Yumna's eyes twinkled seeing Hadeed in the cafeteria as she entered the hospital. It was still 21 minutes until her shift started so she moved towards him. She pulled the chair and sat in front of him, smiling as always she did while Hadeed was around. She was obsessed and whipped, totally. Hadeed smiled back.
"I wanted to talk to you." Hadeed said.
"Yesss." She raised her brows.
"I want to do Phd."
"Good. Are you worried?"
"No." She smiled but her smile was a thoughtful one as if she was thinking something important or worried about something.
"Kia pee rahe hain?"
(What are you drinking?)
"Shake." He forwarded it to her to try. She took a sip and returned it back, making faces.
"Badtameez. Shake nahi hai karwi coffee hai."
(Mannerless. This is not a shake, it's sour coffee.)
"Thank you. Mujhay nahi maloom tha." He smiled a little.
(...I didn't know.)
"Hadeed, mama chahti hain meri rukhsati hojaye." She mumbled after some time, playing with her hands, her eyes on her hands. Hadeed looked up and frowned in confusion.
(Hadeed, Mama wants my Rukhsati.)
<Rukhsati means moving in with your husband.>
"Acha? Mujhay toh nahi bataya kisi ne."
(Really? No one told me.)
"Abhi shayad unho ne apki mama se baat nahi ki."
(I guess she hasn't talked to your mother yet.)
"Ok. Koi problem hai?"
(Ok. Is there a problem?)
"Han wo–"
(Yeah—-)
"YUMNA." Hoor angrily said when she saw them sitting together in a cafe.
"Nai aap aaj bata hi den Dr. Hoor apki meri love life se dushmani kia hai? Jab bhi main apni biwi ke sath beth kr yahan kch khane lagta hun apne zuroor ana hota hai. Pehle to aap single theen, ab kia masla hai?" Hadeed commented while Hoor glared at them.
(No you tell me today Dr Hoor why are you an enemy of my love life? Everytime I sit with my wife here to eat something, you have to come. Previously you were single, what's the problem now?)
"Main bht kch bol sakti hun but I am tired."
(I can say a-lot of things but I am tired.)
She took a chair from another table and sat with them, sighing. She looked exhausted.
"You okay?" Yumna asked.
"Hmm." She looked at the sandwich she bought and made a face. She didn't feel like eating. She felt she'd vomit if she ate. All she wanted was to sleep.
"Khana nahi hai kia ye?" Yumna placed a hand on her arm.
(Don't you have to eat this?)
" Yar dil nahi kar raha ab. It's 4 p.m. When will the clock hit 9?" She said and placed her head on the table.
(I don't want to, now...)
"Dr Hoor, if you're feeling too unwell, why don't you take a leave and go home?"
"So your friend thinks that I got married to him to get favours in the hospital? Nahi chahye unka ehsan, Mar nahi jaungi main 9 baje tak." She looked up at him and stood up to leave. She went to work.
(...I don't need his charity. I won't die until 9.)
'He must have seen that I didn't have lunch. Ajeeb musibat hai.' She thought and then ignored it. He hadn't seen CCTV since he got busy with work after she left.
(...Weird problem.)
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Arsalan woke up at 10 a.m. due to Meerub continuously moving around in bed and now trying to wake him up. He smiled at her but she didn't. She was looking irritated.
"Taatu." She cried and sat on top of placed her hand on his face to wake him up. He frowned when he felt her hand burning and stood up. He placed his hand on her cheeks and then forehead. She had a fever. He picked her up since she was crying. He understood she was feeling pain. Kids of her age mostly cried if someone took their toy but she was the kind that would fight and snatch the toy and then laugh at what she did, her sister was the opposite though.
"Sshhh you'll be fine." He wiped her eyes, kissed her and went to the kitchen. He took out cold water, took a clean napkin, dipped it in water and placed it on her forehead. He kept doing it for a few moments but she was now sobbing and he felt worried. He took her in his lap and knocked Ayaan's door. Ayaan placed a hand on his eyes due to the sunlight but hearing the sobs of a kid, he immediately opened the door.
"What happened to her?" He worriedly looked at Meerub who was crying.
"She has a fever. Kab se roye ja rahi hai."(...She's been crying since long.)
Arsalan patted her again. Ayaan moved forward to take her from Arsalan but she turned her face to the other side and refused to go to him. Ayaan went to the kitchen, took her food out and the medicine and went back. Arsalan made her eat and she didn't refuse. While he made her eat, Ayaan checked her fever. After making her eat, Ayaan brought a spoon of medicine towards her but she didn't take it. Even Arsalan tried to bring it to her mouth but she refused to take it.
