"Aap hume kab khushkhabri dene waali hai, Anabiya?" The old woman scrutinized as she saw her grand-daughter in law, fishing out pills from her medicine box and handing them to her.

(When are you going to give me the good news?)

"Arey wah! Dado aap to timbak too ki chudail nikli. Maine to ab tak kisi ko bhi nahi bataya. Aapko kaise pata chala?" Anabiya exclaimed her eyes widened in excitement, while she forwarded a glass of water.

(Wow! You turned out to be the witch from timbak too. I have told it to anyone. How did you know?)

"Hain?!" Fareya Zardari yelped, her face contruted with uncontrollable joy." Sacchi?!"

"Jee!"

"Mubarkan! Mubarkan! Meri bacchi." The old woman cried pulling Anabiya in her arms.

(Congratulations! Congratulations! My daughter)

Anabiya frowned at the excitement her Dado displayed, but brushed it off thinking she was overwhelmed.

"Meezan ko bhi nahi bataya hai abhi tak aapne?" Dado exclaimed, kissing Anabiya's cheek lovingly.

(You haven't even told Meezan yet?)

Anabiya shook her head negatively still frowning.

"Oh stupid girl. You should have told him, first. When did you get to know about this?" Dado said, shaking her head a smile still on her face.

"Urm.. a week ago" Anabiya said cautiously as she eyed Dado who was caressing her clothed stomach with puppy eyes.

"Sadkay, Anabiya. Meri pyaari bacchi. I am so happy for you."

That is when Anabiya's suspicions reached a peak. They were having a horrendous miscommunication.

"Dado, aapko khudke liye khush hona chahiye. Mere liye kyu ho rahi hai. Aap hi ka araam hai ab. Aapki constipation waali goli mujhe mil gayi hai." Anabiya said, as she took her seat near the old woman's legs.

(You should be happy for yourself. Why are you happy for me? You are going to be at rest now. I have gotten hold of your pill for constipation.)

Fareya Zardari's face froze like the chilly frost of crisp winter as the smile on her face faded like a dangerous fog.

And before Anabiya could comprehend anything the elderly woman has kicked her off the bed.

"Haye Allah, Dado! Itna zorse koi laat maarta hai? Meri kamar." Anabiya winced as she lay on the floor clutching her ribs.

(Who hits so hard? My waist.)

"Anabiya aapki shaadi maine Meezan se ki thi taaki aap unhe thoda shair dil bana sake, par aap to unki tarah bewakoof-masoom ban rahi hain." Dado, huffed. She had thought Anabiya was pregnant but the silly girl had destroyed her dil ke armaan.

(I married you to Meezan because i thought you'll make him a little bold, but you are turning into him. Naive and Stupid.)

"Yaar Dado, aese to nahi kahen. Mere shohar hai wo." Anabiya pouted as she got up still clutching her waist.

(Don't say like that. He is my husband)

"Accha? Hume to khabar hi nahi thi is baat ki" Dado exclaimed sarcasm lacing her every word, "Bewakoof ladki, dekho hame khush khabri jaldi chahiye. Aur agli baar constipation waali goli ki nahi."

(Really? I didn't have a clue about this.) (Stupid girl. Listen I want to hear the good news soon. And the next time it shouldn't be about my constipation pill)

"Dado, main kya apne pait mein koi baccha khud hi dalwaaloon? IVF karwaalon?" Anabiya whined rubbing her waist.
The lady was nearly a hundred years old, yet she kicked like she was a footballer in her youth.

(Should I myself out a baby inside my womb? Should I do IVF?)

"Wo to aap jaane aur aapke bewakoof shohar jaane. Sunlein, Anabiya. Maine mar jaane hai agar aapne mujhe khush khabri nahi di to." Dado threatened, crocodile tears filling her eyes.

(That you and your stupid husband should know, Listen, I will die if you don't give me the good news.)

"Aiyvi! Aapne marna hota to aap kab ka mar chuki hoti." Anabiya giggled, slapping her forehead at her sly answer.

(If you were you to die, you would have died sooner.)

Dado gasped, picking up her slipper from the ground and throwing it at Anabiya who was already making her grand escape.

"Humari constipation waali goli to deti jao, Beghairat ladki! "

(Give me my constipation pill and go, you shameless girl)

"Aaj nahi mile gi aapko! Kal de doongi."

(You'll not get it today! Tomorrow.)

