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As I gazed upon the vision in front of me, my heart skipped a beat. The gorgeous lady sat by the window, decked in a simple dark blue outfit, and her dupatta was wrapped around her in a way that looked cozy and comfortable. The plain color of her clothes made her features stand out, and the way the dupatta fell around her added a touch of elegance to her overall appearance.
Her laptop beside her, and her diary open as if the words were flowing from her very soul. Her luscious brown tresses cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night,
With each gentle push of her hand, her hair fluttered back, revealing her delicate skin, illuminated by the soft sunlight. I was captivated, my eyes unable to escape the hypnotic rhythm of her movements.
Time stood still as I beheld her, my gaze drinking in the beauty of the moment. The world outside melted away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a sea of serenity.
Her fingers danced across the keyboard, as if the words were flowing from her very heart. I longed to know her thoughts, to be the keeper of her secrets, to be the one she turns to when the world gets too much.
In that instant, I knew I was lost, completely spellbound. I fell under her gaze, I knew I had to find a way to make her right, and to be the one she writes about in her diary, to be the one who makes her heart sing."
I knew today was going to be special. For the first time, I dedicated my precious time to the one who makes my heart sing - my stunning wife. And oh, what a serendipitous decision it was!
In her presence, the world slowed down, and all that existed was the gentle rhythm of our connection. We prayed together, savoring the warmth and the quiet moments together. The soft whispers, the tender glances, and the comforting embrace -
As I looked into her eyes, I felt the peace and happiness that had been waiting to be expressed. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring us closer, to remind us of the beauty in sharing moments with the one we adore.
Her focus was intense as she poured her heart into her writing. As an author, she has a way of getting lost in her work. I've never been a big reader of novels, but something about her passion sparks my curiosity. I'd love to dive into her stories, what worlds she creates.
As I watched her, I was captivated by the sparkle in her eyes. She was deep in thought, her brows furrowed in concentration, with the end of her pen tucked between her lips.
It was as if she was savoring the taste of her ideas. Suddenly, a smile spread across her face, and it was like the sun breaking through the clouds. I couldn't help but mirror her expression, my own eyes sparkling with delight. A smile crept onto my face, and I felt a sense of joy wash over me.
I was about to enter the bathroom when I saw her and stopped in my tracks. I leaned back against the door, biting my lower lip, and stared at her in amazement.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn't even notice me standing there. I was struck by how beautiful she looked in that moment, and I couldn't help but keep staring.
Time seemed to stand still as I took in the sight of her, and I felt like I was frozen in place.
My gaze fell upon her face, bare and unadorned, yet radiant in its natural beauty. Her skin was soft and translucent, with only the subtle gleam of her gold nose ring accentuating her delicate features.
I've always been fond of that nose ring, the way it suits her perfectly. My eyes then wandered to her hands, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw the wedding ring on her left hand, a symbol of our love and commitment to each other.
As I gazed at her hand, I noticed that I don't wear our wedding ring as openly as she does. But it's not because I'm not proud of our relationship or trying to hide it. It's just that I've always been a private person, and I prefer to keep our symbol of love close to my heart, in a more intimate way. That's why I wear our ring on a chain around my neck, a quiet reminder of our bond.
"Aairah" I whispered her name with a gentleness that sometimes surprised even me. My soft tone was a contrast to my usual voice, but it seemed appropriate when speaking to her.
As soon as I said her name, she raised her head, her eyes locking onto mine with a sudden intensity, as if she had been waiting for me to speak.
"Jee Hayan arahi hoon" She responded with a gentle nod, and the sound of my name on her lips sent a thrill through me.
(Yes coming)
It was as if time stood still as I savored the way she pronounced each syllable, her voice like music to my ears. My heart skipped a beat, and a warmth spread through my chest, filling me with a sense of joy and contentment.
She stood up, collected her things, and put them away in their designated place next to her bed's drawer. As she approached me, she draped her dupatta over her shoulder with a subtle elegance, her gestures exuding a quiet confidence. Her eyes sparkled with a soft warmth, making my heart race with anticipation.
