🖤

Teri nazron ne dil ka kiya jo hashar
Asar ye hua
Ab in mein hi doobke ho jaaun paar
Yehi hai dua

"MashAllah, kitni pyaari lag rahi ho, ekdum pari ke jese", Inaya gleamed glancing at her reflection in the mirror when Mrs. Baig complimented her. She wore a formal emerald green dress that reached her knees. A golden sharara beneath. Her features enhanced by the soft make-up. Elegant studs in her ear, appealing with the outfit.
(MashAllah! You look so pretty, just like an angel.)

"Bari bibi bari bibi", Inaya looked around as the helping hand hurried towards them.

"Kia hua? Asfandayr aa gaya?", Mrs. Baig inquired.
(What happened? Is Asfandyar here?)

"Nahi bibi abhi to nahi aaye, wo barey sahab apko bula rahe", Mrs. Baig frowned at that.
(No, he isn't here yet but bare satan is calling you.)

"Had hai is larkey ke, pehle to shaadi ke dusre din kisko kam aata hai ye pooche banda aur upar se adhi rat ho gayi iski koi khabar nahi", Inaya fumbled her fingers taking another glimpse in the mirror. Asfandyar had left after having breakfast with them, he had something important to handle which wasn't feasible from home. Mrs. Baig had shown her complete disregard at that but he had affirmed.
There was a dinner party for the two of them at their relatives. She peeped at the clock that struck 9:00. They were supposed to leave at 8.
(This boy! I don't understand what work he had on the second day of marriage! It's almost dark and there is no sign of him.)

"Mene Arif sahab ko kaha bhi tha nahi janey dein issey lekin jesa baap wesa hi beta haim, kam aur bas kam", Inaya smiled at that. Asfandyar's mother was cute. She had spent most of her day with her.
(I told Asif Sahab not to let him go but how did I forget. Like father like son, work and only work is their priority.)

"Anti aap pareyshan nahi hon, apki tabiyat wese bhi theek nahi", Inaya spoke addressing her.
(Don't worry Auntie, it's not good for your health.)

"Kese pareyshan nahi hun beta, itna irresponsible to nahi tha Asfandyar", she grabbed her phone from the dressing table.
(How can I not worry? Asfandyar was never so careless.)

"Phone bhi band hai", she repeated trying to call him.
(His phone is also off.)

"Ho sakta phone ki charging khatam gayi ho unkey", she tried to pacify Mrs. Baig. A pit of wariness building in her stomach hearing her words.
(Maybe the battery of his phone died?)

"Bibi jee! Barey Sahab bol rahey jaldi aayen! W..wo wo jee chotey Sahab ne phone kiya", the helping hand interrupted once again. The hastiness in her expression making both of them share a glance.
(Bibi jee! Barry Sahab is asking you to come quick, Chotey Sahab called just now.)

___________

"Accident?"

"Asfandyar ka? Kia hua? theek to hai mera beta?", Mrs. Baig exclaimed staring at her husband. Inaya's eyes widened hearing that. Accident?
(Asfandyar's accident? What happened? Is my son alright?)

"Pareyshani ki baat nahi, theek hai wo, minor sa accident tha, dressing karwa kar ghar aa raha hai, meri baat ho gayi usey"

"Ya Allah kher! Mene kaha tha kia zarorat thi bhejne ki usko!", she sat down on the sofa holding her head.
(There is no need to worry, he's fine, just had a minor accident, he'll be back after getting a dressing.)
(Ya Allah kher! I told you not to send him!)

"Bilkul theek hai wo, abhi thori der me ghar bhi aa raha, tumhe is liye bataya ke uske aaney pe shor nahi karne lag jana, apni tabiyat ka khayal karo"  Inaya gaped as she saw Mr. Baig sitting beside Mrs. Baig and took her hand in his.
(He's alright, he'll be home in a while, I am notifying you so you wouldn't panic as he arrives home, you need to take care of your health.)

