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Hasan returned home and had to wait a long time for his wife to return. He called her but she doesn't revert. Soon, he got worried. Once again, he was about to dial her number when the door opened, and she casually walked in. He noted, there was something different about her look. She was in a pleasant mood.

To keep her mood fresh, he doesn't bring the topic of him getting restless for her.

"Looks like you bagged your job." He got her some water and took the handbag from her. Anaisha sighed, stretching her arms, and then dropped on the sofa.

"I didn't yet, but I will." She replied kicking her heels. As Hasan was about to walk away, she held his arm, - "Thank you."

He smiled at her, gently caressing her hair. Anaisha felt her stress drain away. These small gestures of intimacy were far better than anything she experienced in sexual intimacy.

After dinner, as Anaisha helped Hasan pack up the kitchen her phone rang. She blinked at the screen that flashed, Yuvaan's name.

Hasan threw the garbage bag, fed Mahajabeen, cleaned her litter and shooed her into her cat bed.

Anaisha disconnected the call when he walked in. They passed a smile.

"It was Yuvaan's call."

Hasan paused as she carelessly confessed to him. He turned to her, feeling a bitter taste rise.

"I thought you had cut him off."

"I did, but he is such a Chipko." She sat on the bed, relaxing her legs, and leaned against the bedpost.

Hasan turned away. He wasn't liking this. But then, why? He had no problem with Priyank but why was Yuvaan bothering him so much.

"Why don't you take any action against him?"- He sat next to her but at a distance, - "Why are you entertaining him instead?"- He sounded miffed.

Anaisha loosely braided her hair, - "I can't. He is digging facts about Anahita Devi."

Hasan frowned harder, shifting restlessly, - "Why are you getting involved in this? Didn't I tell you let her be." His voice slightly raised. He was disturbed that she was willingly to be with Yuvaan, even if it was for this.

Anaisha's mouth dropped open, - "What? Hasan, you said not to, I didn't. But then, Aryaman Singhaniya got involved and—"

"And? Let those two do whatever they want. You won't."

For the first time, Hasan was being commanding and Anaisha didn't like to be ordered around. This ignited the rebel in her.

"What do you mean?"- she placed her hands on her hips, - "Who are you to tell me this? I am my own master."

"I am your husband, and I am saying so." Hasan breathed out deeply. Anaisha stilled, staring at him. Why was he being authoritative?

"So, you are husband, not my master."

Hasan stood up with a jolt, - "Okay, then do whatever you want. I don't want to talk to you. If you can't respect my decision—"

"Decision?"- Anaisha jumped up as well, - "This is you ordering me, and who can't decide for me."

"Of course not, how can I decide for the highness, right?" Hasan retorted. Anaisha's mouth opened, it was after so long he was addressing her as "your highness" as a taunt.

"What is wrong with you, dude?"

"No, there is nothing wrong with me. Everything, everything is wrong with you."- he pointed a finger at her, while she stood there like a dummy, - "All I am asking you is to cut off from Yuvaan, with whom, by the way, you yourself didn't want to keep any relations. But when I am asking you, suddenly master and all is coming in between?"

Anaisha blinked at him. Hasan let out a breath and continued his rant,

- "I don't want to bring this up but—you forced me too. The time you confessed you hated kids and never wanted a baby; I didn't say anything then because I didn't want to upset. For you, I trampled my desire to have kids. Since, so many years I and Sanam were trying for a baby. After losing my child, I thought if I had another it will help me heal from the loss. But—for you—only you,'- he pointed a finger at her, - "I buried my wish, my desire and you—you can't even stop talking to a guy I don't like?'- He placed his hands on hips and sighed, - "Huh!"

Anaisha was speechless, slowly she lowered her eyes. Hasan looked at her and realized he stepped out of his boundary. He took a deep breath and shook his head.

"I am sleeping outside." His voice was rather calm, he walked around the bed and grabbed his pillows and blankets. Anaisha watched him go, her chest heaved as she controlled her emotions.

Hasan was fast sleep on the divan when relentless ringing of the bell awakened him from sleep. He freed himself from the tangles of his blanket and dragged his feet to the door.

"Good mor—" Yuvaan stopped mid-way and made a face upon meeting Hasan.

He rubbed his eyes and wore his glasses, looking up and was annoyed as well.

"What are you doing in my house?"

Yuvaan chuckled, - "Your house? It is my Anaisha's house as well. So, move aside, loser." He pushed past him. Hasan was shocked to see him storm towards his bedroom.

"Hey, you can't just barge into my bedroom."

