Mazeen entered the lounge to see ama jan giving fazi's hair an oil massage and he craved the same. He was getting jealous of fazi now. He wanted ama jan to talk to him like before, massage his hair too. Hug him, cook for him but ama jan was not even looking at him like before and that was hurting him.

"Wah ama jan! Apke hath main jadoo hai. Bara maza araha hai." Fazi's enegetic words were adding fuel to the fire.

"Balo ka hashar dekho satyanas karke rakh dia hai, moi gel laga laga kay. " ama jan said angrily and a smile broke on mazeens lips. This was ama jans signature dialogue while massaging their hair.

"Ama jan apko kia pata aj kal kay fashions ka. You are too old na!" Winking fazi said and got a slap on his head from ama jan.

"Fashion tujhe kahan atay hain. Fashion to mera zeen karta tha or usper achay bhi lagtay the." Ama jan had blurted out  unaware that mazeen was standing behind listening. His heart missed a beat at this. His ama jan still loved him but was hurt because of him.

"Ama jan, apne zeen ko maaf karden na please." Unable to take in anymore mazeen came and hugged ama jan from behind taking her offguard. And ama jan burst into tears.
Mazeen was her first born and she had loved and adored him alot.

"Margai thee ama jan tumhare liye usi din jab tum meri baat ka paas nahi rakh paye the. Sab khatam karke chale gaye the." Pushing him away ama jan said  im between sobs.

"Ama jan ghalti hui thee,maaf karden, kab tak khafa rahengi apne bete se." Folding his hands he knelt in front of ama jan with tears in his eyes.

"Jo maafi ki haqdar hai na mazeen ussay mango jaaker maafi. Usko manalo, main maan jaungi." Shrugging his hands away ama jan stormed out of there and mazeen all of a sudden got angry. This still was about that girl. She was ruling everyone here, she had taken over his place.

Taking long strides he was out of there, barging straight into her room.

"Fazi tum!" She had said loudly but her voice died down seeing mazeen standing at the door.

"Apko tameez nahi hai, munh utha kay ghuss aye andar jahilo ki tarah." Picking up her dupata she covered herself from his glaring eyes and said in an acidic tone but deep down she was getting scared as to why he was here.
This room and his presence was reminding her about the humiliation she had faced the first night of her wedding.
"Mera ghar hai, mera kamra hai. Malkan tum ban kay beth gayeen. Meri ama per jadoo kardia tumne!!" Taking dangerous steps towards her he had caged her between his arms.
She had started shivering. His intimidating figure was hovering above her.

"Ap kia kar rahe hain. Jayen yahan se. " stuttering she had said and his eyes just got glued to her shivering lips. They seemed to tempt him in a pleasant way.

"Na jau to kia karogi?" He asked in a challenging tone, his eyes still stuck to her lipstick free pink lips.

"Me awaz deke sabko bulaungi, jayen yahan se!" Frustrated at his closeness she tried pushing him away but instead he held on to her hands and slammed his lips onto hers.
It was bliss for him. Something he never experienced before. On top of that she smelled divine. His mind was  telling him to back off, this was bad but his heart was betraying him.
Biya was shocked to her core, she did not see this coming. Tears had started brimming in her eyes. This was humiliation for her. Was he just showing her worth to her by forcing this all.

Pushing him away using all her might she slapped him hard across his face. Mazeen was shocked to his core now.

"Jayen yahan se, chain se jeenen den mujhe! Aur ainda iss badsoorat jahil villager kay kareeb mat ayiega! Le len apna ghar, apna kamra . Sana ki shadi hotay hi chali jaugi kahi. Yahi chahtay hain na ap. Per ainda me apni bezti apke hathon nahi karaungi." Yelling on top of her lungs with tears running down her cheaks she strode past him out of her room.

He had messed up big time again. Holding onto his head he sprawled to the ground. What he did was absolutely wrong. He shouldent have done this. It was just so unexpected. The hurt in her eyes was haunting him now. On top of that his cheak was stinging too.

"Fuck!" Cursing he threw the vase across the room and strode away from there.
And whole day and night after that she had been everywhere in his mind and heart and he yearned to see her. He wanted to apologise, to see her if she was okay or not. Unwantedly all these feelings were emerging and he was feeling guilty.
On top of that the feeling of her lips, the closeness of her body was just stuck in his mind.

"Pagal kardegee ye mujhe!" Groaning he had slept.
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Biya had cried and cried alot on her miseries secretly. Why had he come back to snatch away her peace and her home.
She would never leave what ever he would say, she wont move an inch from here. He can do whatever he wanted to. Her thoughts were going wild. Touching her lips another sob left her mouth. How dare he touch her intimately. Had he forgotten what he had done to her. What she had to go through because of him.

"Biya bhabi ap yahan hain? Main kahan kahan apko dhoond raha tha?" Fazi had been looking for her around the house but saw her silently weeping in a corner of the back lawn which was secluded.

"Ap rorahi hain." Fazi came and sat by her when she did not respond.

"Jao yar fazi, tang na karo." She had said between sobs.

"Tang ap mujhe kar rahi ho aise ro kar. Achi nahi lag rahi. bilkul churail lag rahi ho."  Fazi said to distract her mind and she sniffed at his remark.

