Chapter 12

AIRAB

"Airab..." Her gaze raises to my mouth, and then lingers at my lips. Oh. I have been dying to kiss her after the blunder I had done. It won't be bad having them again. I feel aroused seeing the look of want on her aquiline features. "When will we make our relation real in front of Allah?" She questions.

In reply to her question, I take her hand and put it over my heart. She seems shocked sensing my marathon beats, a total contrast to my composed posture. She gulps the saliva with disbelief having her answer and expecting the fulfilment of her rightful demand she has just made. Now, I am no one to turn her down or keep myself and my desires in check. Enough of dramatic stuff. We need to live a real life.

We are now hungrily staring at each other being in the comfort of arms. Her face is angled right to my mouth.

Her eyes go be-iman, demanding a love-making right now in contrast of beat-red face. As I am sexually charged, thus cannot keep myself in restraint anymore. Saying bye to the patience I dive into the territory of her... heaven.

Her lips seek passion from mine. She has her eyes closed savoring the small torturing pecks She tightens the grip of her finger tips over my shoulder blade. I feel myself enlarging.

I shrug her straight, laying her down over the leather material and take the pride place over her. She holds my neck with both arms, encouraging me to do more. As I get lost into her wonderland, she moans exceptionally at my harsh bites and sweet nibbles.

Oh, my, me.

She presses me here and there as I kindle the calescent sentiments by rightfully claiming her mouth and letting myself to be claimed by her. My heart is on the edge of explosion along the torrid fibers of body due to the cats and dogs raining of salacity. All other happenings of the day are like deleted form my memory. My wife is the center of my consciousness.

Sofa is feeling the most appropriate furniture right now. I pin her more under me, entwine our fingers and then kiss her with formidable zeal... like there will be no tomorrow.

Calling out my name, she tightens the grip, digging nails into my hands. I was always aware of this intoxicant salvation between us. Dammit, how we spent almost two months without each other?

She bites my tongue as a protest to my soft sucks. I might stop breathing any moment. I cannot handle anymore; it's like I am dying and going to heaven. I try to pull back but Elza wants more, she hardens her grip. With raged breaths and hard situation, I give in.

"Elza, I am dying." I beg her.

"Me, too Airab, me too." We are going through an entire different criteria of passion. It is like we will disperse any second. Our bodies will go ashen. Our souls though would enjoy the oneness.

She gasps hard against my famished tongue. Making a rightful grip at the back of my head, she takes the lead. It was a declaration from her. Declaration from her to not stop.

She is touching me like the basic necessity of life. I have her lustrous hairs free of clip and tangling my fingers through them. She does not stop moaning even after toiling to quash them. After all she is with me, a man who has desired only her, in his entire life.

I have no intention to be slow any second. I grind our lowers making her heave with the feel of me. Baby, yes, you do this to me.

She slides her right arm to my lower back. Hot. Simple, hot. With the clothes on, how can one feel on fire? I am answerless. She kisses me on cheeks and over side of jaws with affection, flipping my heart with pride; pride of being loved by her. I let my hand touch her where I want my mouth to be - her round perky breasts.

Oh God, the sensation is magical!

My hands go round and round over her breasts - a slow yet torturing pace. Looking into her eyes, I place a rightful kiss just above her harden bud clear from the fabric of shirt. Instantly, her eyes shut at the burning intensity. Every fiber of my body is burning as if I am some wrestler and has come right after winning the championship belt.

Her grip on my hairs go harsh as I trail wet sucks over her breasts. The fabric, for sure, is a barrier but for the starter it is proving beneficial. She is more desperate for skin to skin touch. And me? Don't ask. I want to scrap every piece of our clothes and rest deep inside her.

The dirty imagination of mine comes to halt as I hear her whimpering at the cooler touch of air at the places which are sodden with my saliva.

She touches my face and I kiss her, again. She is a sweet sugar along the combination of spice - best for every meal. No chance of getting diabetes ever. I chuckle, lowly.

Famished, we kissed like eating each other. This time I am letting my hands travel where I have never touched her - her legs. She withers at the mere caress. I pinch her thigh, earning a hiss from her. She breaks the kiss, panting for the air.

The typical manly bastard in me is enjoying her submission to me. As my palm makes a connection to her softness, she instantly places her palm over mine. Her breathes are literally stopped. I am in a mess. My palm's connection with her has caused me the painful erection as I fathom touching her softness skin to skin - without any fabric layer.

While slightly circling my thumb over there, I notion to her and obligingly, she moves away her palm and... chuckles?

"It's tickling." She barely pronounces.

I lean my mouth and lingers a kiss right above where her softness starts. She coughs due to the lack of air.

"Break?" She nods to my suggestion.

Making proper space for me, she takes my t-shirt in her left hand and keep her head to my chest. Her right hand is playing childlike with my right one. Sometimes with my skin and sometimes with my ring. I like to wear stones.

