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Tere dil ke shehar mein, ghar mera ho gaya, ho gaya
Sapna dekha jo tumne, woh mera ho gaya, ho gaya
Doobe toh yun, jaise ho paar

Hona tha pyar, hua mere yaar
Hona tha pyar

"INAYA?!", Inaya's eyes shot open as she heard Mahrukh exclaim loudly. She was about to move away in a reflex but Asfandyar quickly pinned her against the nearest wall as he proceeded to relish her already swollen lips. Clasping her left hand to the wall he held her head in a rigid grip.

"Inaya?! Why did you lock the door? Andar ho tum?", she found it arduous to infer Mahrukh's word when she could sense his warm rough lips chiseling perfectly against her soft ones, her stomach rumbling with anticipation.
(Inaya?! Why did you lock the door? Are you inside?)

"Uhm", she stiffened a wail as he pulled away, with her bottom lip still between his teeth. Her hands clutched his shirt as he nibbled on the flesh and eventually exempted them from his vicious yet sweet clasp, not before placing a chaste kiss to soothe her.

"Inaya?! Mar gayi kiya? Darwaza ku nahi khol rahi? Jawab to dedo!", Inaya divulged a shaky breath as he rested his forehead against hers, brushing his lips to her little cherry nose.
(Inaya?! Are you dead? Why aren't you opening the door? At least give me an answer.)

"You're too irresistible, my zojah", he confided softly after she had attained her normal breath. She quivers open her heavy lids to come across his dreamy blues. Her gaze dropped to his mouth and her heart did a flip.
(My wife.)

There were glimmers of her lipstick on his smooth lips. She thanked herself for wearing matt otherwise the result would've been more hilarious. She was so occupied in gaping that a subtle tremor encased her body when his lips touched the mole below her lower lip.

"Ese nahi dekha karo, kitni bar kaha hai", he whispered against her soft skin, making her flush. It took her a moment to compose herself as he peppered the speck with open-mouthed kisses.
(How many times have I told you not to look at me like this?)

"Jab ese dekhtin hain to mere se sambhalna mushkil ho jata hai, zojah"

"A..asfand darwazey par k..koi hai", she muttered positioning her free hand on his chest, rendering a small attempt to shove his stringent frame which in turn made him scoot closer, letting their bodies touch insanely.
(It gets difficult to control when you look at me like this.)
(As..fandyar there's someone at the door.)

"I never knew my name could sound so tempting", she shivered as he fondled his nose just below her ear, placing calm kisses on the bare skin of her milky neck. Everything went hazy when she closed her eyes, embracing his tenderness, her hands griping on his collar.

Just as she was about to relinquish the last bit her eyes shot open, heeding to the shrill round resonate in her room.

"What the fuck is wrong with people and cell phones?!", she heard him groan as he shifted back growling, just after he had smooched the hollow of her neck.

"Can we just not go home?", he questioned incredibly making her flutter.

"phone?", she edged towards her phone and was about to stride when he grabbed it for her.
Her steps halted.

"What's wrong with this 'Dramebaaz'? Always ruining my mood", she heard him mumble with irritation.

"Band nahi karein-", Inaya hesitated when she saw he had already cut the call. She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip as he raised his brows in amusement, tucking her phone in his pants.
(Don't cut-)

"Wo..wo darwaze par thi, she must be w..worried", she stuttered unwantedly as he seized his prior posture. Coiling one arm around her waist, the other brushing her hair gingerly.
(She was at the door, she must be w..worried.)

"You're concerned about her zojah, what about me?", she heard his hum against her lips, his mild breath swiveling her legs Jell-O, "Aren't you worried about how I'm controlling myself?", her eyes flared close as he brushed their lips together, ever so lightly.

"How I'm controlling myself from ravishing that's mine?", her heart thumped and cheeks reddened at his assertive remark. A mere touch and she found herself wilting like a candle. She resisted herself from any activity when she felt him pester her with his breath, stroking her skin. She anticipated his lips but withered when he didn't move.

She peeked through her misty eyes and he was already staring at her. His eyes dark, which held her gaze affectionately.

"Stop me before I do something irrational, zojah", he mumbled twirling her hair strands in his finger, tugging barely.

"A..asfand", she breathed.

"Inaya", he murmured similarly, "you're making my heart sway", she gulped as he carried her hand to his chest, pressing a little.

"Do you feel what you do to me?", he queried as she squinted feeling his irrhythmic heartbeat under her hand.

"A..sfand p..please", she muttered trying to free her hand but almost wheezed as he joined their lips in a kiss. The moment their lips met she heard her phone ring again but Asfandyar stood unfazed, kissing her calmly. His hand clamping her waist, the other holding her head in place. She struggled to get away in between but Asfandyar held her near, in a firm hold. The phone went ringing and he kept exploring her ripe little mouth.

He only drifted back when he acknowledged that she wanted to breathe and her commotions had ceased.

Inaya found herself drain as she took a large whiff to regularize her heartbeat. Her mind practically chugged as she sloped her head on his chest, demonstrating what effect he had on her. Her tiny hands clutched the material of his shirt from the waist as she continued to comfort herself in his passion.

Asfandyar's lips cuddled in a beautiful smile when she snuggled into him.
He was brisk to wrap his arms around her petite figure and perched his lips on her hair, inhaling her pristine fragrance.

