shirt in her fist and closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry Tanveer....I'm so sorry...." She cried and leaned her head up, reaching to his chin, she attached her lips to his beard giving a soft kiss there, and then again bowed down to his chest.

Her brain enjoyed the rhythmic music of his heart which made her heart rest, she felt herself slowly feeling better as her eyes closed when her soul escaped away to let her sleep, in his embrace, with peace and love.

•••••

He stared at her, his heart punching his chest, orbs turning the deepest in brown while a lovely smile twitching in his lips.

She sat confused and nervous, trying to avoid his gaze which she knew is now impossible.

The little soul continued screaming and giggling in joy as he played with his toys.

"Eerrr....Do..do you cook there?" Thanzia questioned trying to bring up any conversation.

"Umm hmm...no... we've a maid there." He answered busily staring at her. He didn't even feel embarassed getting caught so many times for his everlasting gaze on her.

"Mummum!!!!! Ooo....hhhh..mmm ye ye Mummum?"

Nahiaan crawled to Thanzia and landed on her lap, cupping her face he begin giggling making her laugh.

"Mummum loves you." Thanzia whispered and was about to kiss him but her phone rang interrupting the moment.

"Hmm......"

She kept Nahiaan back on the floor though he tried to not let her go. As soon as she stood up and turned to walk away, Nahiaan's expression fall as his eyes begin getting teary.

He turned to Tanveer and blinked his eyes. Tanveer chuckled at his drama forwarding his hands to take him.

"Daddaa..." He jumped on his lap and made a puppy face.

"Do you love Mummum? Dadda loves her too."

He mumbled caressing his hair.

It's been a week to their Nikah. Days went better than Thanzia expected them to be.

Just like Shahveer wanted to marry her, but got married to the wrong one, yet gave his Nikah a chance and tried to work for it,

Thanzia too, decided to work on their Nikah and satisfy Tanveer with all her heart, for the sake of Allah.

Answering the call from the unknown number, Thanzia waited for words to be spoken from the owner of it.

"Hello. Thanzia?"

A voice aroused, calm and soft.

Immediately hearing that voice, her mind clicked reminding her that she knows the voice, it gave her goosebumps. She hated to hear the voice. It begin aching her heart just in a second flashing her mind with so many harsh and horrible memories.

"Are you hearing me? It's me Thanzia."

That voice again spoke, making Thanzia come back to the reality.

"Mmm hmm? Assalamu Alaikum."

"Walaikum Assalam. How are you?"

Thanzia exhaled and let out a gasp uninterested to talk.

"I'm... good....you..you called...any.. anything important?" She questioned, turning around to find Tanveer staring at her direction again.

She smiled at him and concentrated back to the call.

"Aah yeah I passed by your home today. Mahia Bhabi told that you got married?"

She asked curiously.

"Hmm...yeah....the previous weak....do you have any work with me?"

She asked, wanting to end the conversation as early as possible.

"Actually you didn't return my certificates and other files. And I lost my NID card......I guess I've also given you a copy of it to you?"

She spoke. Thanzia heard and was about to reply but seeing Nahiaan suddenly bursting into tears and screaming, she ran to his side and fell down on the floor to pull him to her.

As a result of getting hurt by a sharp corner of his toy in his tongue, he begin wailing and crying in pain. Before Tanveer could console him, he was already in Thanzia's arms.

Thanzia held the phone on her ear with one hand and securely wrapped the other hand around Nahiaan's back.

"Oooo baby. What happened?" As Nahiaan cried louder snuggling in her chest, Thanzia thought to bide the other Thanzia bye and console her little baby.

Even Tanveer came near them and tried to calm Nahiaan but he stayed sticky to Thanzia weeping his tears in her chest.

"Can we talk later? My son got hurt. I'll call you in minutes." She said and dropped the phone down.

"Aaaaa nnnniiihhh ohh ohh Dadda.. nniii Daddaaaa." He wailed more taking his tongue out and begin rubbing his fingers there to ease the ache.

"Baby don't cry....it's fine baby." Thanzia replaced his fingers with hers and gently caressed there.

But he continued crying as his cheeks became wet in tears. She became tensed though knowing that it didn't hurt that much.

"Give...him to me." Tanveer forcefully took him from Thanzia's lap and stood up to walk towards the balcony.

Swinging him in his lap for 5 minutes, he succeeded in making him calm as his pain lessened.

Thanzia looked at them helplessly, noting how gently Tanveer is treating Nahiaan. He is so perfect, as if flawless. She thought.

"But his brother is the same, and you love him."

Her heart reminded.

Shaking all the thoughts off, she stood up and walked out to the balcony, finding Nahiaan showering his kisses to Tanveer, she smiled and kissed Nahiaan's neck.

"Does he misunderstand you to be.....his father or......" Thanzia questioned, eyeing at him.

"I don't know...but he has seen both of us together, and it doesn't seem like he's confused about us or...anything."

He replied, trying to escape from Nahiaan's wet kisses.

Thanzia smiled at this and ruffled Nahiaan's hair, though he's busy pulling Tanveer's beard.

"He has two Dadda. He doesn't need...that...cruel....woman as his mother."

She whispered.

"He has his Mummum. And he needs her, at least this I know, after I've seen him so close to you."

Thanzia looked up and made her smile warmer, hiding the ache that her eyes wanted to show in the form of tears.

"Excuse me." Saying, she turned to move but immediately Nahiaan held her by her Hijab with a pout in his lips.

"Iaan...."

"Mummum." He jumped on Tanveer's lap asking for Thanzia to take him as she turned back and sheepishly glared at him.

"No. You're a bad boy, stay with Dadda."