With each step she took, my heart beat faster, as if racing to keep pace with the excitement building inside me. I'd never felt this way about anyone before - she was a phenomenon that left me breathless and bewitched.
Now, she stood mere inches away, her piercing gaze locked onto mine, her eyebrows arched in a silent query.
"Mein naha ke ata hoon phir hum chalte hai agar apko sahi lage tou" I notified her, but her response was a furrowed brow and a frown.
(I'm coming after taking a bath then we will go, if it's okay with you)
I looked at her, puzzled, wondering why she seemed so perplexed by my words. Her expression was a mixture of confusion and concern, and I found myself leaning in, trying to understand what was behind that frown.
Yeh mere sath bahir nahi jana chahti Kya?
"Hum kahin chalne wale thay apne mujhe pehle kyu nai bataya?" Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, and her eyes widened in astonishment.
(we were about to go somewhere, why didn't you told me before)
I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she struggled to process what I had just. The air was thick with tension, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had just made a huge mistake.
"Maine aapko bataya to tha kal ke humari breakfast meeting hai sath me, itni jaldi bhool gaye aap"
(I had told you that we have a breakfast meeting together today, how did you forget so soon?)
"Mujhe laga ap aise karahe thay, par koi baat nai mein jaldi tayar hojati hoon, phir chalen" She responded and looked down, her face flushed with guilt, and began to fidget with her hands anxiously.
(I thought you were joking, but never mind, I'll get ready quickly, let's go!)
But then, her expression suddenly transformed, and her eyes sparkled with excitement. I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight, and I quickly concealed my own smile by running my hand through my hair, trying to appear nonchalant despite the joy that was building up inside me."
"Ap tayar hee hain mein tayar hokar ata hoon" I told her as she already looked gorgeous just the way she was, and my eyes couldn't seem to look away from her.
(You're already ready, I'll come after getting ready!)
I was captivated by her beauty and simplicity, and I couldn't help but wonder what more she could possibly want, when she already had this effortless elegance about her.
"Ap yeh Kya kehrahe hai mein aise jaungi apke sath, sab Kya sochenge ke itne handsome CM ki itni pheeki biwi hai, kabhi nahi" She exclaimed, She looked at herself and seemed really surprised, like she couldn't believe what she was seeing. She made a funny face, scrunching up her nose and pouting her lips, like she was annoyed with her own reflection.
(What are you saying? I can't go with you like this! What will people think when they see the wife of such a handsome CM looking so dull and plain? No way!)
I was taken aback by her insecurities, wondering why she was even questioning herself. Didn't she know how stunning she was? Why was she worrying about what others thought? I shook my head in disbelief, thinking someone needed to shake some sense into her.
And then it hit me - maybe that someone was me. I sighed, feeling a pang of empathy, but then a playful grim as I noticed her words.
"Tou mein aap ko handsome lagta hoon haan?" I teased her with my words, my voice playful and flirtatious, as I closed the distance between us.
(So, you think I'm handsome, huh?)
My smirk grew more mischievous, and I could see the surprise in her eyes as she realized how close we were. Her lips parted, and a soft gasp escaped, like a whispered secret, as our faces almost touched.
I could feel the gentle caress of her breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The air was electric with tension, and I reveled in the thrill of the moment.
Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and my heart raced with excitement, hammering against my chest like a drum.
I felt a sudden surge of adrenaline flowing through my veins as our eyes met, locking in a gaze that seemed to hold time still. and I could sense the chemistry between us crackling like electricity.
Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, and I was captivated by their gloriousness, unable to look away. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in this moment of pure connection.
"Mere shohar toh hai handsome isme koi shaq nahi hai" she whispered shyly, her voice was like a gentle caress on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
(My husband is indeed handsome, there's no doubt about it)
Her eyes lowered, casting a demure glance downwards, as her slender fingers began to toy with the corner of her duppata, her scent wafted up, a heady mix of fruity sweetness and lavender, teasing my senses and hauling me to a field of dreams. The fragrance was intoxicating, a subtle blend of innocence and allure, that left me fascinated and wanting more.
