Khwahish- Pt 9

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"Masar, uth bhi jao ab."

Faeezah whined for the nth time while her newly husband just shrugged and snuggled more into the pillow. It was 9 in the morning and their first day in Amsterdam. Faeezah's excitement was killing her but seeing him casually drifting back to sleep annoyed her a little.

"Masar, you have been sleeping for more than 10 hours! Aur kitna sona hai?"

She tried pulling the duvet off him but he was quick to snatch it away and before Faeezah could comprehend what was happening, Masar pulled her to himself and snuggled into her, putting most of his weight on top of her in order to either shut her up or make her give up on waking him this early.

Faeezah blushed a little at their compromising position and tried pushing him off her but the guy was hella built.

"Masar, itna kam stamina hai tumhara? Chalo na bahar chalte hai. It's such a lovely weather."

And a lovely weather it was. With winter bustling around the world, the streets of Amsterdam were drizzling along with the chilly breeze and the shadowy texture of the clouds that covered the sunshine from surfacing made it all look highly beautiful and romantic.

Or that's what Faeeezah thought.

Masar looked up at her for a nanosecond with narrowed eyes. He got on top of her, supporting his weight by placing his hands beside her head and Faeezah's eyes widened momentarily at his sudden change of demeanor.

"Less stamina? Begum, I think you are forgetting some crucial details regarding last night."

The last sentence was whispered seductively next to Faeezah's ears, who didn't know whether to dig up a hole and hide or smack him for his besharmi.

"Kya hua begum? Not so talkative anymore?"

He teased a blushing Faeezah and was met with a retaliation of smacks on his chest.

"Ouch! Woman, why are you being so violent?"

He whined and rubbed his chest gently and Faeezah bit her lips in concern. Her hands automatically moved forward and rubbed his chest but her whole body froze when she realized he was shirtless.

Astagfirullah!

Husband hai tumhara!

Shit, right. But still, Astagfirullah!

Faeezah felt like the biggest fool as she argued with her inner voice. Masar on the other hand was enjoying the bright hues on her face that kept getting darker by every passing second. Her hands were still placed on his chest, directly where his heart was and he was sure that she could feel the thumping of his blood organ and all because of her mere touch.

He smiled softly at her and Faeezah lowered her gaze, feeling extremely shy all of a sudden. Sighing to himself, he leaned in and rubbed the tip of his nose with hers and watched as Faeezah closed her eyes and savoured the moment with a smile of her own.

"Bahot mohabbat karta hu main tumse, Ezah. Never doubt that."

Masar didn't know what had come over him when he said those words but the sudden emotional hurricane that builded within him seemed a little complex to be explained. Faeezah opened her eyes and watched with concern at the expression on his face and involuntarily, she raised her right hand and placed it on his left cheek.

Faeezah observed as Masar's stiff body relaxed considerably at the touch and he leaned in her hand, trying to get more of the warmth and love.

"Masar, jitna bharosa tum pe hai mujhe utna khud par bhi nahi hai. I could doubt anything but your love for me."

She whispered softly to him and Masar smiled, a full blown smile at her before pecking her lips and quickly sprang out of the bed, leaving a shell shocked looking Faeezah still lying on the bed with wide eyes.

He cleared his throat as a cocky smirk appeared on his lips and was met with a narrowed glare from his Ezah but the cherry blossom colour on her face pleased him to no end.

"Arey begum, why are you still in bed? Ghumne nahi jaana hai kya?"

He teased her yet again and Faeezah threw the pillow beside her at him. Masar let out a loud laugh as he quickly dashed towards the washroom and closed the door with a thud but not before he heard her screaming his name in annoyance.

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How was it that you were extremely bored but not bored at all?

The question applied to Masar as he looked around the boring halls, structures and the projection going around the hall. He was never a fan of silence or old men roaming around him with a scowl but at the same time, he kept looking at Faeezah who was taking it all in with an awe filled expression.

Well, it looks like it wasn't a complete waste of time to be here.

The van gogh museum was crowded with people but Faeezah could care less about her social anxiety as her eyes kept taking in everything within this beautiful structure greedily.

They were currently in the painting section and Faeezah could not help but feel like her eyes were blessed. The colours, the textures, the designs. Every swirl and stroke looked magnificent as they dominated the whole room without even trying.

"Ezah yaar, chalte hai na ab yaha se. It's getting late and we have a few more places to visit before the day ends."

Masar whined lightly and tugged at her hands, pulling her to himself and Faeezah smiled mischievously at him. She knew how he hated all this but had still endured 3 hours in here just for her.

"Awe, Masar. Bore ho raha hai?"

Masar gave her a neutral look before retorting with a sarcastic smile.

