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tum kyon chale aate ho

har roz in khwaabon mein

chupke se aa bhi jaaon

ek din meri baahon mein

•••

Waking up to feeling a heavy weight on her body was something Anabiya wasn't used to. Much to her inexplicable stupor, she found her dearest husband's head nestled under her neck as his warm breath fanned her steady rising bosom.

Anabiya admired his sleeping form wide eyed, Meezan usually slept with a tower of pillows taller than the wall of china between them because he was too afraid to think he would invade "her space". Anabiya had undeniably scowled the first time she saw him do this, but said nothing.

It was usually how it went, Meezan and his beloved pillows occupied minimal; one-third of the bed with Meezan sleeping at the edge while Anabiya occupied the majority of the bed space.

Anabiya grinned wide as she softly removed a strand of hair that was falling above his closed eyes. Yes, he was trying a little harder and stepping out of his comfort zone since yesterday but she could bet her life he didn't purposefully wrap himself around her like a koala bear. He had probably done in unconsciously in his sleep and she knew if he woke up right now he would freak out and refuse to face her for the rest of the day. But, Anabiya decided to test her chances as she laid still, pulling him closer and burying him under her neck. He shifted quietly with a moan as he hugged her tighter putting his huge leg across her torso.

Anabiya mutely chuckled as she placed a chaste kiss on his tousled bed hair.

Now that she thought about it, Anabiya couldn't help but feel ungrateful and guilty for forcing the guy to do stuff he wasn't comfortable with. Yes, Meezan was an incredibly shy and non-romantic man but he was the best thing that could have ever happened to her. He was always mindful and respectful to her and her needs. He put her even before himself and Anabiya seemed to have grown to admire this quality of his.

He wasn't one to do huge romance filled escapades but he did thousand small gestures in a day that only seemed make her heart lurch out.

Like, everytime they had breakfast back at home, he would cut out the corners of her bread and smother them in butter and nutella, just like she liked it. Everytime they went out to get icecream which was atleast once a week, he would order her an extra scoop even if she insisted on getting one or two. One night, it was freezing, the coldest night of the month and she was too lazy to put on her socks so after she slept all cuddled up in the blanket, he had taken it upon himself and slipped socks on her feet.

These were just barely the peak of  things her darling husband had done for her. She was seemed beyond ungrateful to think about it now, her man was a god-damn saint. He had coddled her like a baby since she had become his wife.

The sudden urge to pee had somehow settled in her bladder, but the thought of disturbing the cherished moment over consumed her. Groaning Anabiya tried carefully prying away Meezan from her body but, suddenly the oversized man jolted awake hitting his head on her chin.

"Oww!" Anabiya groaned getting up as her mortified husband scampered away pulling away at the bedsheet to his chest like it was his only saving grace.

"W-what were you doing?!" Meezan screeched petrified, just like Anabiya had predicted.

"Shield your modesty, Kaneez Meezan. Her Royal Highness has to pee." Were her famous last words as she rushed into the ensuite bathroom and closed it shut, red with embarrassment, cursing her forsaken bladder.

•••

"I swear to god, please stop making that face, it's making me nauseasous." Meezan pleaded as he looked scared at his wife over his shoulder.

"My face makes you nauseasous, Meezan Zardari?!" Anabiya mellowed, as she glared daggers at the people standing ahead of them.

The couple had decided to visit the Warner Bros World in Abu Dhabi today because of Anabiya's insistance and also because Meezan's client--almost friend; Zaarib Yazdani had invited them for dinner at one of his famous restaurants in Abu Dhabi the next day. So they had booked up a nice hotel room with a private pool and had decided to tour the city.

"Anabiya I really can't do this right now." Meezan sighed running a hand through his hair. "You look like you are going to push someone off as soon as the ride starts. You seem so--so--"psychotically happy".

"Take a good guess who it's going to be." Anabiya muttered as she glared ahead.

"Oh my God. I am not getting on the ride when I know it's no less than a suicide." Meezan yelped as he rotated on his heels ready to back away and peacefully sit at the, Superman 360: Battle for Metropolis, show.

"No silly, not you. How am I supposed to get home, if I kill you? It's that skinny lady wearing that hideous joker jersey. She barged into the line like she owned the place."

"Right, Priorities. I don't even know if I should be relieved or worried." Meezan sighed as he leaned against the pole behind him eyeing the poor lady pityfully. He knew his wife, yes, she wasn't to to kill the woman or anything, but she was definitely going to extract her revenge.

Finally their chance came and so did the lady's who was two pairs ahead of them, as they boarded the Scarecrow Scare Raid Ride, Anabiya hurriedly jumped head and took the seat right adjacent to the joker jersey lady. Meezan could only shake his head disappointed at her antics.

A good ten minutes later when the wispy ride had finally come to a halt, chaos had already ensued. Anabiya had somehow managed to knock down the joker-jersey-lady's GoPro that was attached to her head and had made herself nauseous from all the movements she made.