"Aur Meri Begum bhi haseen hai chahe jesi bhi ho, isme bhi koi shaq nai hai, koi kya kehta hai mujhe is se farq nai parta, mere liye apse khoobsurat koi nai" I whispered softly, my voice barely audible, as I lifted my hand to her face.
(And my Begum (wife) is also beautiful, whatever she may be, there's no doubt about it! What others say doesn't matter to me, you are the most beautiful person to me.)
My fingers grazed her cheek, and I was struck by the softness of her skin. I gently tucked her hair behind her ear, my touch sending shivers down her spine.
She lifted her eyes, surprised by the intimate gesture, and our gazes met in a sparkling collision. The air around us seemed to vibrate with uncertainty as we stared into each other's souls, the connection between us glowing with warmth.
My heart skipped a beat, and I felt myself getting lost in the depths of her eyes. But, suddenly aware of the risk of getting too close, I took a step back.
I was really confused about how I was feeling. It was like she had a hold on me and was pulling me in, even though I had always tried to keep my distance.
I didn't understand why I was suddenly feeling this way, but I knew I couldn't resist it. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of it all, but my heart was telling me to just go with it.
I felt like I was losing control, but at the same time, I didn't want to pull away. It was like I was under her spell, and I couldn't break free even if I wanted to."
"Ap shower le lijiye, jab tak mein apke kapre nikaal leti hoon or apki coffee bhi bana leti hoon" Just as I was lost in thought, she interrupted my trance, her voice a gentle breeze that snapped me back to reality.
(Go take a shower, I'll get your clothes ready and make your coffee too, by the time you're done.)
I caught a glimpse of her flushed cheeks, like rose petals unfurling in the sun, before she darted away, her footsteps a soft whisper on the floor.
I couldn't help but chuckle at her endearing shyness, my heart warmed by the sight of her fleeting blush."
I stepped into the bathroom, seeking a moment of solitude. After taking my time, I emerged feeling refreshed, my skin still damp from the shower. I was wearing only black trousers, which hung low on my hips, and my chest was bare. I ran my hand through my wet hair, feeling the cool water drip down my forehead.
My gaze landed on the bed, where my green shirt, black jacket, and pants were meticulously laid out. My eyes then wandered to the side table, where my steaming cup of coffee beckoned.
But as I scanned the room, I realized Aairah was nowhere to be seen. I swept my gaze around, expecting to catch a glimpse of her, but she seemed to have vanished into thin air
I stretched my arm and before I could take my shirt, my phone rang, flashing my secretary's name. I sighed, knowing it must be related to elections, and I'm sure it's important.
I took the cup of coffee in one hand and took my phone before answering the call. "Hello?" I said, trying to sound alert and awake despite the early hour.
The soft morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow on the room. My gaze wandered to the neatly made bed, the crisp white sheets a stark contrast to the chaos that was brewing in my mind.
The clock on the nightstand read 7:00 AM, and I knew I had to get moving. I took a sip of my coffee, feeling the warmth spread through my chest, and began to pace around the room, my eyes fixed on the floor as I listened to my secretary's voice on the other end of the call.
The room was quiet, except for the sound of my footsteps and the occasional chirping of birds outside the window. I stopped pacing and stood in front of the window, staring out at the city below, my mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming elections.
"Good morning sir, sorry for disturbing you so early in the morning but you told me to inform you of each detail regarding elections, sir Mr.Sikandar your father ordered his men to send huge amounts of money to the public on your name so they can vote for you." "He told me in a polite voice, but I could hear the nervousness and apology underneath. He chose his words carefully, but I could sense the tension. I started to feel anxious too, wondering what was really going on.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to ward off the discomfort that settled in the pit of my stomach. When I opened them again, I rubbed my temple, feeling the tension build.
I carefully placed the cup on the table, my movements deliberate and slow. My mind raced with fury as I thought about the bribe my father was offering - it didn't sit well with me, not one bit.
I could feel my face heat up, my cheeks burning with indignation, and my muscles tensing in outrage. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, before answering.
"Good job, for now stop those men from doing their work inform them it's my order, or agar phir bhi unke dimaag mein yeh baat na samajh aaye to goli maar dena" I barked out my response in a stern and rough tone, my words laced with a sharp edge.
