Imraan's POV,

"Qubool hai."

Breath in....breath out....

I needed to stay calm but I couldn't. Meher and I were finally married and I saw those tears of joy in my Abbu's eyes as he hugged me. Even Meher's father and brother were in tears.

I still couldn't believe it. Meher and I were one and ...there was no need for us to be apart anymore.

After being congratulated and being subtly threatened my Mazhar bhai to never make his sister cry and what not, we were finally allowed to meet before the reception.

As the door behind me closed, my hoor stood there in front of me blinding me with her unmatched beauty.

"Assalamualaikum." She said in her sweet voice as her eyes moistened with unshed tears.

I gulped the lump in my throat too as my heart was soo heavy with this unexplainable joy. It was all worth it....each and everything.

"Walaikum assalam Mrs Meher Imraan Malik."

She broke down crying and I leaped towards her pulling my bride in my arms.

"I still.... cannot believe it. Imraan, please say that again. Call me your....w... wife..."

I looked down at her smiling as my own eyes blurred with tears and gently lifted her chin, placed a kiss over her forehead. How I wanted to do this for soo long!
"Mrs Meher Imraan Malik....my sweet and beautiful wife."

Her face split into an adorable grin as she hid her face on my chest making me chuckle.

"I love you Imraan.... sorry, I mean ...my husband." She giggled again.

"I love you too.... jaan."

She was giggling like a school girl as I called her that, turning red like an apple that I was tempted to bite into.

Oh Allah!

My desires were all over the place. This was about to be one hard evening.

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We were made to sit on the sofa on stage as they were soo many guests below clicking pictures and coming up to meet us. I'm well aware of how Meher doesn't do good with crowds so I held onto her hand all along between us but she was blushing soo cutely that I was about to lose my mind.

Her skin is soo soft....and her lips look soo plump because of that lipstick. I wonder how it tastes like? Her tongue looks soo smooth....how will it feel on mine ....

What the......what am I even thinking?!

Breathe in.....breathe out....

"Pi!!!"

Everyone laughed as Arham yelled running on stage with his small legs wearing that small sherwani and climbed over Meher's lap. The smile she gets on her face when that child's around her and when she holds him, the adoration and love in her eyes for him warms my heart. It makes me wonder, what an amazing mother she'll be of our kids.

One of the guest that walked up was Zoya. She had a nervous smile on her face as she stretched her hand to congratulate me and then Meher but instead, Meher pulled her into a hug. I'm always in awe of how forgiving my wife is. She even forgave Azlaan after all.

"Congratulations. I'm soo happy for you too."

"Thankyou and congratulations to you too Zoya. You got engaged too."

She smiled.
"Thankyou. Suhail and I are planning on getting married next year too."

"That's great! I can't wait to attend your wedding." Meher said hugging her again.

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The photographer came to take pictures of us as a couple but Arham held onto Meher tightly no matter who came to pull him back.

"Imraan, looks like you've got yourself a one plus one deal." Mazhar bhai joked.

"Arham really can't stay away from Meher." Bhabhi warned giggling.

So, we took a lot of pictures with the baby boy until finally he got tired of all the lighting and retired to his mommy.

Finally the long and tedious rituals and formalities were over, we even had dinner and we could finally be all alone. But as if it would be soo easy. 5-6 of Meher's friends including Zoya and Sana bhabhi cornered me outside the bedroom.

20 thousand rupees is not a small amount but I gave it to them happily as I couldn't wait anymore to be with my wife alone now.

I let out a huge breath, locking the door as I finally stepped inside.

Now my heart was racing erratically and heck ...no amount of breathing in and breathing out was working either.

This was it!

I walked towards Meher who was sitting at the edge of the bed waiting for me. Her face covered with her ghughat.

"Jaan.... did I make you wait for too long?"

She shook her head silently.

I smiled and got on my knee in front of her to lift her ghughat but she stopped me.

"Huh?"

She stretched both her hands in front of me.
"Uh....oh right! You want me to look for my name?"

She nodded.

"Ok..."

