So I'm married.

Wow, I have to say that it went pretty quickly. Gran was happy with my decision. And she really liked Amber. And as for Amber; no doubt that she is plain looking but on our Nikah day, I was stunned when I saw her—dressed in a simple red dress with her hair set casually aside and putting on light makeup, with a slight liner rimming her dark eyes, her naturally blushing cheeks and blood red painted lips—I just couldn't wait to claim them. she looked so ravishing.

And those lips were indeed sweet and warm. I was right in choosing her. She's my wife now. And this side of her is something that I got to see means that she is only going to reserve it for me.

After the nikah, we exchanged numbers only although I insisted that she move in with me however, she was adamant on maintaining her freedom till I moved in with her to Pakistan. I had no problem with that. Alhamdulillah, I had already applied for visa for Pakistan and the process was fastened as soon as I issued in my marriage certificate. I made all the necessary arrangement for my shift to Pakistan. Especially for Gran—if something were to happen then thank God, I can make it in time back to her. I didn't sell my apartment of my insurances though—I wanted to keep some links still intact after all New York city was my home. It was a big step on my part and at first I myself was surprised at my decision but I'm glad for it.

That night after my talk with Gran; I performed the istakhara. And when I woke up, I just knew what I wanted to do—I was so sure about it like I was never sure about anything else. I had a good feeling about Amber because I trusted my case to Allah.

On my wedding day, I called my brother—he hasn't spoken to me in so long and I was glad that he attended my call and I was even happier when he agreed to attend my wedding ceremony. However, I was surprised that Amber only invited friends but not family—and I couldn't even her ask her about it because of her marriage demands.

Time just flowed—Amber left after two weeks for Pakistan, claiming that she needed to make preparation for my arrivals. All I could do was agree with her while deep down inside, I was panicking—when I dropped her off at the airport, I felt her giving me the cold shoulder—and I've been feeling this way ever since I met her. I feel like she doesn't care that much about our marriage like she's halfhearted about it or something. Bu I haven't bore it much mind.

I don't know how it happened but two months passed by in a blur. And before I knew it, I hugged Gran good bye at JFK airport and I was boarded on my flight. My heart wrenched at because I was leaving my home and my one and only family behind—I had never imagined in my whole life that I would be living outside of the US. I was comfortable in New York because I had spent my whole life there. I never even tried to leave the city. Forget that, I never even wanted to leave; but I don't know what made me marry Amber or what made me agree to her ridiculous request. But now I'm married to her, I have no choice but to respect my wife's wishes.

After a long seventeen hour flight, I finally made it to Karachi. As soon as I exited the plane, I was greeted by hot and humid gushes of air and strong sun. it was really hot even though it was September. After everything cleared up and I had my luggage, I made it for the exit and started looking for Amber in the crowd. But I couldn't locate her. I dipped my hand in my pocket and fished out my phone.

"Hey!" I heard someone shout in my general direction. I looked behind me and there she was—walking towards me in a casual white shirt and blue jeans with a long white cloth loosely covering her head. She took her shades off that were covering her eyes.

"Hey," I smiled and adjusted my laptop strap on my shoulder. "Arent you going to give me a welcome kiss?" I teased and opened my arms for her. She shook her head. "Best to save such things for a more private area." She asserted.

"Please give me your hand carriage." She insisted and took my laptop bag and my briefcase from me—if I wasn't so tired then I would never let my lady hold stuff.

"How was your flight?" she inquired as she led me to the parking lot. I shrugged and dragged my luggage. "Very tiring, I probably have jet lag from such a long flight." I replied. My head was beginning to ache and my whole body was fatigued. "

"Well, it's alright. You can rest today," she said as she placed my hand carriage at the back seats of her small car. I helped with the larger luggage in the trunk. After everything was set, she instructed me to get in the front seat as she got into the driver's seat. "I have to go to the Hospital," she started as I got in and strapped in my seatbelt. "So I'll drop you off at home and I'll direct you about the details later." She told. I nodded and relaxed.

"I never had such a long flight before, I'm seriously exhausted." I commented.

"Would you like to eat something?" she enquired. I shook my head and slumped into my seat and closed my eyes. "No thank you. I just want to rest now." I sighed and rubbed my forehead to dissipate the rising headache. 

"OF course. You must be tired after such a long journey." she stated and turned on the air conditioner. The cold air of the AC really helped me to relax.

"Hmm," I folded my arms across my chest and tried to relax. Amber started the car and soon we left the airport. It was considerably small as compared to JFK.

As the city came into view, I have to admit I was quite shocked-- it wasn't how I imagined karachi. The streets were small and designed in a disorderly manner. There was gar age lining the sidewalks and people begging and litter everywhere.

"Not how you imagined, huh?" Amber said.

I swallowed hard. Suddenly I ran out of words as cold sweat began to rise on my forehead.

"N-no not at all. Its okay." I tried with a small smile. She kept her eyes on the road but I could tell easily that she wasn't buying it. "Okay."

