Love Unexpected! A ZaBeer SS PART 5 pg2 29/6/18 UPDATED

Part 1- An eventful night.

Kabeer inserted the key in the lock and entered the house, quietly closing the door behind him. The silence told him that his mother was asleep and the nurse must have left. He wasn't usually this late, in fact he always made an extra effort to come home early to make sure he spent some time with his ami before she went to bed. However today the campaigning had gone on longer than expected and as it was a project very dear to his heart, he had stayed back to answer the investors' questions as well as to lock up the madrasa after the last prayers.

The house he occupied was a near his workplace and came with the madrasa teachers post which he held. It suited his needs perfectly with 2 bedrooms with attached baths, an open plan kitchen and a small sitting room which overlooked 2 acres of manicured grounds surrounded in luscious greenery. There was also a small bungalow adjacent to the house at his disposal for a live in servant, however Maulvi Kabeer Ahmeds salary did not extend to such luxuries as to keep servants. Anyhow he was used to doing his jobs himself and only spent money on essentials.

One such essential part of his life was his mother, his beloved ami, whose treatment took precedence over everything. She had been diagnosed with lung cancer and the doctor had given her very little time to live. However Kabirs beautiful strong headed ami had defied the doctors and with sheer will power had survived beyond the limit they had set for her. Granted she was extremely fragile and needed a nurse to care for her alot of the time, but her determination, strength and positivity had extended her life to the overwhelming joy of her son.

The hallway clock struck the hour, the luminous tips of the hands reminding kabeer that it was 11 o'clock at night. In the excitement of the presentation, Kabeer Ahmed had lost track of time and the day had flown by. But now his limbs reminded him what a strenuous day he had had as exhilaration gave way to tiredness.

Proceeding to his bedroom he made a quick stop at his amis room to peek in and check that she was alright. On hearing the steady breathing, he read a dua for her wellbeing and took to his own room, a few feet away.

An overwhelming sense of content and happiness filled Kabeers heart as he changed his sherwani into his white kurta and thought about the positive response he had received for his Single Women's Shelter project. He felt sure he would soon get the backing he needed to begin. The project had been his amis dream for as long as he could remember and he was passionate about completing it even more since she had been taken ill, holding a secret desire for it to start before she returned to her Allah.

Smiling contently he pulled the bedclothes back and climbed into bed. However no sooner had he closed his eyes, he heard a shriek in his ear from behind him.

Shocked he turned towards the sound and in the dim light saw that there was someone else in his bed. A female to be precise.
Horrified he leapt out of the bed and switched on the light.

In the stark light of the bulb he saw that there was indeed a frightened woman sitting, scrambling around for her dupatta, in Maulvi Kabeer Ahmeds bed.

Astagfirullah! Aap yahan kya kar rahi hain!

Aap yahan kya kar rahe hain?

Yeh humara ghar, hamara bister hai! Exasperated Kabeer replied.

Lekin aap ne to kaha tha aap shayad apne dost ki taraf rahain ge! She wailed.

Nahi, humara irada badal gaya tha, ami ki waja se. Lekin aap? He reasoned.

Hum bhi ami ki waja se ruk gaye ke wo raat bhar akeli na hon. Humain maaf kardejye. Hum ghar jate hain. She whispered, embarrassed.

The woman started to get out of the bed when Kabeer overcame the shock and remembered his manners. After all this woman cared everyday for his mother. She deserved his utmost respect.

Humain maaf kijiye. Aap rukye. Bohat raat ho gayi hai. Aap akeli kese jayain gi. Aap yahan so jaye. Ami ka khayal rakhne ka shukrya.

Lekin aap kahan soyain ge?

Fikar na karain. Aap aaraam se so jayain. Aur hum maafi chahte hain hum ne aap ko disturb kiya. Good night

Kabeer took leave of the khatoon and sent a silent prayer of forgiveness to Allah for the close encounter with a non mehram but also thanked his lord that no sin had been committed.

Making his way downstairs he took his set of keys and proceeded to the cottage a few yards next to his house. Kabeer felt too embarrassed to stay in the same house as the nurse, feeling it a transgression of the male female boundaries. The cottage was empty and remembering he had cleaned it in preparation for tenants a few days ago, Kabeer thought it a good idea to spend the night there.

The events of the day now began to take their toll on him. Overcome with tiredness he entered the cottage and reached for the light switch. There was no electricity. It must be the daily load-shading hour. Groaning inwardly Kabeer used the light on his phone to navigate through the small space to the bedroom.

Tired beyond his wits now he pulled back the blanket and was about to get into bed when for the second time that night he heard a female scream. This time maulvi saab too screamed, frightened for his life.

Kaun ho tum?? Kabeer heard her shout through the darkness.