"Nahi nahi, mujhe toh bahot maza aa raha hai."

Faeezah stiffled a smile and decided to play along.

"Acha? Toh thodi der aur ruk jaate hai."

"Ezah yaar!"

He protested with an annoyed look and Faeezah chuckled at him before pulling him with her towards the exit.

Masar was quick to follow up and breathed greedily as they finally got out of the closed monument. Faeezah rolled her eyes at his obvious dramatics but anyhow smiled at his efforts.

It was 8 at night when the two had finally stopped by the torensluis bridge. Faeezah had her head resting on Masar's shoulder as the two watched in awe the glowing lights on the bridge and the beautiful reflection of the surroundings and themselves in the water below.

Masar turned his head a little to gaze at his Ezah and was left with a dreamy look as he took in her serene expression. He was reminded back of the day when the two were sitting near the lake, but the difference this time was that he didn't have to hide the love he had for her in his eyes, he didn't have to pretend to be strangers to the unknown feeling within him, he didn't have to behave as though he couldn't have her.

Because at the moment, she was Mrs. Faeezah Masar Abidi, his rightful wife and his eternal companion.

"Masar!"

He jerked out of his thoughts and jumped a little when he felt drops of water on his face.

Faeezah quickly got up and caught hold of Masar's hand before racing towards the other end of the bridge. Their hotel room wasn't far away and Faeezah was glad that she chose that place.

"Arey Ezah, why are you running? Baarish ho rahi hai!"

Masar laughed as he enjoyed the rain drops falling on his face. He was covered head to toe but his face and hand enjoyed the drizzling sensations of the cold liquid against their warmth.

"Exactly. Baarish ho rahi hai. Beemar pad jaoge."

Faeezah scolded him lightly and within minutes, the two stood in the hotel lobby drenched not heavily but enough for their clothes to be soaked.

Faeezah quickly opened the hotel room and without turning back, dashed inside to switch on the internal heater.

"Masar, jaldi change karo warna bukhar ho jayega."

She commanded rather than requesting and rummaged through her suitcase for a different set of clothes. When she didn't hear any response, she turned around and was about to scold him yet again but swallowed harshly when she found Masar standing shirtless in front of her with his hair soaked wet.

"M-Masar, washroom mein jao."

She tried to subside the burning in her throat and pulled her eyes away from him but before she could turn around, Masar had wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. Faeezah gasped when she felt him removing her coat.

"M-Masar, y-yeh-"

"Shh, beemaar ho jaogi."

He whispered to her but the change in his tone made her gulp in anticipation. Within seconds, Faeezah found her coat and muffler thrown on the ground somewhere with Masar's hands working on the top that she was wearing.

His cold lips touched the wet skin of her neck and Faeezah visibly shivered at the sudden zaps that worked their way in her system.

As Masar undid the last button of her top, Faeezah had already closed her eyes and was breathing heavily. Not wanting to wait any longer, Masar placed his lips on hers. Faeezah moaned at the sudden touch and Masar was quick to remove the signs of any mercy or gentleness from the kiss.

His lips engulfed hers in a passion Faeezah thought she could only dream of. His cold hands touched the bare skin of her waist and Faeezah found herself fisting his hairs, giving them a harsh tug when the sensations in her body seemed a little too much to handle.

Masar was quick to move the two towards the bed and Faeezah soon found herself lost in the ecstasy that only Masar could provide her. Her mind, her heart, her body, her soul, all seemed to be the captives of his mere gaze and his touch just added to the fueling fire that was rising by every passing second within her.

The sounds of the pitter patter of the rain seemed to have been blocked completely by the passionate touches and voices in the room. The night didn't end until Masar had shown Faeezah just how much he loved him, how much of his mind and heart were occupied by her. How his body and soul seemed to be wrapped around her mere gazes and happy smiles.

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7 months later

"Finally! Appi, ab toh book dikha do yaar!"

Ahzan whined at his sister who was now officially a published author. Faeezah chuckled at her brother's excitement and ruffled his hair before flicking his nose and shaking her head in negative.

Ahzan was left stunned at her blatant rude reply and huffed in annoyance, not understanding why they were still waiting for the book reveal when it was clearly in her hands, still a little covered but it was released to cry out loud now!

"Appi, kyu nahi dikha rahi ho?"

"Appi, please dikha do na."

Sabir and Zuhayr whined at the same time and Faeezah yet again denied.

"Abey oye, side ho. My wife will show her masterpiece to me first."

Masar flaunted arrogantly to the people in the lawn and Faeezah raised an eyebrow at him and when he thought that she was going to say yes, Faeezah yet again shook her head in negative.

The proud smirk fell instantly and a scowl formed on his features while his cousins laughed at his misery.