"Mia moglie delicatta", he murmured with a smug smile across his face.
(My delicate wife.)

A minute had ratified when her phone rang once again formulating him to growl. He brought the phone from his pants and responded to the impatient call. Inaya was clung to him like a doll. He smiled kissing her temple. He could grope the irregular thumps of her heart against his chest. Zojah was hiding from her Shohar.

"Hello? Inaya?!", Asfandyar heard the similar feminine screech on the other hand.

"Hello", he spoke amassing the person to go mute for a second.

"Asfandyar bhai?"

"Yes", he retorted fondling Inaya's back with his free hand.

"Bhai aap? Inaya kaha hai?"

"Idhar hi hai"

"Oh..acha wo darwaza nahi khol rahi thin, aap log kahi bahar hain kia?"

"Nahi", he spoke and Inaya could feel him plop soft kisses on her head occasionally, which made her blush more.

<A/N; How so smooth brother?! (ˉεˉ)>

(Asfandyar brother?)
(Yes)
(Brother you? Where is Inaya?)
(Right here.)
(Oh..she wasn't opening the door, are you guys somewhere out?)
(No)

"Oh..acha wo Aunty Inaya ko bula rahin thin-"

"We're coming", he pronounced slashing the call when Inaya shifted away scarcely, glancing at his face.(Oh..actually Aunty was calling Inaya-)

"Guess I'll have to wait till night", she blinked aiming to avoid the smile threatening to form on her lips when he grumbled placing a peck on her cheek, "you better be prepared, zojah", she gasped as he took the sweet skin in between his teeth and grazed lightly.

"I can't wait to have you all to myself."

She peeped at him with her eyes widened and he chuckled, his captivating dimples emerging. Enticing her heart. Involuntarily her hand went to his cheek and he stilled.

Her fragile finger traced his stubble and he swallowed darkly, his adam's apple bobbing. He blazed close his eyes when her thumb reached the silhouette of his lips. Hands tightened around her waistline in eagerness.

But his eyes shot open when a giggle evaded Inaya's lips. He raised his brows in commotion when he saw her smiling at him.

"You have my lipstick on your l..lips", she muttered lowering her gaze and now it was his turn to smirk.

"Then remove it", he grinned pulling her closer.

"Huh? As..fand hame neche jana chahiye sab, sab wait kar-"

"Just do as I said, zojah", he narrowed his eyes and creased the stray strands behind her ear.

"Kia dhoond rahi hain?", he inquired when he saw her looking around.

"um the handkerchief?"

"Do it with your hands, zojah", he instructed prompting her eyes to dilate, "like this", she bolted as he rubbed his thumb on her bottom lip sensuously.

(Huh? As..fand we should leave now, everyone must be awaiting us downstairs.)
(Just do as I said, wife)
(What are you looking for?)
(um the handkerchief.)

"Or", she released a shaky breath when he scooted near, their nose almost touched, "you can do this If you want", she gulped when he seized her bottom lip in his mouth, sucking harshly, flickering his tongue across it.

"Deliziosa", he pulled away and muttered assessing her moist parted lips.
(Delicious)

"Fuck!", she watched in leisure as he stepped back suddenly ruffling his thick locks, giving them the look she tempted.

He closed his eyes and took in a sharp breath. Inaya aided herself against the wall as he strode around in the room, steadying his emotions.

"I need a fucking shower", she heard him growl as he gawked at her dressed aspect for the last time and latched himself in her bathroom, slamming the door behind.

She dumped a shattered breath she didn't know she was holding. Her hand went to her heaving chest and she closed her eyes, a timid smile illuminating her brims.

"DON'T YOU DARE APPLY THAT LIPSTICK AGAIN ZOJAH! OR DON'T COMPLAIN ME FOR EATING THAT AGAIN", she was about to move when she heard him exclaim from the bathroom loudly.
Did he just put the entire blame on her innocent lipstick?

<A/N; lipstick ka gham kisko hai yahan?! mazey loh bhai chup karke🤌🏼🏃‍♀️>

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"Oh Allah! Asfandyar bhai to porey deewaney nikley yarr!"

"Shut up Mahrukh! Bas kardo ab", Inaya screeched kneading her cheeks to fade the color that crept her cheeks with every phrase that left their mouth. The last ten to fifteen minutes had been so embarrassing for her as she fixed her ruined make-up.
(Oh Allah! Asfandyar brother is a complete goner! Like-)
(Shut up Mahrukh! Stop it already.)

She had wanted to leave the room before Asfandyar came out. But she wasn't even halfway when she heard the doorknob turn. In a haste, she had hidden behind the curtains. She couldn't afford any more wavering. She was already readying herself to answer Mahrukh's teasings. But what made the remarkable plan flop was when he, without any hurdle, pulled her out from the curtain. The stunt was followed by his numerous teasings and a not-so-expected kiss.

Thankfully he had pitied her state and left the room shortly. She had just regained from the impact when Mahrukh and Rimsha had barged in her room and then the undying session of her embarrassment continued.

"Wse shukar hi hai ke Asfandyar bhai iske jese nahi hain warna mai khala kese banti?", Mahrukh blurted stifling a laugh and Inaya glared at her.

