Chahat 12 (Last)

Dewana howa, mastana howa

Tere chahat mai kitna fasana howa

Tere ane ki khushbo , tere jane ka manzir

Tuje milna parega , ab zamana howa

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Author's POV

The honeymoon was nothing less than magical. The couple was now fully comfortable with each other. Overall, everything was perfect. Hoorain was now getting more used to physical affection while Asfandyar was on cloud 9 as he always imagined this. Life couldn't be any more perfect.

Hoorain and Asfandyar finally came back to Islamabad and were warmly greeted by their families. Raima kept passing cheeky glances towards her brother and sister-in-law trying to get them to spill some tea but one glare from Asfandyar was enough for her to stop her approach.

Hoorain was currently sitting in their room having a glass of mango juice which she has been drinking a lot these days while scrolling through her phone. Asfandyar entered, making Hoorain instinctively leave her phone and stand up to go greet him.

Asfandyar dropped his coat on the couch and hugged Hoorain, securing his hands on her waist as he pulled her in, smelling her hair. They stayed like that for quite a while, none of them wanting to pull away from the comfort provided.

"Aaj aap itni jaldi aa gaye?" Hoorain was surprised that he was home very early. He usually never comes back before 9pm. (You came home early today, is everything ok?)

"Kion? Meri begum ko acha nahi laga? Agr meri begum kehti hen to wapis chala jata hoon" Asfandyar teased her, faking to go away. Unfortunately, the big smile on his face gave everything away. (Why? My wife didn't like it? If my wife wants then I can go back.)

"Haan theek he. At least ghar mein thora sukoon to ho." Hoorain wasn't any less in the teasing, in fact she was all here for it. Her answer made Asfandyar raise his eyebrows, his eyes filled with amusement. (Yeah that's perfect. At least that way the house will be in peace.)

"Achaaaaaaaa. Mein abhi btata hoon ghar kese sukoon mein hota he." Asfandyar started tickling Hoorain as she tried avoiding him by running around the room. In the midst of this game of cat and mouse, Hoorain's knees bent and she fell on the bed with Asfandyar on top of her. The laughs in the room ceased, the two people binded by a holy ritual looking into each other's eyes, enjoying this moment. (Ohh realllllyyyyyyyyy. I'll tell you how the house is at peace.)

Asfandyar caressed her jaw with his thumb as he dipped his head down, meeting her lips with his. On instinct, Hoorain raised her head a little allowing him to devour her soft lips. The soft kiss ended as they heard Asfandyar's phone ring.

He sighed, really wanting to destroy his phone. Quickly giving one last peck on her lips, he got up to attend the call. Hoorain got up, fixing her dress and waiting for Asfandyar to end the call. She was placing his coat on the coat hanger when she felt a sharp pain in her pelvic area. (A/N: Pelvic area is where our bladder and uterus are. I'm not an expert in anatomy so I googled lol.)

She gasped and almost fell. Thankfully Asfandyar was near her and rushed to her aid. "Are you alright?" He asked worriedly, totally forgetting about the call. Hoorain gripped his arms for support and shut her eyes close trying to get rid of the pain.

"Yeah.. theek hoon." She reassured him as she sat down on the sofa. Asfandyar took the glass of water on his bedside and forwarded it to her. He dismissed the person on the phone and ended the call. (I'm ok)

He sat beside her, putting her hair back from her face. "Kia hua hai Ain? Theek ho?" He asked once again. Hoorain meekly nodded, moved with his concern. (What happened Ain? Are you ok?)

"Hmm theek hoon. Ap batayein, kis ka phone tha?" Hoorain asked, diverting the topic. She drank the water. (Hmm I'm ok. You tell me, whose phone was it?)

"Wo mera aik business partner Qasim tha na?" Asfandyar said to which Hoorain nodded. He continued, leaning on the sofa, "Uski aaj mangni he, usne invite kia he humein to confirm karne ke liye pooch raha tha." (Do you remeber my business partner Qasim?)(He invited us to his engagement today so he was just double checking if we would come.)

Hoorain's mouth formed an 'o' in comprehension, she nodded looking away. "Mera kehne ka ye matlab hai, ke aap tyaar ho jana begum." Asfandyar said, putting his hand on her thigh. (What I mean to say is, you should get ready, wife.)

Hoorain quickly got up, shrugging his hand off her thigh. Asfandyar's eyebrows knitted together in confusion and he grasped her wrist in his big hands as he asked, "Kidhar jaa rahi ho?" (Where are you going?)

Hoorain looked at him like he had grown two heads, "Kudhi to keh rahe the ke jaa ke tayar ho jaon." Asfandyar realized what Hoorain thought and laughed as he pulled her to his lap. (You said it yourself to go and get ready.)

