tere muhabbat ki hifazat kuch is tarah ki humne
ke jab kisi ne dekha to nazar jhuka li humne
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A bride sat on the bed, her silver lehenga lined with stunning mothis and laces, spread around the entirety of the king size bed. Her silky brunette tresses were neatly twisted into a crown braid, as a similar net dupatta laid fleeting across her face, waiting for her groom, to do the honours of lifting it.

The bride let out a puff of exaggerated air, as she mindlessly checked her henna painted hands, her eyes slowly scanning over the intricate patterns before stopping at one particular. Aaban.

The name was safely entwined and hidden in a series of motifs and was supposed to be discovered by her ex-fiance.

A chuckle left her mouth much like the time when her horrified and aggravated Abba, informed her of how her ex-fiance had run away and was nowhere to be found, this evening before their nikkah.

The catastrophe had been the best thing that could've happened to her until her parents decided to get her married to the Spawn of Satan. Her Dearest Husband.

"Haan! Haan! ese hi haste-haste tumne hum dono ke raste kaat diye. Aur Haso." Speak of the devil and the devil is summoned, her husband, Azlan Sikander, drew her out of her thoughts as he stood at the frame of the door, his muscular veiny arms crossed over his chest as the jacquard black kurta stretched deliciously over his shoulders.

(Yes! Yes! Like this only you laughed and made both of us get caught in this trap, Laugh all you want.)

Scrunching her nose in disgust, as if someone had puked all over her life, quite literally, she threw back her wanna-be net veil. As she raised her henna printed fore-finger in his direction.

"Ab aap zyati kar rahe hai, Azlan Bhai."
(Now you being injust, Azlan brother.)

The man visibly flinched back as he closed his eyes for a brief moment, almost pained, before he started taking slow steps towards the bed where she sat.

"Zyati to mere saath hui hai. Kisne kaha tha tumhe chaval ki raani jaise hasne ko? Humare Abba Jaan ko lagaa arey, mere pyaare dost ki beti sadme se paagal ho chuki hai, chalo apne ek laute bete ki shaadi isse karwa dein." Azlan seethed through his teeth as he ran his and through his lucious black locks.

(Injustice happened with me, who told you to laugh out loud like the queen of idiots? My beloved father thought "oh my dear friend's daughter has lost her mind because of the shock. Come on let me marry my only son to her.)

"I was laughing because i was fricking happy i didn't have to get married anymore, Azlan Bhai. Marrying you is a straight nightmare."

"Zyva.." He dragged her name through gritting teeth as he towered over her body.

"Je-e" The girl shivered clearly intimidated by the huge man, but trying her best to put on a brave face.

"If you ever so utter that word from your mouth ever again, god so help me, I'll do something horrifying." He whispered dangerously close, his hot breath fanning over her cheeks as he tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

Zyva gulped closing her eyes tightly, her cheeks heating up red.
"W-what word?"

The girl was testing dangerous waters, A smirk curled up at the corner of his lips as he brushed his lips ever so slightly against her ear lobe, causing her to shiver visibly.
"You know what word, sweetheart. Don't provoke the beast."

Saying that Azlan leaned back sitting down near the foot of the bed, near her spread out lehenga. He admired her flustered face the cause of his own doing until, she fluttered her eyes open.

"What is wrong with you?!" Zyva yelped as she glared daggers at him, dragging her legs towards her chest.

"Tch Tch, Bado se aese baat karte hai, Zyva? Wo bhi apne shohar se? Gandi baat." The man said, lying down on the bed horizontally with an arm supporting his head, as his legs hung out, giving him a perfect view of the beauty on his bed.

(You talk to your elders like this? That too with your husband? Bad girl.)

"Aap mante hai is shaadi ko?!" The girl snarled as she prepared to get up from the bed, being in close proximity with this obnoxious man always rendered her flustered or dysfunctional.

(You believe in this marriage?)

"Shaadi to ho gayi hai, Ab manna hi padega na? Majbooran hi sahi." Azlan sighed throwing his head back and lying flat, as he stared at the ceiling.

(Now we are married. Now I have to believe only. Even if it's by helplessness)

"Ohh Majbooran? Nahi karni thi na phir aapne?! Mere sir par ek bojh ban gaye." Zyva glared at the man as she got up from the bed gathering all the excess material from her lehenga in her fists.

(Helplessness? You shouldn't have married me then! You have become a huge liability on my head now.)

"Ohh Bibi, Mein aur boj?! Maine ek ehsaan kiya hai tum par. Us nikkamme, Aaban ki replacement karke. Bali ka Bakra to mein bana hoon!" He jerked up from the bed, his face turning red from anger and humiliation.

(Madam, you are calling me a liability? I did a favour on you by being that useless Aaban's replacement. I am the scape goat here)

"Ehsaan?!" Zyva scoffed, dropping the excess lehenga fabric in her hands, and shooting daggers at the man. "Kyu kiya ehsaan? Aap to mujhe pasand bhi nahi karte."

(Why did you do such a favour? You don't even like me!)

