*hashir and Hana are in no way related. Her father died before her birth and her birth mother was sick and that's why she left her at Ameera and Hashirs house. Hope this clears out misconceptions. If your still confused, check our chapter 2 of Tifl.*
Hashir was walking up the stairs when he heard wails resonating down the halls. It was obvious who these cries belonged to.
He ignored the cries and walked towards his room, which was empty. He heard the shower running and immediately figured out his wife was in there.
The cries still hadn't stopped. He contemplated on wether to check on Hana or not as the wails only got louder. Martha was also on her day off so there were only three people in the house.
He slowly started moving towards the cries until he reached the room.
His dead daughters room.
Hashir hadn't been anywhere near the room after his daughter passed away. He was so excited to have a child. It had always been a wish of his to have children but because of his wife, that may not be possible any more.
Hashir slowly opened the door and saw Hana crying in the crib. He advanced towards the crib and stood in front of it.
Hana looked up before trying to reach Hashir. Her little arms were up towards him, as if she was asking him to pick her up.
And he did.
Hana only stopped crying when she cuddled her face into Hashirs neck. He gently swayed back and forth, lulling Hana to sleep.
"Is this how it feels to have a baby?"
After a few minutes of swaying back and forth, he put Hana back in her crib. She was peacefully sleeping.
Hashir watched her in awe.
Hana was an adorable child. Her big brownish grey eyes always sparkled. Her milky white skin clashed against the brown tendrils on her head. She would always be smiling and laughing.
"Is this what our daughter would have looked like?"
And just like that, he moved away. It was as if someone had poured cold water on him.
This thing was taking his dead daughters place.
His hatred for the infant grew more. Ameera was replacing their dead child with her. He would never let that happen. He stalked out of the room and headed straight towards the study.
He would never let that thing take his dead daughters place.
*2 weeks later*
Hashir woke up to the sound of crying. He blinked his eyes in confusion and looked around the room. He had arrived home late last night from his business trip. He had gone to London to meet up with some investors and returned home after a week and a half. He saw Ameera rushing out the room and towards Hana's room.
Ameera started making Hana's milk. Her sleep schedule was usually the same. She would wake up around Fajr time, drink milk then go back to sleep and then wake up around 9 again for more milk.
After burping Hana, she laid her on the carpeted floor and Hana started to play with the kick and play piano gym that Ameera had bought a few days back. The toy had kept little Hana occupied the whole day and she was amazed by it every time.
Her phone vibrated in her hand and saw it was a no caller ID number. She was hesitant to pick it up but she still did anyway, seeing it may have been an emergency.
"Hello?" She spoke out.
"Ameera," she immediately relaxed after she heard the familiar voice. "Meri beti, khaysi ho?" Her father in law spoke out.
(My daughter, how are you)
"Mai theek ho, Baba jaan. Aap khayse hai?" Amir had insisted that she call him baba jaan. He had always considered Ameera as his own daughter and was over the moon when his son was marrying her.
(I'm good, baba jaan. how are you; baba jaan is another way to say father)
"Mai be theek ho, beti. Maine puch na tha agar tum aur Hashir aaj free ho? Mai ana chahra tha apke ghar per," he questioned. One thing about Amir was no matter who he was taking to, he would always use "aap" in terms of respect.
(I'm also good. I wanted to ask if you and Hashir were available today? I wanted to come over to your house)
Ameera thought about it for a second. There was no where to go anyway so they were both available. "Jee, we are free, aap jab marzy ajayeh."
(Yes, you can come whenever)
"Acha theek hai. How is Hana?" Amir had formed a bond with Hana ever since they met. After talking on the phone for a few more minutes, they shared their good byes and Ameera got to work.
Ameera loved cooking Pakistani dishes. Whenever her grandmother would come over from Pakistan or when she would visit there, she would always teach little Ameera how to cook the basics. Her mom also thought her dishes that her grandmother wasn't able too.
"Shoot, I forgot to tell Hashir," Ameera muttered. She walked out of the kitchen after turning the heat low for the pulao. She walked into Hashirs office to see he was looking out the window.