"Tum log meri dost ho ke unki", she huffed wearing the bangles and Rimsha cackled.
(Thank God Asfandyar brother is not like Inaya otherwise how would have I become an aunt?)
(Are you guys my friends or his?)

"Bas karo yar Mahrukh, wse Inaya tum mujhe ye batao ke Asfandyar bhai ko kab bata rahi ho?", Rimsha asked from Inaya who turned to her in confusion.

"Kia batana hai?"

"Yeh", she gasped in realization when Rimsha showed the photo album in her hand to Inaya.

"Yeh, tumhe kaha se mili yeh?", she strolled towards her and Rimsha moved back.

(Leave it Mahrukh, Inaya tell me something when are telling Asfandyar brother?)
(Tell what?)
(This.)
(This, where did you find this?)

"Arrey ise kia farq parta hai? Tum ye batao apni masoom bachpan ki Mohabbat ka izhar kab kar rahi ho phir", Rimsha asked opening the album, and sneered. It was the album she had taken from Rafay. However, it had some additional pictures of Asfandyar that she had found from his social media accounts.
(Why does that matter? You tell me when are you going to confess your childhood, innocent love?)

"Bohot kamal collection hai tasveron ka wese, Asfandyar bhai to shuru se hi kamal ki personality waley bande dikh rahe hain"

"Kher, ab to mujhe see lagta hai Asfandyar bhai bhi tumhe pasand karte hain", she said inducing Inaya to flare.

"Idhar do Rimsha! E..sa kuch nahi hai", she strumbled and cursed herself for not keeping the box back. What If Asfandyar saw it instead of them?

(By the way, It's an amazing collection, Asfandyar brother seems to be a handsome guy even in his teens.)
(Kher, I feel as If Asfandyar brother likes you too.)
(Give it back! I..its not like that.)

"Esa kuch nahi to phir kesa hai Inaya?", Mahrukh added showing the colored piece of paper in her hands. The paper had 'Thank you, Mr.Knight' on it.

"Socho Asfandyar bhai kitne khush honge jab unko ye pata lagey ga ke unki sharmeli biwi to bohot pehle se hi unko chahti hai?", she wiggled her brows and Inaya gulped.

"E..sa nahi, Khabardar jo tum dono ne unko kuch bhi bola to!", she exclaimed seeing the cocky glint in their eyes.

"C'mon yar Inaya, himat karo thori", Rimsha suggested with a smile.

"Us..ki zarorat nahi hai"

(It's not like that, I swear If you guys tell him something!)
(C'mon Inaya! Show some courage.)
(There is no need for that.)

"Zarorat hai toh, kabhi kabhi izhar bohot zaroori hota hai senorita", Mahrukh spoke eyeing the paper in her hand.

"Tum to khushqismat ho ke tumne jise chaha wohi tumhey mil gaya, then why let go of the chance confess?", she overstated with a smile prompting Inaya to fumble. It wasn't usual that Mahrukh gave bits of advice.

(There is, sometimes It's very important to express how you feel, senorita.)
(You're lucky that you got the one you wished you, then why let go of the chance to profess?)

"I'm with you on this, Ms. Mahrukh urf 'Dramebaaz'"

Their heads whipped to the door as the profound voice reverberated in the room making the three of them gasp. There stood Asfandyar, leaning against the wall, with a handsome grin on his face and eyes on his zojah.
(Ms. Mahrukh aka 'Dramebaaz')

Inaya felt her breath hitch as she glinted her eyes. He was there and he had heard their conversation. Dammit.

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Asfandyar was sitting with Rafay and Inaya's father when he learned he had left his phone in her room. He had excused them for a minute and came to her room but what he had heard had made his mind go blank and heart do somersaults.

He wasn't sure If he was hearing straight but the mere thought of Inaya liking him for long made his heart warm up most beautifully. Recently he had been observing the change of his heart too. He found it amusing how she could manage to make him relax just by her sight, how her voice would relieve him, how her touch would soothe him, and how her sweet antics would make his heart swell with affection. He had thought the attraction was because she was his life partner but the emotion he felt for her were way too strong.

He missed her when she wasn't around and wished to keep her with him all the time. That's how much he had started to adore his little zojah.

He had kept a distance from her because he reckoned she wasn't comfortable with him. But the impression that she liked him was sufficient to make his heart go lala.

"E..sa nahi, Khabardar jo tum dono ne unko kuch bhi bola to!"

His lips twisted up when he heard that she didn't deny it. Did she like him from childhood? He recalled how she would want to stay with him and how she would present the pink roses to him. He had always found her the cute little kid but he never thought she liked him.

Was that the reason she was always staring at him with her hypnotizing hazels which made him fall for them? He felt his heart warm up at the beautiful thoughts.

"C'mon yar Inaya, himat karo thori"

"Us..ki zarorat nahi hai", he frowned as he heard her statement.

"Zarorat hai toh, kabhi kabhi izhar bohot zaroori hota hai senorita", he heard the identical voice state and his steps curtailed.

"Tum to khushqismat ho ke tumne jise chaha wohi tumhey mil gaya, then why to let go of the chance to profess?", he smiled at those words and pushed open the door to reveal the person around whom his life had begun to revolve. His hayati.
(His life)

"I'm with you on this, Ms. Mahrukh urf 'Dramebaaz'"

Asfandyar leaned against the wall and stated. His eyes staring at his wife who twirled around in shock, her face turning from surprised to anxious.

