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I'm really obsessed with these covers, I might have broke the replay button of youtube by now 🤣😂 they both are the covers of the same song but the lyrics are very different, listen to both of them, they are so amazing 😍😍 just wanted to share with you all. May be many of you won't understand the lyrics but I'll try to translate it, if you want.

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Maham

It's been a week since Mama and Baba have gone to New York. This villa seems so void without their presence. In these few days, this family has embrace me with such affection and acceptance, I really wonder how did I get so lucky.

Before meeting this family, I'd nightmares of ideas about in-laws - they are cruel and treat daughter-in-laws like trash and abuse them both mentally and physically. All those horrible incidents I heard from people, choked terror in my mind. Every girl has this anxiety of entering the hell after marriage but Rayan's family proved my every horror a lie. They are extremely down to earth, so warm-hearted, sometimes I feel like it's too good to be real - a dream comes true.

After Mama left, all the responsibilities of the households have fallen on Bhabi's shoulders. I hardly help, actually she doesn't let me. If she keeps on pampering me so much, I'd forget even how to spell 'work'. But I somehow manage to lend helping hand in cleaning and laundry. Naargis Bhabi has become my leader sister. Her affections reminds of Murat Bhai - he used to adore me just like her - a royal princess treatment, if I may add.

On the other hand, Rayan is also no less. He efforts towards me are really appreciable. He treats me with respect, which I desperately desired from my partner. I've grown up watching my parents and their relation. Their relation wasn't perfect but they tried to be with each other through thick and thin. They loved one another so much but above that they used to respect and honor each other. And even after Ammi's death, Baba has the same love and respect for her. I really pray for that kind of relation with Rayan. I don't know what is store for us in the future but I promise to be support him at his every steps in this journey.

We're trying to understand one another better as the day are passing, establishing trust on each other, it's like building a tower - placing a brick at a time and making it stronger everyday. He is very supportive too.

But in Baba's absence, Umair bhai and he are gravely struggling between two companies -RAR Enterprise and Rahaman Corporations. They are super tangled with meetings and projects, especially Rayan. But I feel it's not only about work stress, there is something else he is stressing about too. I saw him yesterday talking to Mama regarding some operations, he avoid me when I asked about the operation. It kinda disturbed me as he is clearly suppressing something - may be he isn't ready to speak about it so I let it be. He'll open up when he is ready.

"Bhabi while you prepare breakfast, shall I make orange juice?" I peel the oranges one by one.

"Thank you Mahru. You're a great. And please toast the breads too if you can. Umair will leave early today. Is Ayan sleeping still?" She oils the pan for frying paratha.

"Yeah. He worked the entire night and slept after Fajr. He has meeting at noon so I didn't disturb him." I pour the juice in the jug then put the bread slices in the toaster.

"He's becoming more work alcoholic day by day. Kiya hoga wo ahammeg ka. Tab toh shaadi bhi hogeya par phir bhi nahi shudra. Mama ko ane de, (What will happen to that idiot. In spite of being married, he still didn't mend his ways. Let Mama com) she will teach him a good lesson." She says being annoyed.

"It's alright. He just has work pressure." I defend him. I understand his works and I can't complain because even after buried under thousands of workloads, he never fails to attend me.

"Kiya baat! Ab shohar ki taraf dari horahi hai. (Wow! Now you're taking husband's side, huh.) She teases. Pushing some tendrils at the back of my ear, I try to hide my shying blush.

She finishes cooking the breakfast whilst I serve them on the table. Hafsa, Hawwa and Abraham quickly finish eating and leave for school and Bhai leaves for office but not before kissing Bhabi on her cheeks that turn into a beetroot.

"Mera shaadi kab hoga Raab hi jane. (Only Lord knows when I'll get married)." Ibrahim pots, stuffing his mouth with bites of bread.

"Q debar ji? Ap bole toh Samara se kara de apki Nikkah. (Why so brother-in-law? If you say, we''l get you married to Samara)." Bhabi pulls his leg. If there is one person whom he despise to his guts then that is Samara. He just can't tolerate her.

"Maaf kare mujhe, usse accha main Salman Khan hi thik hoon. Us nauntanki baj churail se jo banda nikkah parega uski zindgi kiya uski duniya hi kala jadu ho jayega. Shukar hai Bhai baach gaye aur hum bhi usse. (Forgive me, it's better I stay like Salman Khan. Whoever will marry that dramatic witch his life, no his entire world will turn into a black magic. Thank God, bhai got spared from her and we too)." He scoffs, making us giggles.

Putting aside the breakfast for Rayan, she goes to the kitchen to guide the maids to clean up. She never relies on maids' work - a typical housewife.

"Um Bhabi if you're free I want to talk to you about something. It's kinda important." He scratch the back of his neck. I know what he wants to talk about.

"Is it regarding Raiza?"

He nervously nods. "I know she has already told you about us and Bhai also knows. A-actually I'm leaving to England next month. Everything has been set. B-but I don't want to go, not now. I want to graduate from here. Can you please talk to Bhai about it? Please bhabi, please."

