It was past midnight when Ruhena woke up. She let out a frustrated sigh because she woke up due to a irrelevant dream and slowly sat up on the sofa. Her gaze unknowingly wandered to the bed and a frown appeared on her beautifully trimmed eyebrows as she saw the bed empty.

She slowly stood up from the sofa and walked towards the terrace. Her frown deepened when she didn't found Zaroon there and coming back in the room she picked up her phone to see the time, it was 2:23 AM to be exact.

She checked the washroom, closet room but he was nowhere to be found. It wasn't like he ever told her where he was going and even sometimes he spent nights Allah knows where but today for the first time she felt the need to know. She wanted to know where he was!

She was wearing a simple white long shirt and trouser and picking her organza net type Duppata «Scarf» she walked out. All the bodyguards outside the room bowed in respect as 1 of them who looked like an leader asked politely "How can we help you Her Highness"?

Everyone calling her 'Her Highnesses' is still so new to her but she is trying her best to adapt to this new identity of hers. She inwardly took a deep breath and asked them softly "Where is Zaroon"? This was the first time she called his name without stuttering.

"The last we checked His Highness was in his study room" The man answered her politely but his voice came out stern and hard. His height was way too tall that Ruhena took him as a giant for a second.

Her hyperactive nerves calmed down at his words as she asked him politely "Can you guide me to the study room"? She don't know why but at this moment all she wanted was to see him "Always at your service Her Highness"? He sternly replied and gestured her to walk ahead. She slightly nodded and started walking. The man walked beside her at a step distance while other several bodyguards followed behind.

Stopping at the wide and antique door of study room, she was going to knock the door when she stopped midway. Should she knock or not? He told her to behave confidently and show all of them her rightful place. She was his wife and technically she don't need to knock on the door before entering but never in her whole life she entered someone's private place without knocking.

She pursed her lips as she inwardly took a sigh before knocking on the door. She can't enter without knocking, it was against her morals and principles. She heard a faint come in and twisting the doorknob she walked in. She instantly took a deep breath which she didn't knew she was holding as soon as she saw him sitting on the chair while his hands were furiously working on the keyboard of his laptop.

The study was dark and just a dim light of his laptop screen and shine of moon was radiating through the open window where curtains were swaying softly with the wind blowing outside. In this darkness this was what she saw but for him, she was the only one light radiating brightly against his darkness.

Quietness spread across as their eyes clashed together meeting in a sync. Dressed in a white dress with her overly fair skin complimenting her naturally flushed face, she was looking ethereally stunning, a angel directly from heaven.

Meeting his immensely deep gaze, all the courage she had gathered before went down the drain as she started fidgeting her fingers in nervousness. She opened her mouth to speak something but nothing came out because she didn't knew what to voice out actually. She felt that she was tongue tied at his single glance.

"Come here!" He commanded ever so softly that her heart felt ripples down her nerves. Although she was nervous but her feet itself followed his command as she let herself get lost in his emerald green eyes. He is very handsome but his eyes are the most beautiful feature of his face, just out of this world.

As she stood infront of him, she slightly gasped as she was pulled right in his lap, wrapped under his left arm around her back while he unclasp her clip from his right hand only to let her hairs fall back like a waterfall. She widened her eyes as she blinked innocently looking at his jaw which was only a pin apart from her face.

Satisfied with his work he gazed down at her as he pushed away her hairs placing them behind her ear "Why did you knock"? He asked in his usual cold voice as he arched his one eyebrow at her "Huh"? A slow whisper left her cherry lips but instantly felt embarrassed at her tone of voice. Her voice was unusually pleasant yet sensual!

He was notified the very next second when she stepped out of the room and unknowingly his frozen heart started to beat wildly at the single thought of her being worried for him. He was waiting for her and frowned when she knocked at the door to get his permission.

He knows it was basic manners to knock first and anyone if beside her and his family comes without permission, then the punishment would be surely severe but he didn't liked her getting permission to enter his own study. The thing he forgot was, he never gave her a reason to embrace him fully where a wife gets unconditional trust and support from her husband.

He never gave her a sense of accepting him as hers! Although he was trying from a few days but that was not enough to fill the gap between them which he dug himself.

"You don't need to knock or get permission to enter my territory" His deep throaty voice resounded in the study room to which she slightly nodded her head with a very small smile adorning her lips "Why did you come"? He asked and she instantly averted her eyes down in her lap "I........" She trailed off because she don't know what she was supposed to tell him.