"Taras aa gaya tha! Pagal kutte ne kaat liya tha!" Azlan yelled as his eyes drifted towards her fiery onyx ones, that were always so hell bent on challenging him.

(I felt pity for you, a rabies infected dog had bitten me!)

"Kaash un do ladkiyon ko bhi taras aa jata aap par, jinhone aapse engagement todi!" Zyva roared back, her tiny nose turning red from anger.

(God, if only the two girls who broke their engagement off with you, pitied you!)

"You did not just say that!" Azlan muttered infuriated through a clenched jaw, as he grabbed Zyva's arm pulling her towards his chest.
Both their gazes gleaming with flaming fire.

"Ohh I just did, Azlan Bhai!" Zyva screeched, jutting her head high trying to match his height but failing terribly. Chests touching so close that they could hear each other's fast heartbeat.
"Samajhte kya hai khud ko aap?!"

(What do you think of yourself?!)

"Zyva.. " His voice trailed hotly as he bore his eyes into her skull, his fingers caressing her smooth milky fair arms causing her to shiver at the sensation.
"Zehar lagti hai tumhari harkatein mujhe."

(Your actions are seem like poison to me)

"G-ood..." Zyva gulped as she refused to back down and glared back at him. "Aap jaise Zehreele aadmi ke liye bilkul perfect."

(For a poisonous man, it's perfect then)

Smirking at her attitude, Azlan took a step backward, his hands somehow already craving to get hold of her pillowy skin.
"Aag ke saath khel rahi ho, ladki. Jalke khaank hone waali ho."

(You are playing with fire, girl. You are going to burn to ashes.)

"Ohh saste shaayr, ye sab kahi aur jaakar kahein, paise to milenge aapko. Mujhpe ye aadhi adhoori dhamkiyan nahi chalti." Saying these last words, the spitfire of a girl stormed into the bathroom her lehenga clutched in her palms.

(Oh cheap poet, go and say all this to someone else. Atleast you'll get money. These half witted threats of yours won't work on me.)

Azlan ran a hand through his hair in frustration. What terrible trap has he fallen into?!
Zyva Qureshi was the last person he had expected to get married to. She was everything he didn't want in his life partner. Immature, Loud, Impatient and Untidy.

Her immaturity was already starting to rub on him like a plague. Why was he even arguing with her? He should've been the mature one among them. But, the girl always managed to rub him off in the wrong way!

Grabbing hold of his night clothes, he sauntered out of the room to his attached walk in office. After changing out of his wedding attire, he walked back to the room in which they were staying, mentally deciding to have a civil conversation with her. She was his wife and he was her husband. As much as they each hated being in this relationship there wasn't much that could be done except adjusting.

Reaching the room, he found that she was still in the bathroom. Sighing he eyed the bed wearily, how was this night going to pass?

Just then, the bathroom door opened, revealing his wife in all her exposed glory. She wore floral black shorts paired up with a satin velvet black camisole shirt. The top three buttons of her shirt open, almost teasingly, giving him a view of her creamy bosom and her long curvy legs went on for days, good enough to make him forget how to breathe.

"Zyva!" Azlan whisper yelled as he stumbled back in shock, the back of his legs hitting the foot of the bed.

"What?! I can't sleep in salwar kameez, now can I? It's very hot." She retorted, her cheeks turning red as she moved to the dressing table picking up her moisturizer, that was already unpacked.

Azlan remained mute as his eyes scanned her body in ways he had never done before, it felt as if his whole existence was on fire. The swell of her chest, the way her free hair fell on her shoulders and the small mole that itched the side of her neck, tempting him in ways he hadn't imagined.

Walking toward the bed, clearly avoiding him, Zyva picked up a pillow and threw it on the couch, causing his eyes to widen before she herself slipped inside the bed, shunning him of her exposed view.

"What are you doing? If you think I am going to sleep on the couch, being all courteous, when I have a bed, then you are clearly mistaken." Azlan said, coming back to his senses away from her trace.

Zyva shot up from the bed, her body jerking with anger.
"Fine, suit yourself!"

Walking towards the couch she picked up the pillow and proceeded to move towards the door. This caused, Azlan to become cautious as he quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her to himself.

"What do you think you are doing?!" He whispered yelled, his eyes attempting to trail a little further down her face.

"I am going to sleep somewhere else."

"Where exactly? And in this condition?"

"I was thinking of going to Ammar's room. He'll definitely let me sleep on the bed. " Zyva murmured innocently, fluttering her eyelashes at him. Ammar was his brother.

Fuck! The thought of anyone seeing her like this angered him so much that it knew no bounds.

"Have you lost your mind, Zyva?! Shaadi ke pehle to tum mein sharam aur haya thi, ab kya ho gaya hai? You'll leave this bloody room over my dead body."

(Before marriage you had so much innocence and shyness, what has happened now?)

"Shohar ke samne bhi sharam-hayaa karni pade to shaadi ka fayda hi kya! Aur mujhe to aesa khadoos shohar mila hai, tauba" Zyva grunted putting her hands on his firm chest, as he eyed her with a certain possessiveness.