"Apni galti nahi maneya ga aap bas!", Mrs. Baig spoke looking at her husband who just smiled in response. Inaya noticed how alike Asfandyar was to his father. Same blue eyes and dark hair.
(Why don't you ever accept your mistake?)

"Acha ab tum gussa to nahi karo, tabiyat bigar jaaye gi"

"Meri adhi tabiyat to apki wajeh se hi bigarti hai", Inaya chuckled looking at them. They looked lovely.
(Acha don't get angry, you need to look after your health.)
(The main reason for my ill health is you, Arif Sahab!)

"Inaya beta dekh rahi hain aap, kesi bat kar rahi hai ye mere se", Mr. Baig said looking at Inaya. Inaya glimmered seeing him complain in a joyful tone.
(Inaya beta you see how she's speaking to me?)

"Bachi ko ku beech me la rahey hain, apki harqatein-"

"Chotey Sahab aa gaye baji!", before she could finish her sentence Rashida announced and Mrs. Baig stood up instantly giving a glare to Mr. Baig who shrugged laughing.
(Why are you bringing her in-)
(Chotey Sahab is here baji!)

Inaya mumbled a prayer for his well-being. She hoped he wasn't much hurt.

____________

"Ami I'm perfectly fine, ap pareyshan nahi hon", Asfandyar ensured for the umpteenth time.
(Ami I'm perfectly fine, don't worry.)

"Mai andhi nahi hun, ye dekho kitni chot lagwa li hai tumne", Asfandyar grumbled inwardly. His head was already bursting from the impact of medicine and his mother was unknowingly making it terrible.
(I'm not blind, look how hurt you are!)

"It's just a sprint Ami, halka sa tissue damage hua hai bas, It'll heal in a week. Aap zyada nahi sochein", he took a subtle breath and replied glancing at his injured arm covered with a splint.
(It's just a sprint Amj, slight tissue damage, It'll heal in a week, don't worry yourself.)

"Amna utho, chalo room mein, aaram karne do usko bhi, dekh liya na theek hai bilkul", Mr. Baig spoke assessing his son. He seemed tired.
(Get up Amna, let's go, he needs rest. Do you not see he's okay.)

"Lekin-"

"Amna!", Mr. Baig held her hand causing Mrs. Baig to stop.

"Inaya beta Asfandyar ko room me le jao, medicine bhi khila dena please, mujhe pata hai khud nahi lega", she said softly and Asfandyar finally looked at his left.
Eyes failing to blink as he took in her delicate features. She had her worried eyes on him as she fidgeted her fingers. He had completely forgotten she was standing there.
She tucked low her head as soon as he stared her way.
He analyzed her from head to toe. She looked astonishing. For a second he felt the discomfort vanish as he gazed at her.
(Inaya take Asfandyar to the room. Don't forget to make him take the medicine, he won't do that himself.)

"J..jee anti", she mumbled getting anxious by his gaze.

"Ap bhi rest karein ab, bilkul theek hun mai", he said slowly, eyes still on Inaya.
(Y..yes Anti.)
(You should rest too, I'm fine.)

"Chalein?", he stood up after his father and mother had left for their room. Inaya evened out her breath as she saw him taking slow steps towards her direction.

"Chalein? hmm?", he recounted elevating her chin with his thumb and forefinger while Inaya struggled to reply.
(Let's go? Hmm?)

"Jee", she managed to speak, her eyes wandering around the lounge as she abstained from looking at him.
(Yes.)

"Don't you think you should help your injured husband?", Asfandyar polled when she didn't move an inch.

"Jee?"

"You heard that", he snickered looking at her confused face but stopped as realization dawned upon him. A minute before he wished to hit the bed as soon as possible and now he was having his time teasing her. She really was something. He looked at her unsettled form.

"I guess no?", he asserted when she kept looking at him, with a troubled look.

"I asked won't you help me, Mrs. Alam?", he pointed towards his leg and Inaya scrunched her brows. What did he mean?