Folding her arms, she suppressed her chuckle seeing Nahiaan confused.

He looked at Tanveer finding him smirking at him too.

"Dadda bedh boii. Mummum." Slapping Tanveer, he landed on Thanzia's lap as both of them laughed at his gesture.

"Let's go down?"

"I've to make a call. 5 minutes." Replying, Thanzia came back to their room and took her phone to call the other Thanzia.

Tanveer stood near the door resting his back there, trying to steal Thanzia's view that his heart always demands.

Nahiaan begin playing with Thanzia's pendent under her Hijab as she dialled that number which was answered just in a ring.

"Mm hello?"

"Oh yeah... Thanzia, I was saying that....."

"I've your stuffs at my home. Will it do if I send them to you tomorrow?"

She said, her voice cold and juiceless, showing how uninterested and rude she is.

"Aaabbb aaabb ooooo. Hehehehe." Nahiaan laughed out loud while trying to remove Thanzia's Hijab.

"Yeah yeah....that will do......"

"Mummuummmm... Oooo." He shook his head unable to unpin the Hijab. She tried removing his hands from it but he instead slapped on her chest.

"Okay then.....Allah Haf......"

Reaching his finger near her head, Nahiaan pulled out the Hijab pin from it's place with a laugh when Thanzia's eyes fell on him.

"Aaaiiiii you'll get hurt." Thanzia yelled making him scared immediately snatching the pin from his hand. He confusingly raised his eyebrows at her and the next moment, hid his face on her neck uninterested to do anything else anymore.

His mother, who rejected to love him or even own him, heard him wailing, giggling, laughing and uttering the word Mum-Mum from first.

She wasn't sure though decided to ask ask Thanzia, "Mmm who are you with?"

"Sorry?"

"I mean....the baby....is it Nahiaan?"

Thanzia shut her eyes off feeling irritated as she sat on the bed and parted her lips to reply controlling her rage.

"Yeah..Nahiaan. My son. Or shall I say......your son?"

She questioned, as if jealous of something.

She heard her chuckling and then those words which at least she didn't expect right now from her.

"Come on, not MY SON.

Ohh so you got married to Shahveer?

Well see, because of me divorcing him, you found your love today. Congrats. Are you happy? With the so called Sheikh?"

Hearing her, Thanzia carefully dropped Nahiaan on the floor and looked around, finding Tanveer busy in gulping down her beauty. She looked away and thought for a while.

She didn't know what to reply. Her voice as if got stuck on her throat as she clenched the bedsheet in her fist and looked down at Nahiaan, finding him holding her legs tightly in a hug.

"Thanzia......I...I really don't want to talk to you, if I, I don't know when I'll be saying what to you and you'll need to bury yourself in your grave.

I'll return your stuffs tom........"

"Aaahhh relax girl! I'm not snatching your Shahveer from you. He's all yours and so is his son, Nahiaan.

Anyways, thanks for the help. I'll wait for my files, don't do late okay? I've some urgencies. Bye."

She cut the call without hearing Thanzia saying anything back to her, nor did she wanted to reply.

Keeping the phone on the bed, she took Nahiaan up in her lap and placed a kiss on his forehead. Then, Tanveer came walking to the bed and sat beside her.

"Who...was it?"

"Shahveer's ex wife."

"Nahiaan's mother........"

He mumbled, looking questioningly at her. Seeing her angry more than sad, he took her hand in his lap as she looked at him breathing out.

"How do you know he......"

"SHE'S NOT HIS MOTHER. She's not..... She doesn't deserve to be a mother."

•••••

"Drop us to Ismail's home."

"Yeah sure!" Tanveer sat in the front sit after opening the back door for Thanzia.

Shahveer too took his seat and begin driving.

Thanzia looked up to the front mirror that reflected Shahveer's eyes as he's busy in driving while Tanveer got busy with his phone.

She wanted to look away but felt her eyes forcefully connected to the mirror at him unblinking even for once.

His dark black orbs shined as he looked around taking the left turn.

"You just returned from University. Where to, again?"

Tanveer questioned to Shahveer at which immediately Thanzia removed her gaze from the mirror and looked out of the window.

"To Ismail's Bhai's place too. Zahra called to go, Allah knows why."

For a second Shahveer looked at the mirror getting a view of Thanzia's eyes roaming around. He looked away the next second out of the window finding the road less busier than other days.

They reached near the place where Thanzia worked in that Quran Institution and the restaurant beside which the old lady sits whom he usually meets and Thanzia used to meet.

He turned away but then again looked at his right. His eyes searched for someone as he prayed something under his breathe.

Though he had no expectations to see that person, he hopefully moved his eyes to the left which made his eyes widen as he blinked his eyes to be sure of the reality and then again looked there.

Immediately taking break, making Tanveer and Thanzia shocked, he hurried to open the door and before they could even question him anything, he ran away crossing the road to the other side.

"Where.....did he go?"

"Shahveer..."

Shahveer ran faster towards that direction following someone.

"Ni...qa...bi..."

••••••

Assalamu Alaikum.

I'm sorry, I planned each and every chapter from first to last but now I lost the track of this story.

Even I don't know what I'm writing. I've scenes to write, but no words to define them.

If the writer isn't enjoying to write, how'll the readers find it good!!

Plwish give this book some time.

In Sha Allah it'll worth your time.

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And.....any complain?

Aaahhh trust me it feels the worst.

I've everything planned, and the story revolving around my mind is quite good and honestly I love it. But I just can't write or idk..... something is wrong.

For Allah's sake set the routine or else I won't update😭

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Please! 350+ views but very less votes.

Please.

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