Main kon? AAP kon hain? He shouted back.

Kamaal hai, bade bagairat ho tum. Aik to ghair aurat ke ghar main aa gaye, phir bed main guss rahe ho aur uper say akkad dikha rahe ho! Wah! Abhi police ko phone karti hoon. Sari akkad nikal gaye gi!!

Regaining his senses, Kabeer decided he needed to clear the air. He felt stupid talking to the dark but there was still no electricity.

Nahi nahi mohtarma, dekhyay aap ko galat fehmi huvi hai. Hum aap ke saath koi batameezi nahi karna chahte. Lekin aap hain kon aur humare cottage main kya kar rahi hain.

Aap ka cottage? Yeh cottage to hum nay aaj hi Imran se karaye pe kiya hai. Kya tum bhi yahan rehte ho?

Nahi hum makaan malik hain. Hum hi nay Imran ko tenant laane ko kaha tha. Lekin us ne to nahi bataya aap ke bare main. Chalain teek hai. Humain maaf keejeye.

Oh acha! Kya aap sab karaye daron ko aise tang karte hain ya mujhay akeli jaan kar chance marne aa gaye? Imran nay to kaha that kay makaan malik bohat shareef admi hain! Yeh achi sharafat hai! Haan?

Dekhye aap apni had se bhahir ho rahi hain! Hum maafi mang rahay hoon aur aap sar pay chadh rahi hain!

Even though thy were still in the dark the unknown woman's accusations had angered Kabeer. How dare she insinuate that he wanted to take advantage of her! Kabeer had never in his life looked at any woman in that way. His mothers upbringing and his Islamic education had ensured that he respected all females and always behaved within the boundaries of Islam. Rather than say something he might regret Kabeer thought it best to leave right away.

Maaf kijiye. Aap darwaza lock kar lain. Hum aap say kal milain ge.

Kabeer suppressed his anger and mumbling an apology left the cottage.
What an insolent woman. No lihaaz or anything. Who had Imran bought to stay in the cottage.

The thought of Imran bought Kabeer back to the problem at hand. He had 2 woman in both the beds available to him so where was he supposed to sleep, he wondered. He could sleep on the floor in the sitting room but then he'd have to disturb the nurse again as the spare bedding was in that room, which he didn't want to do. Or he could walk the short distance to his best friend Imrans place. The latter option seemed the most viable at this hour.

Imran had been laughing uncontrollably for the last half hour after hearing of Kabeers predicament.

Wah wah maulvi saab! Aap jitne shareef lagte hain utne hain nahi!

Yeh kya bol rahe ho. Tauba karo. Hum bilkul shareef hain!

Arey Maulvi saab humain aik naazneen nahi mil rahi aur Allah ne aap ko do do hoorain bhej di, wo bhi aap ke bister main? Wah! Allah ki aap pe kuch khaas rehmat hai!

Imran couldn't help teasing his naive friend.

Astagfirullah! Yeh kya behooda guftago hai Imran. Aisa kuch nahi hai. Humaray iraday bilkul naik hain. Hum nay kuch galat nahi kiya. Humain kya pata key nurse sahiba ami ki waja se ruk gayain gi. Aur nayi karayedaar ka tum phone kar ke bata nahi sakte the? Humain sharminda karwa diya tum ne. Wo dono mohatrama humaray baray main kya sochain gi. Kabeer felt utterly embarrassed about the encounters. He didn't want anything to malign his poise character.

Arey miyan kuch nahi ho ga. Yeh sab galti se ho gaya, tum ne jaan bhooj ke to nahi kiya maulvi saab. Aur nayi karayadaar ko main samjhadoon ga. Tum fikar mat karo. Wesy dikhne main kesi hain wo. Meri to phone pay baat huwi thi. Reema bata rahi thi key mohatrama behad haseen hain!

Mujhay kya patta main un ka chehra thodi na dekh raha tha! Wesy bhi bijli gayi huvi thi. Abb agar tumhare fazool sawal khatam ho gaye hon to so jayain? Fajar ke liye bhi uthna hai! Kabeer was too tired to argue and irritably asked Imran to go to sleep.

Haan teek hai, bohat raat ho gayi hai. Kal sab masle ko suljhayain ge.

Imran turned the lights off as kabeer fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

To be continued... 😆

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To be continued...

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Part 4. Inner conflict, Shaitaan-1 Mullah -0

Kabeer was unable to sleep, eat or drink! He tried praying, reading, immersing himself in the project.

Nothing worked!

How could a nazneen, a woman effect him so much? She was on his mind constantly. She was in his dreams!

He saw her fiery eyes, her shy smile, her beautiful face, everywhere!

