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    "Gaddi-nasheen ko Nikkah ke baad apni biwi paag bhandti hai" Dadi-jaan looked at Shehnaaz who was checking out her nails while sitting in sofa of draining room but hearing this she lifted her gaze to look at elder lady with question

"Mujhe nahi ati yeh phenana" She eyed plan off-white cloth on table with frown. She knows how to do it because she has seen her mother doing it for her father

"Maham seekha degi tumhe" Dadi-jaan said

"Mein fast leaner nahi hu aur ap logo ko der nahi horahi hogi already 8 toh baj gaye hain" Shehnaaz sighed out resting cheeks against palm of hand

"Yeh hisa hai humari riwayat ka Shehnaaz isme koi farsi nahi jo inkaar kar rahi ho" Dadi-jaan spoke firmly, Shehnaaz looked away and sit straight when other family members also gathered

    She saw her husband who was now dressed in off white shalwar kameez and same colour shawl. His hair gelled back with single strand out, she hates to admit but he has really nice hair that she find herself stopping from touching them. They look so soft, her lips curved in pout as she think about his hair and was elbowed by her elder brother who popped beside her on sofa

"Paani ki tanki tumne off ki thi na?" He asked with small smirk on his lips. She looks at him with her eyes double size and shook her head instantly

"Too late bro bhai ko pata hai mujhe agar phely bataya hota toh bacha leta lekin ab kya kahu" He presses his lips in thin line leaning back in sofa while shaking his head

"Kya matlab?" She asks

"Matlab yeh k-"

"Ayesha tum baith jao Shehnaaz kare ge yeh aj" Dadi-jaan's words gain attention of Shehnaaz and Zainn's both

"Oh" was all girl dressed in white suit said and passed small smile to Shehnaaz

"Maham utho beta seekhao abhi bhabhi ko kese paag phenate hain" Dadi-jaan said waving at young girl dressed in pink suit and before she could stand up from her seat

"Shehnaaz ko ata hai ami" Her father exposed her

    Shehnaaz shut her eyes at her misfortune and cussed her fate before opening them to look at her father who gave her nice smile. Dadi-jaan looked at her with I'm so done with you expressions while Shehnaaz smile nervously as she stands up from her place to get closer her husband

Her light brown eyes met with her his dark ones and the way her heart skipped a beat just because the way he was looking at her, she couldn't help but feel nervous. His darken gaze was set on her as she removed her eyes from him and picked up off-white clothe from table in between her hands

She took slow steps towards him and within seconds she was before him, his musky and strong fragrance surrounded her. She carefully wrapped clothe around his head and did her work, she clears her throat as he was still looking at her with predatory gaze

Her breath hitched when she felt his fingers brushing against her knee. She lower her gaze to look at him only to find staring back at her, her cheeks turned bright red. It's just her or he's constantly shamelessly looking at her

She ignore his actions since they are literally in middle of drawing room where whole family is already sitting and watching them. That also didn't stop sidharth from pushing her kameez aside and trailing his hand further up until it was resting on her thigh, she felt goosebumps on her skin because of random physical contact. She gulped with rosy cheeks trying to focus on her work and ending it quickly. She knows he's doing it on purpose since no one will be able to see him doing this as she standing with her back against them

He rubbed his thumb against her thigh over material and it makes her feel ticklish. She glared at him to stop in return he winked at her. She scoffed in disbelief What a jerk

"Tumhe sharam nahi ayi pani ki tanki band krte hue?" His voice was low just for her to hear as she leaned down little to stuck cloth properly

"Mujhe nahi pata ap kis bare mein baat kar rahe ho" She passed him fake smile as she met eyes with him for few seconds only. He hissed looking at his clever wife with smirk

"Utna krna jitna kal seh saako kyun ke agar mene kuch kiya toh tumhara abla nari wala rona shuru hojaye ga" His hot breath fan across her as he pushed back few strand of hair those were disturbing her. She open her mouth to say something and closed it back

"Hogaya!" She pushed his hand away and step away from him as fast as possible with relief sigh leaving her mouth

"MashaAllah MashaAllah nazar na lage tum dono ko!" Dadi-jaan smiled looking at Sidharth than at Shehnaaz

