0.1🌹𝐉𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐭🌹

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(*peek a boo*🙊

Look who's here with a ✨sUrPrIsE✨ after a whole month

👉👈🥰 Did y'all miss me?👀

Well, I thought to bring back ur fav couples of the book so let's dive straight into the ride~💃)

✨Abura✨and 🌹Ayla🌹

(Their lil baby girl.)

✨Dawoor✨ and 🙈Waleed🙈

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Life was going beautifully peaceful and thornless for both the couples with their cute and small family. Until some prying eyes decided to peep into their lives and add some missing spice again. (Y'all know who I'm referring to, but yeah, lemme get to serious business now ._.)

Hoor was, as always, the loud mirchi we've known and seen. She still keeps Mr. Dawood, one of the biggest businessman, the owner of a multinational company, cry out of helplessness in front of her stubborn demands. Yes, he is a biwi ka ghulam at home.

Whereas, the naughty boy Waleed, who is now a 16 year old teenager, does all the illegal stuff he can by hiding from his father's eyes, as in sneaking out his dad's car to take his mumma out for shopping on her demand only. Or else, he's the best son of our best boy.

"Waleed!" She whisper-yelled at the fair-skinned, long haired tall boy earning a frustrated groan from him. Apparently, they were going to sneak out in her rich husband's car in the garage since Hoor wanted to go to eat unhealthy food which she wasn't allowed to, but Dawood had unexpectedly arrived earlier than usual. What a bummer. Worst, what a dhokebaz was her son to have almost exposed her in front of him.

"Mumma, meine papa ko aapki shikayat laga deni hai ab. Aap hamesha-" He was cut off as she passed him a death glare.

"Maar khani hai?" She threatened him with her very commonly used phrase as he rolled his eyes looking away.

"Aur khilati hi kia hain aap?" Carelessly ruffling his long hair, he plopped on the nearby sofa, as Hoor furiously lunged forward towards him.

"Kia matlab hai tumhara? Mai tumhe khana nai deti? Na shukre kahin ke!" She slapped the back of his head making him groan again. "Yeh jo ghaunsla rakhne ki permission di hai meine tumhe, ganj kar dena hai meine tumhara ainda badtameezi ki maa ke saath tou."

This was enough to shut him up, he didn't want to lose his hair knowing his daring mother could actually go to that extent. Dawood soon entered the hall after freshening up and joined them.

"Kia hua? Phir se khatir tawazo ho rahi hai janab ki?" He joked looking at a sulking Waleed, who responded with a sigh. "Papa aap bhi?!" Dawood laughed at his son's complaint.

"Aap wese aaj jaldi kese aa gae?" Hoor tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, asking slyly.

"Oh, today's meeting got postponed so I got free early and decided to come back. Kyun, aapko acha nahi laga?" Dawood raised a brow at her suspicious behaviour.

Dur fitte moun meeting postpone karne walo ka. Aaj ka din hi mila tha?

"Nahi, ab aisi bhi baat nahi hai. Aise hi pooch liya tha." She sat back on the sofa, passing her son glares as he passed a knowing grin her way.

"Did you eat your medicines?" As always, he questioned her as she cleared her throat and nodded in agreement. "Of course, I did. Kese bhool sakti hun mai?" She fiddled with her fingers, lying on his face.

Hoor had gotten diarrhea a few days ago and looking at her in that state had Dawood really worried, since she was a person who rarely got sick or lost her spark due to it. She had fainted at night so he had taken her to the hospital, and of course she was prescribed to get many medicines by the doctor. Knowing Hoor, he knew she wouldn't take them on time so he usually made her swallow them down by his hands to feel satisfied.

But after three days, she was active again and said she's all good now, but he wasn't going to risk it and told her to complete her medication course. Hoor had planned her ways to fool him, but who was she kidding?

"You're lying, aren't you?" He disappointedly looked at her.

"Haw haye! Aap mujhe jhooti keh rahe hain?" She angrily glared at him, trying to shift the topic.

