Book RC of the chapter is MAV by jonoyuk

*yes I'm moving these to the start of the chapter;)

RATED — 18+ FOR MATURE CONTENT.
* YOU will see a warning before the scene as well

If you remember me then, I don't care if everyone else forgets me — Haruki Murakami

A journey to the centre of the earth where magma was plenty and the pressure would crush her, would have been a better option than to lead Zaeem to the restroom. It was plain cruelty, to see the man who had ripped her life out of her hands untimely walk so calmly. With his steps lush and without anguish. Her heart swirled with hatred. It bubbled inside of her chest, dark ugly shade of green mixed with the reds of revenge. Threatening to flow out of her and burn everything that walked in her path. Ayna was in no mood to deal with the man who lazily stalked behind her.

Wordlessly she guided him to the restroom. Taking in his form, dressed in the crisp white kurta and trousers. The starchy cloth fit his biceps and spanned the length of his wide chest, in a delicious manner. It had Ayna's hormones racing a warmth falling into the pits of her stomach as she observed the lock of hair that fell carelessly onto his forehead. His sharp noble nose and pointed chin raised high. Eyes filled with arrogance—or so it seemed.

"I assume you can find your way back," Ayna spoke, her tone sharp.

"You assume wrong. Please wait for me, after all you are the host," he playfully winked.

Ayna gulped down the curses that she was ready to throw at him. He was at her sister's wedding. Just for her sake she would keep silent. Nodding her head slowly, deep in contemplation, Ayna crossed her hands on her chest. The fitted blouse rasing slightly and giving a peak at her soft navel. Zaeem felt blood rush to his face, his ears buzzing as he locked the door. Throwing splashes of cold water on his face to calm himself down. A thin door was all that separated him from his heart. It was now or never.

Taking a deep breath, waiting for his heart to still a bit he unlocked the door. Opening it wide enough to catch the look of annoyance on Ayna's face.

"Excuse me," he broke the awkward silence.

"Ab kia masla hai ap ko?" [What is your problem now?] She groaned.

"I—uh can't turn the tap off," he scratched the back of his neck.

Rolling her eyes, Ayna stepped inside the pristine bathroom. Turning the gold knobs around, before she could exit, Zaeem swiftly locked the door and pushed her against it. His hands going on either side of, trapping her between himself and the door. Sweating, she pushed her hands against his chest. Huffing she used all force in her body, however it was no match for his brute strength. Gripping her hands, he locked them above her head, leaning in. The two were eye to eye as he lowered himself. Their eyes full of passionate gazes, one with love and the other with hate. Electricity coursed between the two. Their skins heating as they maintained contact. Ayna's nails digging into his wrist.

"Janum why must you struggle so much?" [Sweetheart] Zaeem whispered.

His minty breath touched her eyelids. Forcing them to close and her heart to flutter upon hearing that name once again. His heavy baritone voice took her to the days of naivety. One of his hands lowered, the thumb tracing her face her flinching not going unnoticed. It caused Zaeem pain to see she no longer trusted him. But this was what he was here for. To win it back.

"Let me go Zaeem! I won't let you make a joke out of me once more!" Ayna whisper shouted.

She arched her body, trying to escape him. Her breast colliding with his chest. A hand wrapping around her waist and lifting her to the marble counter. Zaeem sneakily kissed her forehead, gazing into her starry eyes.

"Janum hear me out, please," he spoke with softness.

Staring at his forlorn self, Ayna took a deep breath.

"No! I don't deserve to waste my time on you!" She thrashed around.

"It wasn't me! I promise!" He begged.

"You lie!" Ayna was repulsed by his touch.

"My words are as true as the love I hold for you Ayna. Just once listen to me," Zaeem sunk to his knees, tears in his eyes as he begged for her mercy.

Ayna felt tears fill her own eyes as she nodded her head. Giving him one last chance to continue his story. To prove his innocence. She held on to a hope that maybe, just maybe her Zaeem had not wronged her.

"You know that bastard Waheed right? It was his men that night. I was rushing towards you, a ring in my pocket. Excited to propose and marry you in the way that you deserved. However, his men had been tracking my every move. They followed me, every night. Until they were sure I had your trust. A metal pipe. They hit me on the back of my head with one Ayna. And—and there is a scar to prove it," Zaeem shook as he retold the events.

Taking Ayna's hand in his ever so softly, running it across his hair. She could feel a jagged scar, it made her nauseous. To think that perhaps they had fallen victims to an act sponsored by hate.