"Why?" His words puzzle me. Raiza must has said something to him. That girl! "Listen Ibrahim, if she has said anything to you then please don't pay heed to her words. She's a kid, an idiot kid. She's acting immaturely but you're enough mature. Your career is on the stake. You can't risk it." I try my best to make him comprehend. Teenagers these days - I'm telling.

"No, no she hasn't forbid me or anything. It's just that." He sighs heavily. He seems bothered very much. "A-actually yesterday when I called her, she might have forgot to hang up when Aunty suddenly came to her room. She told her a proposal has come for her, which I heard through the call."

"What?" A proposal has come for her? She's just nineteen and still in college. How come Chacha - Chachi can even consider it? Moreover, she didn't tell me anything either. "Are you sure Ibrahim? And what did she say? You talk to her about it?" I fire questions after questions.

"She doesn't know I heard their conversation I was hoping she'd tell me by herself but she didn't. I don't know what her reply was as my phone's charge was drained out." He hold my hands, his face is begging me for help. I can see his gloominess and worries.

"Bhabi please. I know I've to build my future first and establish financially before asking for her hand. But I love her a lot. I can't lose her. She's my everything. Pleas do something." His genuineness regarding her is undoubtedly flawless. Why everything so complicated?

Allah miya!

"Listen to Ibrahim. I'll try my best to help you guys out okay. But you've to prove yourself worthy of her in front of her family so you've to go to England to complete your studies. I promise I'll keep Raiza reserved for you until you return. Have a little faith on your Bhabi." He immediately hugs me thanking me.

"You're the best Bhabi."

I chuckles at his childishness. "Raiza is very lucky to get a person like you."

"No. I'm the luckiest to get her."

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Though I promised him but will I be able to keep my words? I think I'd talk to Rayan about it too. May be he can help me. Once the pressure of his workload lessen, I'll have a conversation on it. It's fifteen to ten and he is still sleeping. I'd wake him now. He isn't eating properly from the past days. I don't want he leaves home without eating.

I sit beside his sleeping posture to wake him up. His worried lines are vanished as he is sleeping peacefully but faded dark circle has painted his handsome face proving the amount of tensity he is tackling nowadays. I slightly caress his beard face, admiring his looks. A soft smile appearances on his lips causing me moving my hand instantly from his face but he is faster than me. Grabbing my hand, he pulls me to him making me lie beside him. He pushes himself closer to me, snugging more in my neck. His warmth breathe, shivers my entire body.

"Good morning, Jaana." He murmurs i his morning croaky tone. butterfly kissing my neck. I stiffen more than before. My calm heart begins to race. Moreover, his beard is ticking my jawline.

"Y-you've to get ready. Let me go." He groans lightly trapping my wrist tightly under his heavy arm. "P-please." I stutter as he kisses my neck further.

How can I make you see Rayan that how much I'm flushed? I still need time to adjust in this relationship. His touch isn't making me uncomfortable but I'm still hesitant.

"Just like this for a while." He demands. He's not going to let me go any time soon. Accepting my defeat, I stop struggling and play with his silky soft hair. I can feel him smiling against my neck. "How about we stay like this for rest of the day?"

"Na ji Janab. Ab uthe na. Apki meeting hai na bara baje. Ab uth jaye please. (No mister. Now wake up. You've meeting at twelve. Get up now please.) I say.

"Fine I'll get up. But," He looks at me. His eyes are playing mischievousness in them. "I need some bride to leave my pretty wife for now." He smirks pointing his cheeks.

I tear my gaze from him, glancing at my left. Why does he always have to make me bashful? "Nope. You're getting nothing. Get up Rayan. This is the last time I'm telling." I strictly warns.

"Even better. I'll not get up then." His smiley face is irking me now.

Arrgh! Why is he so stubborn?

The more I struggle to escape, the tighter he pulls me to his hard chest. Already I'm super flushed, yet he making me more. I'm sure there is no difference between a tomato and my face right now. Brushing off a few hairs from my face, he forces me to look at him, holding my chin, smoothly rubbing his thumb very close to my bottom lip. I'm finding difficulties to inhale. This is too much for me.

"I love when you blush like this." He whispers, rubbing his lips softly my right cheek, then my left inch by inch. The air between us is getting heavier by every passing second. His lips touches my jawline with the same softness. "The offer is still on Jaana. Give me my bribe and I'll let you go."

"Rayan." I wanted to say sternly but my voice becomes a moan as his breath hits my ear. He won't stop his torture until I give in. But I won't give in. He always takes advantage of me by blackmailing. It's not gonna happen this time. If he is stubborn then I'm his teacher of stubbornness.

I didn't want to use his weakness as my weapon but he has left me with no choice. I gradually keep my hands around his torso. He is too busy persuading me to give in, that he didn't notice my plan. I tickles him suddenly, which he has been taken aback by it, I jumps off the bed.

"Now freshen up. I'll prepare your breakfast." I laugh at my victory. He is surprised by my sudden stunt but he is also amused. He laughs along with me.

