Toh khuda se maang loon

Mohalat main ik nayi,

So let me ask God,

For some more time, anew.

Hassan x Anaaya

"Hassan?" She called him from downstairs, as he was still in his study.

She knew he had been stressed from the past few days, ever since he had picked up a case of a global star, he had been swarmed by unwanted attention.

He knew how to deal with the press, as a corporate lawyer, he had learned how to talk to several press and media members, he had conducted press conferences on his own.

But this wasn't the press. This was the paparazzi. The paparazzi that had been swarmed around the places he usually went to. Just so they could get a scoop about their global star and controversy surrounding him.

So he had been slightly worried about that too.

He still stood up from his study, walking near the stairs and looking down.

"What?"

"We're out of groceries." She replied, looking up at him.

He sighed. "That's not my job, is it love?"

Anaaya rolled her eyes at him.

"I know. But you've been coped up in the house since the past two days and I'm not gonna let you waste the weekend like this." She stated confidently.

Hassan raised an eye at her.

"We're gonna go out, buy groceries, get lunch and then we're going to the play zone for the kids." She told him the plan for the day.

Hassan groaned.

"Anaaya, I can not. I have work."

Her skin prickled a bit from the weariness in his voice. "It would be a good break," She told him gently.

Hassan sighed, contemplating for a moment before giving up. Anaaya had already gotten the kids ready, after their morning bath.

She was trying to cook something, which had resulted in a burnt pan. She had learned how to cook but she still had a long way to go.

As soon as Anaaya stepped out with Hassan, who had Aira in his arms while the twins were in a stroller. Abaan who was holding Anaaya's hand quickly hid behind her as he heard the flashes.

Hassan abruptly walked towards the car, their heads down as they rushed to get the kids inside.

She could see question being thrown at Hassan and she could see how his face was getting more and more firm, his usual soft face was now changed into a much angry one.

She gulped, sitting on the front seat.

"Why were they here?" She questioned him softly, Hassan just grumbled.

"Because I took that fucking asshole's face. I've got teenage girls chasing me during the day and these fucktards follow me at nights."

He yelled out.

"Hassan, calm down." She tried to remind him that the kids were right behind.

"Let's just have lunch first, okay? You can calm down and then we can go grocery shopping." She advised.

Hassan glared at her.

"We're doing groceries and going back home." He declared.

"Hassan.." She trailed off.

"Anaaya." His tone was so authoritative that even someone like Anaaya decided to remain quiet.

"Baba's angry." She heard Abaan whisper to her from behind.

His whisper was loud enough to be heard but Anaaya still turned around, looking at her son who had a big pout on his face.

"Yeah, he is. Not at us though." She added, stroking his hair.

Abaan moved back, leaning towards his father's side instead.

"Baba..Why are you angry?" Hassan sighed at his son's question. He bit his lip as he drove.

"Baba's driving, Abaan." He said instead.

They had been teaching him certain things, especially about driving. He wasn't supposed to push Hassan or play with him during the time of driving, since it could lead to bad things happening.

"But you're driving with your hands,"

The innocent question rolled off his tongue as he implied that his father was using his hands, not his mouth and even Hassan who was angry and disturbed, chuckled out loud

"Baba's not angry, sometimes when things don't go according to Baba's plan, he gets a little disturbed." He replied in as easy words as he could.

But Abaan nodded anyway.

"And then baba takes out his frustration on his wife." Anaaya mimicked his tone.

Abaan giggled in the back.

Hassan glanced at her, smirking.

"Because she's the only one who understands him." He remarked back.

She rolled her eyes at him.

"And he takes advantage of that." She replied.

"He does. Because he loves her."

So she smiled, as wide as she could.

No matter how much time had passed by, her heart always beat a little louder every time he professed his love for her.

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It was almost four in the morning and yet she couldn't sleep. It had been almost two weeks since this sudden wave of insomnia had hit her.

No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't go to sleep.

If it wasn't for Hassan's comforting arm placed around her waist, she probably would have left the bedroom to watch some TV outside.

But here she was, sleepy, yet not sleepy and frustrated.

After checking the time, she shifted in her sleep, turning over to the other side with a huff.

Hassan groaned as his arm moved along with Anaaya, he mumbled something incoherent in his sleep.

She couldn't understand what he had said, so thought he was mumbling to himself.

After a while, he repeated himself.

"Can't sleep?"

"Nope." She groaned, earning a full hearted chuckle from him.

"It's not funny!" She exclaimed but she heard him chuckle again.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't understand what's so funny, Hassan." She said, turning back as he wrapped his arms around her, pushing her in his warmth.

Hassan didn't say anything, not for a few minutes atleast, after a short pause, he finally spoke..

"If you can't sleep, we could have sex?" He murmured, pulling in even so she could feel him.

It was four in the morning.

He was half asleep.

But he was still ready to go.

"Fajar ka time hone wala hai Hassan, Allah ka khouf karo."

(It's almost time for Fajar prayer, fear God.)

Anaaya replied, amusement dancing in her eyes.

"So is that a yes or no?" He questioned, his hot breath near her ear.

"How can I ever say no to you?" She answered back.

Hassan laughed against her neck.

"To me or to this? Hmm?"

"Both." She whispered, turning around to look at his face.

"Even better," he said with a groan, flipping her so he was on top.

"Once I'm done with you, you'll barely be able to keep your eyes open."

Anaaya liked the sound of that.

Anaaya was lost in another wave of memories, she never thought they were making memories in those days, she always thought they were just having fun, living their best life.

She missed him.

She did.

She was always so consumed with his presence at all times, even if he wasn't there, he still was. There were constant texts, hurried kisses, five minutes of love making, small ten minute lunches, she missed all those things right now.

We don't know the pain others are going through, not until we experience that pain ourselves.

The pain she felt was constant. It wasn't the gut wrenching pain that would make you cry for an hour or two, the pain that stopped after a while. It was the pain she had been feeling since the past two weeks.

It was the pain of not being able to hear his voice.

She could feel his voice in her head. Words he had said, things he used to say.

Anaaya?

Come on, you know I love you. Do I really need to say that everyday?

You should really take some classes on how to be not annoying.

That one made her chuckle, a teary chuckle that escaped her mouth as the doctors slowly took out the tube.

She inhaled a deep breath, focusing on Hassan's face. She knew he was in pain, but God damn, he looked like an angel in peace.

Azlaan held her shoulder, maybe he wanted to stay calm himself too but somehow she felt better upon having some sort of family with her.

As the tube got taken out of his mouth, grief made her eyes burn, and she realised that she was shaking.

He was breathing, and his heart was beating, and nothing was helping him do either of those two things.

He was breathing.

It was a risk, they said.

But Doctor Shepherd believed that he would survive and he did.

Anaaya didn't know how to react, but she knew she was shaking so hard, trembling so much that Azlaan had to hold her from both of his arms.

"Bhabhi, it's okay." He whispered against her ear, he hugged her side.

She pulled away from the hug, and moved forward, grabbing his hand.

It's Hassan's hand that made her stop trembling. His hand that made her feel okay.

Even when her Hassan wasn't awake, he still provided her with the comfort that no one else ever could.

Anaaya decided to be thankful today. If only for a little while.

Her husband wasn't dead.

They said he might die but he is not dead.

He's Hassan, he will survive this.

She just had to hope.

Because that is all she had right now.

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