"Nahi, aapki baat kuch hazam nahi hui. Jin medicines ki aap shakal dekhna pasand nahi karti, unko kese bhool sakti hun bolna?" He continued, looking at Waleed. "Seems fishy, right?"

"Bilkul, sahi baat hai." He agreed, bobbing his head up and down with a playful smile.

"Chup karo tum!" She gritted out at her son for siding with his father, "aapke liye fishy hai tou khudi sambhaalein apni fishiness ko! Not my problem. Mujhe wese bhi F for fish nahi pasand."

Both the son and the father laughed out loud at the remark. She was the cutest wife and the sassiest mother, and the light/hoor of their house. Her getting sick was truly a sour sight for them and they hoped for her to stay healthy and soulful just like this.

"Okay. I'm going for a football match then." Waleed stood up, concentrated on typing something on his phone.

"Agar 7 baje se late hue tou ghar wapis rukh karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hai." Hoor smiled at him, a very motherly yet threatening smile he knew the meaning behind.

"Acha na, mumma." He whined, these restrictions were endless, as she dropped the second one.

"Ava ka naam-o-nishan tou nahi hoga na wahan?"

"For God's sake mumma! She was just meri bachpan ki crush, aap usski jaan chor bhi dein ab."

"Bold of you to assume she ever will. You don't even know, she kept complaining about her the whole night on the eventful day not letting me sleep at all." Dawood shook his head, chuckling.

"Aur mujhe jo poori raat aik taang pe khara kiya tha washroom ke aage?" Waleed cried out, as if reliving the painful night. "If not for you, I probably would've gone langra for my whole zindagi." He sighed out, as Dawood had sneaked him to bed just after an hour of his punishment.

Ever since then, Ava had become a hot topic in their household, a heated burning one for Hoor who was ready to kill her if ever mentioned or brought up.

"Han tou sahi hai na! Avein hi uss choohiya ki baat kar ke mujhe ghussa na dilaein!" Hoor turned red folding her arms.

"Okay, I'm out now."

"Kick it, my boy!" Dawood fist-bumped with him, as the duo proudly did their self-made handshake. Hoor yawned, giving them an uninterested gaze, while on the inside she always enjoyed watching the father and the son do the ritual.

"Wapis aa jaun ga time pe, and kisi ajnabi ko moun nai lagaunga, aur kisi larki ki taraf ankh utha kar bhi nai dekhun ga! Ab jaun?" He obediently counted the orders on his fingers and tickled her when she pouted and finally gave in. Ruffling his hair, she lovingly spoke the endearment "khota" as he jogged out.

"Mujhe remote pass karna." Dawood pointed at the black object placed on the table, in the very middle, at equal distance from both of them.

"Haath toote hue hain aapke?" She snapped at him, rolling her eyes and comfortably bringing her legs up on the sofa as she watched him give her a not-so-surprised yet narrowed look.

That's for ruining my secretly well-planned meal Mr. Dawood!

"By the way," he began after a while, "would you like to go to a birthday party with me this weekend?" Hoor's eyes lightened upon hearing the word party. She loved going to all these social events with him, the social butterly she was.

"Zahir hai, yeh koi poochne wali baat thi! Kiski birthday hai wese?" She curiously asked.

"Wo meri secretary..." he paused as she gave him a side eye, "Wo nai waali?" She raised a brow as Dawood nodded.

"Her daughter is turning one year old. So she invited me with lots of enthusiasm. She's been a very diligent and hard working woman these past three years working for the company, and I couldn't decline the invitation, it's for the whole family." He further explained.

"Haye, acha usski beti ki birthday hai! Phir tou mujhe cute sa gift bhi le kar jana chahiye." She exclaimed clapping her hands together, her mood taking a 180՞ shift. Dawood chuckled shaking his head. "Of course."

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The beautifully constructed two-story house stood tall in the middle of the busy street. The small family residing there was indeed the luckiest. Living a problem free life. The new resident of the house had it turned upside down from the day she was born as the parents, especially her father was probably the happiest man alive on the planet.

