14 - Wife mode activate.

Kitni mehnat lagti hai yaar ye sab sochne mai. Mera toh dimag ka dahi ho gaya hai.

Me when I run out of ideas :

One year later.

"Kahan marr gayi ho, GULEY!!!" Zoya's voice boomed, echoing through the room, and Guley hurriedly entered, clutching a bottle of oil in her hand. Zoya sat on the bed, once shared with her beloved husband but now occupied by her two-year-old son, Mustakeem, who was her entire world.

"Maazrat bibi ji, mai bas aa he rahi thi," Guley apologized, her tone contrite as she stood before Zoya.

Zoya shot her a sharp look, her head throbbing with pain. "Aise konse kaam mai phas gayi thi, aadhe ghante se bula rahi hu?" she demanded, her voice tinged with frustration.

"Ji wo Aynoor bibi school se aagyi thi na, aaj unke aur Yazdaan baba k imtehaan khatam ho chuke hai na toh bas unhe khana paroos rahi thi," Guley explained, providing every detail of the situation. Zoya's expression darkened with anger at the mention of Aynoor's name.

"Tumhare ilawa koi hai nahi kya waha?" Zoya's voice cut through the air, laced with bitterness, and Guley flinched at the sharpness of her tone.

"Chote Khan ka hukum hai k choti bibi k saare kaam mai he karu," Guley explained, her voice trembling slightly. Zoya's envy towards Aynoor was palpable, both for her devoted husband and her blossoming beauty.

"Haa haa thik hai tum mere sarr mai maalish kardo mera sar phat raha hai," Zoya ordered curtly, and Guley obediently began massaging her head, hoping to alleviate some of her mistress's discomfort.

Five minutes passed in silence, broken only by the soothing rhythm of Guley's hands working through Zoya's hair. Eventually, Guley couldn't resist the urge to break the silence.

"Bibi ji, kuch araam mila?" she ventured cautiously, hoping to gauge Zoya's mood.

Zoya nodded slightly, her anger slightly tempered by the massage. "Mustakeem k kuch kapde hai yaha dho dena. Tum khud dhona kissi aur pe mujhe bharosa nahi," she instructed, her gaze softening as she looked at her son.

Guley smiled warmly at Mustakeem before replying, "Ji bibi ji," and Zoya let out a sigh, feeling a small sense of relief settle over her.

"Tumne doctor se appointment li thi?" Zoya inquired, her tone softer now, and Guley paused in her ministrations, her expression filled with sorrow.

"Ji, gaye thy hum waha lekin doctor sahab ne bola k na mujh mai aur naa he mere miya mai koi dikkat hai. Bas qismat ki baat hai," Guley replied, her voice heavy with disappointment. Zoya let out a sigh, her heart aching for her loyal servant.

"Ye toh bohat achi baat hai, Guley. Allah pe bharosa rakhna wo tumhe aulaad ataa kar he dega," Zoya said gently, her words filled with reassurance. Despite her own struggles and frustrations, Zoya recognized the importance of faith and hope in times of despair.

Zoya wasn't inherently malicious; she was simply struggling to find happiness amidst her own challenges and setbacks. She longed for the joy of motherhood herself, understanding the deep desire every woman harbors to experience the unconditional love of a child.

Guley smiled warmly, realizing that Zoya wasn't as cold-hearted as she often portrayed herself to be. Despite her envy towards Aynoor, there was still goodness in her heart.

"Ek baat kahu bibi? Agar aap bura na maanein toh?" Guley asked tentatively, seeking permission to speak her mind. Zoya nodded, granting her approval with a slight inclination of her head.

"Chote Khaan aur Aynoor bibi ki jodi kitni sohni lagti hai na? Mujhe toh lagta hai dono ko Rabb ne ek dusre k liye he banaya hai," Guley remarked, her smile genuine as she expressed her admiration for the bond between Almeer and Aynoor. Zoya couldn't deny the truth in her words, though it pained her to acknowledge it.

