Tu hai tera ye sansaar saara
Main aur mera pyaar saara tere hi liye✨
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Just a few days back she was running after her Golu and now she was sitting beside a man. Not just any man but her husband in a car driving towards his home.
She couldn't help but shed tears as she was overwhelmed by everything. And she knew Safwan's decision of marrying her was right. She wasn't coping in the orphanage. Everything there brought memories of that horrible day.
Fiddling with her fingers she peeked at him through her lashes. He looked serious with a straight face. Hands gripping the steering wheel in a deadly grip. Her gaze didn't stop there this time. It roamed all across his features. This was the first time she was watching her husband closely. The sharp jawline accompanied by full plump lips. A straight nose and almond shaped eyes blessed with dark black irises. Jet black hair falling on his forehead that she itched to remove but held back.
Her husband was a beautiful Creation of Allah
At first she was angry at him for hiding his true identity but his reasons were acceptable and she couldn't help but feel proud of her husband. She was feeling a strange emotion as she mumbled.
"Hum ek fauji ki biwi hain"
(I am wife of a soldier)
Her not so quiet mumbling was clearly heard by her husband who smiled softly gaining her attention. She bowed down her head in embarrassment.
Safwan smiled at her cute expressions.
"Aap Major ki biwi hain Mrs Safwan"
(You are wife of a Major Mrs Safwan)
Her confusion arises as she looks up at him with thoughtful eyes adorning a cute pout on her face.
"Tou kya wo fouji nhi hota?"
(Is he not a Soldier then?"
This time he laughed till his eyes crinkled with happiness and Mirha bewitchingly gazed at her husband's dimpled laugh.
"Hum aapke fouji hain bas"
(I am your Soldier)
He smiled down at her with so much softness that she felt a red hue appearing on her cheeks. Quickly hiding her face from him she strayed her vision outside the window making him smirk.
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The journey towards Islamabad went smoothly with small talk between them and Mirha slept through the rest of the way.
All of a sudden Safwan remembered that dream that he had when he was in hospital about her. The way she was saying that she loved cities. He looked at her to find her asleep. A small smile touched his lips and he called her softly.
"Mirha"
No response
He gently shook her hand that was placed on her lap. Her eyes flutter open blinking away the sleep as she sat up properly looking up at him.
"Hamara Ghar agaya"
(We reached our home?)
Safwan's heart burst with happiness at the word 'home'. He was on cloud nine at the moment.
"Abhi hum Islamabad pahunche hain. Ghar abhi door hai. Aap ne sheher dekhna tha na?" He gently said, gaining her attention.
(We have reached Islamabad. Home is still far away. You wanted to see a city, right?)
"Aapko kaise pata ke hamein sheher bohat pasand hain?" She asked with a confused expression.
(How do you know that I love cities?)
Safwan smiled at her question. Just as he was about to answer she face palmed.
"Oho hum bhi kitne budhu hain. Aap fouji hain na. Fouji ko sab pata hota hai"
(How stupid i am? You are a soldier and a soldier knows everything)
Satisfied with her theory she turned towards the window and gazed outside. Her eyes twinkled with happiness as the huge buildings came into view. Safwan kept driving, mesmerized by her answers.
Soon they reached a decent sized home in the main Sectors of Islamabad. He parked the car and walked towards her door.
Mirha all of a sudden felt extremely nervous. What if his family didn't like her? She was a mere villager.
Her trance broke when the door of her side was opened and a hand leaned towards her. Safwan didn't wait for her as he clutched her small hand in his and made her get out of the car. Just as she stood in front of him, he brought her baby hand towards his lips and gently pressed them on the inside of her palm. Mirha stood shocked and scarlet at the sudden intimacy.
"Aa_p kya kar rahe hain?"
(What are you doing?)
"Don't be nervous. My parents are going to love you"
Ignoring her question he soothed her mind and started walking towards his home with her hand fitted perfectly in his.
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To say Mrs Aliyah Yusuf was ecstatic would be an understatement. She adored her bahu (daughter in law). The first sight of her holding Safwan's hand tightly, with nervousness in her eyes, made her place in Aliyah's heart.
Mirha was shocked on how it all happened. The second she entered the house, she was engulfed in a gentle hug by none other than her mother in law. The instant warmth that resided in her body made her crave for mother's love all over again. Safwan knew how his mother was rooting for him to get married that's why when he arrived back to Islamabad after the operation, he asked his mother to give him blessings for what he was going to do.
His mother along with his father accepted his decision and supported him to the very last minute and Safwan could not be more grateful for this.