"They threw me into a shallow ditch. My head was bleeding profusely and my vision was dimming. I tried, I tried to run to you Ayna. And when I finally found you—they had already ripped your clothes off. It was a faint me against five men. I tried to fight them off, I did. Your screams were like melted iron being poured on me. One of them managed to succeed but I promise you no one completely entered you. I threw myself on you once the police signals sounded. My face was the last that you saw before fainting". He explained.

Tears dripping from both of their faces as they relived the night of terror once more. Ayna's hands found their way to Zaeem's, tightening her hold around it before she spoke softly.

"Why—why did it take you so long to find me?" She whispered against his chest.

"After that, I woke up with amnesia. I had no recollection of that night, infact I lost memories worth one whole year. The hit to my head had caused lack of oxygen supply to my brain and I had lost a lot of blood. I did not regain my memory until a few months ago. And since then Ayna I have searched for you," he replied.

His hands cupping her face, wiping her tears gently with the pads of his thumb.

"Oh Zaeem!" Ayna hugged him tight.

His hands holding her against his chest. The two cried silently into the arms of each other. The walls of hatred that had been built wrong, collapsed and love flowed between the two like an untapped river. Clutching her tighter, until their bodies were moulded into one. Zaeem could feel himself finally breathe freely.

"Ayna". He whispered.

She hummed in reply, staring at him. Looking at his face for any signs of discomfort or annoyance. Her mascara spilled onto his white shirt.

"Marry me right now," he continued.

She sharply inhaled a breath, staring at him. Slowly nodding her head. This time around, she was not letting anyone come in between them.

"Chalein. Maulvi sahab bhi hai, aur meray ghar walay bhi. Now is the time!" [Let's go. The officiant is here and so is my family.] She eagerly nodded her head.

Grinning, Zaeem helped her fix her look. Wrapping his hand around her waist, he led her to the alter. Finally having her where he had wanted her all those years ago. At his side as his wife.

———

Laila grinned at her elder sister. Beyond ecstatic for her. If there was anyone who deserved a happily ever after, it was Ayna. She hugged her tight before everyone left for the night. Promising to return early tomorrow morning before Azmaray and Laila returned to Swat. His grandfather had called him back—sounding extremely mad on the phone. Yet it seemed Azmaray could care less. He was relaxed as ever. His hand was around her waist, wrapped loosely. Gaze stuck on the side of her face. She wanted to bring Rani out but then again now they were one. She did not need to hide her vulnerabilities from him. She just hoped it would be easy to follow.

"Now don't forget me Ayna baji. And Zaeem bhai treat her good or I knew a few people," [sister.] [Brother.] Laila threatened.

"I'd rather kill myself than to hurt her," Zaeem grinned.

Laila nodded, kissing her mother on the cheek before waving them off. Standing on the threshold of her husband's farmhouse until the cars had all rolled out of the driveway. She wrapped her arms around herself, as Rani she had stayed away from family a lot of times. But Laila? She was not used to such happenings. Azmaray stood behind her, pulling her against his front. Dropping open mouthed kisses against her visible skin. Her skin burning as he made contact with her skin. Goosebumps lacing her skin. A moan forming on the edge of her tounge.

"Az—Azm—aray," Laila moaned out, her voice breaking.

"I assume you'd wish to continue this somewhere else?" Azmaray sunk his teeth into shell of her ear.

"Ye-yes," she nodded.

Grinning, he stepped behind. His eyes twinkling with joy as he held her hand. Guiding her towards their bedroom, he showed her to the bathroom. Helping her out of her clothes and jewellery he waited in the bedroom, on the insistence of Laila ofcourse.

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Laila took a rushed shower and dressed into the sheer black nightie Ayna had selected for her. The detailed lace was tied with two strings, one around her neck and the other her waist. The silky material of the bra and panties felt like relief against her burning skin. She left her hair wet, taking a deep breath as she stepped out. Laila had no idea why she was so shy. She had done this so many times before. Inhaling and exhaling, she exited the bathroom. Closing her eyes and pushing her shoulders back—confidence was her second name.

Brushing her hand against the cool walls, she shuddered. The air conditioning was on full blast and the chilled air it threw out went straight to her core. Desire pumped through her being. A fire pulsating under her skin, her fingers brushing Azmaray's cheek. He turned towards her, taking a deep breath. The sight of her in the sheer dress had his knees bucking and he was sure if he were not seated, he would have fallen onto his knees. His mouth watered, seeing her softly purr—taking a seat on his lap.

