A collection of sweet and lovable romantic Pakistani short stories.
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The next morning, Ameera woke up at 7. It was her everyday routine. She had quit from work at the start of her 5th month of pregnancy. After everything, she just didn't get back to work.
She heard the shower running which meant that Hashir was showering. Ameera looked out the window. It was still drizzling lightly. Branches of trees and leaves were everywhere. The storm from last night was a pretty big and bad one.
Her thoughts then diverted to the little angel sleeping a few doors down.
Ameera had woken up once in the night to feed Hana. It was also convenient since Hana woke up around 4:50 and that way Ameera could also pray.
Too lost in her thoughts, Ameera didn't notice her husband coming out the bathroom with just a towel on. When she heard footsteps, she turned to look at her husband. Hashir had quite a built. Although his six packs weren't there, he still had the outlines. His arms were super muscly. These days, all he did was go to the gym and workout besides office work.
It helped keep his mind off of things.
Ameera hadn't noticed that Hashir was walking towards her until he stood right in front of her. She removed her eyes from his body and looked up at his face.
It was blank. Like always.
She looked away as her cheeks started heating up. "He totally saw me checking him out," she thought to herself.
She continued looking out the window as Hashir walked closer and pulled her into his chest. Ameera's eyes widened at the action. These last few months, he wouldn't even spare her a glance, and now he's getting intimate?
He rested his head on her shoulder and looked out the window, with her hands around her waist. Ameera's heart was pounding in her chest.
What was he up to?
They were lightly swaying, both lost in their thoughts.
Hashir missed this. He missed his wife. He missed touching. Joking with her. Teasing her. Loving her. A small was plastered on his face.
Until a cry broke out.
As soon as Ameera heard Hana's cry, she felt Hashir stiffen. She felt his jaw clench. She felt his hand tighten on her.
Ameera immediately detached her self from Hashirs arm and rushed out to the room towards Hana whereas Hashir just watched her go.
Breakfast was silent.
The only difference today was the fact that Hana joined them.
Work had been canceled today because of the huge storm last night. There were some minor damages so schools and offices were closed. This meant that Hashir was home.
Ameera quietly ate and watched Hashir from the corner of her eyes. His jaw was clenched and he was glaring at the food in his plate.
The doorbell rang and Hana jumped in Ameera's hands. The little baby was frightened by the sound whereas Ameera tried to stifle her laughter. Hashir stood up to answer the door. While then, Ameera stood up and took Hana upstairs. She got Bertha, a sweet 50 year old lady to look after Hana.