(or of they still don't understand shoot them)
I heard a faint gasp on the other end of the line, a fleeting moment of surprise or shock, but I didn't give it any attention. Without hesitation, I slammed down the phone, dismissing the call and severing the connection.
Just then, I heard the sweet sound of Aairah's anklet coming from the door. I knew she was approaching and that our conversation was about to get interrupted.
But that's okay, because nothing is more important to me than my wife. When she enters the room, everything else fades away. and nobody - not even the most urgent matter - was allowed to disturb our time together. I smiled, anticipating her arrival, and prepared to give her my undivided attention.
After placing all his needed stuff I moved downstairs to get warm water for myself. I heard it's beneficial, so I waited for the water to get warm in the microwave , and I thought to take normal water for Hayaan as well as drink it before coffee but I forgot.
Thinking about him a shy smile form on my face, they way his finger touched my skin, his fingers played with my hair, made butterflies run in my stomach, the way he complimented me, my insecurities got lessened, because i know he is perfect, his closeness was melted my heart, I wanted to touch him, smell him, hug him openly but i get so nervous around him, i hope he takes the first step this time.
I heard footsteps coming in. I turned to look and I was surprised to see Hala so early in the morning and that too in the kitchen.
uska tou door door tak kitchen se koi wasta hi nahi hai,
"Good morning bhabhi" She greeted me politely, with a small smile, but i could feel her energy was different today, her eyes looked dull.
"Good morning Hala, kesi hai tumhari tabiyat, sab khariyat" I asked her with a smile, and I heard a beep sound from the microwave, I took my cup out, and saw Hala taking the milk from the fridge.
"(How is your health, everything else is okay")
"Mein tou theek ap kyu inti laal or chamak rahi hain bhabhi ?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, a sly glint dancing in her eyes as her tone dripped with playful suspicion. With a fluid motion, she seized the pan from the counter and placed it on the stovetop, the sizzle of gas beneath it echoing through the air. Then, she turned her attention back to me, her gaze sparkling with amusement.
(I am fine, why are you so red and glowing, sister-in-law?)
"Nahi aisa kuch nahi hai mein tou roz aise he hoti hoon" I explained, trying to sound calm and logical, but my words were betrayed by the twitching of my lips as I fought to suppress a smile. I nervously tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, my cheeks growing warm with a sudden flush of shyness.
"No, nothing like that, I'm always like this."
"Aj ap zaroorat se ziada sharma rahi hai or apki ankhen bhi aj chamak rahi hain chehre ke sath sath " She answered, still busy cooking. I didn't respond, and instead changed the subject to something else."
"Today you're blushing more than necessary, and your eyes are also sparkling along with your face."
"Tum meri chodo apni batao tum itni subah yaha kitchen mein" I asked, surprised, and she paused, biting her lip before answering.
"Mein sufiyaan ke liye chai banane aayi thi" She responded with a hesitant smile, her lips curving upward in a slightly forced arc, as if she was struggling to conceal a hint of discomfort or uncertainty beneath her words."
(I came to make tea for sufiyaan)
"Areh yeh toh bohat achi baat hai tum apne shohar ke liye kam karahi ho, sufiyaan gusse wala zaroor hai lekin dil ka bura nahi hai, agar tum thora wakt or ek mauka dogi apne rishte ko tou baat ban sakti hai" I explained her, as I had an idea they have some sort of problem in their relationship and seeing a change in her I thought to give her an advice like a big sister.
(Oh, this is a great thing! You're working hard for your husband, Sufiyan is hot-tempered but he's not bad at heart. If you give him some time and a chance, your relationship can work out.)
"Bhabhi apko tou idea hai ke yeh shadi zabardasti hui thi hum dono ki he marzu shamil nai thii, tou aise mein kaise is rishte ko aagay bharaun, jab humare beech me kuch hai he nai tou kaise baat bane gi" She let out and looked confused, her face scrunched up in worry. IÂ could tell she was struggling with her own doubts and feelings. And IÂ sensed a storm of emotions inside her and wanted to help calm it down.