"Nhi leni dai." She said and cried. (Dai = Dawai.)
(I don't want to take medicine.)
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"Meeru theek nahi hona? Tatu ka sbse pyara baby hai na?"
Arsalan tried but she didn't open her mouth.
(Meeru don't you want to be well? Aren't you Tatu's favourite baby?)
The brothers looked at each other and decided to start the mission of making her take the medicine. Arsalan held her legs and arms while Ayaan squeezed her mouth and poured it inside and held it for a few seconds until she swallowed the liquid. Ayaan left her after it and the whole house woke up with Meerub's cries. Her grandfather, maid with her kids, and Momal came out.
"Baba meeru ko kia hua hai." Momal ran to her dad and asked worriedly.
(Baba what happened to Meeru.)
"Nothing. She has a little fever. I gave her sour medicine and that's why she's crying."
"Besharmo kaisay dawai dee hai meri poti ko. Idhar aye mera beta dada ke paas." Dilawar Khan moved to take Meerub.
(Shameless people how did you give medicine to my granddaughter? Come here my baby to her grandfather.)
"Da-da." She hiccuped and went to him.
<Dada means paternal grandfather.>
"Dada ki jan, bas. Hum baba or chachu dono ko dekh lengy." He sat on sofa with Meerub in his lap while Momal also sat beside him.
(Dada's World, stop. We'll see both Baba and Chachu.)
"Don't cry Meeru." Momal passed her hand over hairs
"Momi." Meerub went to her lap and placed her head on her shoulder. She wasn't crying anymore but was still hiccuping. Momal kissed her and wiped her face. In a few moments, Meerub was asleep in Momal's lap with her head on Momal's shoulder.
"Tum dono gadhy jitna bhi pyar dedo usko, likin bemari me itne chotay bachay ko maa ki hi zuroorat hoti hai. Is waqt usy Momal me apni maa nazar ayi." Dilawar glared at them.
(No matter how much love you donkeys give her, in illness a baby needs their mother. She's finding her mother in Momal right now.)
Arsalan sighed and Ayaan moved forward and kissed both his daughters.
"Momal beta, apne breakfast karna hoga, meeru mujhay dedo."
(Momal baby, you've to do breakfast. You can give Meeru to me.)
"No baba, she's ill. Her sleep will be disturbed. I'll eat later."
"Baba, aap dua kren wo maan jayen. Inki mama bhi ajayengi." Ayaan said.
(Baba, you pray that she says yes. Their mother will come too.)
"Kia matlab? Tumne kisi larki ko dekha hua hai?"
(What do you mean? Have you seen a girl for yourself?)
"Jee, propose bhi krdya tha. Jawab nahi aya abhi."
(Yes I proposed as well. She hasn't answered yet.)
"Why would you do such a thing? You should've told me & I would have gone to her house to ask for her hand in a respectable way."
"Kesy kia tha?" Arsalan looked at him suspiciously.
(How did you propose?)
"Astaghfirullah kia hogya hai ap dono ko, she's a single mother. Bas sochy samjhe bgher krdya. Wo achi hain, bas itna kafi hai. Aur wo Mujhay yes krengi tabhi unke ghr proposal bhejuga."
Ayaan left towards the kitchen and started making breakfast for Momal while Arsalan followed him.
(Astaghfirullah what has happened to you both? She's a single mother. I just proposed without thinking. She's nice. That's enough to know. And when she says then I'll send the proper proposal to her house.)
"Nashta aap dono bana rahe hai? Main bana deti hun." The helper, Haleema, asked them.
(Are you both making breakfast? I'll make it.)
"Nahi Haleema baji aap rehne den. Main banaunga Momal ke lye. Apki betian bhi wohi kha lengi na?" Ayaan turned towards her.
(No Haleema Baji leave it. I'll make it for Momal. Will your daughters eat that too?)
"Main unka bana longi beta."
(I'll make for them, son.)
"Baji apki beti ke jitni hi meri bhi beti hai, beta toh nahi lagta kahin se main apka. Bhai bol lya kren." Ayaan said and she smiled.
(Baji your daughter is age fellow to my daughters. I don't look like your son from any angle. You can call me brother.)
"Ayaan bhai main unka nashta bana longi."
(Ayaan bhai I'll make for my daughters.)
"Main aj Momal ke lye pancakes bana rha hun, usay bht pasand hain. Apki betion ke lye bhi bana raha hun. Agr unhy pasand na aye to ap bana lijiyega."
