Hi everyone. I'm here with another drabble, the cuteness of the recent episode and this older GIF I've always wanted to write a fanfic on inspired this. Here's the gif: http://38.media.tumblr.com/a1be8c5373214da41e2e445531f20a56/tumblr_nv8t8gHcak1t01nr6o3_250.gif, be prepared for Meesna Moiz. It's Moiz's sister, Saher's wedding function.
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Wali was finalising some things for his business, although the noise from the hall next to them was quite distracting. He laughed, weddings could be so noisy sometimes. His and Farah's nikah had been so simple. Speaking of Farah...as he tilted his head, he caught a glimpse of her. She was dancing quite freely at whatever wedding was going on and he smiled a little. It was nice to see her so happy after Bare Baba's death. He was so caught up in watching her little dance with a smile that he didn't hear his colleague talking with him until the other clicked his fingers in front of his face.
"Chalein?" His colleague asked.
Wali blinked, then laughed. "Dou minute mein chalte hain. Tum yahin rukho." He slowly walked into the hall amongst the other guests and saw Farah's dance had finished and she seemed to be heading somewhere. Before he could move to speak to her though, Moiz caught up to her.
"Yaar Farah tum toh wakaihi baut haseen ho," Moiz said, touching her face. Wali clenched a fist, seeing Moiz so close to Farah almost wanting to go over there and yank him away from his wife but luckily Farah seemed to pull away.
"M-Moiz, yeh tum kya kar rahe ho?" Farah said, looking down and stepping away. "Maine toh sirf Saher ki shaadi ke liye dance kiya hai."
Moiz smiled a little. "Koi baat nahi, aik romantic sa dance mere saath bhi karlo...tum darr kyun rahi ho Farah? Itna pyar se dance karwaoon ga ke tum sab kuch bhool jaogi." He grasped her arm, making to pull her.
"Moiz, nahi mujhe nahi karna dance..." Farah was trying to pull her arm away but Moiz kept attempting to pull her close. That was it, Wali had enough. Walking over, he made his presence known.
"Yahan koi masla chal raha hai? Farah sab theek hai na?" Wali said gently.
"Tumse koi matlab nahi hai," Moiz said voice turning cold. "Farah, chalo dance kartein hain."
"Moiz, chohro takleef ho rahi hai, mujhe, baba! Baba!" Farah was beginning to panic and her wrist was beginning to hurt.
"Apni laadli beti aaj tum saump raha hoon," Behroz said to Wali. "Mere dil ka tukra hai yeh, aghar kabhi ishe koi takleef paunchi toh woh takleef ishe nahi balke mujhe paunche gi."
Wali could see Bare Baba's face clearly as Farah called out for her father. But Behroz wasn't going to come to help her right now...he placed a firm hand on Moiz's arm.
"Moiz, isse pehle ke yahan security aye, chod do Farah ka haath," Wali said, eyes menacing with slight rage. "Farah meri biwi hai, aur main uske saath yeh rawaya bardash nahi karoon ga."
Moiz glowered at Wali, before his face immediately softened as Ruhi and Zohra came and he let go of Farah's hand.
"Farah kya itna ghabrane ki kya baat thi?" Moiz said.
"Farah kya hua? Wali tum yahan kya kar rahe ho?" Ruhi said frowning and before Wali could answer, Farah grasped her mother's hand.
"Nahi Mama, woh toh bas Moiz ko rokh raha tha, please Mama yahan se chalein," Farah said, still a little shaken. "Wali, please tum jao yahan se, isse pehle koi aur tamasha ho. Main theekh hoon." Her eyes met with Wali's and for once Wali didn't see hatred in her eyes for him, instead he saw a hint of thankfulness but also concern at what her mother would think.
Wali managed a smile, nodding. "Theek hai, Farah, Tayee-Ammi khayal rakhiye ga." He heard Ruhi asking something but just gave one menacing glare to Moiz who seemed to cower a little, before leaving. He was glad about one thing...even if it wasn't by a lot, he managed to change Farah's opinion of him a little bit.
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