The design was soo complicated and I was losing patience too.

"Meher.... I can't find it. Just let me see y....ow!" She kicked me!

"Fine!" I groaned and continued my search.
"Atleast give me a hint."

So she took her left hand back. So the name's on her right hand huh.

"Found it!"

That was a relief! It was right above her wrist at the corner but slanted. I kissed over it and lifted the ghughat off her face revealing her angelic face. However, my angel didn't look that happy.

"Um.... Meher.... Did I do something wrong?"

Her frown was growing.
"No."

"Is something wrong?"

"No. Everything's fine!" She snapped and clearly everything was not fine.

"Jaan..."

She glared at me making me flinch.

I sighed and sat beside her to hold her but she shifted away from me and even faced away.

"What did I do to upset my beautiful bride?"

"Oh, so you are aware that I'm your bride!" She was mocking me.

Whatever it was.... I had messed up big time. Better be careful.

"How can I not be jaan? You look so beautiful today and we've finally become one with the Holy Nikah. Something we've been waiting for more than 5 years."

"Exactly! 5 years, I've been waiting to wear this exquisite lehenga choli and my dear husband couldn't even invest his 5 seconds to complement it while everyone else wouldn't get tired of complimenting my lehenga!" She huffed crossing her arms.

Ah! So, that's it!
Wait, she wanted to marry me just to wear that lehenga?!
But how could I even concentrate on it while all my brain was fantasizing about getting the reward inside it!

I shook my head.

"Sorry Jaan. Let me say it now, your dress looks ama...."

"LEHENGA!"

"Sorry....your LEHENGA looks amazing and you look beyond beautiful my dear wife."

"And .... how's the design?"

"Um....very intricate and....uh ....um.... Royal. Yeah!"

I hope that works.

She finally turned to me and smiled.
"It is, right? I fell in love with this lehenga the moment I saw it and then...."

She went on and on about it while I just watched her smiling. She's just soo innocent sometimes....but sometimes she could even get scary. I was about to have a really interesting life ahead of me with Meher.

I was unknowingly moving closer to her feeling her breath fan over my lips until she stopped talking.

"Um... Imraan?"

"Hmm..." I looked into her wide eyes and again my eyes dipped over her parted plump lips. With my thumb I traced her soft lip and it made me shiver a bit. It was just soo soft, more than I imagined. Her eyes closed and her breath became unsteady exciting me even more.

"May I?"

"Yes...."

I touched her lips with mine and the feeling was....out of this world. The softness that I'd been craving to taste....it was extraordinary.

Our eyes met again and....
"Wait." I stood up.

She watched me confused.

"Meher.... your brother won't pop up from somewhere like always right?" I questioned anxiously looking around.

She was giggling.
"He doesn't have a reason to anymore. Don't be paranoid Imraan."

"Nah, I don't believe that. He's like a ghost sometimes."

She was giggling uncontrollably now.
"Imraan.... relax. We're married now. No one can disturb us."

"Sure?"

She gave me too thumbs up getting on her feet.
"Now help me remove my jewelry and free my hair too."

"Ok."

After helping her unpin her ghughat, spending more than half an hour to just free her hair from all those pins and flowers and take off her awfully heavy and long ghaghara, I leaned forward to help her with her necklaces after she removed her earrings.
A gasp escaped her lips at our closeness and I too gulped as my fingers brushed at the sides of her neck and her collarbone.

It's soo smooth.

She hastily turned around and placed all the jewelry on the side table.

"Um...my blouse....can you uh.... help with the knots?"
She said soo meekly but I heard her being soo close to her.

My hands were sweaty and heart was pounding as I gathered all her hair in one hand and moved it to a side and she pulled it forward revealing the knots on her almost bare back.

My breathing was uneven and a slight gasp escaped both our mouths everytime my fingertips touched her skin. My eyes widened as all her knots came undone at just one pull and I could clearly see her bare back and the strap of her bra.

"Th... thankyou. I'll handle it now."

But before she could run away I wrapped my arms around her pulling her to my chest.

"Imraan!"

