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    Shehnaaz can't believe him. She was furious and in disbelief as well. They had wedding of someone to attend today. She had successfully kept him away from alcohol for many years by emotional blackmailing him but today he decided to drink again when his friends insisted. No get fully drunk again. If it was just one glass she would have let go with few words but looking at him doesn't look it was just one glass

"Don't look at me with fuck me eyes." He says throwing his coat over one sofa and rolling up his white button down shirt's sleeves seriously that's what he wants to say. She didn't say anything just looked somewhere else just walked inside their house further "Mein pretend karuga you didn't just ignore me." This was warning for her. She knows. To him she looks more tempting when he's under influence and she's angry. Her this side turns him on and let's not forget she's wearing red saree. Everyone is aware of his history with red colour on her

"Why did you drink Mir-sahab?" She demanded being angry and stoped in middle of living room. Ziya also stopped who was coming out of kitchen with ice cream in her hand. Their muma and angry on her husband? It's rare

"They insiste-"

"Since when you start doing things just because someone insisted. Humare insist krne per toh kuch nahi krte ap." She cuts him off. Hot that's what he thought

"Tumhare insist krne se phely krdeta hoon meri jaan." He pushed hands in his pocket and leaned to check her out. She can't really believe he's being this unserious right now. Actually one thing about Mir shah that he takes serious situations as joke and joke as serious "Chalo karo insist krduga jo kahugi." He nodded. Ziya watches while eating ice cream. It's fun to watch them argue. Their father is always supper funny with his sarcastic replies

"You know what rehne den ap do whatever you want it's not like meri chalti hai apke samne." And here she was getting more angry

"Haan tum toh bechari ho right? Jiska shohar bhut zyda controlling hai and you can't speak damn word in front of me right?" He raised his eyebrow in mocking way

"Ap keh rahe ho mein nahi."

"When have I stopped you from anything." He asked

"When have you let me do anything?" She asked back "I can't get haircut but you can break your promises of not drinking and smoking anytime you want." She added keeping hands on her hips. He has to admit this that shorter hair makes her look more sexy and inviting

"I never made promise about not drinking or smoking and I have emotional attachment with your hair so don't go there." He said folding his arms with unbothered expressions which botheres Shehnaaz very much

"Ap hypothetic ho bhut bare wale Mir-sahab." She shakes her head in disbelieve. Double dholki word amna uses

"Achaa aur tum kya ho? Abla nari victim of my hypocrisy. Why don't you go and give your name in victims of domestic abuse huh?" He sarcastically scoffed. Ziya wide her eyes and looked at her mother who was literally glaring at him

"Why give my name I should just file for divorce." She says. Ziya'a eyes widen even more real drama. Sidharth's jaw clenched

"Remember last time when you file for divorce 2 months mein give up krdiya what makes you think you will ever be able to get divorce from me." He smirked hiding his building up rage inside

"Muma filed for divorce! When!" Ziya was beyond shock by this piece of information

"What the?" Ziva said. She also came downstairs because of their loud voice. She's sure whole house have heard them till now. They were being pretty loud with their fight

"Yeah, ask her how she use to get tore up documents every single time." He smirked at his wife "She really thought she could get divorce from me. Meri jaan you really underestimated power of Mir shah. Mein chahta toh tumahri us lawyer ko gayab krwadeta ek minute mein." The arrogance in his voice and that smug expression irked her even more meanwhile their daughter were still shock and confused. They can't even imagine them wanting to part away ever because they are so in love

"Yeah and it wasn't me who begged me forgiveness. The very Mir shah jiske mene 12 numbers block kiye the" She's not letting this who easily

"Wait baba begged for forgiveness?" Ziya can't digest this information

"So what if I begged for your forgiveness. I would do that again if we ever end up in situation like that. I would rather beg than lose you. 12 numbers? I will call you from hundreds if it means I will get to hear your voice." He says being proud. This is where she melts every time he's so good with his words and he purposely uses it like this to get her

"That's harassment baba." Ziva says. She has no idea things her father has done which could be huge crimes

"Beta I'm already doing lots of zulum on your mother didn't you hear she's victim. Since I'm controlling husband I might add this as well." His tone was causal as he looks at his wife who was already looking at him

"Mujhe baat na karen ap ab toh." She says while making her way upstairs

"Mein toh karuga!." He shouted from downstairs. Argh sober Mir-sahab is already hard to handle and this drunken one? Don't even ask