"I didn't just hurt my arm, my leg is also injured", he spoke taking a step and Inaya looked at him in shock.

"Abhi to aa..p-"

"Ami pareyshan ho jatin, is liye nahi bataya"

"Zyada c..hot aayi hai kiya?", Inaya asked anxiously and Asfandyar smiled at her concern.

(But y..you-)
(Ami would worry that's why I didn't tell her.)
(Is I..it bad?)

"Nahi zyada to nahi hai..lekin han, khudi se chalney me bohot mushkil hogi", he pointed towards the stairs and Inaya wheezed at his words.
(No, not that much, but it'll hurt if I'll walk.)

"Is liye-"

"Is liye?", Inaya asked glimpsing into his smiling eyes.

"Itna durr ku kharin ho, thora qareeb aao", Asfandyar frowned ignoring her question whereas Inaya looked at him in surprise. She hadn't taken a step. It was him who came close then moved away.
(Therefore-)
(Therefore?)
(Why are you standing so far? Come closer.)

"Idhar to aao na", she gulped as he called her again, forwarding his hand. What was with him? He was not like the Asfandyar she knew, who kept a straight face 24/7. The Asfandyar in front of her was always finding ways to smile.
(Just come here.)

"Inaya?", she took menacing in his direction when he took her name. A muffled scream left her as he pulled her towards himself, the free arm wrapping around her shoulder.

"Ese karte hain madad", he smirked looking at her flustered plus shocked face.
(This is how you help.)

"Zojah?", he took her arm and wrapped it around his waist, pulling her closer, " mujhe sambhal lein", he warned bringing her out of the trance.
(Wife, hold me.)

He squeezed her shoulder and smiled putting his head in her hair, taking a light sniff.

"Shall we?", he placed his lips on her hair causing Inaya's heart to thump against her chest. She tightened her arms around his torso as she felt his weight on her.

_____________

"Am I heavy?", he inquired innocently as she puffed resting a hand on her chest.

Inaya looked at his huge form sitting against the bed rest.
Heavy? She thought his burden would've just crushed her. What did he eat to have a body like that?

Asfandyar chuckled at her expressions. He was noticing her the whole time she attempted to bear less than half of his weight. He had been careful not to put his whole weight on her. She was so small that he feared she would fall.

"Bolein?", he inquired again. He had come to know she loved to think rather than speak. But he wished for his wife to talk.
(Speak.)

"N..nahi", she mumbled lowering her gaze and Asfandyar hummed glancing at her mehendi adorned hands.
(No.)

"Idhar bethein", she skimmed as he patted the space beside him on the bed.

"W..wo-"

"Maine kaha idhar aayen", he repeated, hardness lacing his tone. She gulped moving forward and stopped near him.
(Sit here.)
(I said come here.

"Beth jao", she looked as he patted the space again. Inaya strumbled at that. The space was so close to him.

"Beth jao ka matlab beth jao, isme itna sochne wali kiya baat thi", he groaned pulling her hand and she lost her balance, falling beside him.
(Sit.)
(Sit means you have to sit, what was there to think about?)

"Thi kiya?", he questioned opening the fist of her hand causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach.

"Hmm?", she looked at his questioning eyes that demanded an answer. She nodded her head slowly and his lips curled up slightly but he was quick to cover that.
(Was there?)

"Ishare karne ko nahi kaha jawab dene ko kaha hai", he said clasping her hand and she lowered her head instantly. His passionate gape was enough to puzzle her and now his closeness was confusing her even more.
(I didn't ask you to nod, I want an answer.)

"J..jee", she whispered.

"Awaz nahi aayi", he said rubbing circles in her palm with his thumb.

"Jee", she said, a bit louder this time.
(Y..es.)
(I didn't hear.)
(Yes.)

"Hmm, how was your day?", he questioned bringing her hand to his mouth and she trembled as he placed a feathery kiss on her palm, his stubble tickling slightly.