He looked she had fixed up herself finally. He snickered watching she had applied a nude lipstick this time, maybe listening to his threat. But to his dismay, she still looked ravishing. So so breath-taking. The maroon sari flattered her smooth skin so flawlessly that he had to clear his throat to divert his brain. The moment at hand compelled his attention.

"A..ap? Aap yaha kia kar rahey hain", he smiled hearing her meek stutter.

"Apni biwi ke kamre me nahi aa sakta mai?", he inquired making her fidget her fingers in nervousness and she looked around towards Rimsha and Mahrukh who had exciting smiles on their faces.
(Y..you? What are you doing here?) (Can't I come to my wife's room.)

"Aslam-u-Alaikum bhai", they greeted in chorus.

"Va Alaikum Asalam", he replied politely, not leaving Inaya's gaze for a single second.

"Ham chaltey hain, aap log bhi jaldi neeche aajyen dinner ka time hone wala hai", Mahrukh spoke and Inaya felt her heart stop. What was she going to do? She stared in anxiety as both of them moved towards the door, putting the things on the bed. (We'll take our leave, you guys come soon too, It's almost time for dinner.)

"Ruko! M..mai bhi chalti hun sath", she affirmed trying to move pass him when he held her hand.

"Ek minute zojah, kuch waqt hame bhi de dein", he whispered deeply and she felt shudders across her spine.

"Bhai agar ye kuch na boli to hamein khidmat me hazir samjheya ga, ham de gein apko sari tafseel", Rimsha yelled from the door and Inaya shut close her eyes in embarrassment. She wished she could disappear right at this moment. Why did she have such traitorous friends?

(Wair! I'll c..come with you guys.)
(One minute my wife, spare some time for us too.)
(Brother If she does not says anything then find us in your assistance, we'll give you the details.)

"Zojah?", Asfandyar pulled her back in a swift movement while she kept her head low.

"Kia sun raha hun mai?", he inquired elevating her face with his thumb and forefinger.

"Idhar dekho meri taraf", he mumbled stifling a smile. He could see how nervous she was.

"Zojah? mene kaha meri taraf dekhein", he caressed her jaw softly and she finally looked up.

(Wife?)
(What am I listening to?)
(Look at me.)
(Wife? I asked you to look at me.)

The moment those hypnotizing hazels met his blues, his heart missed a beat. There was an unreadable emotion in her eyes that made him circulate a breath. An emotion so pure, so beautiful. Why did he never notice? He sighed cupping her face with his right hand and she leaned into it.

"You like me?", he implored making her curious eyes blink.

"Bolen zojah"

"Uh..Asfand Ami hame bula rahi thin", she quivered when he encircled his arm around her petite waist, bringing her close. She didn't know what else to say.
(Speak zojah)
(Uh..Asfand Ami w..was calling me.)

"Just give me my answer", she gaped in panic when she saw him bending on her face. His hand on her cheek puzzling her even more.

"Konsa jawab?", she mumbled attempting to pull away from his stronghold. His citrus musk scent and smolder touch were enough to wander her senses.
(Which answer?)

Asfandyar gleamed when he saw her small frame struggle to get away, her tiny arms huddling against his chest. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her earlobe and Inaya hushed like a robot. His lips cuddled against her skin and he pressed them to her soft skin once again.

"That you like me?", he murmured making her shiver. His harsh stubble tickled her fluffy skin and she skimmed away her face.

"M..mai wo Asfand hame neche sab bula rahe hong..e, please chaltey hain", she spoke gathering the little courage she had and Asfandyar narrowed his eyes at her. She couldn't even smile at the slight pout twitching his smooth lips. She was stuck bad, real bad.
(I..um Asfand everyone must be calling us downstairs, please let's go.)

"Theek hai, chaltey hain, lekin pehle mujhe jawab chahiye zojah", she noticed as his eyes trailed down to her lips. Then back to her eyes. He was about to lean in when she squealed covering her mouth with her hand.
(Okay we'll leave nut I need an answer before that.)

Asfandyar raised his brow in amusement and she bobbed her head in a no. Her bangles jingled as she attempted to create a space between them.

"What are you trying to do zojah?", he inquired with thrill. His eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Nahi! Maine abhi hi apna makeup theek kiya", she shrieked seeing him try to remove her hand which received a thick laugh from him.

"Phirse karlena", he chuckled discerning her adorable expressions when she protested.

"Please", she whispered, her voice muffled by her palm, eyes pleading.

"Okay zojah mohtarma."

He smiled straightening her soft hair with his hands, "lekin ghar jaake sab badley lun ga mai", he added placing his cozy lips on the hand covering her lips and she flushed lowering her gaze.

(No! I just fixed my makeup.)
(You can do it again.)
(Please.)
(Okay wifey, we'll continue this at night.)

"Ahan. Where are the pictures wese?", he inquired pulling away and her eye expanded in alarm. He saw him leave her and turn to look at the room.

"K..konse pictures?", she spoke wetting her lips and her eyes flickered to the bed where the box was.

"Jinka meri zojah ne collection banaya hua hai?", he grinned glancing at her baffling form. He was pleased to know his wife had a thing for him for long. From the time he would've never thought. He felt so appealing that he couldn't suppress his grin.