She was made to rest in a guest room. Safwan wanted her to live in his room but Aliyah opposed this idea saying Mirha will be uncomfortable for now. They decided to arrange a grand Reception after a week and invite their family and friends. Safwan himself wanted her to wear a bridal dress and get ready for him. He couldn't wait for that day.
The Walizada family was always there for her whenever she needed a family to cherish her.
Sanaya being the best friend she can rely on.
Mirha in a short span of time booked a permanent place in their hearts.
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She was looking like a doll as she walked towards him in her beautiful dress. Hands adorned with mehndi, she held the flowers gently in them. Her gaze went down due to shyness. The small red tint present on her chubby cheeks was enough for Major Safwan to lose control.
He took her hand in his as she neared the stage and made her sit beside him. So close that their thighs touched.
"Shadi mubarak Meri Mirha" Safwan leaned down and whispered softly at which she just nodded in return making him smile adorably at her.
Their small cute moment broke as a shrill voice pulled them apart. A grinning Ammar and Ali walked towards them holding a huge box wrapped in a sequin gift paper.
Safwan stood up and hugged them both. After he pulled away Ali grinned at his bhabhi.
"Bhabhi you are very lucky to see this side of him. What we got throughout our training was only 'Stand your lazy ass up and complete the lap' " Ali mocked his grumpy accent and both of them started laughing at their Major's glare.
Ammar sat beside her on the decorated sofa, completely ignoring Safwan's glares.
"Major sahab aaj kuch nahi kahen ge Ali main to kehta hun tu bhi aaja beth ja yahan"
(Major will not say anything today. Ali come and sit here too)
"Rahim bhai.." she was cut off mid sentence by Ammar who whined like a child at his undercover name.
"Ugh not again"
Safwan was about to say anything when he sat shocked at her sweet giggles. A daze appeared in front of him. Only Mirha was in his sight and all the bickering of those idiots fell on deaf ears.
As soon as Mirha looked up at him a shy smile appeared on her face and she bowed down her head again. Ammar and Ali wiggled their eyebrows at their boss who was ready to shoot them now.
Mirha glanced at him, who was busy glaring at his friends. She couldn't help but feel proud of him. Her husband was a gentleman. A warrior on battle grounds and a loving husband with her. Safwan had enough of her innocent stares. She really thought he wasn't aware of her staring but in reality it was getting really hard for him to resist his butterfly now.
Having enough of her teasing he held her hand and stood up making her look up at him with confusion. A warm smile appeared on his face as he led them towards his mother.
"Ammi Mirha is not feeling well. I think we should go home"
Mirha snapped her head towards him at his smooth lie.
Aliyah Yusuf looked at her with worried eyes and patted her head softly.
"You kids go. I'll look after here"
She smiled at her bahu and kissed her forehead and then repeated the same with her son.
Just as they were about to leave the hotel a ping sounded on his cellphone. Safwan took it out and read the message from his father that made him choke on his saliva.
"Koi acha bahana bana sakte thay"
(You could have come up with a better excuse)
Mirha tried to reason with him that leaving like this from their own reception would look rude but her reasons fell on deaf ears.
Safwan led her towards their car but instead of opening the door for her, he pushed her towards the car and trapped her small body between his and the car. His large, muscular arms resting on the car on either side of her face, trapping her from both sides.
Her breath hitched as her eyes came in contact with his darker ones.
Leaning down he nuzzled his face in her swan-like neck making her shiver in his arms.
"Mirha..."
"I never lost on battlegrounds. I was always the tough one but today I have lost it. I have lost all the control I have in me. Tumhara Major tumse beinteha mohabbat karta hai''
(Your Major loves you so much)
A gasp escaped her lips as she looked down at his shoes with teary eyes. Safwan softy held her chin up and cupped her face in his strong, rough hands.
"Look at me Begum"
She shook her head at him and he smiled at her cuteness. Safwan leaned down and pressed his cold lips on her warm forehead. Her eyes flutter close to cherish the heavenly intimacy. She felt immensely close to her husband along with a sense of security.
Instead of pulling away, he wrapped his arms around her making her snuggle in his chest. Mirha wrapped her arms around his waist and closed her eyes to feel the euphoria of the moment.
"I'll wait for the day when you will say those beautiful words to me. Take your time. I am right here" kissing her head gently he tightened his hold on her.
Kaise mujhe tum mil gayi
Kismat pe aaye naa yakeen
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ᴀɴʏ ɢᴜᴇss ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ?
sᴛᴀʏ ᴛᴜɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜʀ ɪɴsᴛᴀɢʀᴀᴍ.
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~ɴᴜɢɢᴇᴛ.