Her smell was intoxicating as I nuzzled her neck and she shuddered in my arms making me smile.

Meher's POV,
I could feel him smiling on my skin and I was getting thousands of butterflies. His arms around my exposed waist and my back was open too. Oh my! My heart was about to explode. The sexual tension was nerve-racking.

"Meher...." He whispered.

"Yes..." I breathed.

"Can I....take off your blouse too?"

I gasped.
"Huh? Umm..." It's soo sudden!

"I've waited too long.... I can't wait any longer, please. I want you Meher. If.... it's ok with you. I don't want to force you. Are you ready to accept me my Jaan?"

I gulped.
How could I ever say no?! I was waiting for him all this time too.

I nodded.
"Yes... I do....b...but...le..let me take a shower first. I'm sweaty."

He groaned making me shudder.
"That's even more sexy."

Oh my poor heart!

He slipped off my blouse from my shoulders revealing my skin as my back was still placed over his chest. Being brave, I turned towards him and his eyes widened as his eyes adored me.

"I don't have a perfect body though." I smiled nervously and he shook his head.

"No Meher...." He looked up into my eyes soo lovingly that I just melted under his gaze.
"You're perfect for me."

He cupped my face between both his hand as I gazed at him with all my heart. The love reflecting in his eyes for me was making me weak and I just wanted to be in his arms.

Our lips met into a slow deep kiss unnerving me. Our tongues touching softly.

We stood still for a while admiring eachother's perfection as our love for eachother covered our eyes from seeing any imperfections on eachother.

I placed my hand over his chest moving it down as I felt his torso and his muscles flexed under my touch making me smile. The effect I had on him made me feel proud of myself.

"You're soo handsome." I breathed placing a kiss over his chest.

He smirked.
"Handsome huh? Didn't you say that Doctor of yours was more handsome than me that you were soo eager to marry leaving me behind?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

I bit my tongue.
"Oh...uh.... I was just kidding." I giggled nervous but his heated gaze and the mischievous smile on his lips made me step back.

"Kidding huh.... I'll show you how you can laugh if you're just kidding!"

I squealed as he tried to grab me and ran away from him as he was chasing me. We were literally running around the room half naked, jumping over the bed and making an awful amount of noise on our wedding night. Uff! It was going to be a ruckus trying to explain our families the next morning. However, we didn't care. We were just too lost in our own fun.

Laughing and giggling, running like kids until finally he succeeded in capturing me between his arms and threw us both on the bed as I couldn't control my giggling. On top of that, he was tickling me mercilessly, on my waist, my breast, over my neck any back as I turned away to try to escape.

When he finally stopped and we were both breathless, I turned towards him being trapped below him and our bodies brushed tightly together. I gazed into his eyes lovingly holding his handsome face between my hands.

Our hot breaths mixing together.

"Imraan....my dear husband. You're the most handsome man in the world for me."

He chuckled and rubbed our noses.
"My Meher is the most beautiful and precious woman to me too....my darling wife."
His eyes turned moist
"Your smile is beautiful Meher."

"And you'll get to see it more often now that I'm yours." I assured him.

"And I was always yours and always will be."

And our lips met into a searing kiss after which we never stopped, becoming one that night.

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Azlaan's POV,
I smiled looking at my phone as I walked in the campus of the University of London.
I was checking Mazhar bhai's instagram where he had posted pictures of Meher and Imraan's wedding. They looked soo happy together. This was the happiness she deserved which, sadly, I couldn't give her.
Although, I wish for them all the happiness in this world and in the hereafter. But, no matter how much I try, I just cannot let go of these feelings of mine.

We are divorced and she's happily married now. I need to make my peace with it and learn to move on but this adamant heart of mine.....

"Good morning professor Khan!"

"Goodmorning Jake, Fiona." I greeted back my students exiting the campus. There wasn't much work so I left early today. I didn't bring my car either wanting to get a walk and clear my head.

I wanted to congratulate the couple but I'm afraid I won't be able to do that without breaking down or at the very least, shed some tears as soon as I see or hear Meher.