"Esa kuch nahi hai!", she screamed when he was about to reach her bed. Asfandyar twirled in amusement at her remark, he followed her gaze to the bed which had the box and his smile widened.

(Which pictures?)
(The pictures that you're made a collection with.)
(There's nothing like that.)

"I thought zojah could only scream in bed", he stated wriggling his brows, a smirk tugging his lips, and Inaya's mouth opened in shock. She blinked processing his words and felt her cheeks heat up. He had made her speechless, once again.

"A..aap kesi baatein kar rahein hain? H..hame neche jana chahiye ab", she mumbled dismissing the thumping of her heart and his scorching gape. She didn't want him to get hold of that box. At no cost. She couldn't bear any more of his teasings.

"Esi baatein karne ka permit hai mere pas zojah", she saw him reach the bed as he spoke with a chuckle. Her hands started to quake as he picked the photo album Rimsha had thrown carelessly, "nikkah namey pe sign karke permit liya hai", he added nonchalantly and she gulped.

(I have a permit with me to talk like this wifey.)
(I've got that permit by signing on our Nikkah papers.

She fumbled what to do as she looked between him and the album in his hands. Not inferring what to say she sprinted towards the door and he whirled his head towards her.

"Zoj-"

"M..mai neche ja rahi hun!", she replied opening the door and before Asfandyar could hold her she had the door closed on his face with a thump. (I'm going downstairs.)

Asfandyar stared at the closed door with merriment and then laughed a second later. He huffed ruffling his hair and smiled.

"Jitna bhaagna hai bhaag lein Zojah, akhir aana to mere pas hi hai."

He grinned glancing at the colored piece of paper in his hands.

(Run all you want my wife, in the end, you have to come to me.)

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"Mama mujhe apke sath rukna hai aj", Inaya talked looking at her mother when she saw there wasn't anybody around.
(Mama I want to stay with you today.)

"Tum to weekend pe nahi aa rahi thi?", Mrs. Suleiman asked politely. She had asked Inaya to come to stay with her for a few days, but she said she'd come at the weekend.
(Weren't you going to come at weekend?)

"Han bola tha lekin mai yahi se University chali jaon gi na, mera wapis janey ka dil nahi kar raha", she spoke pouting. She wanted to stay at the weekend so she didn't have to worry about her classes but right this moment, the fear of answering her dear husband's questions budged her more.
(Yes I did but I'll go to University from here itself, I don't feel like going back.)

"Acha theek hai ruk jana", Mrs. Suleiman said and she took a whiff of relief. She had been ignoring Asfandyar from the moment he came behind her. She had felt his glinting eyes on her the whole time they ate and cut the cake.

As usual, he had held her left hand in his as they ate but today she felt like It was the first day he had done that. The way his thumb continuously played with her ring throbbed her heart. Although he was behaving normally, she could sense the excitement behind his every action.

The way Mahrukh and Rimsha would talk with him and he would send snickers her way. She yearned she could kill the two of them. She was sure about one thing that they were talking about her. She had send her glares to them but they just said that they were helping her. Help? What kind of help was this?! She wasn't prepared yet. The thing was simple.
(Okay, you can stay then.)

<A/N; Chalo jee, baji ko do teen janam to chahiye hain shyd🙄, Asfandyar bhai apke dukh me ham sharek hainT^T>

"A..ap Asfand ko keh deingi please?", she muttered.
(Will you tell Asfand please?)

"Kia kehna hai mujhe?", she gobbled attending to his meager exclaim behind her. Was he following her? She dismissed a weak breath and looked towards her mother.
(What do you need to say?)

"Arrey kuch nahi Asfandyar beta, wo mai chah rahi thi ke Inaya ek do din mere pas ruk jaaye", she looked over her shoulder and saw him staring at her with leisure.
(Nothing Asfandyar son, I wanted Inaya to stay with me for a few days.)

"Oh lekin kal to ham dono ko mere ek dost ne dinner par invite kia hai, Inaya bataya nahi tumney?", he said particularly and Inaya flickered her head towards him in shock. Dinner? What dinner? Why didn't she know about it?
(Oh but were are invited at my friend's place for dinner tomorrow, didn't Inaya inform you?)

She looked at him in confusion and gulped as he smirked lightly.

Asfandyar smiled at Mrs. Suleiman and spoke,

"Mai parson Inaya ko le kar aaon ke aapke pas, agar kal ka invitation nahi hota to mai rukne deta Inaya ko", he said calmly blasting a bomb on Inaya's head. She knew he was doing this just to take her back. She slouched watching no way out. She never knew he was an opportunist too.
<A/N; But we all knew ;)>

(I'll bring Inaya the day after tomorrow, If there wasn't the dinner I would've let her stay.)

Tonight was going to be incredibly eventful. She glanced at his energetic face with a sigh.

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Inaya peeked at her hand in his grasp and darted at the road ahead. The unusual silence in the car was exacerbating her uneasiness. She saw he sat casually with her hand in his lap and driving with the other, an insignificant smile wavering on his lips. She had never seen him this delighted before. She couldn't help but admire his side profile despite her dilemma.

"Kia dekh rahi hain zojah?", she flickered away her gaze when he spoke unexpectedly, glancing at her for a moment.
(What are you looking at, my wife.)

"K..kuch nahi"

"Kuch to dekh hi rahi thi"

"Nahi toh", she mumbled biting her tongue.

