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     Shehnaaz was unpacking some of her clothes that she has brought to Sidharth's house, he has dragged her here right after eating his dinner, because he can't sleep without his precious medicated bed and she was wondering how does he sleeps on this hard bed! She hates these bed and is compromising just for him. Kya yaad rakhen ge Mir-sahab she said to herself while washing her face. His room has this luxury vibes which you can only get from Buckingham palace

   Based on his taste and habits he's literally half British. That dominant personality, old money, sarcastic personality and his freaking accent. That's expected since he has spend his days there for more than a decade

"Idhar ayo."

    Sidharth gesture her to come closer with his finger while sitting on bed, when she came out of restroom. Book was resting in his lap which he kept aside as she approached with clueless expression. She has brush and ponytail in her hand. She was going to braid her hair it's her habit to do before sleep. Reason he called her

"Baitho yahan." He patted place in front of him. She did as he said "Samne dekho and give me this." He took brush and rubber band from her hands whats her doing? She questions bitting her lip. She turn around as he said. Now her back facing him

   He held her shoulder and pull her closer with suddenness making soft gasp left her lips. She felt his kiss on top of her head, her heart flutters and her lips parted with surprise when he gently brush her hair. Her father use to make her hair even tho he sucked at it and never made proper braids. Always very lose just because he can't bring himself to pull her hair in tight grip. That was his way of showing love and affection

    She looks down and didn't realise when tears spill down her cheeks. Bringing her hand up, she wipes them gently and when she sniffs, Sidharth's grip tighten on her hair and he stoped is she crying? He would love to make her cry only when he's making love to her other than that he wouldn't even like idea of her crying

"If I see you crying Shehnaaz you will regret it." He warned near his ear. He has grown to hate seeing her crying. It makes him feel worst. He never wants her to cry. Never and he would do anything if that means she won't cry

"M-mein nahi rorahi." She says in soft voice, looking down at her hands

"Rona bhi maat bhut buri lagti ho Shehnaaz." He did not! How dare he! Even in situations like this he can't stop being mean to her

    She turned around with small pout and push him. He wide his eyes in disbelief she did not and before she could leave he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Her back pressed against his chest. He pinned her wrist behind making her wince, which she struggles to get them out of his strong hold she's dead for sure, she can feel sudden change in his aura that made her  gulps and stop struggling as he didn't utter a word

"Mir-sahab." She whisper. She's nervous. Her heart was beating really fast that even he can hear

"If you want to cry so bad? Should I make you cry Shehnaaz hmm?" His hot breath fan across her neck as he whisper in husky voice in her ear. He's soo.. she blushed

   Atmosphere was suddenly changed as temperature rose in their bodies. He gently caress her hair before gripping them around his fingers and pulling them to get her closer. She let out small cry. His lips brush against her earlobe why it's so hot in here? "You do remember your crying session from earlier right? What were you saying?" He pretended to think. God this is embarrassing. She blushed hard keeping her mouth shut. She's never messing with him again! He freaking won

"Mir-sahab." She pleads him to stop but he let out dark chuckle right beside her ear which sounded way more sexy. She can't

"Oh haan. It won't fit." He laughed again can she die please "Did it fit baby? It didn't only fit it went deeper inside to places you never know about." She closed her eyes tightly. This is worst than amna's teasing. That feels like better in front of this

    He move her hair aside to place his lips on her neck causing her to take sharp breath. His lips leaves butterflies kisses on her warm skin which works like magic, she whimper griping sheets when they took harsher turned as he grips her waist and bend her slightly. His fingers dig into her flesh. He's going to fuck her third time in same day. He never knew he would snap like this once he have her. Guess it's because of all that sexual frustration that grew in her presence all this time. He has absolutely zero control over his actions anymore. All control has been lost the moment she give herself to him. He still doesn't know if he loves her yet but he knows one day he's gonna fall for her so bad that it would be hard to breath if she's not near she may have fallen first but he will fall harder