As we passed by, the road and location became a lot better. It was cleaner and more green around this part.

"This is Shara-e-Faisal road. Its named after king Faisal of Saudi Arabia. My apartment is around this road." She told enthusiastically. I nodded and closed my eyes.

After ten more minutes of driving, the  car came to a stop. I opened my eyes and sat up straight. I noticed we were in an underground parking lot. Amber got out and went on to open the trunk to get my luggage.

"No its okay I got this," I rushed to get my back from her. I know it must be heavy since Amber had difficulty taking it out.

She led me to a small elevator. Once we were in, she pushed the button for the eleventh floor.

We were silent during the slow ascend of the elevator to our destination. When the elevator stopped on the eleventh floor, there were two doors adjacent to one another. Amber proceeded to open the right one.

"Welcome to your new home." She claimed and gestured for me to enter. I entered and crossed a small loby into a lounge that had a small sofa set and a coffee table. Amber switched on the lights. I placed my bags in the floor near sofa.

"The kitchen is to your left. The master bedroom is in the corner right and near it is my study. You can go and freshen up, I'll fix something for you to eat." She said. I nodded and took my stuff to the bedroom. It was a small yet cozy-- there a large double bed in the middle in front of dark  curtained window. With the carpet the same dark color as the curtain, it made the room look simple yet chiq. There was also a large flat screen LCD television hanging from the wall opposite the bed. I found the bathroom on the adjacent side of the bed.

I quickly took off my clothes and took my toiletries bag in the bathroom. The bathroom was small and white tiled. I climbed under the shower and turned on the water. The cold water helped to untie the knots in my back. I took my shampoo and lathered my hair and washed it away quickly. I felt refreshed after this. I wrapped a large towel around my torso and got out. I opened my suitcase and took out my comfortable sweatpants and a grey t shirt.  After putting on my clothes, i collapsed in the bed. It was pretty hard. But i was so terribly tired that i didn't care and within seconds i dosed off. 

I don't know when I woke up but I did and I felt well rested. I sat up straight and stretched my limbs. Yawning lightly, my eyes glanced at the wall clock—it was 7 pm. I got up and staggered towards the bathroom. After freshening up, I made my way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. It was a small and simple kitchen with cabinets and shelves and a small refrigerator. I noticed a small yellow sticky note on the door of the fridge. It stated;

Needed at the hospital. Will try to get back early. There's food in the fridge please help yourself.

Amber.

I smiled. How thoughtful of her. Indeed there was a sandwich waiting for me in the fridge. I took it to the microwave but I got confused as to how this thing would work. There wasn't any start button just a dial. That's when my ears detected the sound of the main door opening.

"Asalam Alaikum and good evening," she said as she entered the kitchen and placed some shopping bags on the counter—she was dressed in her white coat and her head was lightly covered by a black cloth.

"Here, let me," she came forward and started the microwave. I sighed with relief. "You're a life saver. I'm practically starving now." I said, my voice sounded hoarse so I cleared my throat. She passed me a glass of cold water. I smiled and took it.

"You eat up, I have some stuff to take care of. I'll catch up with you later tonight." She claimed and swiftly left. I raised a confused brow in her direction. Shouldn't she be giving me tour of the condo?

Oh well. I ate my sandwich which was very delicious. And then I started to get myself acquainted to my new surroundings. The apartment was small but cozy. It was fine to accommodate two people. Amber was in her study and I didn't think to bother her then. The terrace held a nice view of the city's main streets. But I was beginning to miss New York. Speaking of which, I needed to text Gran that I safely made it to Pakistan.

I went back to the bedroom and texted her. I took out my laptop and began to sort out a few things when through my peripheral vision, I caught the door open and there stood amber. Whatever was in my hands fell on the bed as my eyes held the sight in front of me.

Leaning against the door frame, she was dressed in black lingerie that left her arms and legs bare. With pencil heels adorning her feet, she stood gracefully. Her raven black hair was hanging loosely down her bare shoulder while her face was covered in makeup—eyes with light smoky color that made them look bigger and her small lips were painted red that made them look pouty.

I swallowed hard—she looked breath taking. She was nothing like the simple doctor that I married rather she looked like an exquisite latina babe.

Slowly, she took graceful steps towards me. I felt my legs shake. That's unusual—I have always been confident around women because of my lecherous past but even now I pride myself for it but despite that I feel nervous around the boldness of my wife.

And what's more, I felt myself go hard on her slow torturous movements.

Placing her small hands on my shoulders, she leaned closer to my ear. "Are you ready?" she whispered and without a second thought, I took her in my arms and our lips collided in a bruising kiss.

salam guys,

so sorry for the late update but i will try to update more often from now. okay so the thing that i want to relate to u guys is that this story is different from my other stories as it will contain mature 17+ scenes.....y'know, the ones that happen between couples and they will be detailed so i will mark a (M) with the chanpters that will contain such scenes so its upto u whether u read them or not.

thank u 

until the next update which is a (M) chapter so be prepared.