Samar's P.O.V.

"Wafa," I say grabbing her arm as we came out of the gates of Pakistan Airport, 

"Kya?"  (What?) She said irritated pushing my hand off of her hand as Bhai and Bhabhi walked in front of us, "Haath kyu lagra ho?"  (Why are you holding my hand?)

I rolled my eyes at her and took her hand within mine. and began walking, "Samar!"

"Bauji is coming to pick up the four of us with Baba, so behave," I said ignoring her protest. I was serious about what I said to her last night. I am not going to let her keep me at arms distance anymore, I wanted a chance and a proper chance.  Wafa quieted down immediately as soon as I mentioned Bauji. I know that I felt something for her, but I didn't know exactly what it was, and for me to figure it out, I needed her around me. 

"Woh rahe mera baache!" (There they are!) Bauji exclaimed as we. walked out of the doors, Wafa tried to shake my grip but I tightened it as I waited for Bhai and Bhabhi to be done greeting him. Bauji smiled at us and hugged the two of us.  "Kaise raha trip?" (How was the trip?)

Wafa cleared her throat, "Bohot acha tha Bauji." (It was really good Bauji)

"Ji, bohot maza aaya." (Yeah, we had alot of fun) I added on as I greeted Baba. Bhai smirked at me as he noticed our hands intertwined with one another but if only he knew just how hard it was to keep her there. We all got into the car, and Wafa finally became successful releasing her hand from my grip. 

"No need to squeeze it so hard."  She whispered aggressively to me, "It's red now." I looked down at her hand, and it was true. . her hand did turn red. 

Cheekily smiling at her I lift her hand as if I were inspecting it but instead, I gave it a kiss.  Wafa immediately pulled it back giving me a pointed look and rubbed the spot I had kissed. "Don't." 

I shrugged looking away from her. She looked so cute when she was irritated,  really it was the way she tried to act as if my touch and my presence no longer bothered her, which was clearly not the case. . .not after how we kissed each other last night, damn I could still feel her lips against me,  I could feel her body melt against me.  . .Shaking my head I readjust my pants suddenly as I felt my dick grow harder. 

I know what everyone is thinking right now, it's not just lust that I am feeling at the. moment, I truly have begun to develop feelings for her. I know that I have hurt her a lot,  but the six months that I didn't have her by my side, only I know how lonely and anxious I felt. 

I had no idea Wafa had such a big presence in my life until she left, I am not saying that I love her, no. . .there is still time for that, but I do have feelings. . .I do like her and I am hoping at the moment that I could use this week to my advantage and learn more about her than I ever could in the days, weeks, months, and years I have wasted in my grief and trauma. 

. . .

"Samar Bhai," Meera said excitedly as she ran out of the house and hugged me tightly,  "I missed you so much, I cannot beleive that you and Atif Bhai left me with Faraz."

"Hey!" He protested as he came out of the house as well, "Bhabhi!" He looked over at Wafa who was watching their encounter amused.  "I am not that bad."

Wafa extended her arms and pulled him into a hug, "No, no you are not." Faraz smiled smugly at Meera as we all began to walk inside, I grabbed Wafa's hand again who looked at me irritated. 

"Samar," She snaps, "Haath chodho." (Let go of  my hand)

"Ek minute," (One minute) I say amused by her anger, and pull her upstairs behind me, and shut the door of our bedroom door.  

Wafa quickly takes her hand out of my grip and looks at me angrily, "Kya?" (What?)

"I want a kiss." I wanted, no need another kiss. 

"What?" She asked me, "In your dreams." I grab her hand and pull her towards me, holding her tightly by the waist. "Samar, kya batmeezi kar rahe ho!" (Samar, stop misbehaving with me!) 

"Batmeezi?"  (Misbehaving?) I said tilting my head to the side, "Have you forgotten our deal so quickly? You listen to me for a week." I know this not quite exactly the way I should be having around her, but. . . this longing I had begun to have for her, it was something hard to describe.

"I am not kissing you."  Wafa said firmly, "Ask for something else."

"No, I already asked for what I wanted," I try to reason with her,  "And that is a kiss."  I leaned closer to her as I grabbed the back of her neck with the other so she couldn't move. 

"Samar," She said warningly, "Don't" I smirk at her as I inch closer and closer,  "If your lips touch mine, I will bite them."

"Kinky," I reply winking at her, "But I am not really into rough play," I mean if she was then I am sure I could think of some stuff, but right now my pants were becoming uncomfortable due to her struggling against. 

