Aanya:

Two months later:

Life is beautiful. Isn't it?

This question has been running in my mind since ages. And every time this question crosses my mind, my only answer is yes.

Yes. Life is really beautiful.

I looked up at the clear blue sky. The sun was shining brightly. I smiled at the sun and it greeted me with it's warm rays. A cold yet soothing breeze danced around me and moved few loose strands of my hair to dance along with it. It was as if the breeze was trying to get my attention by making its appearance obvious.

Little birdies were chirping and moving around for the nature has given them the huge responsibility of welcoming the mornings with their sweet songs. They chirped continuously moving from one branch to other as if they were singing lullaby for the moon, making it to fall into the deep slumber.

I looked at the pigeons which were sitting over the fountain, grooming themselves to look presentable for the world to praise them. I grinned when one of the pigeons went to help his partner in grooming and stole few kisses from her. I couldn't help but let out a giggle at their sneaky romance.

"Jaan, where are you?" I heard a voice that never fails to make my heart skip it's beat.

Suddenly, an evil idea crossed my mind. I smirked as I imagined my husband's reaction. Immediately, I sat down and clutched my leg as if I were hurt and the pain was unbearable.

"Jaan?"

I turned around to find the source of the voice. My eyes yearned to see him. And there he was, the source of such a powerful voice, the reason behind my fluttering heart.

There he was, half naked with his track pants hanging loosely on his hips perfectly showing the v shape. I bit my lip and moved my gaze to meet his intense one. He was sinfully handsome.

He gave me a toe curling smile. His smile was so contagious that I could barely restrain myself from retuning it back.

"Heart, where have you been. I-" he cut off himself when his gaze fell on my leg.

His facial expression visibly changed. That same face which held an expression of complete adoration now was drenched with worry.

Within a blink of an eye, he was infront of me, crouched down, holding my leg with extreme tenderness. His speed managed to shock the wind to such an extent that it stopped moving around us, halting everyone's movement around us.

"Heart, what happened? Are you hurt?" He asked me in a tone that can even melt the mountains.

He held my leg very tenderly as if it was made of glass and he was scared that he might break it. He frowned, inspecting my leg, gently moving it side ways to see where I was actually hurt.

I took this as an opportunity to study his features. His hair was falling over his forehead almost concealing his deep scowl. His nose was straight and sharp. His lips were full and plum. They were so enticing that I could hardly hold back myself from kissing him. His eyes were downcast, his thick and long lashes were kissing his cheeks. I grew envious of them for they don't have any right to touch my husband.

"-ow many times do I have to tell you to not to walk around without wearing slippers." I was brought out of my fantasy world because of his complaints.

"Hussein!" I called him.

"What Jaan? Why are you so reckless? And where are you hurt?" He asked me not looking at me. His gaze was fixed on my allegedly hurt leg. I smiled at my over protective and over worried husband.

"Hussein, I'm not hurt." I whispered to him.

He immediately looked at me and narrowed his eyes. His eyes told me everything that he didn't believe me. He looked down at my leg turning it side ways to find the imaginary wound.

"Hussein. I promise, I am not hurt." I told him.

Frowning, he looked at me. I smiled at him assuringly.

"Then why were you clutching your leg as if you were hurt?" He questioned. He looked cute with that frown on his forehead.

"I was acting." I said quickly and threw water at his face before breaking into fits of laughter.

His head snapped towards me and his eyes narrowed at me. I gulped, not in fright but in excitement. Because I knew he wouldn't harm me.

I poked the sleeping beast. Now I was waiting for it to attack me. I stared back at him after wiping off the tears that formed due to my laughing fit.

"So, you pulled a prank at me?" He asked me in a low voice. My eyes widened at his tone but nodded in response.

"You know heart, you've been a very naughty girl. A little minx." He said slowly started to move his hand upwards over my naked leg. Suddenly I became very aware of the fact that I was in nothing but his shirt.

"You've been breaking the rules. I told you to not to leave the bed before I wake up, didn't I?" He asked me, sliding his hand towards my inner thigh very sensually making the goosebumps to erupt all over my body.

"Answer me, heart." He demanded and squeezed my leg.

"Umm, yes." I replied timidly.

"And yet you are here and playing a prank on me, Haan?" He said and dipped his head and started to kiss my leg.