(Sister-in-law, you know that our marriage was forced, neither of us was willing, so how can we move forward in this relationship when there's nothing between us? How can things work out when we don't have a connection?)
"Tou aise he sari zindagi nikalo ge, tumdono koi ek bar chance tou lekar dekho, agar tum uske liye kuch respect tak feel karti ho tou koi burai nahi hai"
(So you'll just spend your entire life like this? You both should at least give it a chance once, if you feel even a little respect for him, then it's not bad.)
"Bhabhi, main samajhti hoon aap ki baat, lekin aksar rishton mein kaam aur samjhauta hota hai. Main unke liye koi ehsas nahin karti na he wou karta hai Aur woh hamesha gusse mein rehta hai,
(Sister-in-law, I understand what you're saying, but often relationships involve compromise and understanding. I don't have any feelings for him, nor does he have any for me. And he's always angry.)
"Ehsas or izzat waqt ke saath aa sakti hai,. Aur shayad Sufiyan ka aise hone ki koi wajah hai, tum jab ek dusre ko samjho ge tou sab behtar hoga kya pata wou bhi peeche hat raha ho kyunki tum nai chahti agay bharna is rishte mein, baat karna se masle sulaj sakte hai" I offered her advice and reassurance, and she listened intently, her expression softening as she nodded her head in understanding.
I wrapped her in a warm side hug, and she smiled gratefully. With a sense of closure, T took my leave
(Feelings and respect can come with time. And maybe there's a reason why Sufiyan is like that. When you both understand each other, things will get better. Who knows, he might also be hesitant because you don't want to move forward in this relationship. Talking can resolve issues.)
As I stormed into my room, a scream escaped my lips. as I collided with a shirtless figure, sending a glass of water flying onto his startled face. My eyes widened in shock, frozen on the chiseled torso that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Time stood still as I took in the unexpected sight. Water droplets trickled down his chest. My mind raced to process the sudden encounter, as if my brain was struggling to keep up with the unexpected twist.
My heart raced, as if trying to keep pace with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.
As he moved toward me, his eyes locked on mine, and I felt my heart race with anticipation. He reached out, his hand gently covering my mouth, silencing my startled gasp.
My back touched the door, and I felt trapped, but in a thrilling way. His warm breath whispered against my ear, sending shivers down my spine, our eyes locked.
"I am sorry- wou-mein bina kapron ke- pani chahiye," I stuttered, my voice trembling when He removed his hand, and I saw a hint of a smile playing on his lips. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, realizing how flustered I was.
"Aairah aap chilayi kyun aise, shohar hoon mein apka koi gair tou nahi" As he leaned in, his eyebrows raised in a playful challenge, I could sense a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"
(Aairah, why did you scream at me like that? I'm your husband, not some outsider.)
He placed his hand beside my head on the door, his fingers splayed wide, trapping me in a sweet surrender. The proximity of his bare skin, the warmth of his breath on my neck, and the exposure of his nakedness all conspired to make my stomach do somersaults.
I felt my cheeks flush with shyness, my heart racing like a wild animal in my chest. The air was electric with tension, the space between us crackling with an unspoken connection.
I couldn't help but be drawn to the magnetic pull of his gaze, my eyes locking onto him with an unspoken understanding.
"Han-lek-lekin aise kabhi dekha nai apko tou-" As I struggled to find my words, my gaze involuntarily drifted to his chiseled physique, my eyes widening as I took in the sight of his well-toned chest and strong muscles.
(Han, lekin aise kabhi dekha nai apko tou")
His 6-pack abs seemed to be carved out of granite, each ridge and contour perfectly defined. I felt my lips parting slightly as I sucked in a breath, my face growing warm with a mix of embarrassment and admiration.
I quickly looked away, trying to hide my blush, but I could sense his eyes on me, a knowing glint in his gaze. I couldn't help but wonder if he knew the effect he had on me, if he was aware of the way my heart raced and my pulse quickened in his presence.
As I stood there, frozen in a mixture of awe and shyness, he seemed to be savoring the moment, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled, his lips curling up in a gentle, teasing smile that left me breathless.