It had been four years since their marriage, as their first born baby was turning one soon. Abuzar, who was over the moon ever since he heard the news of him becoming a father, was actually asleep at the time she was born during the night in the hospital. Couldn't blame him, poor man had sleepless nights waiting for her and even after her birth when his daughter turned out to be a very active child. He was always amused by her little actions watching her grow day by day.

Amarra was still the same. Her love for roses and her husband, now her little daughter added to the list was endless. Their happiness. The only thing that mattered. She had gotten job in one of the best companies here and achieved her dreams by working hard. Life was peaceful and rosy just as she had wished.

They were planning for a grand birthday party for their pampered baby, who had become a thornless rose in their life bringing in bundles of joy and delight for the couple. Amarra was currently busy preparing feeder for her hungry daughter as Abuzar made sure she didn't crawl away under the bed as usual.

"Ayla~" He lovingly got closer to her small laid down figure, tapping her tiny nose and placing a kiss on her forehead. She innocently stared at her father with her large hazel green eyes, which resembled him, while her features were a copy of her mother. Amarra loved the fact that her eye colour was the same as her father, while Abuzar adored her as a tiny version of his berry.

"Aylu~"Abuzar sang out again and stuck out his tongue making a face, wanting to get a reaction out of her, which he did. She spat out at his face from her joined lips, indeliberately of course, as he jolted away from her.

"Amarra! Tum meri beti ko mere khilaaf bharkaati rehti ho na jab mai nahi hota?" He scrunched up his nose, wiping off the wetness from his face.

"Haw! Mai kyun use bark karna sikhaun gi? What do you mean? Soch samaj ke baat karo." She gave him a disappointed look, walking back towards the baby with her feeder.

"Uff mere khudaya!" Abuzar face palmed, slapping his head and sighed. Ayla started giggling just after that as Amarra picked her up.

"Ay, look at her laughing so cutely. OMG, my cutie!" She exclaimed placing her on her lap.

"Han, apne baap ki bebasi pe has rahi hai." Abuzar joked out then again neared her tiny figure, which was comfortably lying on her mother's lap now.

"Bohat hasi aa rahi hai ab aapko, hun?" He playfully asked, bopping his head, talking in a childish tone with her. He was replied with the same action from her side causing him to shut his eyes, frozen.

"Yar!" He whined. Amarra bit on her lip trying to control her laughter as she quickly attached the feeder to Ayla's mouth, who started gulping it down happily. With her jumper's sleeve, she slowly cleaned his face.

"I think she learnt this action looking at other kids in the baby room." She wondered out loud as Abuzar held her hand, bringing it down from his face.

"I told you not to take her with you to that high class workplace. Aise hi bache hote hain unke, yehi seekhe gi na ab meri masoom bachi unse!" He rolled his eyes, complaining.

"Nai yar! I'm grateful they actually provide a baby room to the employees for their children. Warna mai Aylu ko kahan rakhti? Itni non-shukri na kia karo tum, sahi hai na." She tried convincing him since she was actually concerned she'd have to resign after her daughter's birth but her boss was a very steadfast person, keeping his employees worries always in his sight.

"Acha, nahi karta mai non-shukri." He sarcastically spoke. "Meine bhi offer kia tha, I could take my daughter with me and take care of her."

"Ahan, jab use bhook lagti tou feed bhi tum kara dete, right?" She giggled as she cooed Ayla who had begin to doze off.

"Mazaq ura rahi ho tum mera?" He sulked. "Mai manage kar leta."

"Okay sir!" She dramatically bowed her head then securely placed Ayla's sleeping figure in the baby bed cot. "She's turning one already. Time flies by so quickly." She lovingly patted her stomach then walked back towards him.

"Yeah, she's growing up too fast." He agreed with a pout. "Mujhpe thook bhi phenkne lag gai hai."

Amarra couldn't help but laugh at his sullen face. She pulled onto his cheek, placing a peck there.

