Wo bohot ghabra gayi thi. Rameez use itna ghoor ke dekh raha tha ke uski jaan uske halak main atki thi. Bechari Amal apni aap ko kos rahi thi. dil bohot tez dhadak raha tha. Usne tou mann main pehla kalma bhi padh liya tha.
"Aap hame aise kyu ghoor rahe hai? Hamne kya kiya hai?" Amal whined as she tries to escape from there but he caged her into the wall.
"Amal," He glared and her words stuck in her throat. She clutched her dupatta in her fist as she felt his hot breath curling against her.
Her lips wobbled when he leaned against her. He gently pushed away from her luscious brown hair to her other shoulder.
Her breath hitched when he wrapped his arms around her waist causing her to collide into his chest.
"Why would you do that?" Rameez whispered in her ear as his lips were caressing her earlobes.
"Isme hamari koi galati nahi hai. Allah ne husn diya hai aapko. Tou ladkiya to attract hongi. Aap ne hi sabko apna mahbub banaa diya apne husn se," Amal accused him and he raised his eyebrows.
"So you find me handsome?" He smirked.
"Zaahir hain. Ab hame jhoot bol kar jahanam main nahi jaana. You are handsome but not my type," she scoffed at the last sentence and he snorted.
"Then what's your type?" Rameez frowned at her words.
"Banda handsome ho. Dil ka accha ho. Namazi ho. Amir nahi rahega tou bhi chalega. Khadoos tou bilkul bhi na ho. Aur wo har baat main ghoore nahi aapki tarah," He scoffed at her words.
"Phir tou tumhe mere saath rahne ki aadat daal leni chahiye," He smirked and she raised her eyebrows.
"Itna gussa mat kara kariye aap. Koi apni ladki nahi dega aapko," Amal crossed her arms over her chest and explained to him in a soft tone.
"Koi chahiye bhi nahi," Rameez averted his gaze away as his jaw tightened.
"Hain? Zindagi bhar ko kuware rahne ka iraada hai. Umar nikal jaayegi na tou koi ladki nahi milegi. Phir sar pakad royenge aap," She tch and he scrunched his nose at her words.
"Shut up Amal. Itni fuzool baat tumhare dimaag main aati kaha se hain?" Rameez glared.
"Fuzool? Aap ko yeh sab fuzool lagta hai. Siyasat ke chakkar mein abhi tak aap kuware baithe hai. Mumani Jaan aapke liye itna pareshan hoti hai. Unhe bhi tou aapke baccho ko khilana hai. Hamari bhi tou khwaish hai aapke baccho ko khilane ki. Aapki shaadi main bohot mazaa karne ki. Maine tou mere bhatije ko bohot laad main rakhna hai. Aapko pata hai mujhe bacche bohot pasand hai. Aap jaldi se shaadi kar le aur settle ho jaaye. I am so excited about it. Ek aur baat, bacha karne main late mat karna. Waise bhi bohot waqt nikal gaya. I am tired of being the youngest one here," Amal pouted as she ranted about his family planning.
"Ya Allah. Main bhi kitni paagal hu. Main kuch bhi bolti hoon. Aapko jou karna ho wo kariye. Astagfirullah, main aainda aapke maamle main nahi bolne wali," she added putting her palm over her mouth.
"What the fuck! Zara hosh bhi hai tumhe ki tum kabse kya bakwas kiye jaa rahi ho. Bilkul munh bandh. Duniya bhar ki fuzool baat tou tumhare dimag main rahti hai. Padhai main dhyaan do warna mujhse bura koi nahi hoga," Rameez snapped as his eyes were blazing fire.
"So your marriage is fuzool accord-" Her words died down her throat when he pulled her by the waist.
A shiver ran down her spine when she felt his hot breath curling against her. Her cheeks flushed when he run the tip of his nose along her slender neck.
"Tum meri biwi ho?" Rameez asked in a low voice as his voice thickened.
Amal's cheeks turned beetroot red as she shook her head vigorously.
"Meri mohabbat ho tum?" He softly asked tucking her hair behind her ear.
She shooked her head.
"Tou shaadi kar lo mujhse. Saath main mil kar bacche paida karenge. Waise bhi tumhe bacche bohot pasand hai," Rameez taunted as he pulled apart.
Amal look at her palm as her cheeks were flushed in embarrassment.
"Astagfirullah. No. Ham naadani main kai dafa kuch aisi baat kar jaate hai jou ham baad main bohot regret karte hai. I am sorry," Amal said as guilt was filled in her tone.
"Nahi. Tum discusses kar lo. Main kuch nahi kahunga," He said in a sarcastic tone.
"Allah. Galati ho gayi. Ab kya jaan lenge hamari," she whined and he let out a chuckle.
"You still didn't answer. Why do you tell your friend that I am in love with Bushra? For God's sake, she is my cousin and she is like my sister. You don't know even how much your words affected my political life. Everyone thinks that I am engaged to her and they made news out of it. This rumor is spread across the whole damn state because of you," Rameez glared raking his fingers through his hair in frustration.
"Allah, hame kya pata tha ke itna hungama ho jaana hai. Ham tou bass aapki meera se jaan chhudwana chah rahe the" Amal softly replied chewing on her bottom lips.
"Thank you so much for the help," He said with sarcasm filled in his tone.
"Shaadi kar le aap unse. Sab masla solve ho jaayega. Wo bohot acchi hai. Sab sahi ho jaayega," she chirped in excitement and was cut off by his deadly glare.