"Th..theek t..tha", she spoke with difficulty, eyes in her lap. They were sitting so near that their thighs almost brushed.
(It w..was okay.)

"What did you do?"

"Uh..wo a..anti ke sath time s..spend kiya", she replied tucking pieces of her hair behind her ear with the freehand.
(Uh..wo I s..spent the day with anti.)

"Aur?", he encouraged placing her hand in his lap, her fingers intertwined with his own.
(And?)

"K..kuch bhi nahi", she answered taking a glance at his face. He had his head rested against the head-board. His eyes were now closed. She kept staring at his face. The cut on his jaw was a lot better. But his left arm covered with the sprint made her frown. She remembered he had to take his medicine. He was already in his casuals so he didn't need to change. She built up her courage to speak but sighed failing every attempt. The way his thumb stroked her hand was enough to waver her emotions.
(Nothing.)

"A..aap wo..um apko medicine n..nahi leni?", she spoke when he didn't budge even after a whole of five minutes.

"Sar me dard ho raha hai", she watched as he spoke slowly, eyes still closed.
(Don't y..you need to take the m..medicine?)
(I have a headache.)

"M..mai medicine le kar aati-", she hadn't even completed her sentence when his next words dilated her eyes,

"Mera sar daba do", Asfandyar spoke calmly.
(I'll bring t..the medicine.)
(Massage my head.)

"I..I um-"

"Please, Hayati", she tugged her lower lip under her teeth and glanced at his beautiful face. There was a scowl on his forehead, he seemed in pain.

Inaya thought for a moment then scooted a bit closer to him. She tried to free her right hand from his hold but he tightened his grip making her gulp.

"You have your other hand", he said smoothly.

Unhurriedly, she reached out for his forehead, moving away the thick strands falling on it. She ran her soft fingers on his frown and Asfanyar relaxed instantly. She peeked at his closed eyes, long lashes fell on his cheeks. Removing his scowl she started to massage his head, slowly.

Asfandyar hummed in bliss as he felt her delicate fingers massage his head. The touch was so soft that he felt his pain elevate instantly. He just realized how tired he saw. Her rose scent engulfed him and a beautiful smile broke out on his lips. In not less than ten minutes he found himself drowsing. Her touch was magical.

Inaya gasped in surprise when Asfanyar moved away suddenly and placed his head in her lap. She peeked at his head placed in her lap with an open mouth, her heart picking pace. She stiffened as he made himself comfortable, shuffling slightly.

"Continue", Inaya squinted when he asked her to continue.

She took a second to compose herself then placed her hand on his head again, gradually massaging. She kept doing that until she heard his soft snores. Inaya ran her fingers through his thick hair and smiled. He looked so different in his sleep, just like a teenager who had exhausted himself then hit the bed. Her eyes fell on his lips, so full and smooth.

'Can I kiss you?', his words ran in her mind and she shivered at the bizarre sensation building inside her.
She lightly brushed his cheekbone with her fingers. Her hand moved to his beard and she ran her fingers through his stubble, ever so lightly. How many times she had wished to this? She smiled looking at her handsome man.

Inaya ceased when she felt him shifting a bit, her breath hooked as he turned his face towards her stomach, wrapping his right hand around her waist. She could feel his warm breath on her stomach, the thin cloth of her dress failing to provide a barrier.

She fretted when she saw his injured arm under him. That would hurt. She tried to turn him but he was so strong, he didn't even sway.

"Asf..sunein?", Inaya mumbled politely.

"Sunein?", she put her hand on his shoulder, shaking lightly but stopped instantly when he groaned.
(Listen.)

Inaya waited for a minute then tried again, she held his arm around her waist, attempting to unwrap it. After about ten minutes she was finally able to move his hulk of a muscular body. She placed his head on the bed carefully and stood up.

Asfandyar grimaced in his sleep but Inaya patted his shoulder and he relaxed. She smiled at that. She looked at his elegant features that made her heart thump against her chest. She twirled around abruptly, she needed to change.