"Bass hogya. Jao tum kaam pe lago," Zoya replied sternly, her demeanor shifting back to its usual coldness as she dismissed Guley. Guley nodded respectfully and left the room, leaving Zoya to ponder the complexities of her life.

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"Bhabhi, maa aur Guley kahan hai?" Almeer inquired as he entered the living room, his hunger evident after a long day of work in the fields. He had just returned, having skipped lunch to pick up Aynoor and Yazdaan himself.

Zoya glanced at Almeer, her gaze momentarily drawn to the bouquet of lotuses in his hand. The sight only fueled her bitterness towards Aynoor, and she felt a surge of resentment.

"Mai nahi jaanti," she replied curtly, her tone laced with hostility. Almeer nodded, sensing her mood, and made his way towards the kitchen.

To his surprise, the kitchen was empty, devoid of any workers. Almeer felt a pang of distress; cooking for Aynoor when no family member was around was manageable, but now with Zoya present, he couldn't possibly cook alone in the kitchen.

He returned from the kitchen and hesitantly addressed Zoya, his hunger palpable. "Bhabhi, aap please khana laga dengi?" he requested, hoping she would assist him with his meal.

Zoya's response was laced with sarcasm. "Kyu? Tumhari biwi kahan hain?" she retorted, her tone sharp with disdain. Almeer took a deep breath, preparing himself for the exchange that was about to unfold.

"Ab yaha Noori ka zikar kaha se aaya?" he questioned, trying to divert the conversation away from Aynoor. Zoya chuckled mockingly, reveling in her opportunity to antagonize him.

"Shayad aap nahi jaante Almeer sahab, Khana paroosne se lekar shohar k har kaam ka khayal uski biwi rakhti hai. Lekin yaha toh aap ki badnaseebi pe mujhe reham aata hai," she taunted him, her words dripping with scorn. Almeer sighed, feeling the weight of her bitterness.

"Bhabhi aap jaanti hai, Noori ko ye sab kaam nahi aate," he replied, attempting to remind her of Aynoor's limitations. Despite his efforts, he knew that Zoya's resentment towards Aynoor ran deep, and he braced himself for her continued animosity.

She scoffed at his response, her tone condescending. "Almeer, jab wo yaha aayi thi tab wo bachi thi, lekin ab wo badi ho rahi hai. Aur agar ab wo tumhara khayal nahi karegi toh kon karega?" Her words struck a chord with Almeer, acknowledging the truth in her statement. However, he was still reluctant to burden Aynoor with his responsibilities.

Realizing that he wouldn't be getting any food until dinner, Almeer turned to leave, his stomach growling in protest. Zoya, seeing his discomfort, stood up and offered to prepare his meal. "Aajo, mai khana laga deti hu, lekin bas aaj, kal se apni biwi ko apne saare kaam samjha dena," she said sternly, emphasizing the need for Almeer to rely on Aynoor for assistance.

Almeer, however, was already on his way to his room, feeling defeated by the situation. "Nahi, rehne dein. Mujhe nahi khana," he replied, his resolve firm as he retreated to his room.

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"Khan, aap aagye?" Aynoor exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as Almeer entered the room. His smile mirrored hers as he looked at her. She had grown a little since last year, her stature slightly taller, her figure filling out in all the right places. Her milky white skin seemed to glow with an ethereal beauty, and Almeer couldn't help but feel grateful for the treasure he had in her.

"Noori, tumne ye kya haal karliya hai?? Ye tumhari aankhon ko kya hua hai?" Almeer inquired, noticing her red eyes. Aynoor sheepishly smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly as she responded, "Mai soo rahi thi, abhi abhi uthi hu."

Almeer shook his head in mild exasperation, but his heart melted at the sight of her. He extended the bouquet of lotuses towards her, his voice gentle as he said, "'Ye aap k liye mohtarma." Aynoor's smile widened as she accepted the bouquet, pressing a kiss on one of the lotus blooms. Almeer couldn't help but admire her, feeling an overwhelming sense of adoration for his wife.

