epilogue

Life had been kind to Dina Farooqi and Yaseen Hamidi, it had been five years since they had gotten married and there was so much they had achieved together.

Yaseen and Dina had shifted out of the country that had birthed them and built a home in Prague. Yaseen worked at a well flourishing MNC and Dina was an art gallery owner. Both of them were still immensely in love and shared a duckling whom they had named very lovingly; zarda.

(a/n- zarda is traditionally served on special occasions, this brightly colored sweet rice is a Pakistani favorite. It is usually found yellow in colour)

Yaseen had wanted a hamster, but Dina refused to oblige and said, "mujhe chuhe paalne hote to mein pakistan mein hi nahi rehti?"

(If I had to raise rats, I would've stayed in Pakistan itself)

Nevertheless life was good. Both of them were beyond happy and successful apart from their routinely pointless banters of nonsense. After they confessed their love for each other, Yaseen and Dina revealed to their family that they had secretly gotten married. Their family's reaction was nothing short of being chaotic. While, Dina's elder brother threatened to strangle Yaseen. Dina's mother was elated. She was more than happy to have her darling nephew as her son-in-law. Well, Yaseen's family had already expected this somehow. They were happy that their coward son had finally confessed his undying love.

"You know, I envy you alot." Yaseen pouted, putting zarda on his chest, while the poor duckling tried scraming away for freedom.

Dina who was resting her head on his shoulder furrowed her eyes as she typed away on her laptop.

"Why is that babe?" She questioned absent-minded, well aware of her husband's futile questions.

"Your spouse is way hotter than mine." Yaseen exclaimed, as he petted zarda forcefully.

"Huh? Wait what? We are married--" Before Dina could comprehend what Yaseen actually meant, he was already running away with zarda on his shoulder.

"COME RIGHT BACK HERE, YOU FREAKING JAAHIL." Was all Dina could shout.

"Absolutely not, you'll hit me." Yaseen exclaimed from the other room.

"What makes you think I'll not hit you anyways?" Dina said, as she got up from the couch with her laptop tucked under her arm and made her way towards the kitchen.

They lived in a lavish penthouse, with four bedrooms and a studio kitchen. Which was actually a lot of space for two people and a duckling. But, it was a gift from Yaseen's parents.

Putting the laptop on the kitchen island, Dina went to the refrigerator and stared at its contents aimlessly before grabbing the carton of OJ. Just then two muscular hands wrapped themselves around her waist, the familiar mild cologne instantly filling her senses.

"I love you, janam." Yaseen mumbled as he kissed her clothed shoulder pulling her closer to himself.

"The feelings are not mutual, janam." Dina said mockingly, as she lifted the carton to her lips and drank.

"How many times have I told you to not drink from the carton. Insaan bhi ban liya karo kabhi." Yaseen muttered, unlocking his hands from her waist and grabbed the carton from her hands before pouring some into a glass.

(Become a human for once.)

"Ooh see who is talking?" Dina scoffed, pushing the glass away."Anyways, I want chicken fajitas for dinner."

"Aww, is my human hippo hungry?" Yaseen cooed, rubbing Dina stomach in a circular motion, while Dina swatted his hands away.

"Yes and this human hippo is seconds away from kicking your ass to Alaska."

This caused Yaseen to pout, but he once again found himself wrapping his arms around her waist as he rested his chin on top of her head.

"Tum itni jallad aurat ho, pata hai? Shohar ki zara bhi izzat nahi hai tumhe."

(You are such a beastly woman, you know? You don't respect your husband even an ounce)

Dina twisted her body in his arms and turned around to face him as she placed her hands on his stomach, looking up at him with her warm eyes.

"Accha jee, shohar jaahilon ka sartaaj hai to izzat kaha se aani hai."

(Really? If the husband is the king of idiots then from where will I get respect.)

"Dekho, ab tum bohot zyaada bol rahi ho. I'll cancel today's plan of going ice skating."Yaseen threatened to which his wife's eyes widened in an instant and she threw her arms around him squealing.

Dina had been wanting to go ice skating for the longest time, but their schedule had always been busy. One thing or the other always seemed to be happening whenever plans for ice skating were made.

(See, if you are talking too much now.)

"Yaseen Hamidi, majal hai jo tumhari agar cancel kiya to, I swear on everything that is holy and pure, you will sleep with Zarda for a month." Dina threatened back with a sugar coated voice as she kissed the side of his jaw lightly, before walking away to get ready.