Yuvaan stopped to see pillow and blanket on the divan and scoffed, throwing a glance at him. Hasan blinked at him as he ignored his words and dashed into the bedroom. He gathered up courage and marched towards the room as well.

Anaisha had a miserable sleep last night. She kept deciphering Hasan's behavior till she fell asleep. Finally, she had gotten some sleep, and someone rudely interrupted her. She woke up looking dazed.

"What the hell? Yuvaan—"

"Good morning, friend."

Hasan walked in and held his arm, - "I am being polite to you. So, please leave before I call the cops and I am serious." He passed a look at Anaisha.

Yuvaan pulled his arm from his grasp, - "Please can you be quiet. I am here for her."- He turned to her and smiled. Anaisha kicked the duvet of her and stood up, flipping her messy braid back.

"You have the audacity to burst into someone's bedroom, where a woman is asleep. Have you no shame?" Hasan fisted his hands and kept shifting his feet.

"Why should I? There is nothing of Anaisha that I have not seen or known. So, chill."

Hasan glared at Anaisha, and she got what he wanted to convey. Then, he looked back at Yuvaan, - "There is something called human decency."

Anaisha sighed, - "Please relax you two. Yuvaan, what this behavior. We were together in the past, not now. Stop this."- She took a deep breath, - "Wait for me outside." She turned to walk towards her wardrobe.

"You come as well." Yuvaan motioned to Hasan. Though, he silently walked with him till the door, but then pushed him out and closed the door. Yuvaan protested, knocking at the door as Hasan locked it.

"Hasan." Anaisha called to him as he stood close to her.

"Even after today's incident you want to keep relations with that man?" Hasan placed his hands on his hips. For the first time, their closeness intimidated her.

"He is mental. Don't take him seriously." She nervously ran her hand over her nape, avoiding looking into his glaring eyes. Swiftly, she tried to escape the confrontation. Yuvaan had truly embarrassed her. Hasan grabbed her hand and this time his grip was hard and rough.

"Leave my hand—" She twisted her hand in his hold.

"First promise me that you will seriously break all ties with him."

"I can't, Hasan. He won't help Mr. Singhaniya and you aren't helping him either."

"So? Is it that important that you don't care about my feelings? You and Priyank are good friends, I don't mind but him. Yuvaan is not only your ex, but you once had also very strong feelings for him. Not only that, but you also conceived his babies. And it bothers me, that you are being so casual with such a guy." He kept a tight grip and fixed his stare at her. His eyes burned and it was a mixed feeling for Anaisha.

"Are you—being possessive." She managed to respond. Hasan stiffened, his grip loosening around her wrist.

Was he?

"Anyone in my place will be bothered. Won't you?"

Anaisha curved her lips into a smirk, - "You know, how possessive I am for you. But remember, after our wedding you said you aren't the jealous or possessive type. What changed now?"

Hasan realized that he was being possessive about Anaisha and jealous about her and Yuvaan. Then again, considering their past, who wouldn't.

Anaisha patiently waited for him to react, but he had begun to introspect. She bit her smile, leaned towards him, held his nape, and pressed her lips over his. Hasan's eyes widened as she leisurely kissed him.

"Don't be insecure,"- she whispered against his lips, their gaze fixated on each other, - "I love you and I am yours, Hasan Rauf. Your love is stamped on my heart and your essence lingers over my body." She pulled back a little, breaking the kiss. As she was about to walk away, he held her hand.

"Keep saying that, it feels nice." He pulled her to him. Anaisha smiled wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I love you." She pecked his lips. Before she could move away, he held her waist tighter kissing her deeply.

Ignoring Yuvaan's knocking and protest, the two continue to smooch.

It was unlike him, but Hasan kept thinking of Yuvaan's words and wanted to prove to himself that it was him and not Yuvaan, who was the closest to Anaisha. And if he dared to say, he wanted to prove to himself that it was he who owned her. Owned her love, her affection, her thoughts.

Anaisha was pulled back, surprised as Hasan tugged down the strap of her flowing maxi gown.

"What are your intensions, Mr. Professor?"

"What you think?" He winked at her.

Anaisha giggled, - "Now is not the time, control your hormones." She gently pushed him away. Hasan huffed, nodding.

"I am sorry, I got carried away."

Anaisha tiptoed and leaned towards his ear, - "I will be home early tonight. Keep yourself free."

Hasan looked at her as she passed him a naughty look before walking away. 

Abhinav was elated because Tahira's family had accepted their relationship. Now, there was zero hurdles for their marriage. Except for Minal, but he hoped she would calm down. His lawyers were trying their best to make out of court settlement. She will give him, eventually, or so he hoped.