(What is the use of getting married if in front of my husband also I'll have to be shy and disciplined? And I have gotten such a ignorant husband, god forbid.)

"Chup karjao ladki!" He shushed her, grabbing her chin with one hand as her puffy cheeks spilled out from above his hands, her mouth turning in a 'o' shape.
(Shut up, girl)

Fuck! Azlan, cursed his fate as his eyes lingered on the wretched girl's features. Zyva was an unpredictable minx, who would go to the ends of hell, just to make him suffer and he didn't want to test her abilities.

He loosened his grip on her chin, as he let out a tiresome sigh. Grabbing the pillow from her hand, he walked towards the couch and swung his body on it, it was seemingly already too small for his huge frame.

Silently lying down on it, he looped his forearm over his eyes, as his legs dangled out from one side. The night could'nt get any worse now could it?
But it certainly did.

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Azlan woke up in the middle of the night, his body shooting bouts of pain from sleeping on the couch and to make it much worse the room was freezing like it was fucking Antarctica.

He got up gritting his teeth in anger, his eyes barely open, he eyed the girl curled up warmly on his bed with hatred.
Looking at her made him want drop her off the highest building in the city, how dare she ruin his sleep?

Looking for the air conditioner remote his drowsy eyes wandered across the room but to no avail it was nowhere to be found. He soon gave up, his bed seemed too inviting, to resist, even if the minx was in it.

He slowly slipped right inside his warm covers, leaving space between them he drifted off to sleep.

Soon the morning light poured into the room, the room still feeling as though it was a part of the coldest regions in the world. The couple to seek warmth off each other had unconsciously wrapped themselves like a twine on each other's bodies.

Zyva was pressed against Azlan's chest as his arm lay underneath her head while the other draped around her bare waist, the flimsy fabric of her camisole had ridden over her waist. She had her legs caged in between his.

The door started banging like it was the end of the world while simultaneously both their phones were ringing, the couple however only snuggled closer to each other not even flinching. Both of them were extremely heavy sleepers as it came.

"Azlan Bhai! Zyva Bhabhi! It's 12. Mumma is calling you both down!" Called a voice from the other side of the door, causing Azlan to finally twitch his lips in annoyance as he yelled back. "Mumma yaar, give me ten more minutes."

This foreign voice, had somehow stirred Zyva from her sleep as well as she reached her had hand unconsciously in sleep and touched Azlan's face, trying to understand who it was, unfortunately sticking her long fingers in his closed eye.

Azlan groaned and sat upright in pain, Zyva still wrapped around his body. She couldn't care less as she continued snuggling into the warmth of his body.

"Zyva!" Azlan screeched almost fully awake now as he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her into his lap, while his other hand rubbed his eye lid.

Zyva also somehow had taken a hint of not being in the comfort of her bed and with her worst enemy and jerked awake as she felt his warm fingers against the skin of her sensitive waist.
Gasping lightly she lifted her head slightly meeting with the gaze if the man whose lap she was royally seated into like a cat.

His dark beard and plump read lips so close to her face as his uninjured eye stares down at her with annoyance.
The compromising situation they were in finally coming to reality as the person banged on the door once again.

"Don't tell me you guys are still sleeping, atleast darwaza to kholein, Mumma ne breakfast bhijwaya hai."

Zyva quickly moved away scandalised, wincing as the cold biting a/c air met her skin, the warmth Azlan's body had provided long gone.

"A-ap co-uch.." She stared looking at him accusingly, but he got up abruptly and started walking towards the door.

"Konse gadhey baich ke soye hue hai ye dono, meri zindagi azaab ban--" The person on the other side of the door, Ammar, was ranting but was cut off seeing his brother open the door with a glare.

(Which donkeys did these two sell and sleep? My life has become a living hel--)

"What is it?!" Azlan grumbled angrily as he eyed his younger brother.

"Nai nai, aap aur 5 ghante so lein, mein yahi khada hoon aapka nastha lekar." Ammar whined back sarcastically as he held the trolley containing the assortment of breakfast items.

(No no, you sleep for another 5 hours, i am waiting her only at your service with your breakfast.)

"Oye chup, Ek kaan ke neeche thappad khayega" Azlan crunched his nose grabbing the trolley from him.

(Shut up, you'll get a slap under your ear.)

"Kaam waali bana rakha hai mujhe, kaam waali ki bhi izzat hoti hai meri to wo bhi nahi hai." Ammar cried as he tired around on his heels, ready to walk away.

(Everyone has made me their female maid, atleast the female made has respect, i don't have evn that.)

"Kaam waala hai tu Ammar, gender kyu change kar raha hai." Azlan snickered as he drew the trolley inside and closed the door behind him before Ammar could reiterate.

(You are a male maid, why are you changing the gender.)

Looking inside his room his shoulders sagged, it was a mess just like his state of mind, and the cause of the mess was nowhere to be seen.

He gathered up the fallen sheets, and took his own clothes to change not before praying for a little patience and maturity to deal with the hurricane of a girl.

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