Kabeer realised that he was attracted to her beauty on their first meeting. But after overcoming his misconceptions about her and realising what she had done for his ami he had started respecting her too. The discovery of who she was together with her education was like the cherry on top of the cake.

The lethal combination of beauty and brains was magnificent and created such a strong attraction for Kabeer that he felt physically exhausted sometimes from wanting, desiring her.

Hosh main aao maulvi saab he chided himself after each sleepless night. But his growing feelings and the knowledge that Zara was sleeping mere yards away in the cottage did not help his predicament!

Ya Allah mujhay bachao, he prayed!

Mullah saab acknowledged he was falling deeply, passionately and madly in love with Zara.

He could only think of one solution to his dilemma. But for that he needed to speak to his ami. And that too as soon as possible!

Or else shaitaan will surely be responsible for his actions!

Mid morning Kabeers mothers was dosing in her hospital bed when the sound of her phone vibrating on the bedside cabinet woke her. She answered the unknown number tentatively. She needn't have worried for it was Zeenat, Rukhsars sister.

Haan beta kaisi ho, Rukhsar kesi hai? Kahan hai Wo?

Jee auntie jee sab teek hai. Dair se phone ke liye mazurat hai lekin main Rukhsar ki shaadi main masroof thi.

Shaadi? Yeh kab huwa?

Jee Rukhsar ki shaadi ho gayi hai. Humaray chacha kay bete Siraj ke saath. Dono ki mangni to huwi thi, aur aap to janti hain humaray khandan main ladkiyon ka kaam karna pasand nahi kiya jata. Phir meri Chachi bhi zor de rahi thi iss liye aba nay dono ki shaadi kar di hai. Hum kal hi Lakhnow say wapis aaye hain. Maine socha aap ki khairyat maloom kar loon aur mazurat bhi kar loon. Hum aap ko batae bagair Rukhsar ko le gaye.

Koi baat nahi beta mera beta tha mera khayal rakhney ke liye. Chalo Allah bachi kay naseeb achay kare. Jee beta main ab bohat behtar hoon...,

Both woman chatted some more then as Kabeers mum felt tiredness overcome her she took her leave to rest and said farewell to Zeenat.

Elsewhere at the cottage, Zara was preparing for her morning shower. However for some reason there was no water in any of the taps.
She tried the kitchen tap. No water in these either. She stood over the sink, and scowled with her hands on her hips frustrated at the break in her routine. Zara couldn't function properly if she didn't begin the day with a shower. Then her gaze fell on the keys in the door.

One key in particular.

I could check the house to see if they have water, Zara thought, eyeing the key she had from when she was caring for ami. But Mullah saab might be there, she pondered.

Maulvi Kabeer Ahmed- her heart skipped a beat. Such a handsome and drool worthy guy, but such bad attitude. Itni sweet ami aur itna kharoos beta Zara thought. Why was he always scowling at her?

I guess he feels intimidated by my beauty and superior intellect Zara mused.

Just then she heard a door close. She leaned over the sink to look outside and saw Kabeer striding out of the garden.

Yes! Zara exclaimed triumphantly! Maulvi saab to gaye madrasa. Ghar to khali ho gaya. Now I can check if they have water and have my shower in amis bathroom. She hurried to gather her toiletries and locking up went to the house.

She tried the kitchen sink first. Nothing

Then she went up to amis room n the ensuite- still nothing.

Ya Allah what's wrong with the water? Zara exclaimed wondering what to do next. Should she try Kabeers bathroom? Surely if there was something wrong with the water supply there won't be any in his room either? She contemplated.

Zara stood at the top of the stairs outside the door of Kabeers room, in a quandary as to enter the room or not. Even though she knew he wasn't there, she felt as if entering would be a violation of his privacy.

But after a minutes pause she concluded that she was only checking if there was water in the bathroom- nothing else.

Ya Allah mujhay maaf karna. Mera koi galat irada nahi hai. Zara said a small prayer.

Swinging her toiletry bag over her shoulder she opened the door and went straight towards the bathroom door. As a precautionary measure she called out if anyone was there- even though she felt stupid as she was sure no one was home, and went in. 

Zara turned the shower knob all the way round and waited. Suddenly the shower head sprang into life and gushing with water, sprayed her with a stream of water.

Oh no! Zara cried out.

Fully expecting there to be no water as the other taps of the house Zara had been stood directly under the shower head in the shower tray. Which meant the flow from the shower now soaked her from head to toe.

She scrambled around to quickly close the tap and stepped out onto the tiled floor. Catching her breath she looked down at herself to assess the damage.

Her hair, her dupatta, her kurta and cotton pants were all wet through and plastered to her body.

Her toiletry bag with her towel and dry clothes was also a soaking mess.

She groaned in frustration. What a stupid coincidence that the only place where the water supply was intact was mullah saabs room. In her desire to have a simple shower she had landed in this mess.

