Emanet

|01|: Brother/بھائی

The woody aromatic fragrance wafted in the entire room as the tall man stood before the dressing table getting ready for his start of the day. His semi-curly, unruly hair were styled to perfection. His taut muscles were almost bulging out of his tight crisp shirt. His perfume taking the entire room in it's embrace. His watch sat proudly on his wrist as he sorted files.

"App ready hogae?"
(Are you ready?)
The meek small voice asked. Hammad turned and saw the lean figure of his wife standing there at the threshold of the door. Her hair were wrapped in a low bun. Her hazel eyes were standing out as she wore that light pink salwar suit. He gave her a smile and put the last file on the bag.

"I'm ready". She nodded and take a step in the room. Taking hold of his coat, she draped it around his shoulders while he watched his hazel eyed beauty unmoving. A blush crept up her cheeks in his burning gaze and she tried to pull back only to collide back in his chest as he wrapped his veiny arms around her slim waist

"Why are you so pretty?" A chuckle vibrated from the woman's lips as she ducked her head. Hiding her beauty from its beholder.

"Aren't you being a little cheesy". She mused as her eyes danced with amusement. Hammad groaned, clearly offended at his woman. Zainab dusted the invisible dust off his coat and muttered

"Head down for breakfast Mr". He smiled at her cheekiness and planted a small almost there kiss at her cheeks. Her blush intensified ten folds and he couldn't help but say

"Oh darling, what do I do with you?" Hearing his teasing remark, Zainab sprinter off downstairs while he gathered his things with a constant smile on his face.
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"Asalamoaliukm everyone". Hammad's voice reached everybody as he took his respected seat at the breakfast table. A chorus of greetings resonated in the entire hall. Rehamt Bibi ran a motherly hand on her eldest grandson. She ran her aged eyes along the hall and asked to no one in particular

"Hamara Subhan Kahan ha? Ab tak so reha ha?"
(Where is our Subhan. Is he sleeping this late)
Narmeen sighed and it was enough for everyone to figure out. Hammad stood up from his seat and said

"I'll fetch him. You all can continue with food." Hammad ascended the stairs and make a turn for the last room on the corner. He didn't bother knocking at the door and just strolled inside. The room was, obviously dark. The curtains were shut closed. Lights all off, things messy and his phone put on charge. Hammad sighed and firstly opened the curtains letting the bright yellow light to illuminate the room. A low groan sounded from the man lying leisurely on the bed.

"Get up buddy". Hammad beckoned. The man opened one of his eye as if inspecting the reality. His bright blue eyes were the literal part of oceans. Dark and light at the same time. His messy, wavy hairs were in all direction. Eyes even though, sparkling blue but tired. Bags hanging from them. Subhan groaned yet again and grumbled

"What the hell Bhai? Why?"
Hammad sighed at his brother's whining and jerked him awake.

"Get up brother. Everyone's waiting for you downstairs". Saying that one more time, Hammad opened all the room's light causing Subhan to close his to prevent the blinding lights. Subhan sighed and get up from the bed nonetheless knowing he can never win against his big brother.
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"Asalamoaliukm". A tired yet chirped voice of Subhan greeted everyone at the table who were almost done with their breakfast. His grandmother asked him

"What is this behaviour, Young Boy?" The blue eyed man grimaced and looked at his elder brother for rescue but heard a shrill voice instead

"Don't look at Bhai." Natalia, his little sister and the apple of her brothers eyes, glared at Subhan. One stern glance from their grandmother had everyone silenced and she demanded answer of her question