•••

The moon was a warm milky glow in the sky, as if the sight of it could become a song in the eyes of anyone willing to raise their head upward.

Anabiya strutted inside her room to find her husband sitting on his side of the bed, a pillow nestled in his lap on which sat his laptop. His reading glasses sat ahead of his unflinching grey eyes. They reminded Anabiya of a storm. A storm that didn't come to destroy, but somehow to heal.

When Meezan finally realised that she was in the room,  he slid to the edge of the bed, almost on the verge of falling.

Anabiya rolled her eyes at his antics, everytime she was around him he would act like she was going to set fire around his world.

Walking towards the dressing table she sat down, lathering her favourite cocoa lotion on her arms, all the while she stared at Meezan from the corner of her eyes.

"Meezan?" After a few minutes of silence Anabiya finally called out, this caused him to jerk side ways falling down from the bed with the laptop on top of him.

An ineludable laugh bubbled deep from within her chest as she got up walking towards him who was wincing on the floor, his face tomato red.

"Why are you so afraid of me, bro?" Anabiya blurted out still laughing, as she kneeled down towards him on the ground.

"I-I am not afraid of you, sis." Meezan glared, rubbing his cheeks as he picked up his laptop.

"Hey! You just sis-zoned your own wife. You should be ashamed of yourself, Meezan Zardari!"

"Haww! No! You did it first." Meezan spitted out his cheeks coating pink once again." Aapke double standards khatam hi nahi hote."

(Your double standards don't finish at all)

"Oye! Bada aya double standards waala. Gaal dekho tumhare. Hayee kitne laal hai. Man karta hai inko kha jaoon." Anabiya cooed as she poked his cheeks with her fingers.

(Look at your cheeks. Hayee they are so red. I feel like eating them.)

"Anabiya!" Meezan yelped horrified as he clutched his laptop to his chest.

Anabiya sighed dejected, as she dropped her hands to her side.
"Chal beta Anabiya, tujhe IVF hi karwaana padega. In sharmeeli dulhan se to nahi hogi Dado ki good news."

(Come on, you must do IVF only now. This blushing bride is not going to give you Dado's good news.)

"Huh" Meezan frowned as he got up, his laptop still clutched to his chest.

Anabiya ignored him as she got up and walked towards the bed laying down with the heavy duvet covering her body.
This caused Meezan to frown even more as he cautiously sat down at the corner of the bed.

"Anabiya?"

"Hmm" Anabiya hummed, her back facing him.

"Are you mad at me?" Meezan questioned innocently pouting this caused a smile to take over Anabiya's lips but she bit it back.

"Should I be, Meezan?"

Meezan remained silent, his forehead furrowed in deep thought. After a moment he said.
"I don't know. I apologise if I made you upset."

Anabiya's heart melted at his words. The man was actually too innocent for his own good. She slowly turned around the duvet wrapped around her head like an eskimo jacket.
"Why are you so scared of me?"

Meezan bit the inside of his cheek as he eyed his wife who looked adorable.
"I am not. You aren't some jinn for me to get scared of." He replied carefully, "You aren't, right?"

"Why don't I believe you?" Anabiya pouted, as she examined his face, ignoring his pointless question.

Meezan sighed, as he got up and grabbed something from his wardrobe. It was a neatly wrapped silver box. He then placed it on the bed and pushed it towards her.

"What's this? Are you trying to kill me with some bomb?" Anabiya questioned as she sat up, the duvet still wrapped around her frame.

"Wouldn't I die too if it were a bomb?" Meezan questioned with narrowed eyes to which she smiled at him sheepishly.

Picking up the box, she slowly unwrapped it, her mocha eyes widening in joy as they fell on its contents. It was a beautiful solitaire ring that was encrusted between a band made out of diamond leaves.

(a/n- the ring is attached above!)

"MEEZAN!" Anabiya squealed as she launched herself in his arms. Meezan tumbled back in shock under her weight, but steadied himself by clutching the bedsheet behind him.

It was the first time they had shared such close intimacy in the one month of their marriage. And unsurprisingly enough Anabiya was the one who had initiated it.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders she buried her face in his chest, his familiar pine musk filling her senses. A beautiful smile etched deep at her lips, if she could she would have kissed him by now. But, she didn't want to become a widow so soon into their marriage, because her beloved husband would die of a heart attack.