"Chalo ab saab wese he der hogayi hai" Dadi-jaan said

"Dada-jaan nahi chale ge?" Shehnaaz asked as dadi-jaan made her wear duppata over her head properly and corrected her hair aswell

"Nahi wo zyda ghum nahi sakhte unko mana hai" Dadi-jaan told her and walked away, she can tell it upsets dadi-jaan a lot but she hides it well behind her stern expressions

     She felt presence behind her and turn to look at person, it was non other than her husband with his smug expressions. She looked ahead and rolled her eyes

"Chale begum"

   He leaned down to whisper in her ear from behind. It send sensation through her body and made her feel funny in stomach. She hates how much effect he has on her body

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     "Ap thora dur hokr betho mera jora kharab horaha hai!"

     She kept tinny palms against biceps of her husband to push him away but whom was she kidding man is build different he didn't even budge from his position

"Kitni shikayate hai tumhari. Fucking spoiled brat" He murmured under his breath but loud enough for her to hear

"Mein spoiled brat hu toh ap kya ho! Ayaash ameer-zade!" She scoot away from him

"Zyda nahi bol rahi tum tap lagau muh pe?" He asked sarcastically. She didn't answer him just looked outside window with sullen expressions

   They were now coming back from Mazaar of Pir Jo Goth. Shehnaaz has to admit it was so freaking beautiful. It was built with Sky blue and white colour tile and the throne was also gorgeous. She can tell it costs millions to maintain such a place. She was literally mesmerised by beauty and loved it although she didn't get positive respond from mureeds they obviously don't like her and she doesn't even care its not her goal nor something she desire

     They treated her like outsider which she was in family of Rahseedi. She doesn't know why would they even force her to marry him when they themselves aren't getting positive respond. It was better if he married Ayesha. People seems to like ayesha more than her

"Mujhse achaa ap Ayehsa se shaadi krlete sukoon he sukoon tha phir toh" She spoke. He hummed which made her glance at him and she saw him resting his head against seat with eyes closed

"Wo achi biwi bhi sabaat hoti baat mane wali tameez aur ilhlaq wali" He said agreeing with her with eyes still closed. She rolled her eyes and looked away. If she is saying this it didn't bother her much if he said it, it felt weird

"Krlo." She said

    He open his eyes to look at her who was gazing outside window of car, he bring his hand to get hold of her jaw and turn her face to look at him. She looks at him through her lashes as he bring her face even closer with his gaze flicking between her eyes and pink painted plump lips

"Tum meri ekloti biwi ho aur rahogi smjhi" His voice come out raspy. She looked at him with her doe eyes for first time ever as she wasn't ready for this reaction

    She looks so freaking innocent and submissive that it took everything in him to not kiss his wife especially when his lips were just inches away from hers and his hot breath was fanning across her soft lips. Her heart was throbbing against her chest as his gaze was locked with hers

    His grip loses around her face, sliding his hand down he rested it over her nap. Her breaths got heavier because of close proximity. They were literally breathing same air

   His fingers skim down her neck and pushed her dupatta out of way slowly as he dive down his head into her neck to inhale softly against her neck and got lost in her fragrance. Her breath hitched when his nose touched skin of her neck and she gripped fabric of her cloth tightly into her fingers. She's finds it hard to stop him

    She gasped when he wrapped arm around her slim waist and pulled her closer him. Her chest pressed against his while she gripped on his shoulder. He trail down hand from her waist to her hips until they reach her mid thigh. He knew exactly what he was doing

    He lifted his head up from her neck and pushed back hair those were falling in her face to have better look at her flustered state

"D-dur hathen!" She pushed him away with awkwardness and scoot away from him

"Jitna jaldi accept karogi apni surrounding ko utna easy hoga" He tried to touch her cheek in teasing manner with smirk she slapped his hand away

"Mujhse dur raha karo ap!" She pushed him away with all force using her both hands. He smirked as his eyes fell on her neckline that was quite deep and it now hidden beneath her duppata

"Really can't wait too see what's underneath these clothes" His playful and shameless words froze her at place and she lifted her eyes to look at him with tinted cheeks

"How dare you-" She lifted her hand to slap him but he caught her wrist before she could do that

"Zyda inteezar maat karwana meri jaan I'm impatient man" He kissed her hand and chuckled as she quickly got her wrist out of his grip and hit his biceps before turning to face other way