As like before, she slept on the sofa and woke up from the beautiful voice of Azan «Prayer call», her slightly furrowed eyebrows relaxed as soon as the serene voice of Azan fell in her ears. She slowly sat up on the sofa and rolling her knuckles on her eyes out of habit she stood up from the bed.

Letting out a breath, she looked towards the bed and as usual the bed was empty. Daily when she wakes up at Fajr «prayer», Zaroon was always not in the room and by the time she starts offering her prayer, he comes back. She always offers her prayer under his intense eyes.

She hurriedly took a refreshing shower dressing herself in a saffon baby pink gown with loose plazo pants. She did ablution and as she didn't had time to dry her hairs, she walked out with her hairs open behind her back but the second she walked out, she stopped in her tracks in surprise as she saw him sitting on the sofa doing something on his phone.

But that was not the reason of her surprise, she was surprised to see him in white shalwar suit. His one leg folded on the other one as his back was bended forward, his front bangs were falling on his fair forehead while his eyes were crinkled ever so slightly as his pink lips were mumbling word by word something on his phone.

MashaAllah! He was very handsome!

This was the first time she saw him dressed a bit traditionally as he is always in a three piece suits. Maybe sensing her intense gaze, he looked up at her and there formed a clash between her gray slate eyes and his forest green jade eyes.

No words were exchanged, just peace spread across their room as their eyes were locked with one another. Feeling a bit breathless under his intense gaze, she averted her eyes down as her hold tightened around her duppata «Scarf»

He staggered from his posture as his gaze fell on her long wet hairs which were below her hips. His eyes flashed with astonishment as he was left dumbstruck for a whole minute. Unconsciously he stood up going towards her who took the prayer mat from the drawer and turned but he was already at a pin distance with her. He slightly leaned down and their lips were practically up close that anyone else looking at them will think otherwise, she self consciously shrunk back against the drawer.

But as she shrunk, he stepped forward fully invading her personal space. Her beautiful eyes were casted down as a fierce blush was glistening on her face and neck which made him gulp visibly. He pulled his hand up and just as he was going to touch her hairs, his magical trance was broken by her soft voice "I-i........"

She trailed off as he blew out a breath which seemed a bit frustrated but the second his hot breath hit her face more specifically her lips, she sucked in a deep breath going breathless.

He took a deep breath before picking the other prayer mat from behind her and took 2 steps back creating a appropriate space between them. For the first time he felt that he couldn't conquer something......he felt lost!

He gave her a last glance before laying the prayer mat, he stood on the prayer mat but for some reason he didn't started praying. He was waiting.......waiting for her who stood dumbfounded on her place.  He patiently waited for a whole minute before turning to look at her "What are you waiting for"? His voice was still distant but the hint of warmness in it was very evident in his tone.

His voice was enough to make her come out of her trance and she hurriedly wrapped a shawl on her head covering her hairs properly and laying her prayer mat a bit behind him, she stood on the prayer mat but she was yet to realize that her hairs were open.

This was the second time they were offering the prayer together and first time was on their wedding night but the peace, the solace, the calm, the unanimity, the treaty they both felt today was something that they didn't felt on their first night. It was as if their souls were replenished.

After offering the prayer, she quietly took the Holy Book «Quran Pak» from the upper shelf and sat down on the sofa reciting Holy Book in her mouth. As Zaroon went in his closet room, she started to recite a bit aloud and when again she sensed him coming back, she started to recite in her mouth.

He squinted his eyes mysteriously at her "Recite aloud" His voice came out as a command but in actual it was a hidden request. She pursed her lips in a thin line as her fingers curled in agitation as her heart took a deep leap in that mere second. As her eyes were casted down so he didn't saw her sparkling eyes and the contentment swirling in her cloudy eyes.

She started reciting Holy Book «Quran Pak» loudly while he sat beside her on the sofa closing his eyes sitting straight against the sofa. For 1 whole hour she recited and he listened quietly with his eyes closed.

As she closed the Holy Book, she cautiously turned to look at him and her lips curled up as she saw his closed eyes and relaxed expressions but he opened his eyes that second making her avert her eyes instantly.

She stood up hurriedly and placing the Holy Book on the highest shelf, she undid her shawl and picking her duppata «Scarf» she realized something, Her hairs!

Her hands instantly went to her hairs and she widened her eyes and instantly turned to look at him who already had his intense eyes set on her. A sly smirk pulled up at his lips as he stood up walking towards her. His every step stirred her core nerves sending thunders straight to her heart.

Unconsciously she started to take her steps backward which only widened his smirk and he strided towards her taking big steps. In that time her back was against the wall but Zaroon held her hand and softly dragged her in the vanity room.

He made her stand infront of the full length mirror and stood behind her wrapping his arms around her petite waist. She was stiff in his caged embrace as their eyes were locked with eachother.

He snuggled in her wet hairs inhaling her fresh jasmine fragrance mumbling sensually "You have beautiful hairs" He kissed her hairs as he pushed all her hairs to her left shoulder and again placed a soft kiss on her milky neck. Her hold tighten on his arm as she closed her eyes letting out a rough breath.

His soft touch of lips trailed all over her neck before going up at her ear biting her earlobe seductively "Ahh....." A soft moan left her lips which felt music to Zaroon's ears.

He deeply sighed before putting his chin on her right shoulder looking at her in the mirror and snaked his free arm through her waist trapping her close to himself. She was a bit breathless and with her closed eyes she unconsciously put her head back against him for a support. Her flushed face and ragged breathing made him curl his lips against her shoulder.

Her single touch always left him crave for more. Her sweet scent always make him nearly insane and her innocence filled eyes always makes him loose control. He really tries to control himself not to go around her but he always gets himself close to her.

Nowadays he was very confused with his own thoughts. He very well knew why he married her and he really tries to stay away from her but he didn't know what invisible force is in her which attracts him so much to her.

For the first time his heart was standing against his own decision.......his decision of vengeance. Every time he feels anger and snaps at her, he always feels guilty, a regret which he had never felt before.

Every f*cking time when he hurts her, he wanted to kill himself. Her accusing gaze, her sorrow filled eyes leaves him in anger and despair.

Maybe......just maybe he could try loving her.