Meezan sat frozen as he reluctantly wrapped his own arms around her waist, heat building up from below his neck up to his face. This feeling was so foreign yet so pure. It was like sinking into a warm bath after a hard day at work. You just sit there and soak in the peace that you could never experience anywhere else.

"Meezan, are you blushing again?" Anabiya murmured, the smile of sweet martial bliss not leaving her face.

"N-no, of-of course not." Meezan whispered back as he pulled her closer to his chest unconsciously. Not wanting her to actually see that he was indeed....erm.. BLUSHING.

Anabiya giggled softly as she tightened her arms around his shoulder, slipping into his palatial warmth.
"Thank you. I assume this is my mooh-dikhayi gift 'after' a month has passed."

Meezan nodded solemnly.
"Did you like it?"

"If I didn't, then I wouldn't have hugged you. I would have thrown it at your face and told you sleep outside with the mosquitoes."

"Fair enough. Then, I am glad you liked it."

"Are you glad because I hugged you or are you glad that I didn't throw you out to sleep with the mosquitoes?" Anabiya questioned wiggling her eyebrows.

"Gosh! Why can't you for once not say something inappropriate?" Meezan groaned placing his chin on top of her head. It having felt the right thing to do naturally.

"Gosh! Why can't you for once stop blushing like a sharmeeli dulhan?"

"Stop!" Meezan murmured as his cheeks began coating beet red for the nth time as he buried his face in her lavender smelling hair, while Anabiya bubbled laughing out at her naive husband's antics

"wo sharmaate gaye, aur hum apna na kaabil e aitbaar dil gawaate gaye"

•••

"Bhabi? Zavi Bhai aapse bohot sharmate the kya?" Anabiya mindlessly questioned her sister-in-law; Hayat, as she chewed at a freshly cut piece of cucumber.

(Was Zavi Bhai shy of you?)

But before Hayat could answer Anabiya concluded that she already knew the answer.
"Wo kahan se sharmate honge aapse, apko to ek he saal mein Israar de diya, bhai ne."

(How will he shy away from you? He gave you Israar within a year of your marriage.)

"Haw! Anabiya sharam hi karlo thodi tum. Shaadi bhi ho gayi hai ab tumhari." Hayat gasped scandalized as she stirred the pot of fragment yakhni gravy.

(Have some shame now at least. You are married.)

"Yaar Bhabhi! Say something new. Bus naam ki shaadi hui hai meri. Isse behtar to wo hippie Fardeen se karleti mein shaadi. Atleast zindagi mein thoda maza hi aa jaata." Anabiya grumbled away as she picked up her nephew who had been clinging to her leg and placed him on the counter handing a piece of cucumber to him.

(My marriage is only namesake. It would've maybe been better if I had gotten married to that hippe Fardeen. Atleast I would have enjoyed life a little.)

Hayat rolled her eyes at Anabiya as she leaned down to wipe some dirt off of Israar's cheek.
"Isru jaani, dekho tumhari Bee Phupho ka damagh satak gaya hai. Inse door raha karo aap, theek hai?"

(See your Bee Aunty has lost her mind. Stay away from her, okay?)

The boy smiled cheekily at his mother  as he blabbled away in baby gibberish.

"Bhabi!" Anabiya moaned, as she pulled her nephew close, possessively.

"Pehle to Fardeen apni amma ke yahan aaya hua tha kuch din pehle aur wo uski jewen paak kar rahi thi. To agar tum usse shaadi kar leti to tumhari zindagi ka to pata nahi par tumhare baalon mein jewen maze kar rahe hote" Hayat narrated as Anabiya's stomach churned in disgust.

(First of all, Fardeen had come over to his mother's house a few days back and his mother was cleaning lice from his hair. So, if you had gotten married to him, I don't know about your life but the lice in your hair would've surely enjoyed.)

Fardeen was their neighbour's son and he was a total hippie; nature activist, long untidy hair and beard that were permed, going weeks without bathing, smoking and smelling of pot and he checked every other stereotypical box of of being your traditional hippie.

Before her marriage to Meezan, Zaviyar had jokingly said that she should get married to Fardeen who was always on his weird escapades away from home.

"Dusri baat, Meezan se tumhe kya pareshaani hai. Behtareen ladka hai wo tumhare liye. Jahan tak mujhe pata hai tumhe wo kisi bhi cheez ki kami mehsoos nahi hone dega." Hayat stated as a matter of factly.