Aynoor gracefully arranged the lotus flowers in the vase on their tea table, adding a touch of freshness to the room. Meanwhile, Almeer headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. Aynoor took the opportunity to tidy up, fetching room slippers for him and stowing away his shoes in the cabinet before settling on the couch.

Almeer emerged from the bathroom with damp hair, signaling that he had indeed taken a bath. He casually tossed the towel onto the bed, prompting Aynoor to playfully scold him, "KHAN!!!! Comforter geela hojaaye ga."

Ignoring her protests, he sauntered towards her, his gaze intense as he stood before her without a word. Aynoor, puzzled by his silence and intense stare, couldn't help but inquire, "Kya hua?" as she met his unwavering gaze.

Her heart raced as she gazed at Almeer standing tall before her, clad in a black t-shirt and grey trousers. His figure seemed more robust than before, perhaps a result of his regular workouts, which only added to his allure. His wavy locks, now damp from the shower, occasionally released droplets of water, causing Aynoor's heart to flutter uncontrollably. Yet, it was his eyes that truly captivated her-a mesmerizing shade of electric blue that seemed to hold the entire universe within them. If asked what she loved most about Almeer, Aynoor would undoubtedly mention his eyes. She found solace in them, seeing her own reflection mirrored back in those blue depths.

"Utho," Almeer's groggy voice broke through her reverie, bringing Aynoor back to reality.

"Kahan?" Aynoor inquired, but Almeer simply pulled her softly by the hand and guided her to the bed.

"Baitho," he ordered, and she complied, taking a seat.

Almeer laid his head on her lap, and Aynoor understood his silent request. "Sir, mai dard hai?" she asked gently, her fingers already beginning to stroke his hair. He sighed in response to the soothing touch.

"Hmmmmmmmmm.." he murmured, and she smiled, continuing to massage his head with tenderness and care.

Feeling a sense of relief wash over him, Almeer reached for her right hand and pressed a kiss to her fingertips. "Your hands work like magic," he remarked with a smile playing on his lips.

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A puff of smoke dissipated into the air, accompanied by a heavy sigh. He knew he was only worsening his situation, but he couldn't resist the allure of smoking. It offered a fleeting escape from his troubles, and for now, that was enough.

"Yazdaan, are you smoking again?" Kiara's voice cut through the haze of his thoughts, her expression reflecting a mix of concern and disapproval. He chose not to dignify her question with a response, instead letting silence linger between them.

"Will you ever tell me what's going on with you?" she pressed, stepping closer to him. He turned to face her, taking in her petite frame and unruly curls. There was a sense that she was here for him, yet he found himself unable to muster any real interest in her.

They were at a hotel for a school dinner party, an event he had attended to escape the confines of home. Aynoor had declined to join them, likely due to her Khan's restrictions. Now, he found himself grappling with his inner turmoil in the presence of this girl who seemed to care.

"Tumhare pass mere aagy peeche ghoomne k ilaawa koi kaam nahi hai?" he asked, his eyes tracing the patterns of clouds in the sky as he took another drag from his cigarette. It seemed like a casual inquiry, yet his tone hinted at something deeper, perhaps a hint of frustration or annoyance.

"We are friends, Yazdaan. You are not like this with Aynoor, toh mere saath tum itne rude kyu ho?" she questioned, her words tinged with a mix of confusion and hurt.

"Don't compare yourself with Aynoor. You can never be her," Yazdaan replied, his voice carrying a hint of bitterness. It was a sharp retort, cutting through the air like a knife, leaving Kiara momentarily stunned.

"How can you..." Kiara started, her voice trailing off as Yazdaan interrupted her with a chuckle.

"She would never chase any guy like you are. You are desperate, Kiara. All I feel for you is sympathy," he remarked, his words landing like a harsh blow. Kiara felt a mix of emotions wash over her - hurt, anger, and a tinge of sadness. She had never expected Yazdaan to speak to her like this.