She was about to enter the dressing room when someone knocked on the door. She glanced at Asfandyar's sleeping face and walked to open the door. It was their helping hand on the door.

"Bibi jee ye driver de kar gaya, chotey sahab gari me hi bhool aaye", Rashida smiled forwarding the bouquet in her hands. Inaya looked down at the stunning bouquet of pink roses.
(Bibi jee, driver brought these, young master left them in his car.)

"Ye? kon laya ye?"

"Chotey Sahab laaye honge aapke liye", Rashida gleamed causing Inaya's heart to flutter, "chotey sahab ki gari me they."

(Who bought these?)
(Young master would have bought these for you, they were in his car.)

Inaya stared at the fresh roses on her hands with a smile and closed the door when Rashida left. Did he buy them for her? She looked at Asfandyar for a second then placed the bouquet on the dressing table.

___________________

"Who is it?!", Inaya stiffened holdng her breath as he groaned getting annoyed. Inaya had just changed and was now trying to make place for her on the bed. He was spread across the bed leaving a very little space for her. She could easily fit in the place but she feared she might hurt his wounds in her sleep, therefore, she was trying to move him to one impossible side. He was so big, how could her frail figure move his muscular form.

She took a breath of relief as he shifted to one side himself making things easy for her. She cautiously laid down beside him and peeked at his sleeping face. His features would turn hard as if he were seeing a dream. She examined as he turned his face towards her direction, shifting a bit closer to her. She laid still.

Her heart twitched and she found her fingers smoothing the frown on his forehead even before she could think. His features softened instantly and a soft snore escaped his mouth making her smile. She could stare at his sleeping face her whole life. He looked so worthy, so beautiful.

She scooted a bit closer and placed her lips on his forehead, her heart a beating mess. She closed her eyes savouring the moment as his musk scent calmed her. She moved back instantly as she realised what she had done. She twirled to the other side and placed her hand on her chest. Her heart was beating with an unknown pace, her cheeks flushed and a small smile graced her lips.

_____________

Inaya hummed rubbing her eyes and was about to turn around when she comprehended something. Someone engulfing her from behind, a hand on her stomach.
She shivered as the warm breath fanned her neck. He was close. He was so very close that she could feel whiffs of his breath hitting the side of her neck as his arm kept her in place. She stayed still for a minute in order to normalise her heartbeat then held his arm on her stomach with shaky hands. The last thing she wanted was him waking up and finding her in such an embarrassing situation. After trying a few times she gulped closing her eyes, every time she would try to remove his hand he would tighten his hold in return.

It was not possible to get off his hold. She sighed holding her breath. Her body was heated up from their proximity. His hard front plastered with her back, robust arm on her stomach and soft breath hitting her neck.  Her cheeks reddened when she relished his innocent touch.

But the very next moment her eyes shot open thinking about his accident. Shit! He was hurt. He was supposed to lie down straight. Why was he so careless?
She frowned making a very keen attempt to remove his strong arm from her.

"What is it?!", Asfandyar exclaimed as he sensed movement around him. He wanted to sleep a bit more. His body ached. The effect of injection was gone. The pain returning. He groaned pulling Inaya closer to him, and dipped his head in her neck. Smoke Rose. That worked well to divert his mind. He hummed squeezing her soft figure. A smile gracing his hard features when he sensed her slight shiver. She was awake.

Asfandyar had woke around midnight feeling a sharp pain in his head. He had forgotten to take the painkiller. Making slight effort he had got up from the bed and took the medicine. After freshening up he had returned to the bed and noticed Inaya curled up on the corner of the bed, the silk sheets covering her wholly. Her face towards him. She looked angelic even in her sleep. He glinted taking a glimpse of her breath-taking features, a small pout adorning her rosy lips. He lied down taking her lips in focus. The strange urge returning. His breath hitching as she pouted when the stray strands came on her face.
He was quick to get rid of the scowl as he tucked the piece of hair behind her ear.
He caressed the skin below her ear and she relaxed visibly making him grin. A day with her and he was already out of his shell.