"Yaar Ezah, I am your husband!"

"Exactly. So have a little more patience. You can be the third person to take a look at it."

With that, she chuckled at his fallen expression and placed a kiss on the top of his nose before racing back into the Bukhari mansion.

Her book was to be released by today at 4 and right now, she was holding a hardcopy of it in her hands. Pride engulfed her heart on seeing her work finally in her embrace, ready for the whole world to read.

"Faeezah? Bacha what are you holding?"

Abeer asked with a curious expression when he found her standing in the living room with something clutched tightly in her hands.

"Abbu!"

Faeezah shrieked in happiness and the next moment, hugged him tight. Abeer was left shocked at the sudden show of affection but anyhow chuckled and hugged her back.

"Not like I mind having your attention, lekin achanak kya ho gaya?"

He asked with a small smile and Faeezah could only nod in excitement.

She looked at her book that was wrapped in a beautiful gift paper and took a deep breath before saying,

"Ammi ko bhi bula le. I have a surprise for the two of you."

Abeer looked at her for a while before shouting Falak's name, who appeared not long after. Falak raised an eyebrow at the father and daughter duo and in response to her gaze, Abeer could only shrug cluelessly while Faeezah's wide smile made her feel giddy.

"Kya hua?"

Falak asked curiously and Faeezah took a deep breath before forwarding the book to them. Abeer took hold of it and quickly unwrapped it and was left stunned at the beauty of the thing in his hands. Falak was too surprised to say something.

(A/N: This cover belongs to me! Pretty please don't think of using it just because you thought that google baba became Aladdin ka chiraag🙇‍♀️.)

"Faeezah yeh.."

Abeer swallowed the rest of the words and Faeezah smiled at her parents. She knew how they had gotten married, how her father had the guilt of what happened years ago still lurking around the corners of his heart and so, she decided to dedicate her first male protagonist to her father and the female protagonist to her mother.

The story of a man who was battling against the ups and downs of life, all the while trying to suppress and forget the pain in his heart, the yearning for a true companion and a small amount of love that would be directed his way.

Abeer choked on the tears that clouded his vision and before he knew it, he was engulfed in another hug. Falak watched with a small smile as Faeezah consoled her father and Abeer didn't know what he had done to get such a loving daughter.

"Ho gaya ho toh hum bhi dekh le?"

The emotional session was disrupted by the sarcastic voice of Ahzan who was internally swooning at the love between her appi and her abbu.

"Haan le, dekh le."

Faeezah chuckled and forwarded the book to him but Masar was quick to get hold of it before anyone else could.

"You said I'd be the third to take a look at it."

With that, he shrugged lightly and walked away with the book in his hand while the rest of the cousins were left with a look of betrayal. Abeer and Falak laughed at the kids while Faeezah tried assuring Ahzan that he could get another copy of it in less than a few hours.

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"Masar?"

Faeezah called out as she peeked into their room and was left stunned when she saw how concentrated he was as he read through the book that she wrote.

Faeezah could feel her heart skipping numerous beats at his undivided support and unintentional push towards the path of her dreams.

Masar only hummed in response but didn't look up from the creamy pages. His wife surely had a way with words when it came to writing and to say that he was left captivated with them would be an understatement.

"Masar, ab rakh bhi do use. Baad mein pad lena."

Masar only shook his head in negative and continued to the next page but he didn't have the chance to read through the first word as the book got snatched from his hands without any mercy.

Scowling at his wife who stood smiling down at him, he tried getting the book back but Faeezah moved it away.

"Ezah, book wapas do."

He demanded but was met with a defiant giggle and his wife walking away with the book in her hands.

"Ezah yaar!"

He followed her and tried to snatch it away but Faeezah climbed on the bed, moving it away from his hold. Masar glared at her but sighed in dismay because he knew, for her, his glare was anything but scary.

With a frown, he slumped down back on the bed and huffed in anger. Faeezah bit her lips to stop herself from laughing at him as she got on her knees behind him.

"Masar?"

No reply.

"Masar?"

She called out once again with a highly sweet tone but Masar still didn't reply.

"Masar, I love you!"

And before she knew it, her husband pounced on her with a wide smile and desire filled eyes.

Faeezah shrieked at the sudden attack while Masar littered her face with numerous kisses and trapped her in his tight embrace. Nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, he whispered back with a smitten tone.

"I love you too, Ezah."

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*clears my throat*

Ahm, why in the seven heavens am I blushing?

Nope, not me, it's you who's blushing. Aye haye, why does it have to end so soon? Just the epilogue is left and for some reason, I feel like crying, AGAIN!

These characters have seriously messed up with my saint mind!

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