Asfandyar pushed the hairs from her face and caressed her neck, "Meri masoom Ain, abhi thori tyaar hona he. Event shaam ko he to abhi aik ghanta he tyaar hone mein." Asfandyar hugged her tiny frame not wanting her to go. (My innocent Ain, you aren't supposed to get ready right now. The event is in the evening so we have about an hour.)

"Oh achaaa. Wese men kia pehnoon?" Hoorain asked innocently. Asfandyar didn't hesitate before replying. "Jo marzi pehn lo, tum har cheez men achi lagti ho." He kissed her head lovingly. (Oh okkk. But what should I wear?) (Wear whatever you want, you look good in everything.)

Hoorain hit his chest lightly and hid her face in her chest, causing Asfandyar to let out a laugh. They spent the rest of the hour cuddling and talking. In the midst of their conversation, Asfandyar suddenly mentioned kids.

"Bache to 3 hi ache hote hen." He said randomly. Hoorain looked up from his chest, pulling her eyebrows together. She had noticed he has started talking about kids a lot these days. (3 children are perfect.)

"Mere khayal se to 1 hi acha he." Hoorain tried to test his waters. Asfandyar looked down at her with disbelief in his eyes. (I think 1 kid is alright)

"BAS AIK?!?! Begum wo akela ho jaye ga/gi na. Uske paas behn bhai hon ge to wo unke sath khela kare ga/gi." Asfandyar tried to explain to her to the best of his ability. Hoorain nodded her head as if she agreed. (ONLY ONE?!?! Wife, he/she would be so lonely. But if he/she has siblings he/she would be able to play with them.)

"Phir 2 kafi nahi? 3 ki kya zaroorat?" Hoorain innocently inquired further. Asfandyar looked down at her thinking of what to say. (Then 2 are enough? Why would we need 3?)

"Nahi nahi meri jaan. 3 is liye zaroori hai ki agr 2 apas mein tang aa jayein to unke paas aik aur bhi ho ga." Asfandyar explained to Hoorain as if she was a little child. Hoorain giggled when a thought crossed her mind. Asfandyar urged her to share her thoughts. (No No my life. We need 3 because if the other 2 get fed up with each other, they will have another one.)

"Aur agr wo teeno apas mein tang aa jayein?" Hoorain asked innocently. Asfandyar didn't hesitate before answering. (And what if the 3 of them get fed up with each other?)

"To phir aik aur kar len ge." Asfandyar replied nonchalantly. Hoorain gaped at him while he stared back at her, unbothered by his words. (Then we'll have another one.)

"Asfandyar, ap mazak kar rahein hena?" Hoorain asked Asfandyar hoping he would say yes. But Asfandyar just shook his head in negative, looking at her totally unbothered. (Asfandyar, you are joking right.)

"To ap aik cricket team banana chah rahe hain apne bachon ki?" Hoorain asked, her eyes widened in disbelief. Asfandyar smirked, enjoying seeing her so flustered. (So you want to create a cricket team with your children?)

"Wese bura naam nahi he. Socho zara, headlines mein aaye ga 'Platoon-e-Asfandyar ne Peshawar Zalmi ko aaj ke cricket match mein shikast di.'" Asfandyar said, daydreaming. He let out a little chuckle seeing Hoorain's flabbergasted face. (Actually, that's not a bad idea. Imagine, the headlines would be 'Asfandyar's platoon defeated Peshawar Zalmi in today's cricket match.) (A/N: I apologize if my urdu is a bit funny and I have nothing against Peshawar Zalmi. I adore my Pashtuns 🫶)

Hoorain cupped Asfandyar's face and said, "Asfandyar, aap mere se ese mazak na kia karein. Jitne Allah miyaan chahe ga wo dein ge. Inshallah." She said as softly as she could. (Asfandyar, don't joke with me like that. Allah will give us how many He pleases. Inshallah.)

"Yeah. Allah miyan to den ge but humein bhi effort dalni chahiye." Asfandyar winked at her which caused Hoorain to blush and hit his chest with her tiny fist. (Yeah. Allah Almighty will give but we should also put some effort.)

The couple then got up to get ready for the event. Hoorain wore a maroon saree which she looked absolutely gorgeous in. She looked like a ruby. It was her first time wearing a saree at an event. It wasn't like she never wore a saree, she did but always for fun in her house.

Asfandyar had worn a black suit that looked very sleek on him. Hoorain stepped out of the bathroom while Asfandyar was busy doing his tie. "Ain meri tie band do." Asfandyar turned to go towards her but stopped when he looked at her. (Ain tie my tie please.)

He muttered a mashallah and stalked towards her. He circled his arms around her waist and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead. He pulled away and gently caressed her face while staring at her with love filled eyes.

Hoorain blushed and gently lifted her hands to tie his tie. She could feel his gaze on her face as she worked the knots of his tie. She stepped back and was about to turn away when she felt Asfandyar's warm hands holding her.

