Ibrahim loved his mornings. Especially the ones where he gets to wake up with her in his arms. He was her accustomed cuddle bear and was happy to be one. Despite their silly little arguments and fights every now and then, they'd end up cuddling every single day and he absolutely loved being married to her.

But what he hated was the disturbances, which would interrupt their sleep so early in the morning. Groaning inwardly, he answered the annoying phone call only to be left speechless.

"Why the hell was your phone unreachable? If you think you can just run away without paying the loan, then you're a foolish lady, Ms Hussain. We can seize the house anytime we want. You do remember that right?" came a rude voice and Ibrahim was confused for a second as he blinked his eyes twice, and looked at the caller ID, which was saved as Bank manager. Long gone was his sleep, as he stared at his wife confusedly and then at the phone.

Taking off the quilt, he got down from the bed in just his boxers. "Hello?" Ibrahim whispered angrily, careful as to not wake her up. He was furious, how dare someone to speak in that tone with his wife?

Hearing a male voice instead of a female, the manager checked the number twice, "Who are you?" he asked.

"Mawra's husband," Ibrahim replied stiffly, as he eyed her, who was sleeping obliviously.

"Whatever! When is she paying the loan? She should stop being so damn late every single month. I have to take strict actions otherwise." the manager snapped, making Ibrahim frown.

Massaging his temples slowly, he asked, "Tell me who you are and how much she owes you?"

"I'm the AXY bank manager, your wife here took a house loan of 35 lacks two years ago and has to pay us back in instalments. For the past three months, she's been irregular in doing so. If this continues for another month, I have to take strict actions, I'm not joking." the manager snapped yet again, leaving Ibrahim in his thoughts for a moment. To say he was irritated would be an understatement. He can never tolerate someone talking with his wife this rudely.

"How much amount is left now?" the manager then explained to him in detail leaving Ibrahim stunned for a while as he realized Mawra has been paying her whole salary in paying the loan. How can a person be so selfless? The house wasn't even on her name, to begin with.

"Alright, I'll pay you the money by afternoon. Keep the documents ready," he replied whilst searching for his phone.

"What documents?"

"The house documents, I want you to prepare it while I transfer the remaining amount." Ibrahim frowned as he checked for new emails and messages.

"Are you high or what? How can you pay such a huge amount by afternoon? Do you think I'm a fool, Mr Whoever you are?"

"The name is Ibrahim Qureshi, I'm sure you must have heard of it. See you in the noon, don't forget the documents." Ibrahim hung up the call with a scowl on his face as he placed the phone back on the bedside table. But his face softened immediately when he saw his wife tilt in her sleep, while her hands traced on his side of the bed, probably searching his body, to snuggle into him. He couldn't stop himself from grinning at that sight.

"Where are you, Ibrahim?" came her sleepy voice, and his heart skipped a beat. Dressed in nothing but his shirt, Mawra looked absolutely breathtaking. His wife was a divine beauty and she only has to smile, he'll be a goner just for that.
She has the most alluring smile, which can melt any cold heart and turn them into softies, just like how she has changed him and made her special place in his heart.

Ibrahim was falling in love with her, fast and hard. His heart swooned at that thought.

Walking towards her, he joined her back on the bed, who shifted towards him automatically and clung onto his bare torso, hugging him tightly. Their bare legs entangled against each other as he pulled her onto him, while she laid her head on his chest; listening to his heartbeats.

"Good morning, biwi..." trailing kisses on her head, Ibrahim smiled at her angelic sun-kissed face.

"Hmm. What's the time now?" her voice was groggy and cute, "its seven. Wake up." he replied with another kiss, his hands drawing patterns on her backside, which earned a soft moan from her.

The old Mawra would have woken up just at the mention of seven a.m. She was so particular about reaching destinations on time. But the jet lag was showing its effects and she couldn't get herself to even open her eyes or even move her body, the busy night they had yesterday was to be blamed as well. "Five more minutes," she mumbled sleepily and snuggled more into him, making his heart thump crazily.

The time spent in Hawaii was the best days of their life. They had lots of fun exploring the island and themselves, three weeks weren't sufficient. But they were glad to have gotten that much free time at least. The honeymoon was fun overall.

They came home two days ago, today was their first day back in the office and Ibrahim already knows that he has so much to do. Being the CEO drives him nuts sometimes. But he absolutely loved his job.

"You'll be late," he whispered against her hair as he placed a kiss on her forehead and noticed her lips curving into a smile.

Lazily, she got up from the sleepy mode and smirked at him mischievously. He raised his brows, knowing too well of that expression. Just as he has guessed, Mawra was now seated on his stomach. Her hands go to encircle around his neck, bringing him closer to her. Ibrahim shifted into a more comfortable position, as she wrapped legs on his torso and looked into his grey eyes with burning desire.