(I am making pancakes for Momal, she loves them a-lot. I'll make for your daughters as well. If they didn't like this, you can make for them separately.)
"Likin–" She was interrupted by Arsalan now.
(But—)
"Haleema baji, aap Momal aur Meerub ka kitna khyal karti hain. Momal ke school ka lunch waghera sab banati hain. Ghar bhi sambhaal leti hain. Itna toh hum bhi kar saktay hain. Phir apki betian Momal aur Meerub ki dostain bhi to hain. Yakeen karen, Ayaan bhai itna bura bhi nahi banaty." Haleema chuckled and left to see her daughters.
(Haleema Baji, you take so much care of Momal and Meerub. You make lunch etc everything for Momal's school and manage the house as well. We can at-least do this for you. Your daughters are friends from f Meerub and Momal as well. Believe me, Ayaan bhai isn't that bad of a cook.)
"Arsalan." Ayaan called him who was pouring juice into glasses.
"Jee bhai."
(Yes bhai.)
"Do you remember the first four years of Momal's life? She was the apple of your eyes and mine as well. I didn't focus on her after Momina's death. It was my mistake. Thank You so much for taking care of Meerub in these years. But give some time to Momal as well. I know you're busy and have a life outside taking care of my daughter but—"
"I don't have a life outside taking care of your daughters. They are my life. Do you know what is the best part of my day? When I come home from work, tired and exhausted, I open the door and I hear a voice saying Tatu and then Meerub comes running to me squealing in joy. I pick her up and kiss her and she tells me she missed me. At that moment, all my tiredness fades away and I feel at home. If Momal is your first born then Meerub is my first born. She'll be my first baby, forever." Ayaan looked at him with teary eyes and hugged him. Arsalan's eyes turned teary as well.
"Can I request you something?" Ayaan asked him
"Request kiu, hukam karen bhai." A tear escaped Arsalan's eyes.
(Why request, order bhai.)
"Before Meerub, you were attached to Momal so much. You and she used to watch cartoon movies together and go outside to eat ice cream. In the past three years, we both ignored her. Uske sath thora time spend kar liya karo, main bhi ab poori koshish kar raha hun. Wo bht akeli hogyi hai."
(... Spend some time with her please. I am also trying my best. She's been very alone.)
"Jee bhai, maine bhi kafi bar notice kia but ignored it as well. Meerub ke anay ke baad, maine bhi ghalati ki. Meerub ke sath khud ko bht busy krlia aur Momal alag hogyi hum sb se." He sighed and hugged his brother once again.
(Yes bhai, I noticed it multiple times too but ignored it as well. After Meerub's birth, I made mistakes too. I got very busy with Meerub and Momal became distant from us all.)
Ahil took the pancakes in front of Momal. Arsalan went towards them and kissed Meerub who was sleeping. He then kissed Momal and she looked at him, confused.
"Why did you kiss me, chachu?"
"Because I love my niece. Am I not allowed to?"
"You don't. You only love Meerub." She said and Arsalan felt his heart cut into pieces. All the scenes from the first 4 years of her life started flashing in his mind. How he picked her up for the first time and when she called him chachu for the first time. He took a deep breath and sat beside her.
"I am sorry. After Meerub was born she was very small. I had to take care of her. That's why you got ignored. If I hadn't taken care of her, she would have been ill and she would have been in pain and she would have cried. You don't like it when she cries and someone hurts her, no?"
"Yes. I hate it when she cries. I'll not let anyone hurt meeru." She kissed her again.
"Ok then forgive your chachu. I love you so much and we will play like before. Ok?"
"Ok. I forgive you." Arsalan hugged them while Ayaan smiled at their love and wondered if his proposal would be accepted or No.
"Look, me and baba made your favourite pancakes. I'll make you eat with my hands so meeru doesn't wake up." Ayaan glared at me and baba since the only thing he did was take the bottle of juice and pour it into glass.
"I'll call Haleema baji and her daughters." Ayaan stood up and left to the helper's room.
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Is there anyone who actually reads translations? I mean anyone who's reading this story but doesn't understand urdu/ hindi?
Thankyou for your love♥️♥️
Stubborn doctors will be back in next epi🦁
I thought maybe y'all need a break from their fighting 🌚 and wanna see our future stubborn lady Meerub🌚
Also I had decided to give an episode once Every three days but since this episode has No Hoor & Ahil, I'll give one tomorrow too only because of them😗