She turned to him with questioning eyes. "Pyari lag rahi ho." He said with sincerity. Hoorain said a quick thank you and returned his compliment as well. (You look beautiful)

Hoorain and Asfandyar got ready and left the house. They reached the venue and it was very enchanting. The lights around the venue gave it a fairytale vibe. Asfandyar escorted Hoorain inside and they met with the parents of both sides of the family.

Asfandyar then went towards Qasim and introduced his wife to everyone present. The way he introduced everyone to her with pride made her heart flutter. Some of his business partners were married so their wives pulled Hoorain towards the side while the men indulged in their own talks. Asfandyar would often look at Hoorain and would also meet her gaze sometimes.

One of his business partners noticed him looking at her and slung an arm over Asfanyar's shoulder while giving him a teasing smirk. Asfandyar just smiled and pushed his face away causing the other to hoot.

The event shortly began and Asfandyar went towards Hoorain. "Begum, mein thori der tak aata hoon. Kuch logon se kuch discuss karna he." Asfandyar said. (Wife, I will be back in a while. I have to discuss something with some people.)

"Kidhar jaa rahe hain?" Hoorain asked quickly. She barely knew anyone hence she didn't want to be left alone, it felt awkward. (Where are you going?)

"Kahin nahi, idhr hi hoon bas aik different room men." Asfandyar smiled while caressing her hair and left after Hoorain was assured. (Nowhere, I'm still here just in a different room)

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A while had passed since Asfandyar left and Hoorain was all alone. Some ladies would come, talk with her for a while and then leave. Hoorain saw another aunty coming towards her but she noticed she was headed over with another male that looked around Hoorain's age. He was giving her weird looks which made her uncomfortable.

"Assalamualaikum beta, aap bahut pyari lag rahi ho mashallah." The aunty said as soon as she sat down, while the man sat on a chair beside his mother. (Assalamualaikum child, you look very beautiful mashallah.)

"Waalaikumsalam aunty. Jee shukriya. Aap bhi achi lag rahin hein." Hoorain smiled a bit and returned her compliment not to sound rude. The aunty caressed her hair lovingly, really liking the girl's politeness (Waalaikumsalam aunty. Thank you. You look nice as well.)

"Mera naam Hameeda he, ye mera beta Aslam he. Apka kya naam he?" Hameeda introduced herself. Her son Aslam had fancied Hoorain and asked his mom to approach her. Aslam offered a smile at his introduction which Hoorain returned. She wasn't getting good vibes but she couldn't tell the woman to go away either. (My name is Hameeda and this is my son Aslam. What is your name?)

"Jee mera naam Hoorain he." Hoorain said softly. (My name is Hoorain.)

"Mashallah bahut pyara naam he." Hameeda continued pestering her. "Aap apni mama ke sath ayi ho yahan?" Hameeda continued her enquiry. (Mashallah you have a nice name.) (Are you here with your mom tonight?)

"Nahi men-" Hoorain was cut off by Hameeda before she could say who she was here with. (No I-)

"Phir akele aayi ho gi. Chalo koi nahi. Acha mein chalti hoon aap mere bete se baat kar lo." Hameeda found this as a leeway for her to talk with Aslam and left. (Then you must be here alone. That's ok. Anyway, I should leave but you can talk with my son.)

Hoorain wanted to stop her but Hameeda already left. Aslam to the chair near Hoorain where Hameeda was sitting. "Aap bohut pyari lag rahi hein." Aslam said to Hoorain. Hoorain avoided looking at him and just gave him a tight smile. (You look very pretty.)

Aslam mistook her avoiding him as shyness and continued further. He started blabbering about his business and how he is rich in order to impress her. He then gripped her hand once her attention diverted. Hoorain jerked her hand away and looked at him angrily.

"Aap ye kesi harkat kar rahe hein. First of all, mein married hoon aur agr na bhi hoti phir bhi apko mera hath pakarne ka haq nahi hai." Hoorain exclaimed, fuming at him. Aslam was taken aback but he smirked, liking the fire within her. Hoorain sat down hoping he would go away. (What kind of act is this? First of all, I am married and even if I wasn't you still do not have the right to hold my mind.)

"Acha aap naraz kyun ho rahi hein. Wese aap gusse mein bahut hot lag rahin thi. And agar aap keh rahi hen ke aap married hein to apke shohar kahan hein?" Aslam provoked her. (Ok, why are you getting so worked up? But you were looking really hot in anger. And also, if you say you are married then where is your husband?)

Hoorain was about to open her mouth to say something but Aslam cut her off. "Agar meri itni khubsurat biwi hoti to mein usse kabhi akela na chorta. Jee kahiye, kahan hain aap ke shohar?" (If I had such a beautiful wife, I would never leave her alone. Please tell me, where is your husband?)