Proper lights of the room are providing me direct access to her smile coming straight from her soul. Trust me, it is the best feeling in the world knowing someone is this elated only because of you.

My eyes fall to my mobile as it vibrates signaling me about a text. I reach for it and a chuckle escapes my throat seeing the time. Its five minutes past ten. She also blushes diligently knowing how much we were delved into each other that we forgot every damn thing.

I raise up from the sofa and feels awkwardness in the air. Oh, common, you are not a shy man, Airab!

I turn my face towards her and lusciously suck her both lips, staring deep into her eyes. Yes, honey, I have every kind of right on you. She also puts her devotion in touching me, feeling me, letting herself believe that it's for real, that I am hers. Oh, baby, I am all yours.

She hits her head as something is remembered by her. "We missed the dinner with family." She is sad about it.

"Bed time starter wasn't bad either." I tease and she winks back. Oh, how could I forget that I have Elza as a wife?

She starts to straighten her hair with fingers, soothing them enough to make a simple bun. "I am famished" She announces.

"Me, too." I wink, stating my double meaning.

Ah, our winks.

"Well, Rabiha has made fruit trifle for you. Shouldn't we go down for dinner?" She asks in a concerned tone that if I would not consume my sister's effort, she might get sad or mad. Who can predict women's moods?

"Yeah, sure." Cooking time is saved. What can be more easy than eating already prepared meal?

Making ourselves presentable, we make our way down, to the main kitchen and there we are met with Rabiha, eating the dessert, surely the second round.

"Second shift." She announces cheekily. She is one lively girl who has the aura to melt stones with her sagacity. If that man could not handle my intelligent sister, then it is his bad luck. She is tall, possesses fair and glowing skin, aquiline features and yeah, a novellish heart shape face.

We quickly embrace her going to her level and mumble our apologies. Elza kisses her cheek and I her head. In reaction, she fakes her elderly blessing over our heads, giggling hard.

"Ezu, have you put on Bhai's perfume by mistake?"

We both look at each other. My dear sister, my wife has me all over her.

It seems Rabiha quickly realizes what she has asked. "Oh, how stupid of me to ask such a question." She giggles again, secretly winking at Elza. Passing an understanding smile to Rabiha, Elza moves to warm the dinner for us.

I sit beside Rabiha on chair to steal a spoon from her bowl and wow... it's delicious. She is best at desserts and baking. I thumb up to her earning a wide smile.

Elza comes to us biting her bottom lip. Haven't I done enough, gorgeous?

"Oh, I forgot. We thought you both would not come for dinner and as you eat only fresh roti..." She points at me. "...I had forbid cook." Oh. Elza still makes maps. When we had taken proposal to her home, her mother had clear cut told that Elza doesn't know cooking. She can only make pasta, spaghetti, soup type things and trust me she is best at what she does. Just like the kiss.

"Wait just three minutes." Rabiha leaves her place, in a fraction of second, to make roti for us unlike typical sister in law who might would have kept cherishing her midnight dessert letting her brother make or bring roti from market. My school mate is facing these issues now a days and when he shares them with me, I feel his family is devoid of compassion. Why on earth would a mother have problem with you taking your wife out? Thank God, I have a mother who is quite opposite than traditional mother in laws. She forces me to take my wife on outings and never minds me skipping family meals if I was busy spending time with Elza.

I finish the few spoons of trifle left in Rabiha's bowl while they both chant and chuckle; Rabiha making roti and Elza making Lassi. Within four minutes, Rabiha brings my thin, round and perfect roti and Elza places the two plates of Karailay Gosht; microwaved and a jug of Lassi with two glasses.

"Thank you..." I express my gratitude to the women making efforts for my meal. They both are the shimmer of my home.

Rabiha asks Elza to sit and start while she goes and make more. Elza beams at me. Yes, baby, that's my lovingly sister.

I hope, she moves from her adamant point of not getting marry. She deserves all the happiness of the world and me being her elder brother will make sure she gets it.

Savoring the dinner, I remember the night when I had made henna patterns on Elza's hands. She had pleaded to let her go to her home saying her mother had cooked bitter gourd with mutton along butter milk. I still remember her cute denial.

I smirk inwardly as I look up at Elza to tease her. That night and tonight; such a huge difference. Now she is my wife, my life partner. Before I could, Rabiha steals the chance from me and teases Elza making my candy go pink.

***

I groan with displeasure. I was enjoying my tranquil sleep up till Elza was on a mission to awake me up. After the dinner and dessert last night, we had come to our room and kissed some more and then slept co-cooing each other. In one night, we have grown completely comfortable with our bodies touching while we lay and talk. Strange, eh?

I cup her...cheek. "Aren't you sleepy?"

"Yes, I am..." She says groggily.

I hold her safe against my chest. "Good, sleep then."

