Sorry for such a late update. But here you go. I wanted to write a complete intense sad chapter but I missed writing about romantic cute flirty lusty hassan and so here it is.

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Anaaya never asked for her needs, he just fulfilled them. But this one time, she needs him and he doesn't seem to get the clue.

Anaaya hardly tried to piss Hassan off. She loved his charming ways, and she hated to fight.

Their arguments hardly happened and even when they did, one of them would compromise and lighten up the situation.

When Hassan had announced he was going to take leave from work today, Anaaya had been ecstatic, she had called in sick too. Just so they could have a good day together.

The kids were asleep, they were awake.

She wanted to spend sometime with him. She needed to.

She was hardly ever needy this way, it was usually Hassan, she never asked for it because she always got it. But now, when for once she wanted it the most, he wasn't even looking at her.

Anaaya sighed out loud, just so he would look up but he didn't.

She was still in her gorgeous night gown, her legs were on display but for some reason his phone was more fucking important.

He was casually lounging on the couch, still in his pajamas of a t-shirt and boxers.

She was hardly bothered by the fact that he was using his phone but this one time, she didn't want him to. She had been trying to give him hints since the past few days, hints that he didn't get.

Anaaya knew he was stressed about this new case and usually stress brought out the best in him in the bedroom but for some reason, this time, Hassan wasn't really in the mood.

That made her furious.

Last night, she had literally almost told him that she wanted to have sex. She could say it, it wouldn't really matter, she had said it before as well. But he had been so freaking clueless lately that she could strip naked in front of him and he still wouldn't get the hint.

"Pour me some tea, Anaaya." She heard him say.

Without even looking at her.

"Pour it yourself." She mumbled back in annoyance, a frown set on her face.

That got him to finally look up at his wife's glum face.

Hassan raised his eyes at her.

"What got into you this morning?"  He questioned.

"Nothing." She replied with an eye roll.

"Well clearly something is wrong with you." He stated again.

"Well clearly you should mind your own business." She shot back in the same tone.

"Watch it." Even though his voice wasn't loud, she knew it contained anger and annoyance too.

She had made him angry.

Good. Let him get angry. Maybe that'll stop him from using his fucking phone.

She thought to herself as she saw him in deep thoughts too. She knew he was trying to figure out her sour mood, and he couldn't.

He had been nice to her all morning, he hadn't asked her to even cook halwa puri or something, which she wouldn't know how to, anyway.

"Don't tell me to watch it! You're not my boss that I'd let you use that tone on me."

She said as a response to his earlier statement.

"Stop talking before I-" She interrupted him.

"Before you what? What are you gonna do?" She crossed her arms against her chest and stood up.

He stood up too, as he walked from the couch towards the bedside where she was stood.

He tugged on her hair, making her look at him.

"Ooo someone's finally paying attention to his wife."

Her tone was sarcastic but Hassan finally understood the underlying meaning behind it.

He smirked.

"Is that what you want? Some attention?" He questioned sharply.

Anaaya looked away instead of at him, refusing to nod.

"I thought lawyers were supposed to be smarter." She whispered, looking anywhere but at him.

She heard him chuckle.

"Come baby, let me show you my smart ways."

Before she could even say a word, he had picked her up and thrown her on the bed.

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It's mother's day and Hassan thinks it's Anaaya's special day!

Wet and sloppy kisses were being placed on her cheeks and all over her mouth. She could feel the water on her cheeks and her lips, she could hear giggles and sounds as she tried to sleep in peace.

"Come on, don't cover up mama in your saliva now.." She heard Hassan mumble, and the baby giggled.

"Is that how you wake mama up? Hmm?"

A chubby hand landed on her face and she scrunched it up as she felt him hit and claw at it.

"Abaan, no..that's not very nice."

She heard Abaan shriek as he was lifted off her and Anaaya finally opened her eyes, then closed them again as a yawn escaped her mouth.

"We don't hit mama on her special day."

"What special day?" She questioned, voice hardly audible.

"It's mother's day."

She sat up straighter on the bed, hair tangled and eyes swollen with sleep.

She saw him bouncing Abaan in his arms, the year old baby, trying to reach for his hair and pulling on it, Hassan flinched, slowly taking his chubby hand away from his freshly showered hair.

Oh.

Mother's day? Was that going to be a thing now?

"Mother's day haan?" She said in slight confusion.

"Why the confused face?" Hassan questioned.

"I have to force you for dinner on valentine's day. Just surprised,"

He just gave her a smile as he bounced the baby in his arms.

"Shush, now. I'm gonna go get your mama some breakfast. Be nice." He cooed at his son.

He bounced the baby and received an answer by a fit of giggles.

"Here," Hassan put the baby in his arms, and she cradled him closer, smiling sleepily at her son and then at her husband.

He leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead before ruffling her hair and making it look worse than it looked already.

"Don't move, stay here." He firmly said to her. She nodded.

"I won't." She assured him as she cuddled her son closer, shushing his whines as Hassan disappeared from the view.

"What's this all about?" She cooed to him as she rubbed his back. "It’s my day and you can’t stop whining for baba? That's just sad."