No use crying over spilt milk though, Zara thought, as she peeled her wet dupatta off her hair and placed it on the doors knob. She opened her bag and became busy trying to salvage something dry which she could change into.


Meanwhile, Kabeer walked back into the house and ran the kitchen tap to check if the water supply was restored. The water ran smoothly. He had been fixing the water valve of the house which was located on the outskirts of the garden, next to the garden wall after discovering that there was no water in the house this morning.

He had missed his shower so now headed straight to his room to freshen up before his class was due to begin at the madrasa. He grabbed a fresh towel from the linen cupboard and in a bid to save time, took his kurta off swiftly and discarded it on the bed on his way to the bathroom.

Everything happened simultaneously after that.

Kabeer turned the doorknob of the bathroom, opening the door and walked into Zara- who had been about to take off her kurta to change into her less damp kameez. On hearing the sound of the door opening she gasped and turned around just in time to crash into the oncoming frame of steel.

If mortals could hear the sounds of shaitaan, they would surely hear him now throwing his head back and laughing evilly at the predicament our two innocent souls found themselves in.

Shocked at finding anyone in his bathroom Kabeers arms instinctively went around Zara's wet body- not so much as to save her but more to stop himself from falling forwards.

Zara on the other hand felt herself encased in Kabeers arms, finding her hands on smooth naked taut muscles. Shocked at first she quickly recovered and looked up at Kabeers face. His handsome features were closer than he had ever been. His eyes were closed tight. And he was shirtless.
Zara inadvertently ran her fingers over the expanse of Kabeers bare chest, marvelling at how smooth the ripples of his muscles were.

He must work out, she concluded.

Then, as she unknowingly stared at Kabeers face, the slight trembling of his lips, which were inches away, drew her attention. She wondered, if she tiptoed slightly would she be able to touch them? Would they be as soft as they looked?

Zara felt Kabeers hands slide up on her back. She sighed as an unknown pleasure rippled through her. Ya Allah why did that feel so good! She wondered. Was mullah saab doing it on purpose? Touching her up when he got the chance? Her eyes shot open to check Kabeers face. His eyes were scrunched up, closed tightly like an innocent child's. No it must have been a reflex action. So why was his inadvertent touch causing so much havoc inside her, Zara thought. Was is because it was the first time a gair mehram had touched her?

Or was it because she was attracted to the dashing maulvi, who loved to argue with her. Whose care for his mother had impressed her. Whose poise adherence to religion she found so refreshing in someone as young as him.

But was he really that poise and innocent? Zara remembered the nurse Rukhsar leaving the house on that first morning she arrived. Maybe not as innocent as he portrayed.

The tightening of Kabeers arms around her bought Zara back to reality and the situation at hand.

Ya Allah what am I doing? What was I thinking!

She wriggled out of his hold, pushing Kabeers arms off her waist and stepped away. Allah! The bare chest looked more tantalising in full view, Zara panted.

Kabeer, who had it seemed had been frozen in the moment till now realised their condition and turned around.

Zara jee hum nay nazar neechay kar li thi balke aankain band kar li thi! Hum ne kuch nahi dekha! Kabeer tried to justify himself before she got offered.

Yet, I wanted to look! Wanted to see! Kabeer wanted to scream. But I was only able touch. Only able to feel the wet, soft body in my hands, my arms. But Zara's soft moan had triggered maulvi saabs imagination to conjure up the most vivid images possible, images beyond his poise mullah brains comprehension!

Allah humain maaf kare!

Wo...wo humara paani nahi aa raha tha to hum ne socha hum ami kay bathroom main shower le lain. Lekin wahan bhi pani nahi tha. To hum tumhare room main check kar rahe the...aur yahan paani hai...but didn't you go to the madrasa? I saw you go. Zara felt as if she was rambling on.

No I went to fix the water valve. There was a problem in the water connection. And judging by your state...I guess the problem is fixed now. Kabeer was unable to suppress the hint of amusement in his tone.

Zara gasped!

He had looked!

I...I'm sorry. Zara stuttered. Unsure what to do next but wanting to stop staring at temptation in the form of Kabeers naked back muscles, Zara mumbled that she needed to go.

So mullayani sahiba was speechless. Did she feel the electricity too? The thought emboldened mullah saab. He turned slightly but kept his eyes downcast.

Erm Zara jee...I didn't SEE anything. But I FELT everything! Kabeers hoarsely whispered admission elicited another gasp from Zara.

Humain...humain rasta dejye...hum ne jana hai, Zara said and sliding past him, ran downstairs and then all the way to her cottage.

Kabeers state was such that he needed to talk to his mother urgently and then speak to Zara about their future.


Preferably before this day ended!