She turned to leave, her heart heavy with hurt, but a sudden surge of realization halted her steps. Turning back around, she reached out and grasped Yazdaan's arm, her touch pleading for his attention. He instinctively wanted to push her away, to distance himself from the turmoil of emotions swirling between them, but the tears glistening in her widened eyes held him captive.

"You.....you love her," she stated, her voice barely a whisper, yet weighted with the weight of truth. He remained silent, refusing to meet her gaze, his detachment a shield against the vulnerability threatening to engulf him.

"How can you???" she questioned, her voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and disbelief. She felt her world crumbling around her, the pain of rejection cutting deep into her soul.

"I can't. But I did," Yazdaan admitted, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Kiara felt her heart shatter into a million pieces, the reality of his confession tearing at her very being.

Without a second thought, Kiara moved closer to him, her arms enveloping his waist in a comforting embrace. Yazdaan tensed at first, caught off guard by her unexpected gesture, his instincts urging him to push her away. But as she spoke softly, her words filled with genuine concern and empathy, he found himself yielding to her touch, the walls he had built around his heart slowly crumbling in her presence.

"I'm sorry, Yazdaan. I wish I could take your pain away," she whispered, her fingers gently caressing his back in a soothing motion.

But soon, Yazdaan pulled away, breaking the fragile connection between them. Despite the comfort her presence offered, he couldn't allow himself to succumb to the vulnerability of her touch. And so, he stepped back, his gaze distant yet haunted by the turmoil raging within.

"I don't need your pity."

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Almeer stirred from his nap, his eyelids heavy with sleep as he slowly blinked them open. Rubbing his eyes, he ran his fingers through his tousled hair, the remnants of slumber clinging to him like a soft embrace. Groggily, he scanned the room, his gaze searching for Aynoor, but she was nowhere to be found. A faint frown creased his brow as he assumed she might be in the washroom.

"Noor," he called out softly, the sound of his voice echoing in the empty room, but there was no response.

Entering the tiled space, he glanced around, his eyes scanning every corner, but Aynoor was conspicuously absent. With a resigned sigh, Almeer splashed some water on his face, the cool liquid awakening his senses and chasing away the remnants of sleep. As he emerged from the washroom, refreshed and rejuvenated, his thoughts turned to Aynoor.

He had repeatedly urged her not to wander aimlessly around the house, especially with the presence of so many male servants. The mere thought of other men casting their eyes upon his 'pagleth' wife stirred a protective instinct within him, heightening his concern for her safety.

He sighed deeply, the frustration evident in his voice as he muttered, "Majaal hai jo meri koi baat maan le kabhi." With a heavy heart, he stepped out of the room, his eyes darting around the house in search of Aynoor.

Making his way to the dining room, he found it empty, a sense of loneliness settling over him like a heavy cloak. Just as he was about to turn away, he was startled by Guley's voice emanating from the kitchen.

"Aynoor bibi!!! Haath jal jaaye ga aapka," Guley's panicked cry pierced the air, sending a jolt of concern coursing through Almeer's veins. Without hesitation, he hurried towards the kitchen, his footsteps quickening with each passing moment.

"Kuch nahi hota Guley! Tum khud toh dar he rahi ho mujhe bhi heart attack de rahi ho," Aynoor's voice floated out from the kitchen, laced with exasperation as she scolded Guley for her overreaction. A faint smile tugged at the corners of Almeer's lips at the banter between the two.

"Bibi, do baar chot aagyi hai aapko. Chord de naa, Chote Khan mujhe zinda nahi chordenge," Guley pleaded, her tone tinged with genuine concern for Aynoor's as well as her own well-being.

"Ayy! bol toh aise rahi ho jaise mere Khan koi jalaad hain. Kuch nahi karte wo, tension naa lo," Aynoor reassured Guley, her tone softening with affection as she talked about him. Almeer felt a surge of warmth flood his heart at the sound of his wife's words, a smile gracing his lips as he leaned against the door frame, observing the scene before him with fondness.

"Ji bibi, Aapko kuch nahi kehte, baaki sab ki jaan nikaal dete hain," Guley murmured softly, a hint of reverence in her voice as she acknowledged Aynoor's unaware bliss demeanor. Almeer's gaze flickered between the two women, waiting expectantly for Aynoor's response.