"Haan main to hoo hi churail kuch logo ki nazro me." Wiping her tears she said.

"Hmm to jaake unko darayen, ulta unhi se darr gayeen ap. Buri baat." Fazi said again and she smiled. She was lucky to have him. He was the best humanbeing. Her best friend and brother.

"Fazi tum na hotay to mera kia hota?" Holding his hand she said and he smiled.

"Hmm, bus phir qadar kia karen or kehna mana karen. Shabash uthen muskuraiye or andar chalen thand hai.!" He got up pulling her to stand up also and she obliged.

"Apko bahar ghumanay le jata per mazeen bhai ne gari cheen lee. Yar ap usdin bank tak leti jatee unhe, meri gari chinwali apne." FAzi whined like a baby and she laughed.

"Acha hua, awaragardi kam hogee tumhari ab." Anabiya had said and he pouted.

Getting in her room biya halted seeing the broken vase in pieces.

"Apne?" Fazi asked pointing at her.

"Jee nahi, itni violent main nahi hoo. Apke bhai kay kaam hain."  Biya stated the truth and frowns formed on fazi's forehead.

"Are you fine? Did he hurt you?" Getting serious he asked and she moved her head in a no.

"Phir ro kiun rahee theen or wo yahan aye kislye, abhi poochta hoo." Saying angrily fazi left the room though biya tried stopping him.
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Mazeen was trying to sleep when suddenly fazi barged into his room turning on the lights.

"Ye kia badtameezi hai fazi?" He asked getting up. First the glimpses of biya in his mind was not letting him sleep and now fazi had come.

"Ap biya bhabi kay kamre main kiun gaye the? Kiun rulaya unhe apne?" He asked trying to control his angry and rude tone but mazeen sat up at his question.

"Matlab kia hai tumhara, biwi hai na wo meri, mere nikkah mai hai, me jaunga uske kamre me jab dil karega. Or mene nahi rulaya, she dosent need a reason to cry. She does it all the time." Getting up he had said angrily.

"Wah bhai! Biwi ab yaad agai. Pehle to mannay se inkari the ap. Chor gaye the na isi biwi ko ap!" Fazi had said making him speechless.

"Main iss baar ama jan ko nahi bata raha per ainda apne aisa kia to me zaroor bataunga. Please ainda unhe mazeed hurt mat kijiyega. She has beared enough!" Saying this fazi was out his room.

And sighing mazeen held his head in his hands.
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Sana's wedding festivities had started. Tonight was her mayun and the theme was white. Everyone was dressed up.
Mazeen also wore a white kurta and was slaying it. He was in the lawn area recieving guests. His eyes were wondering around in search of the girl he did not even wanted to think about but still she was clouding his mind.
From the morning he had not seen a glimpse of her and that was making him restless.

"Ajayegi ajayegi, itnay bechain kiun hain?" Wajeeha said standing beside mazeen.

"Kon, kiski baat kar rahi ho?" Laughing at being caught he asked acting innocent.

"Hmm banjayen masoom ap!" Wajeeha laughed along. And then her eyes caught caught biya entering along with sana.

"Agai wo jiska apko intezar tha!" Whispering wajeeha said naughtily and ran towards biya and his eyes shot up to her figure.
She looked the epitome of beauty in her white dress with some minimal makeup.
One thing he noticed about her was that she always kept it simple and elegant and she nailed the look that way.

After a while the baratis were in also and all the rasms started.
The phupo of the groom who had apparently asked for biya's proposal was now swooning over their jodi now.

"Bare bhai or bhabi ko bulao na sana kay, ayen dulhan ko ubtan lagayen." She had said sweetly and ama jans colour drained and all the house hold became silent for a while. Ama jan looked over at biya with pleading eyes and nodding her head she came forward to stage where mazeen was already present. Biya could even jump over mountains for ama jan and this was just a mere rasm she had to do.

Standing near mazeen biya applied ubtan onto sana and fed her mithai. Their hands had slightly brushed and a light shiver ran down her spine.

"Gajray pehno na biya, mazeen ap pehnado shabash." That aunty was now begining to get on biya's nerves.
Mazeens eyes shot upto hers and he raised his eyebrows as if asking for permission but seeing her serious expresions he picked up the gajra anyway and took hold of her hand.

"Fazi ko shikayat na laga dena, dekho aunty ki farmaish thee, poori karni pari." Sliding in the gajra onto her wrist he whispered and she lowered her head.

"Haye, kitni piari hai anabiya, sharma gai.!" That aunty had yet again said and forcefully told the photographer to capture their pics.

As soon as the pictures were taken biya left the stage and mazeen smiled.
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The dance sessions had started laterwards and wajeeha, biya and fazi had given a bombastic performance on "haye dil bechara". Mazeens ayes was all the while stuck on biya's figure. Her moves, her smiles were all alluring. He was having this feeling of tasting her lips again. To have her in his embrace. She was somewhat getting addictive.
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Hey guys!!!! A lovely update  ...

Mazeen per kis kisko ghussa araha hai????

Well good he got a thappad...he deserved it...

And fazi is such a sweetheart!!!!

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