"Baba-jaani you should give muma space-"

"I have no word like space in my dictionary so meri jaan keep your genz advise to yourself and go to sleep." He forced smile at his younger daughter who pouted "And you why are you eating ice cream in this cold weather." His tone literally changed and got stern when he looked at Ziya

"Baba I was having cravings." She whine. He froze for second cravings no it's just his drunken mind right it's not what he thinks it is

"I'm not pregnant if that's what you are thinking baba. Relax karen." She chuckles. He sighed out of relief

"That reminds me I have someone in my mind for you if you agrees." He shared. He also has talked about it with his wife and she seems to like guy and he himself does like that guy but decision depends on Ziya

"If you like him then it's yes." She says. She doesn't trust anyone more than her father. He has always done best for them

"Its not for me to decide meri jaan."

"Whatever you want baba."

"No, whatever you want."

Ziva watches them. She could never do arrange marriages like this. She obviously trust her father's decision but arrange marriages are scary sometimes. Ziya is type who crushes on fictional man and has never ever dated any boy in her whole life. She has focused on her studies more

"Theek hai I'll talk to Khokhar." Ziva was brought back from thoughts after hearing that caste. That's her grey eyed crush's caste-

"Shayan?" Ziya also was surprised

"He's only one I trust and think would take better care of you also he's protective about you which I like ." He smiles at Ziya who rolled her eyes. Ziva has gone completely silent Ziya's marriage with shayan her crush. Sidharth has known his youngest daughter better than anyone. He can even tell her fake smile so when she's completely in some shock and has that gloomy look. He noticed

"That's because we are childhood friends baba" Ziya shrugged "I don't mind getting married to him we are compatible." She smiles

"You alright sweetheart?"

His concern expressions came out as he gently brush hair off ziva's forehead. She passed him smile and nodded fake smile. He didn't understand reason at that time and brush it off thinking she's just sad because her elder sister will be getting married and leaving soon

"We will talk about this tomorrow."

Sidharth looked at them both and didn't wait before climbing stairs. Obviously his wife is naraz he can't do anymore delay right. When he entered room, his wife was taking off her jewellery by mirror while she has grumpy face. He clears his throat while standing just 3 feet's away letting her know he's there. She didn't even look at him and continued removing her jewllery

Sidharth kept hand on his wait and poke his inner cheek when she didn't even acknowledge his presence

"You should stop wearing red lipstick." He said just to get reaction because he knows she's already furious at him and this will be fuel to fire "Honestly red light's whore wear that colour." He smirked tugging on her saree's pallu. She turned around and nod at him

"Off course you know those kind of women since half of your youth has been spend among them." He chuckled throwing his head back because he didn't see it coming. She's getting funnier

"Nah have always preferred Russian."

"Should have given mustafa a chance" She gave him look before walking way. She gasped when he tugged on her pallu harder and pull her back, making her back hit his chest

"Should have killed mustafa."

He whisper in her ear that sends shiver down her spine and made hair on her neck rise. When she attempted to leave he wrapped his both arms around her waist tightly and buried his face in her neck, he inhale softly against her neck which caused her to feel butterflies in her tummy and dig his fingers into her waist's skin

"Why don't to go one you prefer now." She remove his hands off forcefully and get out of his grip. He groan

"Mazak tha janam come back."

"Mein mazak karo toh kya se kya krdete ho ap." Her jokes would end up taking her ability to walk and he can joke freely about these things

"Achaa wapis ayo." He keeps hands on his waist

"No thanks." She poke her tongue

"Achaa toh yeh baat hai. Let's gives your victim profile some additional points." He says walking towards her. She wide her eyes making a run and rush inside washroom, before she could close door he gripped it

"Mir-sahab choren!" She said putting all of her force but it came all crashing down when he used his force and wide open door of washroom "I'll scream and you children will think their father is really worst one on earth!" She threatened

"You do realise theses are sound proof rooms."

"Sorry kahen and we are all good." She said as he backed her against white marble sink. He hummed keeping hands on either side of her

"I'm sorry meri jaan for I don't know what." He kissed her forehead

"You said mein red light wali larkiya jesi lag rahi hoon."

"You literally called me manwhore after that. Hisaab barabar." He cupped her face with one and used other to tuck her hair behind ear

"Theek hai."