"Baba jaan is coming over," she said, after clearing her throat. He merely gave her a glance.
"Rachel is coming over today," he said.
Ameera's eyebrows knitted in confusion. "Why is she coming over?!"
"Because she wanted to," was his shallow reply. Truth was, his wife's jealousy amused him to no end.
"But baba jaan is coming today," she once again argued.
"And so is Rachel," his tone held finality.
"Why is she coming anyway? She's an employee. I don't get what business she has here," she frustratedly said. She hadn't gotten a chance to ask Hashir was his problem was seeing he left for a business trip. He seemed to get more cranky and annoyed.
"If she bothers you that much, you can leave,"
Ouch.
"Right," Ameera said, her voice cracking. "In the end Hashir, that is your only reply," she stated in a hard tone before whirring around and storming out of his office.
The silence in the dining room was awkward. Amir Hamdani was seated at the head of the table, Hashir on his right and Ameera next to him. On Amir's left, Rachel sat.
Rachel seemed to talk endlessly. It was as if she was trying to impress the former Hamdani enterprise owner.
And it got on every one of Ameera's nerves.
"My father had always been a pious and righteous man," Rachel continued on.
Ameera imitated her before muttering Churale under her breath. Hashir, of course, heard his wife seeing she was sitting right beside her. He started choking on his food and coughing.
"Oh no, Hashir, are you okay?" Rachel questioned, her voice sill of concern.
"Such a great actor," Ameera thought to herself.
After Hashir had calmed down, Amir started talking to the couple in Urdu, leaving Rachel confused.
Amir secretly sent her wink before Ameera's eyes widened in realization. He had caught on to her jealousy. I mean, it was pretty obvious. The glare, fake smiles, purposely calling each other the wrong names. If it wasn't hate, then what was it? She felt proud that her father in law was helping her out.
Cries broke out through the baby monitor and Ameera rushed upstairs. She grabbed Hana who had been sleeping before and brought her downstairs to where everyone else was.
As if recognizing Amir, she leapt into his arms. Or at least tried to. The sight was absolutely adorable.
"And who's this, Aneera?" Questioned the churale.
"Hana," Ameera curtly replied.
Rachel slowly nodded her head before looking away, deep in thought.
Hana looked around her surroundings, her little fist in her mouth.
(I'm literally having such baby fever it's not funny)
Hana looked at Hashir before making grabby hands at him. Hashir looked at her in surprise. Hana hadnt really acknowledged Hashir before for he was never around her. Amir handed over Hana to Hashir who still was frozen. Hana rested her face in his chest before drifting off to sleep.
That's literally all she ever did. Sleep.
By the time everyone was finished with dinner, Hana was fast asleep. No surprise there. Amir offered to put her back in her crib and not long after, he left. Ameera decided to bind everything up leaving just Hashir and Rachel.
"I need to use the restroom, I'll be right back," said Rachel, giving Hashir a smile before walking away.
The baby monitor next to Hashir started to leave out some noises. Hashir immediately went up the stairs and advanced towards Hana's room, fearing the worst.
As soon as he reached, he saw Rachel coming out the room.
"Oh, Hashir. W-what are you doing here?" She questioned, her tone almost frightened.
"I could ask you the same," he stated.
"Oh, I umm, forgot where the bathroom was so I went to the upstairs one and...decided to check on Hana because I thought I heard something," she nervously admitted.
Hashir slowly nodded his head and opened his mouth to say something before Rachel beat him to it.
"Oh no," she started, "I told my friend I would meet up with them. I'm sorry but I have to go," she started rushing down the hall, leaving a confused Hashir behind.
What the hell was that about?
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Important- next update when we at least hit 2k
You guys finally got insight of Hashirs emotions and what he thinks about this whole situation.
Be prepared for the next chapter hehe
You guys better be happy with this update. I literally have somewhere to go early in the morning which is in less then 6 hours but being the awesome author I am, I updated despite the circumstances.
ALSO DOES SOMEONE SPEAK FLUENT PUSHTO???? I need someone to help me with translations for my other book.
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