Chapter 25: 9| Naintara

Now that I know you exist

how do I not love you

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Mishal chirped excitedly as her cake turned out good. She was clapping her hands as she was jumping in excitement.

"Bhai, ham tou master chef ho gaye hai. Ham ko Australia MasterChef ke liye audition dena chahiye," Mishal chirped and her brothers rolled their eyes.

(I am a master chef now. I should give an audition for Australia Masterchef)

"Haan Ji. Aap jaake waha ka kitchen bhi barbaad karde. Tumhari Khair nahi hai agar ammi ko pata chala ke tumne unka kitchen kharaab kar diya," Amaan glared at her.

(Of course, so you can also destroy the kitchen there. Mom will not spare if she will come to know that you destroyed her kitchen)

"Itni fikar kyu kar rahe hai aap log? Yeh sab kaam aap log ko hi karna hai. Aakhir aap ke jeeja ka birthday hai," Mishal grinned, and their mouth hung open.

(Why you all are so worried? You all have to do the chores. After all, it's your son in law birthday)

"Bhai hai wo pehle hamare. Tum na zyada udo mat," Ayaan hit her head.

(He is our brother first. Don't be over smart)

"Yeh tou Bhai ke naam se ham masoom logon se kaam nikalwa rahi hai," Faizan added.

(He is taking advantage of us using the brother name)

"Kaamchor," Kamraan said and her mouth gaped open.

(Lazy)

"Aap log itne kharaab hai. Bhabhi hi aakar aap log theek karengi. Ham dua karte hai ke aap log ko aisi biwi mile jo aap log ko bhav tak na de. Tab jaa kar aap log theek honge," Mishal said all while decorating the cake with creme frosting.

(You all are so bad. My future sister-in-law will fix you all. I wish you got a wife who doesn't even value your pride. Then you all will change)

"Kya chal raha hai yaha?" Her tayammi entered the kitchen and asked them.

(What's happening here)

"Ham cake banaa rahe the. Kitchen thoda phail gaya tha. Ham Bhai ko kah rahe the aap log kitchen saaf karde par ye logon ne manaa kar diya. Accha lagta hai ke apni naazuk haathon se kitchen saaf kare," Mishal reasoned and her lips pursued into the pout.

( I was baking a cake. The kitchen has become a disaster and I told them to clean. But they disagree. It doesn't feel right if I will do with my soft hands)

"Meri bacchi. Tum fikar mat karo. Ham kitchen saaf kar denge. Tum jaa kar Hayder ko surprise do. Unhe bohot accha lagega. Baara bajne hi wala hai," Her tayammi reassured her and a smile broke on her face.

(My dear, don't be worried. I will clean it up. Go and surprise Hayder. I am sure he will like it)

"Chalo cake cut karte hai," Faizan said but her tayammi stopped them.

(Let's cut the cake)

"Tum log kaha jaa rahe ho. Mishi ko jaane do. Har jagah tum log ko jaana hota hai," Her tayammi scolded them.

(Let her go. You all don't have to go everywhere)

A chuckle escaped her lips and her brother shoot her a glare.

"Cake bohot mast lag raha hai," Her tayammi smiled.

(It's looking so good)

Faizan scrunches his nose at the melted frosting of the cake.

"Ham cake par Happy Birthday Jaan likh de kya?" Mishal asked innocently and everyone's eyes widen.

(Should I write happy birthday soul on the top of the cake?)

Her brother left from there as they were no longer interested in listening to their munh phatt bahen.

"Jaisa tumhe theek lage," Her tayammi awkwardly said and moved away from there.

(Whatever you like)

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Mishal entered the room with a cake in her hands. Hayder gaze was fixed on his laptop as he was working on a project.

"Happy birthday baby," Mishal chirped in excitement and he scrunches his nose a the endearment.

"Mishal- yeh sab ki zaroorat nahi thi," Hayder awkwardly said as he shut down the laptop.

(You don't have to do that. It's not necessary)

"Aise kaise nahi zaroorat thi? Aakhir hamare mijaazi khuda ka din jo hai aaj," Mishal said and a smile broke on his face.

(How it's not necessary? After all, it's my husband day)

"Shukriya biwi," Hayder gently kissed her knuckles and a blush coated her cheeks.

(Thank you wifey)

"Kitni fikar karti hai aap meri. Kitna khayaal rakhti ho tum mera. Roz nayi tareeke ke words mere like dhoond kar laati ho," Hayder said in a sarcastic tone and her chest swelled in pride.

(You care so much about me. You worry so much about me. You daily find a new endearment for me)

"Ham nahi rahenge tou kya hoga aapka? Ham mar jaayenge tou aap kaise rahenge?" Mishal asked playing with the button of his shirt.