Big brown eyes glanced at her, almost staring to the point where he hardly blinked. Anaaya grinned, pressing long and puckering kisses into his cheek as she heard him laugh.

All that whining, gone and now replaced with heartful giggles.

"You're so precious to me, you know that?"

"You're the reason your baba told me that he loved me. You're the reason that I'm so incredibly happy, my baby boy." She talked to him like she would talk to any normal person. As if he understood each and every word.

"Can you keep a secret for me? I didn't think your baba would ever love me the way he loves me now, the way I love him." The baby stared at her, quietly.

"I didn't think he would love me more than I would ever want. He's pretty intense, isn't he?"

It seemed like Abaan was happy with his mother's voice. Maybe it comforted him, like a warm cucoon.

"Hello there," Anaaya jolted slightly from the sudden raspy voice as Hassan entered the room.

A tray of food held in his hand. He put the tray over her knees and gently picked up Abaan from her arms.

"Cheese omelette and pancakes. This really is a special day hmm?"

They didn't really look appealing, just okay. But the fact that he had cooked them for her, changed everything.

"Ofcourse it is. And, I know how obsessed you are with drinking in champagne glasses..so I made some juice and poured it in this-" He picked up the flute shaped glass and handed it over to her.

She smiled anyway. As Anaaya tried to eat, Hassan held his son high above him as shrieks and giggles filled the room.

Anaaya chugged down the half cooked pancake and kept a smile on her face.

"How's it?" Hassan questioned. She gave him a large smile.

"So good." She lied.

"Great, I'm starving." He cut a small bite from the folk and Anaaya bit her lip as he took the first bite.

It didn't take him seconds to spit it out.

"That's disgusting!" He exclaimed. Shd laughed out loud.

"And then you say your cooking is better than mine." She retorted.

Hassan's face looked actually, genuinely upset. As if he had failed. Anaaya cupped his jaw.

"Full points for the effort, darling. Now, let's order crazy food. Hmm?"

Hassan nodded.

"I just wanted to wake you up with something." He told her.

She leaned forward and kissed the side of his mouth.

"Surprised that you didn't wake me up with something else, nice." Even though she had said it casually, Hassan still looked at her and gulped hard.

"Once he goes to sleep, we can-you know, it's been a while," Anaaya mumbled.

And it had been.

At first, they had beem busy settling in Newyork, then Hassan had to go out of the city several times for work purposes, Anaaya was still on probation at her new work place, there was not much time for sex.

His eyes clearly showed he wanted it.

"When he’s napping?" Hassan fumbled through his words, suddenly too active.

"Oh yes."

"Can it be his naptime now?"

Anaaya laughed out loud at him. He wasn't really joking, she knew that.

They were staring at each other when they got interrupted by chubby fingers, trying to break their strong contest.

He pushed against Hassan's chest impatiently and finally made him look at his son.

"My own son cockblocking me." Hassan said, chuckling.

She rolled her eyes.

"He just wants daddy's attention. No time for mama." She said back.

They were busy admiring their son when his phone seated to ring.

Anaaya leaned over, trying to pick up his phone and give it to her husband.

"Don't." He instructed. "It's your day, remember?" He continued.

Anaaya frowned.

"It could be important-"

"Not today.." he shakes his head insistently.

"Today really is special..haan?" She teased him.

"You're special." He cupped the side of her face.

"The perks of having your baby." She commented.

"Something like that." He agreed.

Hassan was still playing with Abaan while she admired them.

"Thank you."

Anaaya had never heard a voice filled with such gratitude, he had thanked her for alot of things, but not with such humbleness, with such gratefulness.

She looked at him with eyes full of surprise.

"Thankyou for him. He's the best gift you have ever given me." He rasped at her.

Hassan gently tried to shake away Abaan's hands which were slapping his neck.

"Thank you for being his mother, you're wonderful at it." He cleared his throat.

"And for being the best wife. I love you, for everything."

She looked at him, quite literally unable to say anything at first.

"I was going to have sex with you, even without all that flattering." She managed to speak out.

He grinned and then she did too.

"I thought I'd earn a blow job with all that flattering."

Anaaya hadn't seen her Hassan so blunt, and yet she had seen him this blunt. A small blush covered her cheeks but she still managed to shake her head.

"One, your child is literally on your lap and two, no way in hell. Never."

Hassan knew that. Strict policy. Anaaya would never do that.

"Come on now, get dressed and we can go out."

It’s a long, lazy, walk through the central park, lunch at La Bernardin  and a quick turn into the market and dinner at his favourite Pakistani restaurant before they could really come back home again.

And then, they both showed each other what they had been missing.

Pleasure and bliss.

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Now.

His eyes open, and he looks at her. Not through her. Right at her. The same brown eyes that she has missed so deeply are staring right at her. The same brown eyes that she had dreamed of, every single night.

Her heart gets stuck in her throat, and she gasps.

"Hassan?"

He doesn't speak. He just looks.

She gives into her reflexes.

She picks up his hand and squeezes it.

His fingers are warm, for the very first time, she feels the warmth.

He doesn't squeeze her fingers in return though, they are limp and almost unconscious.

"Hassan, can you hear me?"

He blinks. But he doesn't speak.

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Thoughts??