When she kept quiet he voiced out huskily against her ear "Then lets go" He was going to pick her up in a bridal style when she abruptly placed her hand in his chest stopping him "You should complete your work, i will go back to the room" Her soft yet meek voice was heard clear cut in his ears. A beautiful blush was adorning her delicate cheeks as a charming yet attractive rosiness was spread across her neck and ears.

She was going to stand up from his lap when he slightly tightened his hold on her waist trapping her completely in his arms and softly placed her head against his chest where his heartbeat seemed irregular at the moment "Stay here, i will be done in few minutes"

The black T-shirt he was wearing right now seemed nonexistence to her because she could feel his hardened chest against her body. Letting out a soft breath, she nodded her head and her grayish pearls started roaming here and there while he started to type something from his right hand while his left arm securely wrapped around her waist.

Her eyes sparkled in amazement as she saw that this study room was more like a historic library where each and every corner of the room was filled with books. This is literally heaven! She made a mental note to take some of the books from here to read.

In no time, she didn't knew when she fell asleep sitting in his lap, he stopped typing when he felt that she was finally pulled in a deep slumber of sleep. His lips curled up in a wide smile as he saw her sleeping like a little kitten in his arms. She slightly stirred in his embrace and wrapped her left arm around his waist snuggling in his chest.

"Rooh!......Am i lusting over you or......." He trailed off as he temporarily got lost in his thoughts and placed a lingering kiss on her forehead before closing his laptop. He stood up carefully picking her up in a bridal style and walked out of the study room straight going towards their room with his bodyguards following behind.

Placing her on the bed, he covered her with the blanket and took off his T-shirt before laying on the bed beside her. He softly pulled her in his chest wrapping his arm around her waist. He knew he was the one to order her not to sleep on the bed and she did followed his command without questioning but after having her in his arms few minutes ago, he didn't wanted to let her go. Ever!

He smiled when he felt her snuggle her face against his bare muscled chest. An electric current of chill rustled down his spine at her physical contact with him. This was what he meant when he said, he craves her touch like a thirsty man in dessert craves for water.

Call him selfish for his supposed lustful desires but that was what he is. Extremely Possessive and dominating! He took a deep breath closing his eyes as he was pulled in the deep slumber of sleep in no time with her unique jasmine fragrance soothing his inner havoc of nerves.

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She slowly opened her eyes as the beautiful voice of Azan «Prayer call» fell in her ears. Clearing her blurred vision she instantly gasped as she came face to face with a bare chest and instantly snapped her head up at the intruder's face.

She inwardly took a sigh of relief when she saw Zaroon but nervousness took over all of her senses as her mind striked with the absurd assumptions. Why was she wrapped in his arms? How she is at bed in the first place? Was she sleep walking?

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realized that the man beside her had woken up and now looking down at her in amusement. She gulped as she tried to put his hand away from her waist but he tightened his hold on her waist pulling her closer.

She slightly gasped and cautiously looked up to meet his amused gaze as her hand was placed on his bare chest in a reflex action where she clearly felt his thumping heartbeat against her hand. She instantly pulled away her hand and tried to sat up but Zaroon kept his hold firm on her petite body.

"Stay for sometime then we will offer Fajr prayer together" His husky morning voice resounded in her ear making her blush in response for no reason at all. She kept quiet and closed her eyes as she felt him stroking his knuckles on her milky soft cheek.

After 15 to 20 minutes which felt like an eternity to both of them, he said in his deep throaty voice "Go freshen up then we will offer prayer" She innocently blinked her eyes at his words and literally ran towards the closet room as her body felt on fire.

A beautiful chuckle resounded in the room as he dazely gazed at her fading figure running in the closet room. She hurriedly picked a black dress and ran towards the bathroom. As expected she was scarlet red.

She hurriedly took a quick shower and walked out to see him sitting on the edge of bed waiting for her with clothes in his hand. He stood up and ruffled her wet hairs as he walk passed her.

She was dumbfounding at his action. Was he by any chance drunk in the morning? She blow-dried her hairs waiting for him and just as she was done he walked out dressed in a black kurta and trouser.

Her breath was hitched in her throat looking at him dressed like this. He looks extremely handsome in suits but dressed in kurta makes him exquisitely handsome.

Coming out of her trance she wrapped a shawl on her head cover her hairs and layed the prayer mats facing the 'Khana Kaba'. They both welcomed their morning offering prayer together and after prayer, he sat beside her listening her reciting Holy Book «Quran Pak» which was now their daily routine.

Her reciting, Him listening!