(Dare you cancel it)

Yaseen clenched his eyes in agony as he watched the shrewd enchantress strut away. She was so manipulative but she was all he ever wanted.

•••

Sitting down in the car, Dina grabbed the aux cable all ready to travel.

"Dina, my darling wife. You promised. Baddua na lo mujhse, meri jaan." Yaseen smiled bitterly he placed his hand on the steering while the other shifted the gear.

(Don't make me curse you, my love.)

"Yaseen, my darling husband. Himmat hai tum me mujhe baddua dene ki, meri jaan?" Dina smirked back dauntingly.

(Do you have the guts to curse me, my love?)

"Nahi karo yaar! Last time you had the aux, you promised I'll get to have it the next time." Yaseen whined banging his head on the window to his side.

(Don't do it)

"Do you have any proof those words left my mouth?"Dina questioned, raising a perfect eyebrow.

A wicked smirk slowly took over Yaseen's lips as he nodded his head. This caused Dina to stiffen up as she looked at him wearily.

Picking up his phone from the dashboard Yaseen played an audio recording of Dina saying the exact same words he had claimed she had said.Dina's face turned red as she glared at him, not believing her husband could've been so smart and proactive.

"Tum meri jasoosi kar rahe the? You disgraceful chaval!" Dina spat.

(You were spying on me?)

"Agar apki biwi Dina Farooqi naam ki Daghabaaz ho to laazmi hai banda apni khudki hifaazat kare." Yaseen said as a matter of factly.

(If your wife is a corrupt woman called Dina Farooqi then the man has to do the needful to protect himself.)

"Maar jao tum. Mera bas chale to tumhe mein koi gutter mein phenk aao mein." Dina scoffed turning her head towards the window gazing out at the snow covered city.

(Go die, if it were up to me I would've dumped you in some sewage.)

"Uff tum aesi baatein karti ho na to mera dil ulti karne lagta hai." Yaseen grinned grabbing her hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on her knuckles.

(When you talk like this, my heart feels like puking)

"Bus gandi baatein karlwalo tum--" Dina was about to retrot back and pull her hand away but, she saw their car approaching the skating ring.

"Yaseen!" She squealed clutching his hand tightly a wide smile on her face.

( Just say such dirty thing-)

"Dina!" Yaseen squealed back chuckling as he parked the car in the parking space, before getting down and grabbing Dina's hand once again.

Dina stared at the marble white space in awe as she saw people skating away, some flawlessly gliding on the ice like it was all they were ever created to do while some struggled falling on their faces.

Within minutes the couple was inside slipping on their skates, while Yaseen finished strapping in his skillfully Dina seemed to be struggling to even put the skates on. Yaseen smiled at his wife's adorable expression and got down on his knees pushing her hands away from her feet.

"Only I am allowed to bring my wife in such a state of distress." He announced as he fastened the straps on her left skate.

"It's so complicated. Why the hell would they create such problematic skates?" Dina simply pouted watching Yaseen do the same thing he did to her left skate to the right one.

"It's alright, love. Tumhare to kadmon ko chumoon mein. Isi din ke liye allah ne mujhe tumhara shohar banaya hai." Yaseen grinned as he got up finishing his task.

(I'll kiss your feet, if I could. For this day only Allah has made me your shohar.)

"Esi tharki baatein karta hai ye aadmi, tauba hai." Dina said, gagging.

(Such cheap talks this man does, god forbid)

Yaseen narrowed his eyes at her, before skating away. Dina stood up like the whole earth was shaking as she clutched her hands around the railing behind her.

Khwaish to karli, par ice skating karna khak aata hai tumhe, mocked  her concious.

Suddenly her skates slipped against the cold ice, preparing her butt to meet with the ground,but an arm laced around her shoulders stopping her from falling.

The familiar cologne engulfing her senses causing her to sigh in relief as she leaned her head against his chest.

"Thank you."

"Ye tharki aadmi hi bachane waala hai tumhe aakhir mein. Pagal aurat, if you didn't know how to skate then why did you want to come here?" He mumbled, kissing her beanie covered head.

(This cheap man is only going to save you at the end of the day. Mad woman.)

"Nahi chodna mujhe." Dina mumbled burying her nose against his shoulder.

(Don't leave me)

"Mera kya hona hai, agar maine tumhe chod diya to? Come on. It's not that difficult."Yaseen said, holding Dina's hand and creating a little space between them.

(What will happen to me, if I leave you?)

A string of curses and threats left Dina mouth all the while Yaseen taught her.