His heart thumped against his chest as he stared at her dewy lips. Eyes moving to the teasing mole, just beneath her lower lip. The dim lights enhancing her features. Giving in to the call of his heart he scooted closer and placed his warm lips on the mole, brushing softly.

His eyes fluttered close on their own as the softness of her skin clouded his senses. He never knew a mere act like this could satisfy him to this extent. Her skin were so soft, so fresh. He groaned inwardly at the indecent thoughts entering his mind and moved back.

He saw as she squirmed lightly and turned her back towards him. Asfandyar stayed still for a moment then removed the sheets covering her frail figure and pulled her back, into his chest. His movement was computed so she wouldn't wake.

He pulled the sheets back and wrapped his arm around her stomach, putting his head in her hair. It felt so good to have her in his arms that he couldn't afford to miss any chance. He felt fantastic in the proximity of his timid zojah.

"Good Night Hayati", he murmured placing a delicate kiss on her hair.
He was never a fanatic of demonstrating affection but she had swerved the tables.

__________

"Sleep a bit more", Inaya munched her lip hearing his rasp. The morning voice was ten folds intense causing her stomach to flip.

"I..um want to u..se the restroom" Inaya spoke regaining her lost composure. She waited for a second awaiting his reply but he didn't move. She wished for him to lie down straight, otherwise, his arm won't heal soon.

"Go", Inaya shuddered as he placed a soft kiss just below her ear and moved back, pulling away from his arm. She stood up hastily and disappeared into the dressing room. Colour shimmered her cheeks as she caressed the skin below her ear, appreciating the sweet sensation.

Asfandyar chuckled attending to her retreating figure. She was so fucking lovable. Not to mention her shyness. Not that he abhorred it. It made her look more alluring and pure. His pure zojah. He beamed closing his eyes.

__________

"Theek hai bhejwan dein", Asfandyar kept the phone on the dressing table and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had just changed out of his casuals with great difficulty. The sprints on his arm hurt like bitch as he moved.
(Yes.)

"Agh", he groaned plopping on the sofa set placed on the corner of the room. Mrs. Baig had called and told him that she was going to send his breakfast in the room and he had to eat it.

He looked around and found the rose bouquet he had bought last night on the dressing table. He scowled finding them here. He had forgotten to take them out of his car after the accident occurred.
He had seen a little boy selling flower bouquets last night and the first person that flashed across his mind on seeing the pink roses was Inaya. He smiled remembering how she used to give pink roses to everyone when she was a child. Whenever he would go to meet Rafay she would give a rose to him. She was the only kid who would not find him scary. He chuckled at the thought. He would have never thought she would become his wife. Today was the opposite though, she acted as If there was nobody scarier than him. He sighed.

He shrugged taking his laptop placed on the table. He had work to do but his mother refrained him from leaving the house for at least two complete days. He couldn't even go to the University because of his accident. Asfandyar released an audible sigh thinking of the amount of work he'll need to complete shortly.

A minute had passed that he heard the door creak open. A subtle smile covered his face when Inaya entered the room, followed by their helping hand, a tray full of food in her hand.
He examined as she tumbled asking the helping hand to place the food in front of him. She had a violet dress cherishing her frail figure. The embroidered dupatta covering her silky hair. Face devoid of any artificial beauty. Silver bangles finalizing her minor preparation.

"Inaya?", Asfandyar called as he saw her leaving with the helping hand. Why did she avoid him so much? He frowned straightening on the leather couch.

"J..jee?"

"Idhar aayen", he called calmly and the helping hand left the room on his que. Inaya looked at his relaxed self and fixed her dupatta on instinct when his intent gape met her.
(Come here.)

"Jaldi", he patted the place besides him she was quick to react this while. Taking slow steps she reached him.