I looked at him with hooded eyes as he moved upwards kissing from my calf to my inner thighs, kissing, sucking and nibbling. His hand slid under his shirt and started to make small circles over my flat stomach. I shuddered at his touch.

I let out a gasp when he parted my legs. It was then realisation hit me like a tons of brick.

I pushed Hussein which caught him off guard and he fell onto the grass. I thought of escaping from him and immediately sprinted off.

But much to my dismay, my evil of a husband was fast enough to stop me from escaping. He caught hold of my wrist and pulled me towards him.

"Where do you think you're going heart?" He whispered huskily right over my ear sending waves of pleasure and making the heat to rush down, soaking my panties.

"Hu.. Hussein. We are getting late." I stuttered out.

He just hummed in response. I felt his grip loosen around my waist only to find myself thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Before I could register what's happening, I heard a sound of skin slapping.

"Yo...you just did not spank me?" I asked him in a low voice trying my best to be intimidating.

"Oh yes, I did." He said and again spanked me.

"Hussein!!!!." I shouted at him. I glared at the ground for I was not able to do anything. But then I noticed his nice arse. I smirked evilly.

One.

Two.

Three.

Spank!!

I raised my hand and spanked my husband. I let out a giggle at the sound. Hussein suddenly stopped in his tracks and there was complete silence. Neither of us uttered a word. The birds flew away not wanting to see his reaction.

I gulped in nervousness which grew more and more with each passing second. And then I felt it. The same stinging sensation on my ass.

"Hussein!! You cave man!!" I shouted at him and raised my hand to spank him back but his voice halted my action.

"Heart, you have been a very bad girl. It's time I punish and discipline you." He said moved towards our bedroom with determined steps.

On our way, I saw Ruby standing near the kitchen with her mouth wide open which eventually turned into a knowing smirk. I groaned in embarrassment.

Once we were in our room, Hussein threw me on the bed making me bounce on it. I glared at him for his cave man kind of actions.

Before I could open my mouth and protest, I found myself being hovered by Hussein. I snapped my mouth shut. Infact it became difficult for me to breath because of our close proximity.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him close to me. His morning hard was directly over my clit. We both moaned at the contact.

"Aanya, you're playing with fire." He warned me.

"Ohh I know it very well, darling. Do you know how hot the fire is?" I purred and pursed my lips to stop myself from smiling which will reveal the fact that I was teasing him.

I bit my lip and started to squirm underneath him to create some friction between us. He hissed at this and grabbed my hips and pinned down on the mattress.

"Fuck, Aanya." He said and planted his lips on mine. I met his kiss with the same passion. It was like we both were craving for it. The kiss was oxygen to our souls for which we have been dying.

"You're going to be the death of me woman." He growled at me.

I smiled at him and pulled him in for another kiss surprising both of us with my actions. After kissing for a while, I broke the kiss for much needed air.

Hussein, instead of moving away, dropped his head over my breast while hold the other one. It has become his habit to use one of my boobs as a pillow while the the other one to hold. I wake up every day to find us in the same position.

I started to play with his hair while smiling at his childish behaviour. Whenever I try to move away from his grasp he would squeeze my boobs making me yelp in pain and pleasure.

In the last two months, my life, no, our life has changed drastically. Things which I never thought would happen, now actually became my reality.

That night when I thought that my life was doomed. That night when I thought that everything was destroyed, actually became the best night of my life. While I was sulking about my life, my fate gave me a new hope and a new chance for a new beginning.

I still remember the things that happened and the words that Hussein said as clear as a day.

Flashback:

Two months ago:

I'm so deeply in love with you, Mrs. Hussein.

I love you.

I love you.

This words kept ringing in my mind. I became numb and my mind went blank and just kept reminding me those words. My heart was beating so fastly as if a tornado broke down inside it.

"Aanya, are you listening to me?" He said and held my face so that I was looking straight into his eyes.

Still I couldn't find my voice so I simply nodded.

"Heart, please trust me. I will never harm you. I am not the same arrogant Hussein now. You changed me, Aanya. I'm a new person now. I, no longer want to seek my revenge. I have long forgotten about it."