"Jaahil aadmi, jahannum me jaloge tum."

"Please don't let me fall."

"I'll literally cut of your fingernails and pour cement in your ears."

"Nahi chodo mujhe, Yaseen."

"Meine mar jaana hai, ya khuda."

But, at last it was all fruitful because Dina learnt to skate without any additional support all the while managing not to fall down and curse Yaseen into oblivion.

"You did it, babe!" Yaseen said, grinning like the proud husband he was as he saw her skate towards him.

"We did it." Dina exclaimed wrapping her arms around Yaseen waist, as he kissed her on the nose which was red due to the cold.

"Can we dance, Yaseen?" Dina whispered, looking with hope filled eyes at him.

"Yahan? Mujhe sharam aa jaye gi." Yaseen gushed, burying his nose in her neck.

(Here? I'll feel shy)

Dina rolled her eyes pushing him away causing him to tumble back, thankfully not enough to make him fall. She was going to skate away from him, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards himself causing her to fall on him chest abruptly.

"Of course I'll dance with you, Dins. I'll dance with you even if the whole world was burning." Yaseen whispered, wrapped his arms around her waist in return causing her to loop her arms around his shoulders.

Yaseen shuffled with his airpods with Dina still in his arms and connected it to his phone, before playing the perfect song to dance to. He brushed Dina's hair to the side, and then placed one airpod in her ear while he wore the other.

(a/n: play the song attached above now)

If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you

The cold winter air blew against their exposed skins, yet their hearts were warm and filled with love. Swaying to the beats of the song, a huge grin grazed their lips.

Drive highways and byways to be there with you

Their steps seemed to be uncoordinated because of the skates,but Yaseen found himself drowning in the eyes of the women he loved with everything in his being. Chocolate swirls. He was once again consumed with the feeling to kiss those inviting eyes, and he didn't protest his instincts like he had done many years ago. Instead he gave in.

Over and over the only truth

Everything comes back to you

He kissed her eyebrow, which automatically caused her to close her beautiful eyes. And then he kissed her on each of her eye lids. A flutter arose in his stomach when a wide grin danced across her lips her eyes still sealed closed.

You still make me nervous when you walk in the room

"Yaseen" Dina whipered, breathlessly.

"Dina" He breathed back, leaning down to her height and placing his forehead on hers

Them butterflies they come alive when I’m next to you

Unknown to them because they were in their own bubble, a kid skated amaturely towards them stumbling and dashed right into Dina causing her to push Yaseen and both of them fell on the ice, with Dina on top of Yaseen.

Yaseen groaned as his back hit the ice in the harshest of ways possible, but the bubbling laughter from the woman on his chest caused a smile to take over his lips, his pain long forgotten to a numb.

Over and over the only truth

Everything comes back to you

Everything comes back to you

•••

Dina was arranging for a charity event when she received a call from her son's school.

"Mrs Hamidi, Could you please pay the school a visit?" The principal's secretary questioned, with a sickly sweet tone.

"What has he done this time?" Dina sighed as she massaged her forehead lightly.

"Let's discuss that when you come here, shall we? And please do come soon, Principal Lopez is a busy man." The secratary said, before cutting the call.

Dina grabbed her blazer and handbag, instructing her assistant to manage the rest of the arrangements and headed towards the school where her satanic child was.

Entering the premises, Dina spotted her son and his bestfriend standing next to each other busy snickering amongst themselves.

Dina, glared furiously at the little twat as she walked towards him and twisted his ear.

"Mumma! Stop! Nahi karein na." The fifteen year old boy screeched just like his father would've.

"Kya gul khilaye hai tumne is baar, Daniyal."Dina said, as she narrowed her eyes at him, who stared right back at her with those familiar ocean blue eyes.

(What have you done this time?)

Daniyal Hamidi, was seemingly to be an exact replica of her beloved husband, both physically and mentally. He shared the same hair and eyes of his father, but had inherited the button nose and plump lips from his mother. Nevertheless, His mother's inherited genes were recessive and it proved to be true as he grew older.

"Haww! Mumma. Why would you think I did something? I am the best boy here in school." Daniyal retroted in attempts of coaxing his mother.

Dina scoffed at her son, now eyeing his bestfriend who stood nervously shaking.

"Faris! Kya kiya hai tum do nalayakon ne is baar? Principal ne tumhari ammi ko bhi bolaya hai na."

(What have you two useless fellows done? The principal has called your mother too right?)