"Tumpe bhi phenkti hai?" He suddenly asked staring at her with curiosity. She again chuckled while shaking her head in denial. "Maybe she dislikes the funny expressions you make trying to make her laugh. Or it might be that she enjoyed your reaction.." She again laughed.

"Has kyun rahi ho?" He frowned. "Mujhe samajh aa gai hai! Tum hi ne sikhaya hai meri beti ko yeh karna."

"God! Why would I do that, my hero?" She bit on her lip to stop herself from grinning because of how funny she was finding his serious expressions right now.

"Because I forgot to water your rose garden and skipped my duty for a week. So to take your revenge, you taught my daughter to water me like this." He copied Ayla's actions, pointing at his face. Amarra laughed again in disbelief.

"Damn. That was a great theory, but no. Mera dimag apki tarha itna sharp nai hai. Wese idea bura nai hai. You should've been punished for doing that." She was playing with his hair now as he was comfortably half lying on her shoulder.

He furrowed his brows looking up at her. "I thought I made up for that." He pointed at the bouquet of roses placed on the shelf.

"Yes yes. You did." She smiled but he didn't return it, still sulking. "Come on now!" She ruffled his hair.

"How much do you love me?" He asked, still trying to act tough. She knew the answer he was expecting to get.

"I would give up roses for you." She whispered as if telling a secret, trying to hide the fact from the roses in the vase placed on the table. He proudly grinned.

"Then stop asking me to get them for you everyday, babes." He playfully smirked, knowing the statement would irritate her.

"Kyun? Abhi shaadi ko kuch saal nai hue hain, and you're tired of it? It was written in our marriage contract that you'd always fulfil your duty, the biggest and the most important one being my daily roses!" She ranted out shrugging her shoulder upwards to push him away.

"I was just kidding, my love. Itni jazbaati kyun ho rahi ho?" He got comfortable again as she bit on her lip. "I can never get tired of getting roses for you everyday. It's personally my favourite job too. Apki musqurahat jab mai apko wo deta hun, haye! Dil pe lagti hai seedha." He dramatically closed his eyes, placing a hand over his heart as Amarra giggled, smacking him lightly.

"By the way, gift tou le hi liya hoga ap ne Ayla ke liye?" Amarra raised a brow as Abuzar stilled, blinking his eyes. Oh, gift bhi lena tha!

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Since it was getting too long, I decided to divide it into two parts~

The next part will be where your two favourites are gonna meet and you can expect a 💣💥💣🙂 (They'll have y'all ROFL I promise😭)

Here's a sneak peak:

"Meine yahan lait jana hai agar aap ne yeh mujhe wapis nahi pakraaya!" He exclaimed dramatically as Hoor rolled her eyes, still hugging the wanted treasure close to herself.

"Mai tumhare uper se tap jaun gi, ab peeche hatto!" She waved her hand frantically as Abuzar stood there with a hanging mouth now.

"Yeh zyadti kar rahi hain ab aap!" He cried out stepping her way as she tried walking past him.

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/Author's Note\

*squeals in gibberish while dancing crazily*

Well, while writing this I started missing them more bhae🤧

Why did I have to make it a short story for them and hide them away in my pocket so quickly?

Also, i was wondering, *ahem* Should I write a long story which has been hiding in my drafts since so long:)

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Though the lazy procrastinator I'm, I actually have 10+ stories in my drafts and 100+ in my imaginative brain but I cant get myself to actually publish and start one cuz I'm *y'all know the answer*-

But I just got a sudden writing boost to start writing this one cuz it's actually a very different kinda idea which hit my brain out of nowhere while I was waiting for the sooraj to gharoob so I can attack the food and break my fast- (TMI but meh lmao)

This reminds me, hope you peepel had an amazing 🌜RAMADAN🌛 and collected all the barakah of the blessed month.✨

And keep the people of Palestine in ur prayers too, the things happening there are so physically and mentally exhausting and torturing, I can't even imagine what they must be going through. </3 May Allah make it easy for them and may everything go back to being fine.

Until next time,

Take care🥀

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