    She breathe, lashes fluttering at the sensation from the contact of their bare skin as she lays underneath him

    Her thighs naturally start to tense up when he holds her there, and the pads of his fingers dig roughly into her hip to keep her in place. She hiss against the harsh touch. One palm moving to grope the curve of her hips while hold her tight. her lips part into a circle as he gives himself to her inch by glorious inch, concealing him buried inside her. he moved forward to kiss her jaw, his large hands finding her breasts and he massages them. She couldn't hold in her tears anymore

"Crying already jaan?" He murmurs into her neck as mockingly. Her hand finds the back of his shoulder, a moan leaving her parted lips when she feel him lick up her neck before lightly nipping at her earlobe

    He was moving at such a languid pace that she can't help but clench her thighs around his own. Her fingers curl around his hair, tugging at it gently before and let out cry at at his sharp thrust. He looks smug and proud. He hits her at the right spot that makes her eyes disappear into the back of her head. He maintained full eye contact with her as he casually rambles into her. She bite her bottom lip, her body give in to his demands

   She is in a daze from the way he fucks her but he isn't slowing down his movements and she feel like he might actually split her in two. She pawed against his chest with her nose scrunched up. He held her hand and kissed on them before pinning them over her head "No janam you haven't cried enough. Do it more. Loudly." He demands

    The pleasure is euphoric, sinfully so, and it drains her of all the energy. Her body aches already. His breath fans her collar bone while he tries to catch himself. Her eyes feel heavy when she blink them open "You are gonna think twice before crying now" He says with a sweet kiss on her forehead, what is he really

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   Remind her again. Why did she agree to this. What was she thinking when she agreed her husband's offer of treating her friends to dinner including mustafa. Especially him, she realise it way later but it's too late now. She was currently applying lipstick while thinking about this stupid mistake. She can just hope that he doesn't do anything wrong. She can on my hope now

    He was downstairs with some party people, they were planning his election campaign. Mir gabool's son was also there. He's just 20 and already getting involved in politics world. Guess politics is in his blood. She was really happy that her husband was  going to stand for chief minister position in elections. He wanted that. But there was this thing she also remembers which her father told her that if he announced his candidacy. He's gonna have more enemies than friends. She prays nothing like that happens

   She climb downstairs carefully in heels and made way towards his study. He asked her to come and get him when she's done getting ready, so she knocked on his study. She waited and after few minutes very annoyed Mr gabool's son opened door. Looks like he was forced to since he's youngest one among all elder man and he's not very pleased by this. He looks at woman his age with irritation

"Look at my wife like that again gabool and I'll break your bones phir krna apne daddy se complain." Sidharth grab his coat from chair and wears it while glaring at young man

"Like I'll sit back and let you shah." He scoffed stepping aside with folded arms for Shehnaaz to get inside study

      She steps in and nervously greeted everyone with salam. they replied back. Few mins before non of them knew Mir shah was married so they were pretty surprised. Sidharth gave one last look to junior gabool before grabbing his wife's hand and walked out of his study which was clue for them to leave as well

"Aram se chalen Mir-sahab." She complains. Just because you have long legs it doesn't mean you have to take those long steps! She wants to say this instead but kya yaad rakhen ge

"Tumne heels pheeni he kyun hain ek doe inch se kuch nahi hoga complan piyo janam." HERE SHE WAS TRYING TO BE NICE AND HE JUST..She takes deep breath, relax Shehnaaz. She tell herself with tinted cheeks

"Heels ki baat nahi hai teez ghuma nahi jaraha-"

"Because I fucked you real hard-" Cough cough cough. They both turned around to see gabool standing there with folded arms. There was hint of blush on his cheeks as he heard little bit of their conversation

"Ap dono bahar ka darwaza block kar rahe ho. Step aside." He says awkwardly clearing his throat. Oh god, this is embarrassing as hell. Shehnaaz wants to cry for real