(Secondly, what problem do you have with Meezan? He is the best man for you. From what I know he would never let you feel deprived of anything)

"Romance ki kami hai, Bhabhi! Romance. Unko to bas sharmane se fursat mile na. Dekhein, ab humari shaadi ko ek mahina hone ko aya hai, par ab tak hum honeymoon par nahi gaye hai. Aur aapko pata hai, Dado ko in sab ke beech mein khush khabri chahiye. Kush khabri? Mai akeli khush khabri doon? Allah miyan ne mere paith mein ek baccha tapka dena hai, kyunki agar inke pote ka bas chale to hum buddhe ho jaenge par wo tab bhi sharmaate rahenge. " Anabiya ranted off, breathing heavily in the end.
She had been holding him far too much for far too long.

(I am deprived of romance! He must rest from blushing all the time no? See, it's a month since our wedding and we still haven't gone on our honeymoon. And you know? Dado wants good news in midst of all this. Good news?!. God must drop a baby in my womb because if we depend on her grandson we'll be old and fragile and then also he'll only be blushing.)

Hayats's eyes widened as she stared at her sister-in-law flabbergasted. While Israar stared at his aunt in awe wondering how this woman could talk so much without breathing.

"A-nabiya..." Hayat trailed still speechless from her sudden outburst.

"Nahi bhabhi! I know what to do now!  Marriage is supposed to be a two way street and I will not let this street get jammed because of uncoordinated and inexperienced drivers! I know what I am going to do." Anabiya rambled some outlandish nonsense as she bubbled with new sprouted energy, she jumped from the chair she was sitting on before kissing both her bhabhi and nephew's cheeks.

"Tumhari Badh Hawas Bee Phupho jahannum khada karne waali hai Zaan Phupha ke liye, Israar. Khayr, Chalo hum bhi thoda tumhare baba ko phone karke jahannum ka chaska dete hai." Hayat mused as she picked up her baby grinning as she watched Anabiya rush out.

(Your crazy Bee Aunty is going to raise hell on her Zaan uncle. Anyways, let's go and give your father also a taste of hell, come on.)

•••

Anabiya had always been reckless and impulsive. If she had put her mind to something then even if the whole earth freezes she would still do it.

Walking towards her husband's workplace, Anabiya burned with so much angst and complaints. She had only one goal in her mind, Honeymoon.

She would have that even by hook or crook, it didn't matter that Meezan Zardari was unconventionally shy. He would have to suck it up and shove it down his bu---. Nevermind. He would just have to comply or she would go on their honeymoon alone.

Entering the lavish glass building, Anabiya went to receptionist and slammed her fist against the table grabbing the attention of the coy brunette sitting behind it.

"I would like to meet Meezan Zardari, Please."

"Do you have an appointment?" The brunette muttered bored as she filed her nails.

"I freaking don't. But, I have---" Anabiya began but the brunette cut her off.

"You can't meet him, if you don't have an appointment. So stop wasting both of our times."

This only boiled down Anabiya's blood as she leaned over the table, her eyes blazing coals.
"Listen up, you skunk sister. I'll leave a churail on your botox covered face and curse you to get a thousand pimples until the end of times. If that ain't enough I hope you slip on legos and break an ankle or two all the while chipping off your perfect manicure. You hear me? I'll destroy you. " Anabiya snarled, grabbing the attention of the people that were stranded near the reception.

The brunette wasn't scared because of Anabiya's threat, but what did scare her was that the fully cladded woman demanded anything but destruction.
"Ma'am, I apologise. B-but-- you seriously can't meet him without an appointment and even if I want, I can't let you, he's in a meeting at the moment."

"Do I look like I care? My presence demands attention. Especially that of my freaking husband." Anabiya slammed her hands on the table.

Realisation rose in the brunette's eyes as panic began to settle in.

"Mrs Za-ardari. I-I----"

"It's Ms Ibrahim. Take me to him."

Nodding, at the scary lady the brunette rushed up asking her to follow.

•••

Meezan typed away on his laptop, as he heard the client in front of him discuss the requirements. Meezan had successfully built a well flourishing architectural firm over the years. And his firm had clients from all over the world. Right now he was in a very important meeting with a client who worked over seas and wanted to establish a chain of restaurants in Dubai.

That is when, his firecracker of a wife barged in. Meezan was almost going to slip down his chair when he saw the expression on her face. She was definitely furious But, for what?

"Urm Mister Yazdani, would it be alright if we reschedule this meeting tomorrow? I.. seem to have had an unexpected visit." Meezan abruptly muttered as he cut his client off. His eyes still trained on the mocha eyed lady.