"Beth jao", she heeded and sat at a little space from him. After last night she knew one thing, he didn't like defiance or delay.
(Quick.)
(Sit.)

She felt her breath hitch as he scooted closer and sat right beside her, this way their bodies almost touched. The musk cologne hit her nostrils and she clutched together her hands in her lap.

"Nashta kiya?", her eyes widened on his question.

"Aapse hi poocha hai mohtarma", he repeated when she didn't reply.

"I..wo I was going to-"

"Han ya na mein jawab dena tha zojah", she tugged on the dress as she watched him place a paratha on the plate and put it in front of her. He was about to take out the omelet from the dish when she intervened making him turn to her.
(paratha-tortilla.)

"Wo..um aap kha lein mai a..bhi kuch der mein khaon gi", she spoke pushing the plate towards him and Asfandyar smiled. Zojah could speak a little.
He stilled as she took out an omelet and placed it before him. His eyes moving to her delicate wrists covered with the glass bangles. They clinked making the melodious sound reverberated as she proceeded. She shifted back after placing the food and took a glance at him. But looked away instantly when she found him gaping at her, inflicting a snort to escape his mouth.

"Do you want me to eat with my injured hand?", he asked gazing at her head tucked low, an attempt to hide from him. How much was she going to hide? He smirked thinking of ways to make her open up. This was the first thing he needed to do this while. Making his zojah speak.

Inaya looked at his face in confusion as he inquired.

"Feed me", her eyes enlarged on his next statement. She tugged on her lower lip as his continuous gaze made her anxious.

"I am waiting, Hayati", he spoke and pushed the plate back in front of her.

He tapped his fingers on the table and waited for a minute as she clutched the hem of her dress in her hands. He sighed brushing the tip of his nose when she didn't react.

"Did you not listen zojah?", he spoke placing his hand on her thigh making her yelp. Inaya blinked peeking at him and shuddered when her radiant hazels met his frigid eyes. The specks of gold enhancing the orbs.

"Go on", he said encouraging her and she swallowed staring at his hard eyes, lips straight. He seemed impatient.

She forwarded her hand towards the plate and made a little morsel. Her hands shaking all the while as he kept his calm hand on her thigh. Her heart thumped as she brought it near his face.

"Bring it closer", he spoke opening his mouth.

Before she could think he held her hand and brought it closer, taking the morsel in the mouth. Brushing his lips with her delicate fingers in the process. Inaya felt the blood rush her cheeks as his warm lips came in contact with her fingers. The hold on her shaky hand strong as ever.

This continued until the paratha finished. He would hold her hand in his and take the morsel in his mouth. Purposely brushing his lips with her fingers, licking a few times. Her cheeks would flush a shade darker and she would look away, hiding from him. Asfandyar found it amusing as she would squirm every time he would do that.

"Stop shying so much Zojah, you're going to feed me until I recover", finally when she though of a taking a breath of relief he had blasted a bomb on her. He didn't know what his closeness did to her. How difficult it had been for her to feed him sitting so close as he would occasionally tease her. She looked at him in shock and he just shrugged pointing towards his right arm.

"We can't move this right?"

🖤

-----------------------------------------
Hello and Asalam-u-Alaikum Sweethearts!

How are you all? I hope you're in your best spirits. May Allah bless you.

A long chapter for you guys! How was it? I hope you enjoyed reading. Don't forget to vote.💛

Ye Inaya annoying hai ke mujhe hi lag rahi? Abbey kuch bol bhi liya karo kabhi, Asfandyar ki patience kitna test karna hai aur?!!😩🥸🌞💅🏻

Bachi bohot hi sharmeli hai bhai kia karein.🥲😂🔪

Please remember Palestine in your prayers everyone. May Allah make it easier for our brothers and sisters, Ameen.🌻

تیری نظروں نے دل کا کیا جو ہشر، اسر یہ ہوا
faria001 ♥️🌻✨

Stay happy, stay safe.♥️

Keep Smiling!💛