(What you will do without me? How will you if I died someday)

Hayder jaw ticked as pulled her petite figure by her waist. She collided into his chest as he was looking into her deep brown orbs.

"Kyu nahi rahogi tum? Kuch nahi hoga tumhe. Aur tum hamesha mere saath rahogi. Mere dil ke paas rahogi," Hayder glared at her and his hold on her tightened.

(Why won't you live with me? Nothing will happen to you. And you will always be beside me. You will always be near my heart)

"Allah. Aap kitne sensitive hai," Mishal said as guilt was tripping in her tone.

(You are so sensitive)

"Biwi ho tum meri. Tumhare begair mai kaise rahunga? Mai jaanta hoon ke mai tumhare bina itne saal kaise raha tha. Har waqt tumhari yaad aati thi. Aur tum ne kabhi mujhe phone nahi kiya. Tum khush nahi ho iss shaadi se?" Hayder asked as his throat bobbed.

(You are my wife. How will I live without you? I only know how much I have missed you all these years. I always miss you. And you never care to call me. Aren't you happy with our marriage?)

"Aisa...nahi hai. Ham pehle khush nahi the. Ham bohot naadan the. Par abhi ham bohot khush hai. Aap itne acche hai. Hamari itni fikr karte hai. Har cheez ka khayaal rakhte hai. Hamare har ek nakhre uthate hai. Hame aapse kaise mohabbat nahi hoti?" Mishal softly asked as her hands were on his jaw.

(It's not like that. I wasn't happy earlier. I was just so foolish. But I am now very happy. You care so much about me. You carry all my tantrums. How can I not love you?)

Hayder smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his face in the crook of her neck inhaling the warmth of love.

"Let's cut the cake," Mishal chirped in excitement and he chuckled. He cut the cake and feed it to her.

"Thank you so much for the efforts, biwi," Hayder pecked her cheeks, and her cheeks turned beetroot red.

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Hayder put his arms on his eyes as he was trying to block her image from his mind. All he wants to do at that moment is kiss the hell out of her and make love with her all night. He let out a frustrated groan as sleep was nowhere near his eyes.

Hayder heard the clicking of the door and his gaze fell on her timid figure. She was dressed up in a wine color silk robe. She was standing under the dim light as the room was dark. Her lips were painted into a darker shade of red and her brown hair was a cute mess.

Her gaze was lowered on the floor as she was fidgeting with her finger. She was shivering in nervousness as she was feeling insecure about her body in front of him.

"Biwi," Hayder softly said holding her chin as his desirous gaze was fixed on her.

(Wifey)

"Aap kya karne ki koshish kar rahi hai?" Hayder gently asked as their face were inches apart.

(What are you trying to do?)

"I want to be completely yours," Mishal whispered as she shut her eyes.

Hayder cupped her cheeks and place a kiss against her lips.

"Soch lein aap. I won't stop once I start," Hayder said as his voice was turning deep with each passing second.

(You can still think about it)

"Hayder, ham ne soch liya hai. Yeh hamara farz hai," Mishal said and a chuckle escaped his lips.

(I have thought about it. It's my responsibility)

"Biwi, farz ke naam par kya kya karne ka iraada hai?" Hayder asked in an amused tone.

(Wifey, what else you want to do in the name of responsibility)

"Hayder," Mishal whined.

His breath hitched when she put her hands on his jaw softly while looking at him with admiration and love. A moan escaped her lips when he placed his warm lips against her. She closed her eyes as he was savoring her lips.

"Mishal," Hayder groaned and buried his face in her neck. She hissed when he sucks the soft spot on her neck making her the blushing mess.

Mishal bit her lip to control the blush which was forming on her cheeks.

A gasp escaped her lips as the robe fell on the floor exposing her body. Mishal shut her eyes as her cheeks were turning heavier with each passing second. All her insecurities fade away slowly as he gently kissed her forehead.

"You don't have an idea how beautiful you are," Hayder whispered and a tear pricked inside her eyes. He held her shivering body and laid her on the bed.

"Are you sure? Because nothing more to me than your comfort. I won't touch if you are not ready " Hayder asked again as he caressed her cheeks.

Mishal slowly nodded her head while biting her lips.

"When did you bought it?" Hayder asked looking at her with desirous eyes.

"Hamne online order kiya tha. Aap uss din aise aankh phaad phaad dekh rahe the. Hame aap par taras aa gaya tha," Mishal chuckled slowly and he shut her by savoring every inch of her lips.

