Ittefaq Say (MeeraSim FF)

15 - Noori

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'Challein?' He asked whilst waiting for her cue, stood outside the darbaar's doors as the rush of Hyderabad street began streaming through them. (Shall we go?)

Meeeab nod in affirmation, amazed at her own calm and confidence about entering his kingdom, his much raved about hometown was about to become a long layover for her.

His fingers tightened their grasp around the handle of his suitcase and brief case, and she was carrying her prized shopper bag under one elbow, and the tiffin and carrier bag in the other. The entirety of her belongs on her person.

'Taxi louga?,' Meerab asked, her strides shorter than him, so she moved faster to keep up, but it felt natural regardless. The open breeze pushing her scarf back to fold around her neck and she wisps of her midnight hair escaped recklessly. (Will you order a taxi?)

'Nahi, mera driver aayega. Bakhtu,' he elabrorated whilst marching towards the main road leading the way to an array of parked vehicles, cars and motorbikes and rickshaws splayed out. Red and blacks and sliver, and then a sleek black hatchback Mercedes stood, windows tinted and Meerab knew, it was his. (My driver will come.)

She was only knocked out of this thought when she heard a high pitched squeal ring through her ears and a, 'Momooooo.' Followed by an overflow of sweet giggles, bubbly and in abundance.

Then the crowd clears and Meerab's gaze follows the clear path until they land upon a 3 year old girl, almost 4, dressed in red outfit fit for a daawat, and she instantly recognised that energetic aura she was witnessed in the photograph from his wallet.

'Yeh mera driver,' Murtasim jokes as his stride picks up to lessen the distance with his niece. 'Noori!' He called, the confrontational persona that he showed to Farukh was non exsistant as he kneeled to her height. She ran into him, fitting perfectly into the confined of his arms, his tiredness erased at the sight of her. She was a bounty of innocent light, filled with the effervescence of happiness. (There's my chauffeur.)

His suitcases dropped off the the side and he engulfed her, his frame easily overshadowing her, covering her from the sun and wind. 'Kaisey ho? Mujhay yaad keeya?,' he asked into her hair as she nuzzle into him, his hands coming to tenderly rest behind her head, holding her onto him. (How are you? Did you miss me?)

'Moomoo saans!' She pleaded, the hug too constricting as the love overflowed for his niece.(Breath!)

He let go only to glance down at her chubby cheeks and pretty hairstyle, curtesy of her Nano. 'Itna sabr nahi hai kay mein ghar aah key milou?,' he chided, but the radiant grin failed to show an ounce of being displeased. (Havent you got enough patience that you meet me at home?)

With a small shake of her head, her smile widenend to showcase her baby teeth. Noori's gaze was locked on him as though he was the centre of her small univerise, no doubt she considered her Moomoo no less than a super hero.

Murtasim took the gap to kiss her cheek and she squealed 'ouch,' from the rough of his stubble against face. Her stubby fingers coming to smooth over the prickles on her cheek. 'Nahi moomoo,' she warned, her arms crossed as a show of her anger but betrayed by the soft giggle that she emitted. (No!)

'Pyar bhe nahi kar sakta?' He asked in a tone of exaggerated defeat, the corners of his eyes crinkling in admiration. (I can't even give you a kiss?)

'Nahee,' she replied as her moomoo stood up, swiped over his knees and turned to see Meerab observing the cuteness. (No)

He only chuckled at her response in slight embarrassment at the way he transformed into a marshmallow in front of his Noori. The contagiousness of the sound meant that Meerab laughed too, unable to stop herself. 'Ajau, meri Noori sey mil lou,' he guided her to ultimate judge of charector, a tiny dictator which encompassed an entire world of power in her chunky little index finger. (Meer my Noori.)