Right at the corner of the street before mine, there's this new bakery started by a young girl. She's a Pakistani. Must be around Meher's age or maybe a year or two older.

Damnit! Again Meher?! She's married now, Azlaan. Give up already!
My conscience scolded me again and I sighed.

The breads are not that bad and with a touch of a desi taste. Something like a fusion between French baking and Indian/Pakistani flavours. She was struggling at the beginning but once my Mom had a taste of the bread, she legit became a fan and told all her friends. She even asked me to tell my students and other colleagues. So now her business is blooming quite well.

I walked in there to buy Mom's favourite croissant.

"Assalamualaikum... Goodmorning." She smiled brightly at me and I smiled retuning her greeting for courtesy.

"Would you like to try our new bread sir? It's the Japanese Melon bread." She pointed towards the neatly packed round breads with checks pattern on them.

"It has a biscuit crust on top of bread, filled with sweet melon filling."
She was looking at me hopefully with those big doe grey eyes of her's and I couldn't possibly say no.

"Sure. Just one ...and 3 of these croissants." I said observing through the glass.

"Right away!"

"That would be 10 euros."

As she handed me the packet, suddenly the door of the shop busted open startling us all. There were 4-5 guys and no doubt, they looked like local thugs.

"Get atta here! Come on move! Move!"

The barged in like they were some Kings and began throwing and turning everything upside down while scaring and pushing away the customers and stuffing their mouths with free bread. Scared for their lives, everyone ran with their tails between their legs. A smart move actually, but I was the only idiot who stood his ground.

Worst mistake I ever made!

"Hey hey! What are you doing?! This is my shop. You cannot do that! And you need to pay for what you eat. Wallahi! These dirty thugs! Get out or I'll call the police!" The young girl stepped forward being brave and despite myself, I just couldn't stand back and watch, nor could I run away leaving her alone. My conscience wouldn't allow me.

"Oy! Check this out. Little nitty here gettin brave eh?" One of them smirked viciously.

"We ain't want ya doin business no here. Go back to yo country, you terrorist sket."
The other guy walked walked towards her but I stood in between them trying to be as calm as possible.

"Stop there please. Let's not cause any trouble. She's just doing a small business here, we can talk this out gentleman." I tried to explain raising both my hands in front of them to calm them but none of them seemed sober to me.

Fuck! What did I get myself into!

He stepped forward uncomfortably close to my face trying to intimidate me but....it wasn't that intimidating but I sure wanted to avoid an ugly fight. Afterall, 5 against 1 definitely won't end well.

"Why? What you gonna do pretty boy?"

Pretty....now this was making me mad.

But my temper reached it's peak when the other guy grabbed her hijab and she screamed when he tried to pull it off. My body moved on it's own as I pushed that bastard pulling the girl safely behind me.
"Hands off her!" I grunted.

"Eh man! Get outta here if you wanna stay alive. Who are you, her boyfriend?! Daring to put his hands on me eh? Looks like he needs a good beating."

These scums!

"Oye you dirty thugs! Better run away right now!" She began peeping from behind me as she grabbed on to my sleeve. What an idiot provoking them! But what she said next really made me wanting to throw her in front of those men and let her die. That fool!

"This brother of mine is very strong and knows he how to fight like jackie chan. Hoo haa! He'll show you."

What the fuck!

"Huh? When did I say that?" I yelled

"Areeee! What is that big body of yours for? Go fight!" She pushed me.

"WHAT?!!!"

One of then tried to push me but I dodged it luckily but my luck was running out as the other guy managed to land a punch in my guts.

Shit! That hurt like hell making me bend down but before he could hit me again, I managed to grab his wrist and landed a strong punch on his jaw.

The guys got wild now and I had no choice but to fight back so I gave it my all throwing punches and kicks while the girl hid behind the counter enjoying the show and fucking suggesting me like....

Punch him here, kick him there....grab his hair....bla bla bla confusing me even more.