"Shut up Amal," Rameez pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Aap mujhe kya gussa dikha rahe hai? Isme meri kya galati ke aapne har jagah aashiq paal rakhe hai," Amal taunted crossing her arms over her chest and his mouth gaped open.
"Ek tou tumhara jou munh hai. Mann karta hai taala laga kar chaabi phenk du kahi," He scrunched his nose.
"Sorry," Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
"Why you have taken Bushra's name? Isse behtar tou tum apna naam le leti," Rameez snorted.
"Hain? Kyu? Mujhe aapki hazaar mahbuba ki baddua khane ka koi shouk nahi hai. Astagfirullah," Amal said in bewilderment.
"Kuch nahi hota," He shrugged his shoulder.
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Mohabbat tou khud ek imtihaan hain jahaa mahbub apne jazbaat ko parakhta hai. Uss bechare ko dil tou apne mohabbat ke liye tadapta hai, machalta hai. Yeh tou ek azmaish hain jahaa har insaan apne dil saaf kar ke nayi zindagi ki shuruwat karta hai. Mohabbat tou logon ko khaak kar deti hain. Kuch logon ko dewaana banaa deti hai tou kuch logon ko khud parast. Par jiska dil moum ka hou wo tou ishq parast ho jaata. Wo ishq main kuch iss tarah fanaa ho jaata ke har raaste sahi hota. Har manzil sahi hoti hai. Har faisla sahi hota. Kyunki mahbub apna har faisla apne rab par chhod deta hai. Wo apne rab ke har faisla ko qubool kar deta. Allah tou bohot rahem karne wala hai. Wo kabhi apne bando ko mayoos nahi karta.
Usse tou behtar ki tamanna hoti hai. Par Allah usse behtareen se nawaazta hai.
Amal chewed down her bottom lips as she was fidgeting with her finger in nervousness. Her black dupatta was on her head gracefully while she was wearing a loose black kurti and cigarette pants.
"Pagal itna nervous kyu ho? Itne acche marks aaye hai tumhaare. Bhai bohot khush honge. Lemme call him and give him the good news," Faham pulled her cheeks as he saw her all emotionally nervous.
"Nahi. Ham khush hai. Aap unko call mat kariye. Meeting main honge woh," Amal said fiddling with her dupatta.
"Wo tumhare liye siyasat chhod sakte hain. Tum meeting ki baat karti ho," He scoffed dialing his number.
Faham gave her the phone and her hands were shaking.
"Amal," He gently whispered her name as emotions were filled in his tone.
"Meri Amal," A soft smile caressed his lips as he said those words from his heart.
"Rameez," Tears filled in her eyes as she gulped down.
"Main ghar aa raha hoon," Rameez smiled knowing that she can't share her biggest achievement over the phone.
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"I am so proud of you, meri jaan. Meri sukoon. Meri Amal," Rameez murmured rubbing her shoulder in a comforting way. He placed a kiss on the crown of her head as his chest swelled in pride.
"Thank you," she nodded as a grateful smile played across her lips.
"Tumhe pata hai tum bohot choti jab phupho tumhe yaha le kar aayi. Itni pyaari aur khoobsurat ke dil karta tha ke tumhe puri duniya se bachau. Mann karta tha ke tumhe apne baahon mein chhupa du. Tumhare naam ki tarah tum bhi meri zindagi main ek umeed ki tarah aayi thi. A hope. Tumhe dekh kar mujhe bohot himmat aur sukoon milta hai. Tum meri umeed ho. Tumhe pata bhi nahi hain ke tum ne meri zindagi kis tarah haseen banaa di. Allah kare ke mere haq ki har khushi aur kamyaabi tumhare naseeb main ho jaaye. Because you deserve every best thing, Amal. And you are the best thing that ever happened in my life," Rameez looked into her eyes which were filled up with emotions. He cupped her cheeks and slowly caressed them with his fingers. Their forehead was touching while he wiped the lone tear that escaped her eyes.
"Mere paas alfaaz nahi hain batane ke liye mere dil main aapke liye kitni izzat hai. Aap bohot acche insaan hai. Aur main dua karti hoon ke Allah aapko har khushi nawaaze jiske aap haqdaar hai," Amal said in a determined tone poking her fingers on his chest. Tears stained her cheeks and her nose turned red.
"Amal. Mein siyasat mein hoon. Meri zindagi ka koi bharosa nahi hai," Rameez held her hand and softly said those words which tugged her heart.
Her twisted word and she felt a pang in her chest.
"Aap aise kyu bol rahe hai?" Amal buried her face in his chest as she said with a fear laced in her tone.
"Amal. Main kuch galat nahi kah raha hoon. Mere jaan ke hazaar dushman hai baher. Iss wajah se main ghar tou nahi baith sakta na. Allah na kare agar mujhe kuch ho gaya tou tumhara kya hoga. I want you to be safe and secure. I want you to stand on your feet and face the world. Never be dependent on anyone, not even me. Fight your own battle, love. Kabhi kisi pe itna bharosa mat karna. Ya kisi pe depend mat rahna. Jou logon ka khud ka thikana nahi, wo tumhe kya mahfuz rakhenge," Rameez stroked her cheeks with his cold fingers, and she clutches his palm to her cheeks.
Salty tears were escaping down her eyes as she kissed his palm softly afraid from letting him go ever.
Little she did not know that she has fallen for this man very deeply.
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I want Rameez in my lifeðâ¤
He is so supportive and dominating at the same time.
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-Faraal