Miscellany Of Desi Tadka

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Tu Shaq Na Kar Mere Jazbato Pe,

Tere Sath Hi Zindagi Meri Khubsurat Hai,

Jitni Ehmiyat Hai Pani Ki Marte Insan K Liye,

Bus Utni Hi Muje Teri Zarurat Hai

Adjusting to a new house wasn't difficult for Yumna. It had been four months to her wedding with Zaviyar and life had been moving pretty smoothly for her and to her surprise, pretty fast. It was only yesterday that she celebrated Hamza's first birthday. Zaviyar and his whole family went out of their way to celebrate their newest member's birthday in the most grand way. From presents to new clothes, the way all the Khan family were acting around baby Hamza was a treat to watch.

"Yumna can you please tie this?" Zaviyar came out of the washroom, breaking her line of thoughts.

"Yum—" he paused mid way as his jaw dropped looking at the beautiful woman in front of him.

She had worn a black georgette saree with an embellished border. She looked ethereal. Zaviyar's heart took multiple dips as he observed her from head to toe. He could fall in love with her all over again.

It's been quite a while since he had realized that he had fallen in love with Yumna. Initially, he did feel guilty about it, but his thoughts were cleared when he visited Zahra's grave. Somehow all his questions were answered.

And of course there was Ammi who was a living proof that love can really happen twice.

"Zaviyar?" Yumna snapped her fingers in front of his face to bring him out of his reverie.

Zaviyar blinked his eyes and cleared his throat. "What?" He asked her.

"You were asking something," she deadpanned.

"Oh right! Can you please tie this bow tie?" He lent her his bow tie. Yumna turned him around and tied the bow tie around his collar. "All set!" She commented before she burst out laughing.

Yumna was howling in laughter as she looked at her husband. Not understanding what was happening, Zaviyar asked, "What is it?"

"Y-You look like a waiter!" She hollered in laughter. Zaviyar noticed that he hadn't worn his coat and was in his black vest, white shirt and now with a bow tie.

Zaviyar chuckled to himself before picking up the coat from the bed and wearing it.

Yumna was trying to wear the bracelet he had given to her as muh-dikhai. On noticing it, Zaviyar took the bracelet from her hand and clasped it around her wrist. "You look so beautiful, Mashallah."

Red tinted her cheeks as she looked away, blushing hard under his gaze. Zaviyar held on to her wrist and pulled her closer, making her blush even more. Her blush was like the opening of spring blossoms, for it indicated the opening of her heart for him.

The moment Zaviyar had accepted Hamza as his own son from his heart and soul, Yumna had lost her heart to Zaviyar. His simplicity and kindness drew her towards him. Not to mention the way he made her blush. He was keeping her and Hamza happy. Somewhere deep down in the corner of heart, she had a feeling that Yawar was proud of her which is probably why she didn't doubt her feelings for Zaviyar.

"Do we have to go to this party?" Zaviyar whined, pulling her closer.

"Yes, this party is important. We have to attend it, even if it is for a small time." Yumna said. "And Ammi said that they will be coming back tomorrow." She informed him.

"Thank god! I was missing my son. He will be finally here." He sighed in happiness.

"Ab chalein?" She asked him.