(Nothing.)
(You were looking at something, my wife.)
(Noh.)

"Hmm", he brought her hand to his lips and placed a chaste kiss on it before resting it at its previous position. She felt butterflies in her stomach at his deed. How could he do such things so casually?

"Wese bohot ehem inkeshaaf hue hain aj zojah, kuch kehna nahi hai apko?", he asked playfully when the car stopped at a signal.
(I've come across some very interesting facts today wifey, don't you have something to comment on?)

Inaya glanced at his awaiting eyes for a second then averted her gaze outside of the window. Asfandyar snickered at that and tapped his finger on the steering wheel.

"Nahi", her small reply stretched his lips more.
(No.)

"Lekin mujhe to sunna hai", he murmured, "bohot kuch", Inaya glowed when he continued to fondle her hand in his hold, rubbing circles on it. That was his favorite task.
(But I want to listen, a lot.)

She saw as a little boy approach their car with a few gajras in his hand. She smiled looking at the lovely gajras. She loved them. She turned around to look at Asfandyar who was already staring at her, his blues twinkling.

"Chahiyen?", he asked and she nodded instantly making him smile. He could feel the excitement as he felt her hand in his hold struggling to get free.
(Do you want them?)

"Lelo", he mumbled leaving her hand and unlocked the side of her mirror. He felt his heart leap as she giggled cascading down the mirror. He was relieved she finally loosened up. She was tensed the whole night. Although he was elevated to know about her crush on him as told by her friends and wanted her to confess, he didn't want her to turn again into the scaredy-cat she was.
(Take them.)

"Here", he took the wallet from his pocket and forwarded a note towards her who was now grabbing the pair of gajras from that boy.

"Thank you", she mumbled accepting it and gave it to the boy.

"Keep the change, " he said, making the boy grin and then locked her side of the mirror because she was busy admiring the flower jewelry in her hand.

Just as she wore them in her hand, the signal turned green and he started the car flashing at her adorable antics.

"Pasand hain?", he inquired grabbing her right hand in his and placed it on the rightful position, his lap.
(You like them?)

"huh?", she watched as he entwined their fingers causing a blush to creep her cheeks.

"Gajrey pasand hain?", he repeated softly.

"Jee", she mumbled with a smile.

"Hmm, aur kia kia pasand hai meri zojah ko?", he implored when he felt she was in a favorable mood.
He noticed the weather was getting chiller. It was probably going to rain, he had seen the forecast. He left her hand for a second and increased the heat before clasping it again.
(You like garlands?)
(Hmm, and what ekse does my wife like?)

"Sab kuch", she muttered glancing at the gajra.

"Sab kuch pasand hai?"

"Jee", she smiled looking outside the mirror.

"Sab kuch mein mai bhi aata hun?", he asked squeezing her hand and she whipped her head towards him. Her heart fluttered as he glanced her way smirking then focused back at the road.
(Everything.)
(You like everything?)
(Yes.)
(Am I included in that everything?)

"Wo..um baarish, phool, gajrey a..aur -", she spoke hurriedly but he cut her off,

"Aur Asfand?"

Inaya bounced her head in a hurry but sniffed after his words made sense causing a beautiful laugh to escape his lips which made her flush in embarrassment. He appeared to be in a marvelous mood.
(Wo..um rain, flowers, garlands and-)
(And Asfand?)

"A..ap mujhe tang kar rahein haina?", she muttered lowering her gaze and he finally looked at her.
(Y..you're teasing me right?)

"Aap tang karne hi kab detin hain zojah?", he kissed her hand again and she twirled away her head to repress the smile forming on her lips. Maybe she should rethink when to do the confession.
(When have you given me a chance to do that, wifey?)

"Coffee?", he asked after a few minutes and she felt the car stop in front of a cafe. She looked at him who was foreseeing her response.

"Chai", she mumbled and he smiled.

"Then chai it is", he declared unlocking his side of the door and walked towards her side. He opened it and forwarded his hand towards her.
(Tea.)

"Hath do", he announced and she looked towards her feet. He followed her gaze and found she had removed her heels. She wore them instantly and was about to swerve to fix the straps but he held her hand,

"Mai kar deta hun", he uttered making her stomach turn knots and she drooped her gaze. He adjusted the strap of her heels and then moved back,

"Chalo", he held her hand in his and helped her hop off the Land cruiser. She gushed inwardly as he picked the shawl spread on her seat and draped it around her head, not before brushing her hair with his fingers. He had always been so attentive to her. She glimmered looking at him with affection.
(Give me your hand.)
(I'll do it.)
(Let's go.)

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"Aapne khana ku order kar diya?", she inquired as the waiter walked away. He had not only asked for two cups of tea but sandwiches too.
(Why did you order food?)

"Kuke meri zojah ne kuch nahi khaya", he answered gazing into her eyes.

"K..khaya to tha", she muttered glancing around the cafe to evade his heated gaze. There was barely any people. She supposed that was because it was almost midnight. They were seated near the window perch. She peeked out at the occupied road.
(Because my wife didn't eat anything.)
(I..I did.)

"Acha? Maine to nahi dekha khatey hue", he spoke grabbing her hand on the table and she looked his way.
(Really? I didn't see.)