I pat her head until we drift into a deep and peaceful slumber once again. This woman has a rare kind of tranquility in her - to which I am addicted now.

We had offered Fajar's prayer, together thanking Allah to remover Satan from us. She is not a show off girl who will offer a Namaz and whole neighboring town will have its news. Well, I am glad she has a Muslimah heart which just needs stir ups.

Sorting all the issues last night, I am finally being blessed with a nice sleep which I want to cherish a little more. If she was upset, then I also wasn't enjoying relaxing nights in Italy. Her wrought face was haunting me. Her outburst was hurting me. How could she say she hates me? She is the woman who has every right to adore me, love me. There is not a room for hatred. Now, I am at peace being at the receiving end of her affection.

***

"Ma'am, please wake up sir. We really have important lunch meeting." The voice of my Personal Assistant is booming in my head. How dare he? Elza has all rights to mess up with my sleep but not anyone else.

I open my eyes, to give him an earful on manners, but I am met with Elza - hovered upon me, with my cell phone in her hand and yeah, on speaker.

Finishing the call, she crosses her arms over my chest and almost straddles me. "It's noon, Mr. Hotshot CEO. You better get your lazy self off the bed otherwise your wife won't stop mourning over millions!" She kisses me over my stubby jaws beamingly and smiles enthusiastically at me.

"Good morning." She wishes energetically.

Yes, darling, it's one good morning. I wish her back and keep caressing her soft cheek - even after my bites. I would have loved to dive into the chocolate territory of her mouth but she sternly says me to get up and be ready. I have the idiotic smile plastered to my face while leaving the bed. Life has queerly gone exquisite.

***

Lunch is down, with the family so we are getting ready. She has her thick wavy hairs pinned from front upon my suggestion. My eyeballs are still hurting with the need of sleep. She is dressed in a Qameez trouser of aqua color with digital cream print. Smiling at me, she picks up a lipstick and starts applying it over her lips. She does not apply thick layers. Just two simple rolls of shade over her lips is enough. Dammit, it's a red blood color she has applied.

I want to bite that bottom lip.

I fist my palms and then open them. Yea, a slight control. Otherwise you know her, she will again start about me being a hungry husband who cannot stop but kiss his wife for eternity.

I put on my perfume before knotting my tie which she traditionally sets at end. The glow of a married woman is crystal on her face. I pin her with my eyes. The anticipation forces her to moisten the lips. The temperature of the room has gone tropic with affection, need and desire of a febrile kiss and much, much more. Deciding to move away, as I will be late otherwise, I press a kiss against her forehead. Wow! Salute to your patience, Airab.

"Airab." She comes in front of me and stands barefoot on my shoes. Gazing into my seduced eyes with her compelling ones, she lets her hand to grab the back of my head. I batten my eyes as her calescent lips slowly yet hungrily smooches mine, again, again, again, and again, and again, and again and again.

When she steps back, I notice the red hue over her cheeks and nose. How cute!

I extract a tissue from tissue box and say, "Every can guess today that Airab has been blessed a lot by his wife."

She elbows me in my chest. I laugh while wiping my face. Not only she but I also have the blessed newly married man glow - just with lip kisses. I cannot imagine about further. The jocund has touched my eyes so much that when I reach at the main dining area, my mother does her usual thing to save me from evil eyes. I was so gloomy earlier and now this blithe is swooning my soul.

Rabiha descends down the stairs quickly, announcing that she is famished. We all laugh at her childlike antics.

To savor the taste of kebab with brown rice along salad and yogurt, we take our respective places. Fried chicken and skillet potatoes are also served on table.

My father is eating tore pieces of roti with his separate dish made in olive oil and less spices. In first attempt, he always tries to eat from right hand and then after not succeeding, he uses left hand. He is the man who believes in keep trying, until you achieve your goal.

"Baba, I have fixed an appointment with a foreign expert, for you. He is supposed to come here for some of his personal work. Maybe tomorrow, in the morning." I say after taking two ounces of water before the start of meal.

Elza is preparing my plate. Mostly she grabs this opportunity and do this for me.

"I do not need any expert now. I have you happy with Elza dear. I will be fine soon." Baba speaks with difficulty but much better than before. His exercises and medicines are regular along the love and attention he wants since his childhood as Dadi Maa tells.

"Baba is right. See how much he has improved in speaking. I am desperately waiting for the day when he will be like before. Then I will see how Airab wins in chess." Elza jokes. My baba is expert in chess, infact he taught me this game so perfectly that I never lose from others but even after hard practice of years, I cannot win from him.

Elza has very nicely accepted my family as hers since day one. I adore her so much for this. During the family meals and moments, Elza always makes talks in a moderate tone as her wrath is saved only for me.

I am special for you, in your own way, I know, Elza.

She tucks her hair behind ear letting me ogle over her fair cheek. My mouth-dripping personal Candy! How I had wished to do her last night but I knew she needed time. Maybe tonight then...

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