"I'll get back to you soon for this cheating." He winks and enters the washroom.

Changing the bed sheet, I climb downstairs to heat up his breakfast. I see Bhabi walking inside the house with an angry face. "Is everything alright?"

"Maat pooch. (Don't ask) The kids have forgot to take their lunchboxes. I just send the drivers with boxes. Hawwa is so careless. I told to take it but she forgot about it. What are you doing here anyway?" She asks.

"No the fault is mine. I should've checked it. I'm so sorry Bhabi."

Why am I so nonsense? They are kids. I should've paid attention.

"Don't talk stupidly Mahru. It's not your fault."

After a little chit chat she goes to check on the laundries. The micro-oven pops a sound indicating the food has been heated. Arranging the breakfast on a tray, I climb up the stairs carefully not to drop it in the midway.

My whole focus lies on my steps but somehow I trips on the last stair. To my black lust the tray falls on Rayan, ruining his attire and the glass of juice falls on the documents on his hands.

"WHAT THE HELL!" He roars angrily and I forgot to breathe. My hands are cold as icy and my mind freezes. Fury is burning in his eyes, resulting my eyes to bolt wide. "What the fuck have you done Maham?"

"I-I'm s-sor.." My voice is trembling like a electric shock. I can't speak.

"Your bloody sorry won't fix these documents. I worked the whole night on these fucking papers and because of your clumsiness it all got ruined. What the fuck were you thinking?" For the first time I'm witnessing his rage and I flinch at every alphabet he utters.

I can't find the gently and understanding Rayan. Right now he is the arrogant business man and not my husband. I'm terrified at his this dangerous side. I never knew he could talk to me like this. Tears are flowing non-stop but he doesn't care to see them.

"What is wrong Rayan? Why are you shouting at her?" Bhabi comes to my rescue. As soon as she sees the scene before her a loud gasp leaves her mouth.

"I-It was an a-accident. I-I thought of taking his breakfast upstairs but I tripped on the stairs. I-I so sorry." I sobs.I can't even look at him. It hurts a lot. I know it's my fault but I didn't expect him to burst out like this. Bhabi tries to console me.

"Accident? Really? Or have you done this on purpose? Why you've to decay everything for me, huh? You just know to fucking destroy. And who told you to bring my food upstairs? No one wanted your bloody favors." He runs hands through his hairs being beyond frustrated.

"Ayan she said it was an accident. Why are you scolding her so much? Behave yourself." She glares at him and he glares at me.

"Yeah accident. Everything in my life is just a damn accident. Her, he and my entire existence are only accidents." Punching the railing with all his strength, he strides inside our room, closing the door with a booming bang.

I break into ocean of tears as he leaves the scene. "It's my fault. He is so angry with me.I wasted his hard-works. I'm so sorry. Sorry." I tightly hugs her. She is calming me down but I don't know how to deal with this situation.

"Please Mahru don't cry like this. I'll have a good talk with that idiot. Please don't mind his behavior. He isn't like that. May be just too stressed out. Please calm down." She mumbles. I somehow stops my tears as I don't want to trouble her any further.

He strolls downstairs and heads to the entrance door without even glancing at me for once. He hates me now.

Why I end up doing such blunders? He didn't even eat anything too. I ruined his eating too. He is right. I know only to ruin things. I'm a destruction. Locking myself in our room, I cry my heart out. This is what I'm best at - crying.

At night he didn't return home. After spending the whole night at the office, he comes back at the morning being totally drained out of energy even to blink. He pays no glance at me, avoiding me like a plague.

Have I done such grave mistake? He doesn't even look at me let along speak. When I try to talk, either he says that he's busy or tired. I need to make everything alright again.

Allah miya help me please.

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Today Mama-Baba are returning home after a month. He and Ibrahim have gone to pick them up. In this one month, our relationship has drastically changed or should I say he has changed. He doesn't talk to me much nor he behaves the same. We didn't even get to talk about that day's incident. Everything is messed up so badly. In one moment everything has been upside down.

"Daddo and Dadi jaan are here." Abraham cheers.

Everyone greets them one by one. Later in the night, after dinner I head to the room. Knowing he is inside makes me uneasy. My legs are giving up to enter. The terror of his rage has made a home in my mind. His mere presence now haunts me.

Turning the knob slowly, I peeks inside but he is nowhere to be seen. May be he is in the washroom. As I step in, a thick smell of nicotine smashes my nostrils. I follow the origin of it and find him at the balcony, puffing out fumes out of his mouth.

He smokes!? What else I've to know more about him? What is happening with my life?

Yah Allah miya!

Wait a second! Is that why his clothes smells of cigarettes from a few days? Since when he is smoking?

Mahru jo hoga dekha jayega. Baat kar ab (Mahru no matter what happens, you've to have some words with him)

"Rayan." I put my hand on his right shoulder.

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Anyways what do you think about Rayan's change of attitudes? He seems to be very angry with Maham. Is this their end?

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Till the next time all my sweetcheeks...