"Nazrein Yahan Meri taraf begum" As he whispered, his warm breath caressed my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I enlarged my eyes, my gaze still fixed on his chest, as I realized I'd been caught red-handed, ogling him like a piece of art.
(Eyes here towards me)
My face flushed with embarrassment, I couldn't bring myself to raise my head and meet his eyes. Instead, I kept my gaze downcast, my eyes fixed on the floor, as if studying the patterns on the rug.
As his finger made contact with my chin, a jolt of electricity ran through my body, setting my skin ablaze. He gently lifted my face, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. I felt like he was gazing into the very depths of my soul, as if searching for secrets I didn't even know I kept.
His touch was like a spark that ignited a fire within me, my skin burning with a desire I couldn't contain. I felt my cheeks flush, my lips parting slightly as I struggled to breathe.
His eyes seemed to bore into mine, as if he could see every thought, every emotion, every hidden truth. I felt naked, exposed, and yet, simultaneously, I felt a sense of safety, as if he was the only one who could truly understand me.
"Agar aisa hai sharmati rahogi tou dado ko jo Wada kiya hai pota dena ka kaise doge haan?" As he raised an eyebrow, his tone took on a playful, teasing quality that caught me off guard.
(If this is the case, you'll be shy, then how will you fulfill the promise you made to your grandmother, huh?)
I felt a flutter in my chest, my heart skipping a beat as I struggled to maintain my composure.
"Ya Allah! Hayaan ap yeh kaise baat karehe hain" I whispered shyly, not able to take his teasing further, his eyes dancing with mischief.
"Ya Allah! Hayaan, ap yeh kaise baat karehe hain?"
"Oh Allah! Hayaan, how can you talk like this?"
"Waise baten jo ek shohar ko apni Begum se karni chahiye" He responded, his touch vanishing from my face, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.
"Waise baten jo ek shohar ko apni Begum se karni chahiye"
(The kind of talks that a husband should have with his wife)
But before I could process , he surprised me by reaching for the corner of my dupatta. I watched, transfixed, as he gently wiped his wet face with the soft fabric.
My eyes widened in shock as he brought the dupatta to his nose, inhaling deeply. The intimacy of the gesture took my breath away. It was as if he had claimed a part of me, marked me as his own.My heart fluttered like a bird set free,
"Mujhe maaf karden mujhe poochna chahiye tha aapse" As realization dawned on him, his eyes flashed with surprise, and he left my dupatta, his fingers withdrawing from mine like a whispered secret.
(Forgive me, I should have asked you)
Guilt etched his face, and his gaze met mine, a silent apology suspended between us. Warmth unfolded in my chest, a gentle bloom of respect, as he acknowledged his mistake with a quiet dignity that spoke volumes.
"Mujh pe or Meri har cheez pe aapka haq hai, aap jo chahe marzi karsakte hai Hayaan" I whispered, my voice barely audible, as I surrendered to the moment.
(I'm all yours, and everything I have is yours too. You can do as you please, Hayaan.)
As I gently took the edge of my dupatta and wiped his face, my touch tracing the contours of his skin. Our gazes entwined, like the tender threads of a promise, our eyes locked in a deep, unspoken understanding, like the whispers of a secret language.
"Aairah Kya mein aap ko chooh sakta hoon ijazat hai?" he asked, his voice low and gentle, his words infused with a politeness that put me at ease.
(May I have your permission to touch you?)
But it was his eyes that truly captured my attention - serious, yet tender, they gazed at me with an intensity that made my own eyes widen in response.
His gaze was a warm embrace, enveloping me in a sense of safety and affection, as if he was beholding a precious treasure. I felt my heart skip a beat under the weight of his regard, my soul stirring with a sense of connection that went beyond words.
I nodded my head, my anticipation palpable, as I gazed at him with bated breath, and my heart skipped a beat as he leaned in, his head bent down, his warm breath whispering across my face.
My eyes fluttered shut, involuntarily, as his scent - a heady mix of wood and masculinity - enveloped me, making my senses spin. The thrill of his proximity sent shivers down my spine, leaving me lightheaded and dizzy with anticipation.