(I ordered online. You want to see me in that, right? So I bought it)

A tear fell on her cheeks out of pleasure as his fingers were stroking her nipples. She was overwhelmed with desire that she feels like drowning in the ocean of love.

"Are you alright?" Hayder softly asked as he saw tears in her eyes.

"Ham theek hai. Ye tou khushi ke aansu hai. I mean, pleasure one," Mishal said and an amused smile broke on his lips at his naive wife.

(I am alright. It's a happy tear)

"I love you so much," Hayder whispered against her lips.

"I am in love with your naiveness," Hayder added and her cheeks flushed.

Moons and stars hide behind the clouds as the night was filled with love and passion. The couple was blooming in the essence of love for each other.

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"Mishal- subah mehmaan aaye the tumse milne. Par tum tou darwaaza hi nahi khol rahi thi. Kya kar rahi thi tum?" Her mother asked as she serves her the orange juice from the glass jug.

(In the morning, guests have come to meet you. But you weren't the door of your room. What were you doing?)

Aap hi ki demand puri kar rahe the, Mishal muttered under her breath.

(I was fulfilling your wish)

"Ammi- nashta tou karne dijiye," Mishal whined as she was trying to escape the situation.

(Let me have breakfast)

"Iss waqt lunch kiya jaata hai. Khair, tum aaj itni late kyu uthi? Hame mehmaan ke saamne itna kharaab lag raha tha," Her mother shoot her a glare.

(It's a time for lunch. Well, why you woke up late today? I was feeling embarrassed in front of the guest)

"Wo na ham biology ka practical kar rahe the," Mishal lied, and her mother nodded her as she was still unsatisfied with her answer.

(I was doing my biology practical)

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6 months later

Mishal was clad in a multi-color lehenga. She twirled around and looked at herself in the mirror. Her blouse has a mirror work design giving the elegant look. The magenta pink dupattaa was pinned on her shoulder.

Her hair was curled and her makeup was minimal. She had applied a dusky pink color lipstick. The choker necklace and a jhumka were embellished with delicate designs and pearls.

It was a very special occasion. All of her brothers were getting engaged. She was the eklauti and the eldest daughter-in-law. And it comes with responsibility.

"Biwi," Hayder softly said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"MashaAllah," He said and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Ham kaise lag rahe hai?" Mishal asked as she sat on the couch.

(How I am looking?)

"You forgot something," Hayder said as he took out the velvet box from the drawer. A smile broke on her face seeing the paazeb he gave her on their wedding night.

Mishal gently carried her to the lehenga as Hayder sat on his knees. He put her feet on his lap as he was too concentrated on helping to wear the paazeb.

Some things never change.

"Hayder- aaj engagement function mai ham dance karne wale hai. Ham aapko dikhaate hai," Mishal chirped excitedly.

(I am going to dance in the engagement function. Let me show you my dance)

Amusement flick over his lips as she stands in front of him. Hayder sat on the couch and rested his right arm on the support of the couch. He runs his thumb on his lower lips to control the amusing smile which was forming on his lips.

Mishal gently twirled around according to the beat of the rhythm. Her hips swayed as she danced all while doing some actions.

Hayder let out a groan and stopped the music. His gaze was fixed on her perfect curves as he let out a sigh. He pinches the bridge of his nose to calm himself down.

A gasp escaped her lips when he caged into the wall.

"I think I will lose my mind if anyone except me will see you dance like this. You are so irresistible, Mishal," Hayder said in a frustrated tone as his voice was turning husky with each passing second.

"Wo tou ham hai. Aap ko tou seduce bhi nahi karna padta. Aap hamari aankhon mai dekh kar hi fidaa ho jaate hai," Mishal flipped her hair proudly.

(That I am. I don't even have to seduce you. You fall for me even if I stare at you lovingly)

"Mishal," He glared at her and her lips pursued into the pout.

"I hate you, Hayder Mir" Mishal said as she was trying her best to conceal the smile which was forming on her lips

"The feeling is mutual, Mrs. Hayder," Hayder cocked his head as an amused smile is dancing on her lips.

Falling in love is not rational. It's madness. A beautiful, wonderful, moment of magnificent insanity.

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So it was the last chapter👉🏻👈🏻

I will try to upload the epilogue soon. Tbh, I am already missing them🥺❤

Let me tell you something about myself. The Mishal character was inspired by myself😌

I am the real Mishal only to the people I am close with🙈😂❤

And the original plot of this story was for Qurbat. But I didn't add the scene of the party in the Qurbat. I didn't want to stretch that story and I wanted to keep it lighthearted.

And also, I have made some reels and post for our Mishal and Hayder on my Instagram. Make sure to check it out.

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-Faraal