Her hands gently opened the buttons of his shirt. Taking it off ever so slowly. The agonising speed had both of them pant with need. Her fingers traced his warm tan skin, sliding over the contours of his well defined abs as she pulled the hem over his head. Laying her soft hands flat against his shoulders, Laila traced each ridge on his skin. The longer her hands touched his sweating chest, the more their cores throbbed with need. Shifting on his legs, Laila brushed her core against his, a moan escaping her lips. Their mouths dried up instantly. Eyes filling with dark, mysterious need.

Azmaray wrapped his hands around her body, throwing her onto the soft mattress gently. He hovered over her body. His lips brushed against hers. Sinking into the softly, their arms wrapped around each other. Pure passion coating their senses as their tounges met in a battle of flames. Laila wrapped her hands around his hair, tugging at them as his face slipped from her lips to her neck. Sucking on her tan skin softly. His hands fiddled with the knot behind her neck, groaning as he struggled. Shifting away from her body, he gripped a small penknife. If he could not untie the knot, he would cut it off.

"Do you trust me?" Azmaray rasped.

Laila stared at him. She may not love the man, but she could trust him. That was the reason why she had married him after all. Nodding her head in agreement with his statement, Laila closed her eyes. Feeling the knife cut away at the knot. The tip gently pressing into her skin. The cold metal seared her skin. And a moan escaped her parched throat. Her body arching into Azmaray's with need.

"Do you like that?" He enquired.

Laila nodded. The feeling had felt fleeting. A sort of freedom. An adrenaline rush that had her endorphins going crazy. She repeatedly nodded her head. Feeling him run the dull side of the knife against her arm, sliding the straps off, leaving her bare. He tore the bra off and dragged the knife's dull side through the valley of her breast. Feeling his crotch harden as she moaned lightly. Her nipples pebbled and areola ached to be touched.

Removing the knife away, settling it on the night stand, Azmaray leapt towards her breast. His tounge rolling against the swell. His other hand toying with the nipple of the other one. Diverting equal attention to them until they were red from his touch. His teeth scraped down to her panties. Two thumbs hooking under them and pulling them off. His fingers sliding between his folds. He toyed with her clit before sliding a fingers inside her slick folds. Her submission to him was a total one eighty of Rani's dominance.

Laila arched her body and pushed her hips into his hands. She was completely putty im his hands and needed more of him. Her body ached as the familiar feeling built up inside of her. The constant tapping motions and his fingers pumping inside of her were bringing her to the edge but she needed more to fall off. Feeling her muscles tighten, he replaced his hands with his mouth. His tounge curling inside of her, a grunt escaped his mouth and touched her folds. He traced her clit and slid up and down. Laila felt the knot explode. Her hormones going frantic as she breathed heavily.

Azmaray got rid of his trousers, rubbing his length against her slick folds. Still sensitive from her previous orgasam, Laila felt each movement with twice as intensity. Her legs pushing apart to accommodate Azmaray. Wrapping her legs around her waist, she pushed him closer. Wanting to feel him inside of her.

"Are you sure you don't want me to wear protection Laila?" He brushed her hair from her sweaty face aside.

"Y—Yes. I'm on the pill Azmaray," Laila groaned.

Nodding, he pushed himself inside of her gently. Stilling to let her adjust before he continued. The two moaning against each others skin. Tracing their souls into the tissues of each other. Azmaray pressed his head against hers. Closing his eyes as he felt her breaths get harsher. Her walls clenching and unclenching. Azmaray slid his finger onto her clitoris, toying with it in between her fingers. Just like that, Laila exploded once more and Azmaray felt his own orgasam rush through him. Their toes curled with pleasure, each ounce of them writhing. In another realm of oneness.

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Azmaray carried Laila into the shower. Cleaning the both of them before he wrapped her into a silk bathrobe. Sliding her under the thick sheets. Wrapping an arm around her, he kissed her hair. Smiling against her skin softly.

"Laila mein sirf tumhara hun. Sirf tumhara". [Laila I am only yours. Only yours.] He vowed.

Wedding night fit for you guys lol

HOW WAS IT?

EVERYONE IS MARRIED

BUT IT'S ONLY THE BEGINNING MWHAHA

ARE YOU GUYS EXCITED?

A LOT IS COMING YOUR WAY

BOY AZMARAY IS SMITTEN

AYNA AND ZAEEM>>>>>

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