"Dina Aunty, Mama to India gayi hui hai." Faris said, brushing the sweat off his forehead before patriotizing his mother land by fisting his hand in the air. "Mera bharat mahaan!"

(Mama has gone to India.) (All hail india.)

"Accha? Tumhari mama ko to maine aaj subah supermarket mein dekha tha. India kabse supermarket hogaya?" Dina raised her eye brow biting down on her lips preventing a smile from breaking at her face. For the love of God, Faris Malik could never lie.

(Really? I saw your mother in the supermarket this morning. When did the supermarket become India?)

"We are going to die!" Faris screeched, elbowing Daniyal in his ribs as he gazed down at him disappointed.

"Banda jab apna mooh kholta hai, tab gutter jaisi hi baatein niklati hai. I don't need you negativety right now. Kuch positive hi bol de."

( Whenever this guy opens his mouth only sewage like things he talks.)(Say something positive atleast)

"Yay! Hum marne waale hai. Woohoo. Koi gaana bajao, dance karo. Ese mauka baar baar nahi aate." Faris mocked, glaring at his best friend. This caused Dina to chuckle out loud not able to hold her laugh any longer.

(Yay! We are you to die. Someone please play songs and dance. You don't get these chance often.)

Just then, the principal's secratary called for Dina to go in and meet the principal. Smiling lightly, at the boys Dina ruffled their hair before she walked inside to the principal.

"Let's just pray that you both urchins haven't done something horrendously ugly. For both yours and my sake, of course."

Dina knocked on the door before entering the principal's lavish office.

"Mrs Hamidi." The Principal formally nodded her head, when he saw her entering the room.

"Principal Lopez." Dina nodded back, taking a seat on one of the chais placed adjacent to his desk.

"Your son's antics bring you here every other day, I highly suggest you take up a job at our school atleast you'll get paid for your regular visits." The Principal chuckled lightly at his own joke, while Dina stared at him gravely, not even slightly humored.

It was true, Dina payed so many visits to the school every month that it would be alot more when totalled than when she herself was a school going kid. Her son was extremely notorious and always managed to get caught in one trouble or other.

"Well--" he continued clearing his throat awkwardly after a few seconds, "You know your son and his best friend are infamous troublemakers. But, this once they have caused a blunder. They punched a boy, dislocating his nose."

A gasp left Dina's mouth as she placed her hand on her mouth.

"What?! Mister Lopez, Are you sure? I agree my boy is an incorrigible problematic crocodile. But, he would never hurt anyone. Wait! Maybe he would. I don't know what--" Dina rambled not able to proces what she was being told but the principal cut her off.

"Mrs Hamidi. Please calm down. We are not going to expel Daniyal or Faris. They might be perplexing kids, but they have an exceptional academic and sports record. Letting them go would be a huge mistake on the school's part."

Hearing this Dina finally breathed in relief.

"It seems to be that the boy they punched was bullying a girl. The whole cafeteria was an audience to this. I might as well say this but, I am proud of them for standing up for that girl. They didn't react in the wisest of ways but, their intentions were surely pure." The principal concluded placing his hands on the table.

Dina's chest puffed up in pride as her shoulders relaxed, but soon fury laced her senses.

"Principal Lopez with all due respect, you could have told me directly. I was so close to having a mental breakdown."

The principal gave her a cheeky smile with eyes narrowed as if the only thing he enjoyed in his job was watching parents freak out.

Sighing Dina got up, thanking the principal she walked out. Daniyal was standing alone now, Dina assumed Faris was with his mother probably getting scolded like she herself had done earlier without knowing the actual truth.

"Dani! Why aren't you scared of me, you beghairat andey?" Dina said, swinging her arm around his shoulders who was a few metres shorter than she was.

(Disgraceful egg)

"Honestly, Mumma. I have worse nightmares of flunking at art." Daniyal said, smirking cheekily.

"Jaisa baap, waisa beta." Dina muttered rolling her eyes as they headed towards her car.

(Like father, like son.)

"Aww you miss baba, don't you?"

"Yes, my feet do. He used to massage my feet every night after I threatened to dismantle his neck." Dina bloated smiling as she unlocked the car sitting inside.

"And they say, like father like son. Baba isn't agressive. He is the calmest man I know. It's you who are a beastly jungli. Like mother like son." Daniyal chuckled, as he looked out of the window.

"Apni maa ko jungli bula rahe ho. Beghairat." Dina screamed, whacking the back of his head.