"Kia kar rahey hain, k..koi dekh lega", she whispered embarking to pull back her hand but he fastened his grip on it.
(What a..are you doing? Someone will see.)

"Dekhne do", he traced lines on her palm inflicting her heart to tremor. Her eyes shifted to his ruffled dark locks that fell in his forehead and trailed down to his raw eyes that held something mild in them.
(Let them.)

"Did I tell you that you're looking enchanting today, my zojah", he spoke meandering his eyes over her gorgeous features, the small hue coating her cheeks. He examined how her eye glinted at his comment then the hue on her cheeks darkened and she bit on her bottom lip as usual. He wished he could kiss her right this second. Why did he find her so freaking precious? He felt his heart swell with unspecified sentiments.

Before she could say anything he sensed the waiter arrive and he placed their order on the furniture. He felt Inaya struggling to pull away from his hand but he didn't let her do that. Her bangles jingled making a sweet hymn resonate in the cafe which earned a few customers to look their way. She looked at him with accusing eyes as the waiter left and he just smiled.

"H..hath to chorein mera", she mumbled looking into his analyzing eyes which held fervor.
(At least leave my hand.)

"Asfand?", she pleaded when he kept staring at her beautiful details with fondness. She applied a slight force to pull back her hand when it accidentally hit the cup letting it fall off the coffee table.

"Ohmp", she whimpered looking at her feet when some hot splashes skimmed them.

"Inaya?!", Asfandyar clamored standing up from his seat. In a swift, he was before her, her eyes wandering over her in worry.

"Shit!", he groaned when he saw her waving the left hand she had now burnt.

"Shit! Stand up, we need to run water on this", he spoke holding her other hand as he tried to made her stand up. Just as she moved a hiss left her lips and his eyes pursued to her feet she was now peering at.

"Dammit, did your burn them too? Shit, come here", he grumbled pressing together his lips and scooped her closer. Inaya looked up at his anxious face then to her hand in his hold.

"N..nahi, It's okay- Asfand!", she tried to speak but a gasp left her lips when Asfandyar scooted her frail figure in hsi arms, bridal style, with one brisk gesture.

"Where's the restroom?!", he shouted looking at the waiter who guided towards the end of the hall.

"Asfand mai chal sakti hun", she mumbled as her cheeks heated up by his action. Her hands wound around his neck as he took long strides. She glanced at his grump features when he pushed open the door in hurry and she felt him place her on something hard.
(Asfand I can walk.)

"Ss", she was yet to decipher when he forwarded her hand under the tap and she hissed. She noticed he had sat her on the restroom's slab.

"Why did you have to pull your hand?!", she squinted as Asfandyar exclaimed holding her hand under the cold water. Her heart thumped seeing the worried expressions on his face. His lips pressed a frown on his forehead. She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off abruptly,

"Aap ese hi-"

"Deehan nahi diya tumne?! Ese kon karta hai?"

"Asfand wo-"

"Paon pe giri thi na? Mujhe hi deehan dena chahiye tha tumhara koi bharosa nahi kab hath kat lo to kab jala lo", he cut her off once again and she saw him remove her heels, she bit on her lower lip to evaluate the situation. She wanted to say that the tea wasn't that hot but he wasn't letting her speak.

(You are-)
(Why did you not look? Who does this?)
(Asfand I-)
(Did you hurt your feet? I should've paid attention, It's your habit to cut or burn your hand always.)

"Deehan ku nahi deti tum?", he growled filling the water in his palms and poured on her feet.
(Why don't you take care?)

"A..asfand ye kia kar rahey hain aap, mai theek hun", she muttered pulling away her feet but he held them making her stifle a shriek.
(Asfand what are you doing? I'm fine.)

"Theek? kahan theek hai? Look at your feet, they're all red", he murmured anxiously and Inaya couldn't help a smile at his demeanor. He kept splashing her sore feet with water.

She shuffled whether to tell them that was because of the heels or not. His sudden actions were making him look more handsome, more elegant.

"Sachme theek hun, chai itni garam nahi thi", she muttered softly and he looked up at her, "It doesn't hurt", she added.
(I'm seriously alright, the tea wasn't that hot.)

"Asfand!", she snored when he carried her in his arms once again, holding her close as he left the restroom.

"Mujhe tumhari baat pe bilkul bhi yakeen nahi hai, we'll see a doctor", he stated making her eyes dilate. Doctor? Just for this?
(I don't believe your words, we'll see a doctor.)

"Mai sach keh rahi hun Asfand, a..ap mujhe neche to utarein", she spoke looking at him as she discerned some eyes on them. She gazed back when she realized he hadn't even carried her heels.
(I'm telling the truth Asfand, a..at least let me down.)

"Asfand mere heels?", she said holding her breath when he stepped out of the cafe, "mera phone!", she blurted as he reached the car and finally let her down, setting her feet on his shoes carefully. She coiled her arms around his neck and scooted closer to completely hover over his shoes.

"Do minute chup karo gi tum?!", he roared making her shudder and her eyes shut with the sudden shout. He had never shouted on her. She clutched his shirt in her hands as he worked to unlock the car and opened the door. His left hand held her close as it rested below her waist.
(Will you stay quiet for a moment?!)

She squealed when he pulled her up suddenly and seated her on the passenger seat. She gazed as he tucked away from the stray strands behind her ear and placed a faint kiss on her temple. Her heart ticked as his lips lingered there for a while and she felt him release a puff.