"Idhr he uska shohar." Hoorain and Aslam looked towards Asfandyar who was standing behind Hoorain's chair, glaring daggers at Aslam. Hoorain quickly got up and went towards him but was stopped by Aslam grabbing her wrist. (Her husband is here.)

Asfandyar was glaring daggers at the hand that was grasping Hoorain's wrist. "Hoorain, ab kya tum har aik ke paas munh utha ke chali jao gi?" Aslam said, unaware that he was digging a grave for himself. (Hoorain, will you just go to anyone now without thinking?)

"Mera hath chorein." Hoorain said as she struggled against him. Aslam still didn't leave her hand. This was Asfandyar's last straw. He walked forward and landed a punch square in Aslam's face. (Leave my hand.)

Aslam fell backwards and didn't have time to react as Asfandyar was on top of him, punching him continuously while cursing him. Hoorain stilled with shock and let out a scream while holding her hand to her mouth.

People had started to gather around them and Asfandyar's friends tried getting him off of him but he just pushed them away. This was making Hoorain very nauseous and she tried one last time to get Asfandyar away.

"ASFANDYAR" This made Asfandyar stop his hand mid air. He turned towards her hair to see her tear stricken face. Hoorain felt him stop but the world around her started to fade and she felt as if she was falling.

Before she could hit the ground, Asfandyar successfully managed to catch her. Hoorain had lost consciousness which made him really worried. He called her name and tried shaking her but she couldn't wake up.

He carried her and went towards the parking lot. He stopped by Aslam and gave him a nasty look. "Ye meri biwi he, Hoorain Asfandyar Mir." Asfandyar declared loudly. He left the venue without another glance. (She is my wife, Hoorain Asfandyar Mir.)

He reached his car and quickly drove to the hospital. He recollected his memories and how he was furious seeing the guy trying to flirt with his woman even though she had made it clear that she wasn't interested.

He reached the hospital and rushed Hoorain in. The doctors pushed Asfandyar out of the room to see what had happened. Once the doctor was done analyzing Hoorain, she stepped out and said, "She might have fainted from stress or because of panic but she seems alright. We will still do a few tests and let you know. She will wake up in a while so you can visit her."

Asfandyar thanked the doctor and went to see Hoorain. Hoorain woke up about half an hour later and looked around to realize that she was in a hospital. She saw Asfandyar and weakly smiled at him. He walked towards her and grasped her hand.

They sat in silence for a while when the doctor came in. "Oh I see, both of you are here then. Well I have some good news Mr. and Mrs. Mir." The doctor said with a huge smile. (A/N: idk how medical procedures work or what are the protocols so if this is medically incorrect, I apologize.)

"What is it Doctor?" Asfandyar asked.

"You are going to be parents." The doctor said, smiling, waiting for their reaction. The room fell into an awkward silence. The couple let the news sink in. The doctor excused herself thinking that they might have something to discuss.

Asfandyar turned towards Hoorain with glinting eyes. He was beyond happy, he didn;t know how to put it into words. Hoorain opened her mouth to speak but was cut off with Asfandyar's lips. He kissed her sweetly, pouring all his happiness in that one kiss, making sure that she knew how he felt.

Hoorain was so ecstatic that she pulled away and hugged him with happy tears in her eyes. She couldn't believe she was going to be a mother. They got the necessary information from the doctor and left to go home.

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They returned home and met with Bee jaan who was worried sick as they had been really late. Hoorain's happiness had no bounds and she rushed and hugged Bee jaan tightly. Bee jaan hugged her back and asked the young lady what happened.

"Bee jaan, mein maa banne wali hoon." Hoorain said with a huge smile on her face. Bee jaan hugged her again, giving her and her child countless blessings. Bee jaan then blessed Asfandyar too whose happiness didn't have any bounds either. (Bee jaan, I'm expecting)

Bee jaan then bid them goodbye not before asking if they needed to eat something. Asfandyar and Hoorain entered their room. Before Hoorain could do anything Asfandyar pulled her to the bathroom and sat her on the sink slab.

Hoorain looked at him with a questioning gaze as he removed the jewelry that adorned her hands. He took her hand and put it under the running water, washing her wrist gently. Hoorain finally understood what he was doing. He was washing the wrist which was held by Aslam.

She looked at his face as he washed her wrist and dried it up. Hoorain then pulled him between her legs cupping his face, "Ab sukoon aa gaya?" Hoorain asked teasingly. (Are you at peace now?)

"Hmm bohut ziada.  I love you Hoorain." Asfandyar said and joined their forehead in a loving way.

"I loHe put one of his hands on her waist while the other one rested on her belly. Their family was now complete with a little member on its way. (Hmm A lot.)

The stars smiled at the couple and their happiness made them shine brighter than ever. It was as if the world was made for them which is why their story turned out perfect without any casualties.

THE END

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