Till that doesn't get resolved and, until Tahira gives birth, they won't be able to marry. At least they can have their engagement. That will happen soon, after all rituals regarding his grandmother was over.

His future in-laws were warm to him, and spoilt Anshuman. He gelled with him quickly. But there was a small disappointment for him, as he was fan of non-veg especially chicken. Abhinav can't break that rule and so, he was being coaxed by Tahira, mostly, about giving up on eating non-veg.

After dinner, Tahira relaxed in her room along with her aunt. Her mother walked in with some moti-choor ke laddu for her. She was delighted to see her favorite delicacy.

"Ammi, I am so happy that you have accepted us." She kissed her mother's hand and smiled gratefully at her.

"My bacha, it took us lot of time to understand your relationship. But now, once you marry him, everything will be fine." She lovingly caressed her hair.

"Here, my jaan. Have as much as you can." Her aunt forwarded her the plate. Tahira hungrily eyed it, licking her lips. She took a bite and sighed with happiness.

"Delicious."

Her mother kissed the top of her head.

Hasan flipped to his side and Anaisha shifted towards him, cuddling her naked body with his. He placed his arm around her, making her rest her head over his heaving chest. She closed her eyes, feeling his ecstatic heartbeat.

"Anaisha!"

"Hmm." She murmured, caressing his chest.

"I understand that your dad needs Yuvaan, but you don't na. Don't entertain him, please."

Anaisha sighed, propping on her elbow, - "I told you I feel nothing for him then why are you—"

"What if he somehow rekindles love in you? You and he were in a very serious relationship, it wasn't a fling."

Anaisha held his face and made him look at her, - "I love you." She pecked his lips.

"You loved him too."

Anaisha moved away, - "You loved Sanam, right. But are you seeing me behave irrationally like you are?"

Hasan slid up on the bed, - "Sanam and Yuvaan are different cases. She is no more but he is very much alive and hovering over you. It bothers me. Why can't you just respect my feelings? Why are you hellbent on spoiling our relationship for your ex?"- Hasan stopped to think before he spoke, - "Perhaps, you secretly want to—"

"Can you shut up, please. I have zero interest in him. Trust me."

"I know I'm being irrationally insecure. This is not me but—maybe I am not used to this "being friends with ex" lifestyle. Mine is very different, I am just—just not okay. Can you, just for once, please adjust a little."

He looked away. Anaisha held his arm and placed her head on shoulder, - "Okay, if it is bothering you so much, I won't keep any relations with him."

"Really." His face lit up, and he smiled widely at her. She nodded, feeling guilty because she wasn't going to do so. Only till Yuvaan finds out about Anahita Devi. More than wanting Aryaman Singhaniya to get peace, she wanted to quench her curiously.

"Thank you for this." He kissed her forehead and cupped her face lovingly, - "Anaisha, all this is just making me realize that my feelings for you have grown stronger and intense."

Anaisha's heart skipped a beat, she darted her gaze from his eyes to his lips and then back to him.

"The thought of you falling for someone else and leaving me, bothered me so much that I began to behave out of my character. It angers me to know that someone else loves you. I know, I had said I wasn't possessive about you, and trust me the earlier Hasan wouldn't have been bothered. But now I am. Anaisha Singhaniya."- He shifted closer, sliding his hands from her face to hold her bare shoulder,

"I am madly and irrevocably in love with you."- He confessed. Anaisha let out a breath, her eyes pricked with hot tears.

This wasn't the romantic over the top confessions like in the movies, but it touched her heart. More than anything, Anaisha was happy her feelings are reciprocated. The man she was madly in love with, loves her back. This feeling of contentment, of completeness was all she needed. It overwhelmed her, made her feel secure.

Hasan kissed her forehead, - "This realization didn't happen all of sudden. It kept me awake the whole night, last night. I thought it from all angles and—"

"Hasan, you have made me the happiest person on the planet, right now." She confessed and shifted closer, such that half her body was on his lap.

"I love you too." She kissed him.

"I love you, Anaisha." Hasan confessed again. Each time, his confession rattled her heart strings as though it was for the first time. They shared a passionate kiss as they laid against the bed, their bodies entangled with each other.

"Wait, I have something for you that will take you to heaven." Anaisha sounded excited.

"What?" Hasan was amused.

She pushed him back and hovered over him. Hasan closed his eyes as she kissed his throat, lingering her lips against his rugged skin longer as she trailed down her kisses. He shivered feeling her warm tongue twirl around his nipples, that itself was very arousing for him. He loved it when she does that. She caressed his abdomen moving her hand under the duvet. His eyes snapped open, - "Are you going to do what I think you are going to do?" He spoke breathlessly.