"Kuch bhi bakwas karti ho, Guley. Chup chaap mujhe apna kaam karne do," Aynoor scolded Guley lightly, her words tinged with playful exasperation as she dismissed the older woman's fussing.

Almeer's smile remained fixed on his face as he beheld Aynoor, dressed in the mint green silk suit he had specially chosen for her. The fabric draped elegantly over her form, the puff sleeves folded up to reveal her delicate arms, while the dupatta was artfully tied at her waist, not so gracefully. She looked every bit the epitome of a devoted wife, her hair arranged in a messy bun with a few stray strands framing her face, adding to her ethereal beauty.

"Mai kar deti hu na, Thodi si madad toh kar he sakti hu," Guley persisted, her concern for Aynoor evident in her pleading tone. But Aynoor simply placed her hands on her hips, giving Guley a pointed stare.

"Mai apne Khan k liye khana bana rahi hu. Tum kyu madad karo gi meri?" she questioned, her voice laced with determination as she asserted her independence. Guley's response was immediate, almost instinctive.

"Jaan pyari hai mujhe, isiliye bibi ji," Guley replied with a hint of helplessness, her loyalty to Aynoor unwavering. Aynoor shook her head in amusement, a small smile playing on her lips.

Aynoor carefully placed the roti, resembling the outline of Australia, onto the hot pan, a symphony of sizzling sounds filling the air. As her finger inadvertently brushed against the scalding surface, a sharp hiss escaped her lips, betraying the pain she endured in her efforts to prepare their meal.

"Ye paanchvi baar aapki ungli jali hai. Khuda k liye bass kardein," Guley pleaded, her voice tinged with worry. Almeer, swiftly moved towards her, his concern evident in his eyes as he gently took hold of her hand. It was then that he noticed three band-aids adorning her fingers and a smattering of burns on her delicate skin.

Looking into Aynoor's eyes, he saw a mixture of determination and affection reflected back at him. Despite the pain she endured, her smile remained steadfast as she uttered, "Dekhein, maine aapke liye khana banaya hai. Apne haathon se." Her words resonated deeply with Almeer.

He couldn't help but be reminded of Zoya's words.

"Chote Khan maine inse kaha tha...." Guley began, her voice carrying a note of urgency, but Almeer halted her, already aware of the situation.

"Jaanta hu. Jao ointment le aao," he instructed, gesturing for her to fetch the ointment. Guley swiftly obeyed, disappearing from the kitchen with a sense of purpose.

Almeer's attention shifted to Aynoor, who was focused on salvaging the slightly burned roti. With a gentle touch, she flipped it over, her movements graceful despite the minor mishap. He couldn't help but admire her dedication to his meal.

Glancing at the container on the counter, he recognized it as Aynoor's experiment. Despite its less-than-perfect appearance, he knew it would be edible, he hoped.

"Tumhe kisne kaha hai ye sab karne k liye?" Almeer asked, his concern evident in his voice as he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind Aynoor's ear. She met his gaze with a warm smile, her eyes reflecting her unwavering determination.

"Kyu? Mai khud aapke kaam nahi kar sakti?" she replied, her tone confident yet playful. Almeer's heart swelled with affection for her.

"Noori, ye tumhara kaam nahi hai," he reminded her gently, his words filled with concern.

"Mera kaam nahi hai toh kiska kaam hai Khan? Mai biwi hu aapki, bhool gaye?" Aynoor retorted sassily, playfully nudging him with her elbow. Almeer couldn't help but chuckle at her response.

"Haa, bhool gaya tha," he replied with a wink, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he teased her. A flush of embarrassment crept up Aynoor's cheeks.

"Chalo chordo ye sab, hogya. Ye tumhare haath aise lagg rahe hain jaise jangg lad kar aayi ho," Almeer said, leading Aynoor to the sink and gently washing her hands. Just then, Guley bustled into the kitchen with Burnol and bandaids in hand.