However, taking on 5 tough bulls all on my own was humanly impossible. They were like animals and I was getting worn out but I didn't fail breaking atleast two jaws and brusing their bones.
They were returning the favour quite well as two guys grabbed me and one of them came to hit me but I jumped kicking him. However, another guy kicked me making me dizzy and one after the another, my body spasmed with all those punches on my guts and face and I could taste blood in my mouth. The pain numbing my body.

My eyelids were heavy and black covers blinding my vision at times until, I saw the police barge in, making my lips twitch in a smile and distance voices falling dull to my ears as my body fell lifelessly on the hard floor.

"Sir....are you ok...sir...."

Everything went blank.

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My eyes flickered open and I felt like a huge weight was pushing me down. When I tried to move, my whole body was in pain.

"Oh Shukar Allah! You're awake mister!"

I looked at my side and that bakery girl was gaping at me with her big doe eyes while clapping.

"Where am I?"

"Hospital. I brought you here."

Observing around, I could see we were surrounded by curtain and a high white celling. The smell of medicines burning my nostrils.

I winced as I tried to get up.

"No no, lie down! The doctor said you need to rest as you're in a pretty bad shape."

I closed my eyes momentarily, laying back down.

"What happened to those thugs?" I questioned.

"The police took care of them and they also assured me they'll never trouble me again. All thanks to you Mr Khan." She was beaming.

"You know my name?"

She nodded.
"Hm... you mother is a regular customer. Thankyou soo much for staying behind and protecting me and my shop. I was soo scared but you were really brave....like a Hero!"

I rolled my eyes.
"I got beaten up thanks to you."

"But it's a sign of being a man!" She said enthusiastically, raising a fist in her own daze.

I grimaced at the pain.

"BTW.....you haven't paid for the bread you bought."

If my jaw wasn't aching, it would've been hanging open at her words.

"Seriously! Girl! I literally saved you and your shop from thugs getting beaten up and you're still asking me money for your bread?! Shouldn't you be grateful and bake me breads for free all my life. Wallahi! Are you mad?!

"Don't call me girl! I have a beautiful name giving by my parents. It's Noor Ibrahim. And listen Mr.... Business is business. I appreciate you helping me, but I paid your medical fees, so we are even. But I cannot compromise with my business. The bread would be 10 euros. Pay up."

I'm dealing with a crazy bitch!

"Huh! Fine! Take it and make sure to never cross path with me again." I warned her.

She scoffed.
"Sure, losing just one stingy customer is no big deal."

"Wha ...stingy?! I'm stingy?" I couldn't believe this ungrateful human being.

And she just stuck out her tongue at me?!

"What the....how childish!"

"How cocky!"

"Huh!" I scoffed

"Huh! Back!" She snapped at me.

This crazy.... psychopath! I hope I never see this chick ever again!

I promised myself.

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Somehow I feel they'd be crossing paths a lot more times than they expected 😉

The End

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Assalamualaikum Everyone!!!
How are you all??

So this was the end of
Shh... He's my Husband

How was the story?!

Actually, I had planned this story 2 years ago but I wrote it now and I was soo happy with the response.

I felt like Meher was soo relatable in this story with all the anxiety, depression and trust issues she held in.
Many people nowadays go through all this and it's really serious no matter how much we try to ignore it. It has become a norm nowadays. We people ignoring our mental health because we are afraid that if we try to open up about it to someone, we might come out as mental to them.

Sometimes, we can be our only friends and take out time for ourselves to heal our own selves. Taking a break, doing what we love, listening to our own selves and turning to the Lord above for guidance.

Sucidial thoughts may haunt you many times but it's not an option.
Beating ourselves up won't make anyone happy either.
We need to remind ourselves that
I am what I am.
Being good and bad is also part of me and I'll keep improving.
There's always light after darkness and having hope for that light is what keeps us going.

Fighting our inner demons is the greatest Jihad.

Afterall, this world is just an illusion. What lies beyond is our final destination.

BTW, would you like to read a couple bonas chapters about Meher and Imraan's married life?
Also, would you like to know about Azlaan's Love story? 😉

Tell me in the comments.

Thanks for reading
Shh... He's My Husband.
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