"Aanya, love. You're my life, heart. I can't imagine my life without you. I know I might be sounding cheesy but it's the truth. You're my life. My Jaan. I don't know how or when it happened. But it just happened. I am hopelessly in love with you."

"It's not like I never to tried to stop myself. I tried. I tried really hard to not to fall for you. When I saw you for the first time in that party, my heart went wild with its beat. You pulled the strings of my heart that day. There was something that made me curious about you. You were different from others. While every girl threw themselves at me, you, you stood there not giving a fuck about me. I was irked with that."

"And trust me I never wanted to kiss you like that. I didn't even realise what I was doing until my lips touched your soft baby lips. That moment I couldn't stop myself. I forgot about us being infront of an audience. I forgot about us being strangers. I only remembered one thing and that was how your lips felt on mine and how our lips perfectly moulded with each other."

At this point, Hussein was completely lying over me. He was caressing my cheeks that were scarlet red due to his confessions.

"And I know you had every right to slap. But me being an arrogant jerk couldn't handle the rejection. That moment I took an oath that I was going to destroy your life. In the desparate need to calm my bruised ego, I decided to blackmail you into this marriage. I thought that once I will marry you, I can play with you like the way I want. On our wedding day, a sane part of me warned me about my actions but I was so blinded with the revenge thing that I didn't give any heed to it."

"You know, Jaan, when your parents told me to take care of you, I couldn't meet their eyes. Hell, I couldn't even look at myself. But again on our wedding night, when I saw you in that baby doll dress, I realised how beautiful and sexy you are. Something snapped in me, I lost my self control and crossed yet another limit. I didn't wanted to make things worse so I left you all alone in the airport despite of knowing the fact how much that hurt you."

"But you are one hell of a stubborn woman. You went forward and pushed my buttons. You faced me. You argued with me. You questioned me. You confronted me. You challenged me. And most importantly you were not scared to show me the real colour of the situations. You were never scared to show me my faults. And also the way you sacrificed yourself for the sake of your family showed me how beautiful your soul is."

"And then for the first time in my life, I realised that, outer beauty might just attract you towards a person but one can fall in love just with the inner beauty of a person. You made me realise that Ego, revenge and all this shit does nothing but destroy the peaceful and beautiful lives of people." He said.

All the while I kept looking into his eyes. I didn't even dared to blink my eyes. I didn't blink because I didn't want to miss watching any of the emotions that were swirling in his eyes.

I didn't move. I was too scared to move. I was scared because I thought this is a dream. A beautiful dream. A dream I was scared to shatter if I opened my eyes. I was scared to breath for it might wake me up from my slumber.

"Breath, heart." He whispered. His face full of worry and concern.

And as if I was waiting for his command, my breath left my lungs in a second. It came out as a whoosh. I then inhaled a huge amount of oxygen I desparately needed. I inhaled and exhaled deeply until my breath became normal.

Hussein was staring at me. He was amused with my actions and yet his eyes held deep adoration for me which melted my heart again.

"And, heart, after all of these, if I can't fall in love with you then I might have to question my sexuality." He said while looking at me with love filled gaze.

I let out a giggle at his words. He smiled at me. He was staring at as if I was the only thing in this world. As if I was the most beautiful girl in this world.

"Yes, jaan., You're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and met. You're the most beautiful girl both in and out." He replied.

"D...did I say it aloud?" I asked him with wide eyes.

He nodded. I groaned and coverd my face with my hands with embarrassment. Hussein chuckled at my misery. He tried to uncover my face but I didn't budge.

"Why do I always embarrass myself?" I asked no one in particular.

Hussein chuckled again and uncovered my face. Only because I let him do that.

"Hey, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, love. You just said my thoughts aloud. I think in the same way about you. And I'm glad to know that you're able to understand what in trying to tell you." He said and smiled warmly at me.

"Aanya, I know you don't feel the same way for me. I know you don't love me. I know it's really hard for you to love me but please, heart, please try to forgive me and please try to give me a chance. Please try to love me." He said very sincerely.

He tucked me in. Kissed my forehead. And went away after saying good night.

Present day:

That day Hussein didn't wait for me to reply, probably because he was scared that I might reject him.

From that moment, Hussein started to show his love very openly. He didn't hesitate to approach me. He didn't hesitate to touch me, cuddle me, kiss me. Infact, neither of us could stay away from each other.