"Chote Khan, Ointment," she announced, handing the ointment to Almeer, who accepted it with a nod of gratitude.

"Chalo," Almeer guided Aynoor towards their room, but Guley intercepted them before they could leave.

"Iss khane ka kya karu?" Guley asked, unsure if this creation was even edible.

"Kamre mai bejh dena. Hum aaj dinner wahi karenge," Almeer ordered decisively, already making plans to salvage their dinner. Guley nodded obediently, accustomed to following Almeer's instructions.

"Mai khud chal sakti huu..." Aynoor whined playfully, pretending to resist as he dragged her along with him, the warmth of her hand in his filling him with a sense of contentment.

"Chal he naa lo tum, bandariya."

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The Khan family gathered around the dinner table, each member taking their usual seats, the atmosphere buzzing with chatter and the clinking of utensils. However, there were noticeable absences-Aynoor and Almeer were nowhere to be seen.

Dilawer Khan, glanced around the table, his brows furrowing in mild concern. He turned his attention to Guley, who was bustling about, serving dishes with her usual efficiency.

"Chote Khan aur Aynoor kahan hai?" Dilawer Khan inquired, his tone carrying a hint of curiosity tinged with authority. Guley paused momentarily, her hands stilling as she met his gaze.

"Ji wo apne kamre mai khana mangwa chuke hain," she responded respectfully, her voice barely above a whisper. Dilawer Khan nodded in acknowledgment, but his wife, Khanum, leaned forward with a puzzled expression.

"Kyu? Sab khariat toh hai na?" Khanum questioned, her curiosity getting the better of her as she looked around the table, seeking answers. Zoya, sensing a potential moment of intrigue, leaned in as well, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Ji, Khanum bibi, wo Aynoor bibi ne Chote Khan k liye khana banaya tha aur unka haath jal gaya tha. Toh chote khan unhe kamre mai le gaye," Guley explained, her voice carrying a note of concern for Aynoor. Dilawer Khan and Khanum exchanged a knowing smile, their hearts warmed by Aynoor's gesture of love and care for their son.

"MashaAllah," Khanum murmured appreciatively, beginning to partake in her meal, while Zoya's expression soured. She couldn't shake the memory of Aynoor's teary eyes as Zoya had denied serving food for Almeer yesterday.

"Guley!" Dilawer Khan called out, interrupting Zoya's thoughts. He had just remembered something important he wanted to discuss with Almeer.

"Ji?" Guley responded promptly, hurrying over and wiping her hands with her scarf.

"Almeer se kehna khana khaa k meri study mai aajaye," he instructed, his tone carrying a sense of urgency. Guley nodded in acknowledgment, already making a mental note to deliver the message to Almeer.

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"Ye kya kiya hai tumne, Almeer?" Dilawer Khan's voice held a mix of surprise and concern as he looked at the papers in his hand, his brow furrowing in puzzlement.

"Abbu, I thought this was important to secure her future," Almeer replied casually, his tone betraying his confidence in his decision.

"Almeer, kya bol rahe ho tum. I understand your worries but ye bohat bada kadam hai," Dilawer Khan cautioned, his paternal concern evident in his words. He knew the weight of the decision Almeer had made and wanted to ensure he understood the consequences.

"Jaanta hu," Almeer responded nonchalantly, his smile unwavering despite the seriousness of the conversation.

"Mai tumhe dictate nahi karsakta lekin itna zaroor kahunga k ye bohat bada kadam hai," Dilawer Khan reiterated, his advice gentle yet firm. He respected Almeer's autonomy but couldn't help but express his concern for his son's well-being.

Almeer pursed his lips, his gaze drifting to his hands as he contemplated his decision. "Mai bass uski khushi chahta hu," he spoke earnestly, his words tinged with sincerity and love for Aynoor.

"And what makes you think ye usey khushi dega?" Dilawer Khan questioned, gesturing towards the papers, his expression reflecting his uncertainty about Almeer's actions.