Rushing towards his fallen soldier, Meezan lifted her up by the shoulders as her face lost all its colour, the joker-jersey-lady screamed her head off to the operator who had already informed that they wouldn't be responsible for damage of  personal belongings incase you take them on the ride.

Anabiya smirked through her deranged state as they passed over the lady while the lady glared daggers screaming.

"Why are you like this?" Meezan sighed as he made her sit in one of the close-by indoor restaurants and handed her a bottle of water.

"Ohh Shush, that Karen deserved it." Meezan shook his head but offered her a small smile. That Karen deserved it, alright. And he would hate to admit but, it was awesome seeing the lady all riled up!

"You are sick, Anabiya." Meezan looked at her worried now as he eyed her lifeless face as she rested her forehead against the cap of the bottle.

"I am fine, broo!" She gurgled as she lifted her head and tired what seemed like smiling with utter difficulty.

"Alright, I don't feel so well. I want to leave, let's go back to our room, siss!" Meezan said matching her tone.

"Arrgh, why are you like thiss?" She whispered back weakly like he had done minutes ago.

Going behind her, Meezan lifted her up placing his arms under her underarms. She clutched the bottle to her chest as she leaned against his shoulder seeking support.

"Take me to the washroom, royal chariot!" She mumbled eyes barely opening.

"Aren't you a little too obsessed with acting like a royal?" Meezan sighed tiring to keep her concious by speaking.

"Acting? Pffpt. How dare you common man? You dare question her royal highness' royalty? I shall have you beheaded as soon as the rays of the sun hit the palace walls tomorrow at dawn." She grunted out.

Reaching the washroom Meezan gently nudged her inside.

"Be careful and I beg of you don't slip your head into the toilet or something."

"Ahah, I am not even offended at this point because that feels like a cognent possibility." She whispered, pressing her cheek against his shoulder blade.

Meezan sighed as he looped his arms around her shoulder and zipped opened her backpack. Meezan had made her carry, tissues, sanitizers, wet wipes, bandages, meds and a whole lot of emergency kit. He had made her carry it for himself in case he got sick while she rolled her eyes at him. But, the irony now was she was in need of it.

Removing a pepto bismal and the packet of wet wipes, Meezan made her sit down on a bench. She was still holding onto his sleeve like a lost child.

"Alright, have this with water and wipe your face with the wipes. I'll take you to a doctor, in the evening if you aren't feeling better." He said softly, as if talking to a small kid.

"No" She mumbled as she rubbed her face against his chest, this caused Meezan to turn bright red as he slowly patted her back trying to pry her away.

"Stop!" She yelled, still buried in his chest as she slapped his arm. "I let you sleep on my chest now it's my turn."

Meezan's faced seemed like it would burst apart any minute from how red it was. The incident that took place this morning. Oh gosh.

"Anabiya!" Meezan whispered scandalized looking around to see if anyone had heard them, but to his fortunate surprise everyone was indulged in their own activities.

"Garhh! I swear to god, I pity our future children. Will we even have children? You refuse your wife's touch, how are we going to procreate?! I swear to god, I will not look after you when we grow old." Anabiya rambled as she detached herself from him.

"Anabiya!" Meezan was wide eyes now and burning with second hand embarrassment as he hurriedly shoved the pill in her mouth and pushed the water bottle right after.

Anabiya scrunched her pale face in utter disapproval as Meezan took out the wet wipes wordlessly and blotted them against her face looking anywhere but at her.

Soon after he was finished he got up and placed the packet back inside her backpack as he stood upright, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Come on, now. Stop being an old somberly grandpa." Anabiya yelped as she pulled at his sleeve again causing him to jerk down towards her.

Meezan shot her an offended look as he eyed the woman who was his wife tumble up from the seat still pulling at his sleeve like a toddler. A toddler who had just insulted him. Pretty bad.

•••

Returning back to their hotel room was a task in itself, Anabiya keep losing track of what utter nonsense she was spewing and tended to tumbled around the car like a zorb ball despite being buckled in. Meezan on the other hand was tormented, his mind was an utter chaos as to where their relationship was going. Did Anabiya actually think of him as a loser who was too afraid to even touch or interact with his wife without having a mental breakdown?Where did that put him as a man? Where that even put him in his life?

Oh gosh, was he having a mental breakdown right now? Arrgh.

He was pulled out of his eludingly disturbing thoughts when he heard Anabiya scream, "Leave it!"

Seconds later he sighed concentrating back on the road, she was talking to his sleeve that was still clutched in her palm.

"Leave it! Or I will poke you with my hijab pin!" She threatened removing her pin.

"Damn it! I gave you, pepto bismol, not some drug like cocaine or opium. Come to your senses woman! You are threathening an article of clothing which I am wearing with another inanimate object that is used to hold clothes!" Meezan stated the plausible, extremely frustrated.

"Are you screaming at me?" Anabiya whispered looking at him wide eyed with her mocha brown eyes.

"Shit! No-no I am sorry I-I didn't----" Meezan began stuttering but Anabiya cut him off laughing out loudly as she banged her palms on the dash board.