"Are you sure you want to continue this..." Ibrahim held her silky hair and tied them in a bun, whilst placing a lingering kiss on her neck, which had his marks. He smirked at that sight.

Mine. His heart screamed.

"On second thought, no. I don't want to continue this." Mawra frowned as she got up from his hold and ran towards the long mirror to have a look at his doings.

He was confused at her sudden mood swing but a mischievous smirk formed on his lips as he understood what it was.

"Ibrahim. I told you not to bite." she picked the Vaseline bottle on the table in front of her and threw it at him, who laughed at her cute face and dodged it off easily. She has always been a poor bowler. Ameen and he would never leave a chance to make fun of her.

"Then what about these, sweetheart?" he pointed to his neck and shoulders, which had lots of fresh bites. Her gaze was immediately cast down as heated raised onto her cheeks.

She freaking blushed after all the activities they did in the past nights.

"You had no complaint, I did. I'm running out of concealer." Mawra fought off the blush as she gave him a not so pleased look, he just continued to laugh.

Ibrahim came out of the bed with a mischievous grin and walked towards his wife, who was trying hard to glare at him but looking at his state, she couldn't help the stupid blush. Leaning towards her ears, he whispered, "I'll buy you loads of them because you and I both know these marks are not going to stop." Mawra's face was on fire as she curled her toes in shyness. She tried to push him away, but too bad he has already picked her up in his arms and there was no running back now.

They couldn't care less about the damn time.

***

The day at the office was hectic and tiring. As expected.

"Postpone my schedule for one hour. I have somewhere to be." he frowned at the screen and typed a reply email to the shareholders. Mawra was back to his assistant mode and nodded her head as she sent a quick message to the staffs who were going to meet him next.

"Want me to come, sir?" She asked.

Ibrahim smiled at her with a shake of his head, the kind of smile which made her heart skip a beat.

"Go eat your lunch, I have a surprise for you." grinning happily, he walked towards the door and she couldn't even stop him to ask what did mean because of the staffs moving on the corridor.

Tell me what the surprise is?

She sent him a text whilst walking into the elevator with a curious look on her face.

You'll know ;) Was his stupid reply, frowning at that she turned off her phone.

"She is just an undergraduate. Nowhere qualified for that job. I'm telling you, it was only through casting couch she got that job."

"So pathetic."

"I feel so disgusted to breathe the same air as her." Whisper after whisper was heard in the elevator. As soon as the door of the first floor opened, she was the first one to leave. Mawra hated being involved in such discussions. She stopped talking with everyone anyway, her job was to work for Ibrahim and that was it. She stopped making friends after the Adnan incident. But she felt bad for that girl, whoever she was.

"He used to fire every single assistant before her in a span of few weeks or months, she's the only one who lasted for two years. We should have guessed it already." The whispers continued. But this time she froze. Her legs began to shake as she turned to that voice, who was giving her some loathsome look.

Did they actually say that? Or was this a dream? A very horrible dream.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt all their heated gaze upon her. Every single one of them was looking at her with accusing and hateful eyes.

"Look who is here..." came the taunting voice of Zara, the receptionist.

Not her, please... Mawra groaned internally as Zara's voice caught more attention. And now the whole office staffs present in the canteen were looking at her. She wondered why the hell did she forget to bring lunch out of all the other days.

"How were your holidays, Mawra?" grinning evilly, she added, "isn't that amusing, the same day our boss takes a leave she takes one too and when he joins back after three weeks, she's trailing along with him."

"Disgusting." the accountant commented.

"Aren't you ashamed? Being a Muslim and committing such sins before marriage?" one of the Muslim staffs added furiously.

"She was freaking married, that's what Adnan said."

Adnan! The freaking bastard was responsible for this. She should have guessed already. With the loathsome looks and smirks he used to give her, she should have been bloody careful. Mawra groaned internally. Why did she ever become friends with him?

"Cheating on the husband with the boss. Wow."

"What a gold digger. Now we know why she rejected poor Adnan."

"The poor guy loved her so much... She never deserved him."

Zara smiled satisfied-ly at the drama which she has created and blew air on her hair which was disturbing her face.

Adnan Sheikh was smirking victoriously at the public humiliation she was facing because of him. Serves her right for playing with his feelings. He thought with an eye roll. He got his revenge, his ego felt at peace that day.

The way they all were looking at her, with hateful and judging eyes. Mawra felt herself going weak. She fought back her tears whilst clenching her fists. All of this could have been avoided if she had let Ibrahim tell the truth to everyone and handle things his way.

He told her, it was a bad idea.

Did she ever listen?

And now, she was paying its price, in the cruellest way possible.

"How much did you charge for a night?" was where she lost her cool.