Our front pressed, I grasped his biceps, my fingers digging into his skin as I felt the gentle caress of his lips on my forehead. The soft brush of his mouth against my skin sent shivers down my spine, making my heart skip a beat.
His touch was like a feather's whisper, delicate and gentle, yet it set my soul aflame. I forgot the world around us, my senses consumed by the tender pressure of his lips, the warmth of his breath, and the gentle strength of his arms.
In this fleeting instant, nothing else existed but the two of us, lost in the sweet intimacy of our first tender touch.
In that magical moment, all I recall is our hearts beating as one, our love pulsing in perfect harmony. His lips came to rest on my forehead, sending shivers coursing down my spine.
As his touch ignited a fire within me, my stomach flipped with a thrill of excitement, like a gentle somersault of joy. And then, the world around us melted away, leaving only the soft pressure of his lips on my skin, the warmth of his breath, and the sweet surrender of our first kiss.
It was a surreal moment, a dreamlike fantasy that I never wanted to end, a moment that forever etched itself in the depths of my soul.
-
As Hayaan's sleek Royal Royce glided to a halt outside the restaurant, I felt a thrill coursing through my veins. Seated beside him, I was acutely aware of his every move, from the confident grasp of the steering wheel to the subtle flex of his veins beneath his silver watch.
With a swift motion, he rolled the wheel with one hand, his other hand resting possessively on my seat, sending shivers down my spine.
The sudden movement flipped my stomach, like a fluttering bird taking flight. I couldn't help but be captivated by his suave demeanor.
My gaze lingered on him, drinking in the sight of his dashing figure. The sunglasses added an air of mystery, and the outfit I had chosen for him perfectly emphasized his chiseled features.
As he turned to glance at me, our eyes met for a fleeting moment, and I quickly looked away, my cheeks flushing with a tender blush.
"Rukiye aap mein karta hoon" Just as I reached for the door handle, he surprised me with a polite gesture, swiftly opening the car door for me.
I felt a flutter in my chest as our eyes met, and I couldn't help but smile shyly, my cheeks warming with a gentle blush. I hesitated for a moment, then surrendered to his chivalry, allowing him to assist me out of the car.
As I stepped out, he offered his hand, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a warm smile. I took it, feeling a spark of electricity as our palms touched, and let him guide me onto the pavement.
"Aap Ko yeh karne ki zaroorat nahi thi mujhe pata hai ap gentleman hain Hayaan," I told him with a playful grin, a mischievous glint in my eye, and for the first time ever, he looked genuinely caught off guard.
His usual suave demeanor faltered, and he scratched his temple, a boyish gesture that made my heart skip a beat. As he pressed his lips together, I could see the hint of a smile trying to break through, but he tried to maintain a straight face, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Ya Allah itne piyare kyun hain yeh mein kaise nazrein hataun apni inse.
"Pehle baat yeh maine isliye nai kiye ke mujhe apko kuch dikhana tha, mein yeh karna chata tha apke liye Madam" He answered his eyes locked with me honest and affectionate, I blushed at the endearment.
As we stepped into the restaurant, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I realized it was the very same place where we first met to discuss our arranged alliance.
Now, here we were, returning as husband and wife. I wondered if Hayaan had chosen this place intentionally, or if it was simply a coincidence. Either way, it felt like a beautiful full circle moment. As I looked at him, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction and gratitude. Time had flown by so quickly.
"Yeh jagah khali kyun hai koi ata nai kya is wakt" I question him As I gazed around the restaurant, my eyes wandered, searching for faces. But to my surprise, I spotted no one. The place felt strangely quiet, as if we were in our own little bubble.
(why is this place so quiet, no one comes here at this time of what?)
"Yeh restaurant Maine book karwaya hai" He responded with a nonchalant tone, leaving me slightly perplexed.
(I booked this restaurant)
But before I could react, he gallantly pulled out a chair for me and motioned for me to take a seat. I obliged, settling into the chair as he pushed it gently into place. The simple gesture was a sweet surprise, and I couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through me at his thoughtful act.
"Par ek breakfast he tou karna the humhe, kisliye kiya apne yeh" I raised an eyebrow, my disbelief evident on my face. I leaned in slightly, my eyes narrowing as I searched for clarification.
