She groaned when he brushed his fingers on her nape and her lips parted in pleasure. Taking this opportunity, Haider made a way inside of her mouth. Ishmal's eyes shot open and she inhaled a sharp breath.

Haider moved away from her and gave her a confused look. "Are you okay?"

Ishmal's cheeks reddened due to embarrassment. His sensual touch and kiss were already so mind-blowing that when he tried to claim her mouth, it felt almost crazily overwhelming that she she withheld her lips instinctively.

They had already kissed each other so much over this small time period that Haider knew what made her pleased and what made her uncomfortable. Her breathing which even though a bit speedy, always remained even. But now as she blew in, he understood there must be something which she didn't like.

"I am fine," she mumbled. "I just became a bit surprised. You..you can continue." 

Haider placed his hand over the side of her cheek and caressed it. "Ishmal, if you don't like something, you can always voice it out in front of me. If that kiss made you uncomfortable then we won't do that now. Or maybe never if you seriously dislike it. But for me to understand you, you need to tell me that what makes you happy and what bothers you."

Her eyes filled with guilt. Was this the same guy who in the past never cared for her opinion and only did what he wanted? And now he was so different and cared for such minor things as well. She suddenly felt bad for acting up like this.

"I am not uncomfortable. I, in fact, liked it in the past and even presently. But it's a bit too much for me right now," she said, fidgeting with her fingers.

Haider smiled. "Understandable. I won't press your boundaries ever, Ishmal."

Ishmal shook her head. "You are my husband, Haider. It's your right. I...I will try not to overreact now."

Haider stroked her jaw. "That doesn't give me any such right, Ishmal. Those moments should be wonderful and pleasant for both of us."

She suddenly felt the burning of tears in her eyes but she controlled them. He would be so considerate of her, she never thought.

"But we can still kiss as we do," she uttered, shyly.

Haider wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh yes, we can." 

A few instants later, his lips again found hers. However this time it was exactly what she liked. Their lips molded perfectly as he kissed her unhurriedly and softly. Ishmal closed her eyes and clenched the front of his shirt.

In her heart, she prayed for their happiness and love to last forever. Very soon she would make him happy by getting rid of every hesitation she still couldn't rub off herself.

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"Apart from the school, are you working at some other place as well?" As Haider pulled off his car near her school, he asked her.

Ishmal nodded. "I do."

She then narrated to him everything that got her to work under Rise and Shine.

"His CEO, Izmir Raza is my cousin, Ishmal," he informed her.

Her eyes widened. "What?"

Haider just shrugged his shoulders.

Ishmal licked her lips in apprehension. "So don't you want me to work there as he is your cousin?"

"Why would I want that, Ishmal? There's absolutely no link between your job under him and him being my cousin," Haider asserted.

"I am your wife. Our marriage is hidden now. I thought maybe..."

Haider turned towards her and leaned forward. Ishmal's words died on her tongue. Whenever she tried to show some of his older streaks, instead of making her anxious, it caused her to want him more.

"I don't give a he...head about this thing." It was evident, he wanted to use another word but replaced it by a much decent one for her sake. "Very soon, I will tell the whole world that you are my wife. And then everyone can go to hell from my side. No one can dare to insult my wife."

Ishmal sighed. "I didn't mean that. Of course, I did but my former question meant the fact that you were against the idea of your women working. And as I am doing a job at your cousin's office so I thought you might not like it."

Haider grabbed her hand. "I still stand by my words from the past. When I am fully capable of earning, I don't want my wife to do that. The job of your school is another thing. You were on your own because of me but certainly, Ishmal, if it's only to make a living, I will object to you to continue it when I will take you to my home. Regarding this job, then art is your passion. This makes you happy. I have no problem. You should do what makes you happy."

Ishmal nodded with a smile. "I'll leave now."

Haider pecked her hand. "See you next time. Take care of yourself. Bye."

"You too, Haider. Bye," she murmured and then came out of his heart.

Time almost felt as if it flew with wings whenever she was with him. They couldn't get enough of each other and always left craving for each other more when they had to bid goodbye to each other after their dates.

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Today Haider had again brought her to his house. He wanted to have a personal and undisturbed time with her.  On their outside dates, Ishmal always remained apprehensive in public places. She even held hands with him with difficulty whenever people were around.

After a cozy lunch together, Haider took her to this bedroom. She recalled he had made her occupy another guest room the time they got nikkahified. Haider's room was big and beautiful. Ishmal felt like it was the size of her own house perhaps. The roofs were painted light grey paint and the ceiling was granite white. The furniture was also a combination of of grey and white. A threshold led to a spot where a piano was placed and a few steps away from it, the swimming pool was seen.

The pool with its blue water was giving a mesmerizing reflection on the inside of the room. Ishmal's eyes widened in amazement. Everything was giving a royalty vibe. It felt like she came in a very private territory of Haider. A place where he never let anyone enter but he himself brought her here.

"I got this room prepared for me when I got this house. Though I seldom come here so I haven't used it this much. Maybe two or three times. Or less than that even," Haider chuckled in the end as he confided this to her.

"Your room is very beautiful," she said, roaming her gaze around as she appreciated it once more. Even the cleanliness was so apt that it didn't feel like none used this room. The maids here were very diligent indeed.

Ishmal walked ahead and stood near the piano. "Do you have an interest in playing it?"

Haider shoved his hands into his pants pocket. "In the past, I did have. When I was in my twenties. But slowly it died down when I got other things to care about. And now it's been years I haven't even touched it."

"So do you still remember all the keys, notes, and the other stuff?" Ishmal implored, curiously.

"I don't know. Maybe it's in the back of my memory and not in my recall. I may get my fingers moving when I will again gru it," he answered.

Ishmal grinned. "Then I'll love to listen to you play it someday."

Haider nodded as he tugged a strand of her hair behind her ear.

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Ishmal was standing near the glassy door which was a perfect view of the swimming pool. Haider just got a call and due to signal issues, he had gone out to receive it. She decided to talk to Haider about their marriage today. So that he could come to her house and talk to her mother. She couldn't delay it anymore for the sake of their dating. Farah was quiet as of now but very soon, she would speak again and then she wouldn't be able to stop her.

There was another thing as well and that was to show Haider her every kind of willingness for him. She really wanted to express her heart's condition to him and the fact that she didn't have any hesitation as regards to him and their marriage.

She heard the silent footsteps of Haider behind her and then he stepped near to her. He put his hand over her shoulders. Ishmal tilted her head slightly to see him.

"It's amazing how the sight of fresh and peaceful water of the pool after waking up will change the mood altogether. And then sleeping with the sound of its waves moving around," Ishmal commented.

"Hmm," he muttered.

Haider pushed her hair away from her neck. The way his cold fingers made contact with her delicate and sensitive skin, made her jump out of her place. It wasn't enough that his hot breath started fanning on her bare nape and then his lips found her earlobe. Ishmal gasped at this.

"Haider," she whimpered.

But he didn't say anything in reply but nibbled her lobe causing her to breathe in. Moving away, he kissed her neck all the way to her shoulder. Removing the border of her dupatta, he slid the collar of her top aside a bit which revealed her soft skin. Haider groaned at the sight and grazed it with his lips before biting, kissing, and caressing her neck. Ishmal felt her legs were almost turned into jelly as they wouldn't have supported her weight if it wasn't for Haider's strong and big hands over her stomach.

"You don't have any idea, how much I crave you, Ishmal. You have wrecked the hell out of me," he whispered sensually in her ear.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back on his shoulder in pleasure as he continued doing delicious things to her throat.

She was feeling crazy right now. A wild and dangerous addiction was showing its effect on both of them now.

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