"Samar," She said trying to pull back but my grip on her neck was  firm "Mein chilaogi"  (I will scream)

"Chilao" (Scream) My eyes darken as they zone onto her lips, "And watch what I do next,"

I wanted a kiss, the craving had started last night, and by the way her breathing had picked up, I knew she wanted it just as badly as I did, but was fighting against that want due to my past actions.  "Samar, I am not joking."

"I am not either,"

"Samar, I am not going to kiss you, and I do not understand this behavior. because soon we are going to get a divorce, and you are going to be alone and I will fianlly be free from you-mhm!" Cutting her off I push my lips against hers, muffling any harsh words that were about to spill out of her mouth.  Wafa hit hard against my chest but it didn't faze me as I angled her face to the side slipping my tongue in her mouth, and began playing with hers. Wafa moaned in my mouth as my grip got tighter on her, and her fight faded. Her hands that were once. pushing against my chest came to wrap around my neck casually as she began to kiss me back.  

My hands left the back of. her neck and leaned down to reach behind her thighs, lifting her up I sat down on the bed behind us, making her sit on my lap. She. was putty in my hands now. . . Wafa pulled back breathing heavily, as I began to lay hot kisses down the length of her neck.  

Her hands fisted my shirt as I bit down gently in the crook of her neck. causing. her to gasp, as I licked the area to soothe it,  "Samar," She whimpered. I pull away to see my masterpiece, a hickey in the crook of her neck. I look at her, amazed by how flushed she had become with a simple kiss. . .my mind went in areas, that seemed so. . .so forbidden. Wafa's eyes fluttered open to meet mine. Her breathing had calmed down as her grip loosened, and panic seeped in just like it had last night. Wafa frantically moved away from me, shaking her head. "Y-You!

"What?"  I smirked leaning back on my palms, "I only did what you and I both wanted."

"Samar!" She exclaimed,  "You  really need to stop kissing me!"

"After the taste of what I just felt, I am not going to stop." I shake my head, 

"You are forcing yourself on me, I can report you!" Wafa said firmly trying to look for ways out of this situation. "You just forced yourself on me!"

I held my hands up as if I was guilty, "It was consensual," I say, "Last night it was,  and just now, I was not holding you in any way that kept you bound to me. Sure in the beginning, but after that, it was you fisting my shirt in your hands Wafa."

She fell silent, "What are you trying to prove Samar?"

"That I still matter," I say firmly, "I know that me still mattering bothers you. Wada, and I know that I have made mistakes, but I want a chance to fix them. This effect that I have on you,  in your life is not something to take so lightly, because-"

"Do I?" Wafa asked interrupting me, "Do I have the same amount of importance in your life that you want to have in mine?"

I stand up causing her to move back cautiously, making me chuckle as I tuck my hands behind my back, showing her I had no intention to manhandle her. "I didnt think so. . .if you asked me this same question about six months ago,  I would say I didn't give a shit about you, but now. . ."

"Now what?"

"Now I say that I do.  . ." I take a step foreward once again this time she doesn't move,  "I do care about you, I always have but all this care and worry, and want have been hidden behind all the misunderstandings,  all the grief I was carrying with me.  I was a walking and talking ticking time bomb, who just needed some. time to work through its problems. .  .I put in the work,  I went to. counseling, I went to trauma therapy. . and each time the practitioner asked me, who I wanted to change for.  . ." I breathed out heavily standing inches away from her, "Unintentionally or intentionally my heart and mind said your name Wafa."

Wafa frantically looked into my eyes as if she was trying to figure out if I was lying or not, but I can tell you right now. . . I am not lying.  .  .

"I know it's hard to trust me, but I will do anything to make you trust me again. . .and that I promise you."

She kept quiet listening to my words intently,  wanting to ease the tension,  I smugly looked down at the hickey I left on her neck a few minutes ago. "You might want to hide that unless you want others to ask you who gave it." 

Wafa looked at me confused, "What?"

 I gently turn her around so she. can see the hickey, "This." I smirk at her through the mirror. 

Her eyes widened to the point where I thought they might fall out of her skull. "Samar!"

"What?"  I say amused, "I couldnt help myself.'

"Samar,"  She quickly let her hair out which easily covered her neck. "You had-"

"Husband,"  I wiggle my left hand infront of her eyes, "I can."

"Yeah?" Wafa said crossing her arms over her chest, "Well, there is a lot more work you have to do to win me over before I consider you my husband, so watch it, Samar." She pushed me back to a safe distance from her and stormed out of the room. 

I chuckle touching my lips gently wanting to savor the feeling of her against mine, "Dont I know that." I whisper to myself.  . .  

You will be mine again Wafa and I will continue to slowly become yours. . .