"Oh my god, Meezan Zardari. At least scream at me properly. I know I act like a total bitch for the most part and I get on your nerves. You don't have to always be so kind. Tell me I am acting like a jackass, put me in my place. Don't always be a gentleman." The colour on her face had returned back on as she let out her last few chuckles.

Meezan let out a sigh of relief as his hands tightened on the steering, he lay his head against the window, immensely tired. Physically and Emotionally.

"You are so thoughtful, but Meezan that is not what life offers back to you. You mustn't let people get away with whatever they want. Even your own wife. Every person is not as good as you are, and it's better if you learn this now then later." Anabiya said thoughtfully finally letting go of his sleeve.

"I am sorry, if I make you go bananas. But, I like you and you are basically the only person who manages to put up with my obnoxious self. I am thankful for that because I can be a little handful." Saying this, she softly leaned forward, gathering his cheek in her palms and placed a kiss against his jaw, Meezan's eyes closed shut as his hands clutched the steering tighter than ever. Her familiar lavendar scent invaded his senses as her lips lingered a few seconds before she pulled away.

Smiling softly at him, her eyes twinkling with adoration, she got out of the car that had already come to a halt.

Meezan sat frozen in his seat, only the reminscent of the woman who was moments ago in the car before his eyes.

The faint scent of her perfume still lingered in the background as he eyed his crumpled sleeve that was clutched in her palm of a long long time today.

The poetry in his mind that was inscribed in the shape of her warm laughter and sagacious words.

•••

Anabiya Ibrahim was many artful things, and one thing that she cherished was her straight-forwardness. What was on her mind was always on her tongue.

Did she regret what she said to Meezan? No, absolutely not! If anything at all she was glad. She liked him, infact she was beyond the liking stage at this point. For her, before love came the highest degree of respect in a marriage. Without love you could survive but without respect you surely couldn't.

And, she had grown to both, respect and adore, Meezan Zardari. It was only a matter of time before she would be giving her heart to him in a handed platter.

Was she scared he wouldn't reciprocate the same feelings? Nope. Her feelings weren't supposed to burden down on how he felt about her and she was completely peaceful with just that.

Another artful thing Anabiya was, was hungry. Always. That was the main reason for her to become a nutritionist, she would always be surrounded by food.

Right now, she was smelling the freshly baked buttery crust of a pie and if she was right, it was definitely blueberry cobbler. Meezan's favourite dessert. Walking towards the origin of the godly smell, her assumptions were proven to be truer than ever. It was indeed Blueberry Cobbler.

Anabiya quickly got herself a bowl full of the decadent dessert and devored it in one go, despite being sick just a few hours ago and she then placed an order for the blueberry cobbler to be sent to their room.

Soon enough she was rushing towards her room to inform Meezan about this eventful incident. If there was one thing they shared a common ground on, then it was desserts. Both of them practically inhaled desserts. Reaching the room breathless, Anabiya was met with the disheveled sight of her husband.

There she stood breathless, her cheeks tinted pink from the excitement while Meezan was quite the opposite, he looked conflicted, hot and bothered. Like he had just lost a war.

Suddenly, his gaze met hers. Eyes looming with a sudden mix of unreadable emotions.He slowly closed the distance between them with cautious steps and put his arms around her waist pulling her closer.

Anabiya's smile slowly vanished as his eyes roamed around every inch of her face as if it was the most beautiful thing to ever exist. Anabiya in took a sharp breath and bit down at her lower lip.

Then he suddenly placed his lips against hers, without warning he kissed her. Without permission, without even deciding to do it, because it seemed like he simply couldn't have done anything else. He needed the breath she was holding. It belonged to him and he wanted it back.

The taste on his favourite dessert lingered freshly in her mouth, tasting sweeter than it had ever done. Her soft moans and the way she pulled at the back of his hair only caused him to deepen the kiss as she tilted her head back responding in ways he wanted her to.

Pulling back away for air, Meezan leaned down his forehead against hers. Both of them flustered and clouded in a bubble of new found intimacy.

"We will have children, Anabiya Ibrahim and we will have a whole bunch of them. And you don't have to take care of me when I am old. Because, just the thought of growing old together with you gives me hope that I will live a fulfilling life."

•••

a/n

Hello mere pyare gaajaron!

I am jealous of my own creation at this point! What has life come to?(╥﹏╥)

But, at the same time I could sacrifice my life for them!

How did you like the chapter?

I know, I did alot of pov switches and scene cuts but I wanted it to be a glance at both of their inner thoughts.

Please do let me know if you feel like the story is dragging off or boring. I have written this story with the most deepest parts of my heart and I love it in every way.

Also I squealed even while writing the ending. Meezan has finally gathered his life together!!! Wooohooo!

The next chapter is going to be drama filled, so strap in your belts! *hint hint- a certain someone with the initials KB is going to make their return.*

Alsooo, where did you guys discover this book? Really curious :)

And have you recommended it to anyone since then?

Alright! I am going to dedicate this chapter to UndeadAshee  for her lovely comments! Thank you <3 <3

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