"Oh, of course! You know what come over to my house with your wife tomorrow for dinner. It would be lovely to have you over." The man, Zaarib Yazdani said as he offered Meezan a smile, getting up from his seat.

"Speaking of which----" Meezan cleared his throat as he himself got up and headed towards Anabiya who stood glaring daggers near the door."My wife, Anabiya. Anabiya this is the infamous Zaarib Yazdani."

"Aah! Assalamualikum Mrs Zardari." Zaarib respectfully nodded as he smiled gently.

"Walaikum assalam. I prefer, Miss Ibrahim please." Anabiya said through gritted teeth as she elbowed Meezan in the ribs.

She then slowly leaned a little closer as she left her husband wincing in pain.
"You see, Mister Yazdani. My husband here hasn't taken me on our honeymoon, yet. So until then, I am still Ms Ibrahim."

"Anabiya!" Meezan yelped horrified, as he heard what his ridiculous wife was muttering.

The man, let out a hearty chuckle as he patted Meezan on his shoulder.

"Miss Ibrahim it is then. My wife would love meeting you. Do come by tomorrow for dinner. Also, Meezan, it's very bad to keep you wife waiting. Good luck!" Speaking his last pieces of martial wisdom he left the room not before shaking Meezan's hand and shooting Anabiya a friendly smile.

As soon as Zaarib Yazdani left, Anabiya locked the door shut and pushed Meezan, against the wall.

"A-nabiya? What a-are you d-doing?" Meezan quivered as he watched his wife, place her palms on his chest pushing him further against the walk, his back flat against it now.

"Shhh, I am doing what you should have done long ago." She shushed as she leaned closer to him, pulling him down by the collar of his crisp white dress shirt.

"I should have pushed you against a wall and crowded your personal space? But why?!" Meezan cried, puzzled as he raised his hands in the air above his head.

"No, you doofus! Urggh! Shut up and don't you dare open your mouth until I ask you to, Capisce?"Anabiya threatened and she smacked her head in frustration.

How was this man so damn clueless?

"I am sorry, but Ca-What?" Meezan innocently mumbled as he bit down on his bottom lip.

"It---" Anabiya paused as her eyes darted towards Meezan's plump lip that was clenched between his teeth."Means---" she slowly lifted her fingers and grazed it across his velvety lips. This immediately caused the temperature to rise in Meezan's body as he quivered and bit on it even more. "Do you understand?"

Anabiya finally whispered out the last sentence, her eyes darkening as she pulled him down by the collar so that he could reach her height. Meezan was painted crimson just like he always did when he was near her.

She still had her mocha eyes pinned against his lips as her eyes twinkled with unspoken desire, she then slowly looked up locking her eyes with his terrified ones before going back to look at his lips again.

She ploddingly placed her hands on either sides of his face, rubbing gentle circles against his jaw with seduction. Meezan's eyes fluttered close and he started heaving loud breaths.

Anabiya smiled softly as she saw the way his body reacted to their proximity. It made her giddy with joy as she knew he would never react this way with anyone else. His innocence, his blushing face and everything else he did was all for her and her alone to enjoy.

She slowly leaned closer to his ear, her hot breath fanning against his neck, sending waves of unexplainable pleasure down Meezan's spine.

"You either take me on honeymoon this week or I am going alone."

Hearing this Meezan's eyes snapped open, as he felt Anabiya's hot breath trail down to his cheek before her soft silk woven lips touched his burning skin.

A much tormented sigh of pleasure left Meezan's lips as he found himself wrapping his arms around her small back.

It didn't take a genius to figure out as Meezan was left wondering, if a kiss on the cheek felt so ecstastic what would happen to him if the dangerous seductress kissed him on the lips.

He knew in this moment that, whenever that would happen, the whole world would crumble away but he wouldn't be able to pull away.

•••
a/n

Hello mere pyaare Aaalooos!

How did you think the chapter was?

I hope it didn't bore you.

I apologise for the delayed update but life's been busy,lol. I got a dental procedure done and it was very painful so I couldn't update earlier.

Thank you for remaining patient with me.

What do you think is going to happen next?

Will Anabiya go to her honeymoon alone?

How many times do you think Meezan will blush in the next chapter? ;)

Anyways do stick around even if I give painfully slow updates (╥﹏╥)

Byeee
Stay safe
~flawfully