And so their random banters continued as they reached home.

(You are calling your mother a cave woman.)

•••

Yaseen was on a month long business conference and was scheduled to return today. He hadn't informed his family as he wanted to surprise them and so he did.

The house was dark when he had arrived, the only source of light was coming from the study where is beautiful wife sat perched up drowsily on the chair, with documents scattered and her laptop open.

A yawn left her mouth as she leaned her head against her palm, her eyes threatening to close shut.

Unconsciously, Yaseen walked towards her from behind and slowly whispered wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Yes, Being gorgeous all the time must be exhausting."

Dina's eyes jerked open as she twisted her body hearing his voice and engulfing his perfume.

"Yaseen!"

"Yes, babe." Yaseen whipered, tightening his arms around her. Wherever he went, he always seeked the comfort he found with her in his arms. Wherever she was, was home. Dina was his home.

"Are you really here?" Dina questioned, as she traced his face with  her thumb. She had forgotten to live without him. He was her biggest supporter. Biggest pillar of strength.

"Did you miss me, Dins?"

"Of course, I missed my massaging slave." Dina said, with utmost seriousness as she buried her head in the crook of his neck.

A throttle bubbled front deep inside his throat as he kissed the top of her head.

"And, this slave missed massaging his Queen's feet."

"How's Dani? He's asleep right?" Yaseen questioned, after a few to which Dina hummed.

"Your darling son was on the verge of getting expelled today. He dislocated a boy's nose."

Yaseen's eyes widened in amusement and suprise, " I am sure he did that with some plausible explanation. Was Faris there too?"

Dina nodded before continuing.

"The boy he punched was bullying a girl."

"See, We have raised our boy right, Dins." Yaseen said, as he dragged Dina to Daniyal's room.

"We have. I am proud of him." Dina whipered as she watched her husband kiss her sleeping son's head lovingly.

"He's growing so fast, remember when we used to play rock-paper-scissors for deciding on who would change his diapers." Yaseen reminisced, as Dina rested her head on his shoulder.

"Of course, I always won."

"That's cause I always let you win, janam."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweety." Dina said, smirking as she tapped his back walking out from the room.

"Obviously you. Gosh, I haven't had good sleep in almost a month." Yaseen  exclaimed as he followed her out, closing their son's room door behind him.

Dina looked at him, and analysed his face knowing what he said was absolutely true because pigmented bags were under his glamorous ocean eyes.

Yaseen still looked the exact same he had looked years ago. Only a few wrinkles and a thick beard covered his jawline that gave him a rustic look. That was all that had changed of him. He had aged like fine wine.

On the other hand Dina had gained weight after giving birth, stretch marks and side rolls were already a thing for Dina since she was young, but she had learnt to embrace her body because the man she loved worshipped it like it was holy grail.

"Let's feed you, then we are off to bed." Dina whipered as she leaned up to kissed under his eyes.

"Mango milkshake?" Yaseen questioned excited, his eyes shining like a kid in a candy shop.

Dina sighed nodding as she grabbed the ingredients and passed it to her husband. Who immediately began doing his magic and whipping up his favourite beverage.

After the milkshake was prepared Yaseen immediately plopped himself beside her, handing her one glass of it while he sipped on the other.

Dina leaned her head against his as she clutched the cold milkshake in her palms.

How had she gotten so lucky? The man right beside her was perfect in every aspect. Had always been. Not only had he made her love herself but also helped her break free from the insecurities that she held in her heart.

With him around, her heart was always at ease. He was the best father to their son. The best husband any women could ask for. But, most of all he was hers. And undeniably there would be no Dina Farooqi without Yaseen Hamidi.

•••

a/n

Hello my beautiful aaloos!

I am not crying you are (╥﹏╥)

My babies have all grown up!

I hope you enjoyed the epilogue. I tried my best, honestly. I am so sorry if it didn't meet your expectations.

The ice skating scene was heavily inspired from night changes by one direction*shies away*

Where are my directioners at?

Yup, that's the end for Yaseen&Dina. About Momin bhai, many of you wanted me to include him in the epilogue but, it would complicate a lot of stuff so I didn't. Also, this is the longest chapter I have ever written. It has 4500+ words! Phew it was a handful to write anyways I did it. Now please shower your love by voting and commenting.

I might, actually write an one shot with Momin Bhai X Gul-e-Rana X Inspector  Zeenat. No promises though.

Alright see you in the next story! Which is my mendak's :)

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Cya byee, stay safe

~ flawfully