(But we just had to have breakfast, so why did you do this?"
"Apke liye" His response took me aback, leaving me utterly astonished. My heart skipped a beat as I gazed at him in wonder, my eyes wide with surprise. I was captivated by his words, my mind racing to process the unexpected disclosure .
(For you)
"Mere liye" I raised an eyebrow, my skepticism evident as I pointed a questioning finger at myself, my tone laced with doubt.
(For me)
He nodded affirmatively, a small smile playing on his lips. His gentle confirmation was a surprise, and I felt a flutter of wonder at his response."
"Haan Kyunki, mein nai chata the kisi ki bhi nazar ya dhiyaan ap ki taraf aaye, or conscious ya uncomfortable feel Karen" As he spoke, my heart swelled with joy, and I couldn't help but feel a shy smile spreading across my face.
(Yes, because I didn't want anyone's attention or gaze to be drawn towards you, and I didn't want you to feel conscious or uncomfortable.)
The way he cared for me was evident in his words, and I was captivated by the warmth in his eyes. Our gazes locked, and I felt a deep connection as we held each other's gaze.
Our intimate moment was gently interrupted by the waiter, who arrived to take our order. As I adjusted my dupatta on my head, I recalled Hayaan's sweet insistence that I didn't need to change or wear makeup.
"Ap mujh se bhi zyada pyari lag rahi hain" he had said, making me blush. So, I had simply applied a subtle lip balm and tint, feeling a sense of ease and comfort in my natural beauty.
(You are more beautiful than me)
He impressively ordered our breakfast with ease, requesting two French toasts with a veggie-filled omelet, and a pancake with a Spanish omelet specifically for me, accompanied by bread. He also asked for a Kashmeri tea for me and black coffee for himself.
What struck me as incredible was how he seemed to know my preferences so well, as if he had been paying attention to my every liking. I was touched by his thoughtfulness and attention to detail.
"Apko kaise maloom ke mujhe yeh sab pasand hai"
(How to do you know that I like all this)
"Mujhe maloom hai ki maine ap pe tawajah nai di hai lekin mujhe andaza hai apki pasand ka meine notice karta hoon" As he responded, his eyes shone with sincerity, and I could see the genuine truth in them.
(I know that I haven't given you attention, but know what you like I noticed.)
My heart swelled with happiness, and a gentle smile spread across my face. The warmth in his eyes was like a balm to my soul, filling me with joy and contentment.
Our eyes locked in a deep, intimate gaze, lost in the moment, our connection palpable. Time stood still as we reveled in each other's presence.
But our trance was briefly interrupted by the waiter's return with our food. We reluctantly broke eye contact, and Hayaan shot the waiter a subtle glare, murmuring something under his breath. I bit back a smile, amused by his playful protectiveness.
We savored our meal in comfortable silence, the only sounds being the gentle clinking of spoons against plates. The stillness between us was far from awkward; instead, it was a soothing accompaniment to our dining experience.
The quiet moments we shared were a reflection of our ease with each other, a sense of familiarity and understanding that needed no words.
I carefully extracted the capsicum and onion slices from my omelet and placed them on his plate. He looked up in surprise, his fork poised mid-air, and raised an eyebrow in inquiry. His brows furrowed slightly
"wou mujhe yeh kuch khas pasand nahi omelette me so, and I can't throw it it's a wastage of food " I offered him a sheepish grin, my eyes sparkling with a playful apology.
(I don't like these in omelet)
"Lekin ap mujhe kyu derahi hai madam" He asked raising his brows.
(But why are you giving it to me)
"kyunki apko yeh pasand hain isliye" I responded with a gentle shrug, continuing to savor my food in silence. His chuckle followed, a warm, low sound that filled the space between us and he accepted the offerings with a nod, his expression softening into a warm smile.
(Because you liked it that's why)
We finished our meal in comfortable silence, our eyes occasionally meeting in a gentle, wordless exchange. The air was filled with a sense of quiet understanding.
As we left the restaurant, he reached for my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine in a tender grasp. We strolled back home together, our hands clasped in a warm, comforting embrace."
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