"Paka?" He confirmed

"Haan ab kya likh kar doon apko-" She was cut off by his lips on hers

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    Zaafir was rudely awaken by his mother who entered his room to look for something. She's making so much noises that it's hard to sleep anymore. What is she even looking for? He throws blanket off his face and sits up with half opened eyes to look at her

"Muma I'm sleeping here."

"Mujhe Mir-sahab ki watches nahi mil rah-beta bina shirt ke kyun sote ho thand ka month hai saardi lagjayegi na."

She grabs one of his shirt and throw it at him. He caught it and kept it aside before running hand through his messy hair why she's looking for baba's watches in my closet he thought and then realise. He use to steal them. Still do and take them with him London because his father has world's best and most valuable watches collection ever. You would find watches those worth billions. Zaafir has always been in love with them

"Muma mene nahi li baba ki watches. It must be Ziya this time." He said. Yes she also steals them to give her university professor as gifts. She's one of those, if you mention you love something in front of Ziya and she knows she can get them for you. She will even if they are her father's million dollars watches or her mother's diamond bracelet. She will give you. She has always been giver

"Tum dono mein sharam haya nahi hai? Mauqa mila nahi cheez uda di! Chor banna hai agy chalke?" She keeps hands on her hips

"Apke dear husband bhi toh politician hai chor lite pro max-" He only meant it as joke. He didn't think she would really slap him before he could even complete

"What the hell woman I was joking!"

He hold his bruise cheek in pure shock. In 25 years of his life. She has never slapped him not even when she saw him smoking in backyard's cabin. Not even when she caught him sneaking in house with some random girl in middle of night. Not even when he almost got suspended from his university because of cheating on exam. Never and why he's even surprised? She can't even listen single word against her husband no matter what he does

"Don't you dare speak about my Mir-sahab in that way or even joke about him this time it's slap next time I will give you proper beating!" She smack his head once again and made her way out

"Achaa muma! Sune toh!"

He gets out of his bed immediately to go after her as she leaves in anger. She's mad, she didn't stop at his calls and completely walked out of his room and slammed door behind loudly and mumble something under his breath out of anger. Zaafir rubbed his neck with now what look. She hardly gets mad at them so he has no idea what to say

He sighed heavily before walking towards washroom to grabbed his brush and apply tooth paste over it before walking into balcony of his room and look down while brushing his teeth. Daily routine but today he saw something different. Just like that day's morning when he went on run. Mahanoor was playing with white Persian cat that's Ziva's cat bilo shah. Just ignore that desi name Zain had given cat out of fun and now everyone calls her that which has gotten permitted even tho Ziva hates it and says her name is Bella. Nobody calls her that nah she's bilo

He noticed smile on Mahanoor's face. That noor was starting to come back which was taken by her parent's mistake. She's free girl now. It's been a week since she has gotten divorce and she looks happier. Ziya told him other day that mahanoor has taken admission in school and she will be continuing her studies from where she left

He has totally fallen in love with her beauty and innocence. He will marry her In sha Allah. When she will be done with her studies. He will marry her and treat her like she deserves with respect and love. He already have so many dreams for them. He doesn't care about status and class. They have been raised in that way because according to their father, everyone will have same grave. Topper or backbencher. Rich or poor. Only person who will be winning is one who treated every human with equal respect

"ZAAFIR!"

"What?" He asked with paste in his mouth as Ziya burst into his room with huge grin on her face and she's wearing traditional Pakistani formal shalwar kameez "You going somewhere?" He murmured looking at her

"Baba is going to fix my engagement ki date today!" She announced happily

"Shaadi? With whom?" Why they don't tell him anything he's sure he's last one to know about this arrangement

"With shayan!"

"With whom?" He chocked on toothpaste. Ziya rolled her eyes as he went to rinse his mouth and twirled around in her suit before stopping by mirror and checking herself out. She loves these desi clothes and huge desi weddings. Can't wait for hers "But you were just friend kal tak toh? Tumne literally use larkiya pata krdi hai bhen." Zaafir came back wiping his mouth

"Konsa usne kisi ko date kiya." She shrugged. He always use to refuse "And it's totally arranged both sides se. He told me that he didn't know about it until today." She shared

"Awkward bro who marries their best friend." Zaafir cringed

"I really don't give a fuck mujhe toh bs shaadi krni hai chahiye shayan ho ya koi aur." She says herself. It's not about groom. It's about those heavy clothes she will get. Jewellery and babies

There will be just 2 more part!
Thank you so much for supporting I wasn't going to write their love stories but since many of you requested I'm writing