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"Khan mai farewell mai toh jaaungi na?" Aynoor asked, her voice tinged with anticipation as she lay beside Almeer on the bed, her head resting on his bicep. She looked up at him expectantly, waiting for his response.

Almeer sighed softly, feeling the weight of her request. "Mai sochunga is baare mai," he replied, his tone reflecting his contemplation.

"Please naaa, Khan please," Aynoor pleaded, her lips forming a pout as she urged him to reconsider. Almeer couldn't help but smile at her persistence, but he remained resolute in his decision.

"Maine kaha na noori, mai sochunga iss baare mai," he reiterated gently, his voice conveying both warmth and determination.

Undeterred, Aynoor pouted and lifted her head from his arm, placing it on her Billu. Almeer watched her playful antics with fondness, knowing that her stubbornness was one of the many things he loved about her.

"Noori, mujhe nahi acha lagta tum aise fazuul gatherings mai jaao. Agar tum zidd karogi toh mai rokunga nahi," he relented finally, giving in to her persistence. Aynoor met his gaze with a grateful smile before nestling back against his bicep, finding comfort in his presence.

"Mujhe phone kab dilayengy?" Aynoor's voice was filled with anticipation as she turned to Almeer, her eyes shimmering with hope. He couldn't help but smile at her unwavering optimism, grateful for her forgiving nature despite his occasional shortcomings.

"Jald he," he replied, his heart softening at the sight of her happiness. He couldn't deny her anything, especially not something as simple as a phone call. Her shriek of joy echoed in the room, filling it with warmth and laughter.

"Thank you thank you thank you so muchhh, Khan!!!" Aynoor exclaimed, her laughter contagious as she expressed her gratitude.

Almeer gazed at her with adoration, taking in every aspect of her beauty and spirit. She was truly a treasure, and he felt blessed to have her in his life.

"Khan aap ne kaha tha aap mujhe Kamal se milwayenge," Aynoor reminded him of a promise he had made a week ago, her excitement palpable.

"Haa, maine unka pata karne k liye kaha hai. Jaise he kuch pata chalta hai, I'll bring her here," Almeer reassured her, his voice tinged with determination. Aynoor's joyful squeal filled the air, her trust and admiration for him evident in every word.

"You're the best, Khan," she declared, planting a sweet kiss on his cheek. Almeer couldn't tear his gaze away from her, captivated by her every movement and expression. In that moment, the world faded away, and all he could focus on was the melody of her laughter and the love shining in his eyes.

The rhythm of her voice was lost to him, drowned out by the steady thumping of his heart echoing in his ears.

Her every movement held him captivated, from the gentle flutter of her eyelashes to the subtle shifts in her expressions. Each blink seemed to dance in harmony with the emotions playing across her face, a silent symphony that only he could see.

As Almeer's gaze traced the contours of Aynoor's face, he found himself drawn to the subtle movements that made her uniquely her. The way her nose crinkled ever so slightly, a charming imperfection that only added to her allure, brought a smile to his lips. Before he could delve further into his admiration, he redirected his focus to the ceiling, taking a deep breath to calm the rapid beating of his heart.

With a gentle flick to Aynoor's forehead, he whispered, "Sojao," a tender smile gracing his features. She flinched at the unexpected gesture before pulling the comforter over herself, her playful protest evident in her question.

"Maarte kyu hai?" she queried, her voice tinged with amusement.

"Tauba tauba, ladki. Khuda ka khauf karo kaisi baatein kar rahi ho," Almeer teased, a hint of mock admonishment in his tone, earning a laugh from Aynoor.

"Sojayein Khan, subah late uthen gy aur phir mujhe daante gy k tumhe baato mai laga kar sone nahi deti," she retorted sassily, her eyes closing as she settled into a comfortable position.

He shook his head fondly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he reached to switch off one of the night lamps. "Goodnight, pagleth," he whispered affectionately, the endearment carrying a warmth that filled the room as they drifted off.

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If you guys act dead on this chapter too. I will stop posting. No I won't. I love you all. But still😭😭🫂