"Yes, baby. You just relax."

"How can I, when I have a hot wife like you." He caressed the length of her hair. Anaisha closed her eyes and parted her lips, as he gently tugged on her hair.

Hasan could feel the jitters, as she got under the sheet. He couldn't understand what to do with his hands, so he clenched the bedsheet and stared at the ceiling fan, anticipating the next. His heart was in his mouth, and he was semi-erect already.

"An—nai—sh—aa" He moaned feeling her mouth over there. He jerked a little, pressing his head against the pillow and kept meekly calling her name until he realized he was to reach his point.

"Move, I am going to—" He pushed her off him. Anaisha was surprised but then watching him orgasm, stimulated her.

Hasan fell against the pillow, breathing heavily.

"Why did you stop me?" Anaisha groaned.

"Hey, that isn't supposed to be in your mouth."

"Tell me you didn't like it."

Hasan's cheeks flushed, embarrassed by the fact that he did. Anaisha giggled as he complained about the bedsheet getting dirty. He looked at her and admired her laughter.

She fell against him as she laughed. He held her and she stopped. They shared a look, then kissed each other. As they kissed, Anaisha once again slipped her hand under the sheet. Hasan caressed her back with the back of his fingers and felt goosebumps on her skin. Then, he moved his hands gliding against her waist and cupped her breasts.

It has become an impulse for Hasan to put on the protection before they proceed. Anaisha liked that he never protested it. That made her realize, how much he respected her. It also made her more guilty because she was planning to keep meeting Yuvaan.

Hasan broke the kiss, gently placing her against the pillow, - "It feels so comforting to keep confessing my feelings to you and listening to you. Being so intimate with you that I can't keep my hands off you." He moved aside hair from her shoulder. She hummed in response, holding on to him. Only for a second, she looked away. He kept admiring her.

Anaisha was lost in the moment, transported to the seventh clouds once again. The feeling so addictive that she wanted this to never end. She pinched his lower back tightly, her moans muffled against his shoulders as she was buried under him. Their moment of ecstasy was interrupted by ringing of her call.

"F***, don't stop." She pleaded him in between her moans.

"Hmm." Hasan hoarsely grunted in her ear.

The phone stopped for only a moment and then rang again. Anaisha stuck her out of the bed, searching for her phone. She silenced it. She was too euphoric to check the caller and answer.

Hasan pulled her hand back, placing it over his back again. He moved his head up from her breast and they began to kissing passionately. Her body stiffened under him, and then she trembled. She called out his name, hushed by his lips. Hasan grabbed her waist tightly, and with the final thrust he reached the same exhilarated level as her.

He panted leaning back, Anaisha opened her eyes. The grip of her legs loosened around his waist, and she dropped them on the bed. Breathlessly and with their dampened bodies pressed against each other, they shared a long eye lock.

"I love you, Anaisha."- He kissed her forehead, shifting a little from her. She groaned softly feeling his weight shift from over her.

"And I want to grow old with you." He professed, caressing her chin with his thumb.

"Are you sure? You know I can be handful." She warned him lightly and with a smile.

Hasan nodded, - "I love you with all your flaws."- he kissed her forehead again, - "I am in love with who you are, and I am sure what I am getting into." He was confident.

Anaisha looked at him with tears shining in her eyes, - "I love you too." She pulled him for a kiss.

As they kissed, Hasan's phone rang. He moved away, even though Anaisha protested.

"Can you check my phone; I want to get rid of this. It is very irritating." He slipped out of the sheet.

Anaisha sighed, picking up the phone from the bedside table and was surprised to find it was Abhinav's call. Why the heck was he calling Hasan?

She wanted to disconnect the call but a voice behind her head urged her to check it out. It was very unlike him, so if he has called Hasan, maybe it is something important.

"Hello!"

Anaisha jolted up, her heart plummeted in her chest as she heard her brother's fanatic cries from the other side. She wasn't expecting this.

"What happened, Abhinav?" Her voice wavered and her tone uncertain.

"Tahira—her family—has poisoned her and—now they have fled." He sobbed.

"What?" Anaisha almost dropped the phone.

"She is hanging—between life and death—please, save her—please. It is so late in the night—no doctor is responding."

Anaisha's heart pounded in her chest and her mind fogged with mixed thoughts that she felt her brain was numb. Nothing, clicked in her head.

Whose side are you guys on, Hasan or Anaisha? And Oh-No, what will happen Tahira and the unborn child *gasp* *scared*

Drop your thoughts in the comments, please and Stay Tuned for the next update.

Sorry, guys for such late update. Actually, I am still writing this story and it is taking time to end. *Sigh*