That night something changed between us. No, everything changed between us. We no longer hated each other. Infact, We both craved for each other. We both craved for each other's touch.

Even though, I still didn't reply to his confession, we both took the things to the next level. Every night was a blissful one. Infact, if Hussein was at home, the atmosphere was always filled with romance. He never kept his hands to himself. Every time he got an opportunity he would give me mind blowing orgasms. We still have to consummate our marriage. And I still have to reply him for his confession. But Hussein never pressurized me.

Sometimes I just give in. I tempt him to take the things in his hand. At times, I make it hard for him to control himself from having me. I even told him that I was ready to consummate this marriage. But Hussein denied my advances saying that he will only consummate our marriage if I fell in love with him.

I do like him. Maybe I do love him. But I don't know why I can't bring myself to tell him that. He is being very patient with me. Sometimes I feel like I'm being very selfish. It's not like I didn't try to tell him that I love him but every time I tried to tell something stopped me from doing it. I just couldn't find the right opportunity to confess to him.

Hussein is doing every possible thing to repent for his mistakes. He is trying to make it up for me. He joined me in a university so that I could continue my studies. But I wasn't allowed to go to the University as my husband said and I quote,

"Heart, I am letting you to study further because I promised you. But I won't let you go to the University to study among those perverts. I will appoint the best professors to come and teach you here at home. Either you study at home or no studies at all. The choice is yours and don't even try to convince cause I ain't letting out of my sight." He said and left without leaving a room for arguing.

I couldn't give up on my studies just because my husband is overly possessive about me. So I agreed to his condition and started my home studies. And as promised the best professors came to teach me.

I was brought out of my train of thoughts with Hussein's phone. He groaned at the noise. But grabbed the phone and answered it without seeing who was calling him.

"What?!" He barked out.

"Don't you dare what me, Hussein." Came a threatening voice of his mother.

"Mom, why did call at this hour?" He questioned earning a swat from me.

"Oh, so I need to take an appointment to call my son now. I'm sorry son, I didn't know that. Whom should I ask for the appointment son, sorry, sir?" Mom told him her dripping with sarcasm.

I laughed at her sarcastic words. Hussein glared at me but I couldn't control myself.

"Mom, I didn't mean like that. I just-" he was cut off by mom.

"Oh shut up Hussein, I know very well what you actually meant. And just by the way I called to speak with my daughter and not you, so don't flatter yourself." This time I laughed aloud.

"Obviously, you don't miss your son anymore mom. And you complain that I don't give you enough time. And just by the way your daughter is busy, so she can't talk to you." He said.

My mouth fell wide open. How dare he? He is lying at my face. I started to protest but mom began talking again.

"And why is she busy?" Mom asked him.

"She is busy with her husband." He replied.

"Ohh, and what is her idiot husband making her do?" She asked him playing along with him. I shook my head at their behaviour.

"Oh you'll be happy to know about it. Your daughter and her husband are trying to make babies so that you can have grandchildren to play with." He said and winked at me. I let out a gasp.

"Oh, sorry, sorry. I disturbed you guys. Carry on and tell me the good news very soon." Mom said very happily.

I choked on my breath. What the fudge?!

"Hussein, you shameless idiot." I scolded him and started to throw punches at him only to make him laugh harder than before.

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After all the embarrassing moments that happened today morning, Hussein left to his office and here I was preparing lunch for us.

I still can't believe that he talked about making babies with his mom as if it's a normal conversation. My cheeks decided to wear the red colour permanently I guess. The colour wouldn't leave me.

I couldn't just stop blushing. The thought of carrying Hussein's children made my heart flutter with excitement and giddiness. I pictured myself with a nine months heavily pregnant belly. And Hussein talking to our child in a baby voice and moving his hand over my belly to feel the kicks. I bit my lip at the image formed my lips.

A voice at the back of my head mocked at me saying that it was only possible if he makes love to me and which is nearly impossible considering the fact that I still haven't been able to confess my feelings to him.

I gave it thought and finally decided that if fate wasn't going to give me the correct time and opportunity then I'm going create one for myself. And to begin with, I decided to take lunch for my husband and give him a pleasant surprise.

Little did I know that my husband was going to give me a huge surprise.

A bitter surprise.

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