"I'm sorry, just don't move, mai abhi araha hun", he spoke cupping her face in his hands and she could just blink as a response. Bipolar much?
(I'll be back right soon.)

She ogled as he took long strides back into the cafe. Her eyes found their way to the glass as she saw him placing some money on their table and he grabbed their cellphones. She could see how rushed his movements were as he stumbled and even before a minute he was out, running towards their car.

"Does it hurt?", this was the first thing he asked as she saw him start the car in urgency.

"huh?"

"Is it hurting?" he pondered holding her left hand softly and she felt her heart shiver at his delicate touch as if she was something tremendously delicate.

"N..nahi toh", she mumbled as her eyes raked over his anxious features. They were so evident that anyone could tell he was worried. She fluttered speculating how placid he was before everyone else. How formal he was with her family and friends, even his own parents. But she had seen the myriad emotions on his face when he was with her. The emotions he kept camouflaged before the rest. The person before her was not the grim Asfandyar but her husband, her husband who was hell troubled for her at this moment. She smiled gaping at him.
(No.)

"Don't lie", he turned her for a moment and frowned discerning her smile. Here he was anxious for her and she was freaking smiling?

"Has ku rahi ho? Khayal to rakha nahi jata apna", he grumbled steadying his nerves that were acting up. The thought that she was hurt did something to his heart. He couldn't point out why but the idea seemed ridiculous.
(Why are you smiling?)

"Asfand aap pareyshan nahi hon, mai theek hun", she told but scowled when she saw he didn't look convinced, "sachme ekdum, chae itni garam nahi thi aur ab to itni jalan bhi nahi ho rahi", she added when he didn't respond.
(Don't get worried Asfand, I'm fine.)
(Seriously fine, the tea wasn't that hot, I'm not even feeling the burning sensation.)

"We'll see what the doctor says", he confided making her huff.

"Ap kia bol rahey hai Asfand? Mai theek hun bilkul, zara si chae hi giri toh, I'll apply ointment ghar jaake", she tried to reason as he speeded the car.
(What are you saying Asfand? I'm completely alright, It's just some tea, I'll apply ointment after going home.)

"Zara si chae can leave bruises Inaya!", he stated and she sighed leaning back onto the chair. He wasn't going to heed. That she was sure of.
(Just a little tea can leave bruises Inaya!)

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"Kaha tha na mene, bilkul theek hun, lekin aapne meri ek nahi suni", she proclaimed fidgeting her hands, a frown on her forehead. They had just left the clinic where Asfandyar had gotten her examined forcefully. Since she didn't have her heels, he had carried her in his arms effecting her to stay flustered the whole time. She also didn't miss the teasing smiles that lady doctor gave her and the way they earned glancing from the people that saw them. The cherry on top, she was dressed formally.
(I told you I was completely fine but you didn't listen.)

"She said there were going to be rashes", Aafandyar spoke causing her head to whip in his direction.

"Slight. Slight rash, aur wo bhi If I didn't run it under the water", she mumbled earning a chuckle from him.

"What's there to whine for then, zojah. Isn't it good that we got to checkup up?"

"Nahi toh"

"Sab log hamey dekh rahe the", she spoke meekly.

"To tum bhi to unko dekh rahin thi"

"Maine kab dekha?", she inquired, surprised at his statement.

(No.)
(Everyone was staring at us.)
(You were also doing that.)
(When did I stare?)

"Phir tumhe kese pata ke wo tumhe dekh rahey the?", he counter questioned making her pout in annoyance.
(Then how did you know they were staring?)

"kal kahin jana hai hamey", she questioned recalling him notifying her mother. She felt like he had lied but just wanted to validate.
(Do we need to go somewhere tomorrow?)

"Kahan?"

"wo ab dinner ka nahi keh rahey they?"

"Oh that, nahi, there's no dinner", he replied nonchalantly and she grimaced. She knew it.
(Where?)
(You were telling that there's a dinner.)

"Aapne jhoot ku kaha phir", she inquired when he didn't say anything else.
(Why did you lie then?)

"Kia matlab kyun? We have so many things to talk about", Asfandyar smirked looking her way and she fumbled.
(What do you mean why?)

"And so many things to do, my zojah", he added provoking her to blush profusely as she looked out, reaping a laugh from him.

He grabbed her hand insulated with gauze and caressed it softly. She wielded her breath as Asfandyar kissed the inside of her palm, rendering her shiver.

"Are you cold?", he inquired glancing as she held onto her shawl. She just bobbed her head in a no and looked outside while he laid her hand in her lap carefully,

"I'm relieved it didn't get burnt, you got me so worried", he talked breaking the comfortable silence. Their eyes collided for a second before he concentrated back on the road.

"Pata nahi aap kab bolein gi zojah, lekin, I think I'm falling for you", she felt her heart miss a series of beats as he admitted with a small smile tugging at his lips. Her eyes pursued his details as he gazed her way.
(I don't know about my wife, but,  I think I'm falling for you.)

"And that too hard", Inaya quivered when he muttered glancing into her hypnotizing gape. His oceans coaxing her heart like always.

Thaame dilon ki baahein, hum aate saalon mein, saalon mein
Paaye jawaab hum ne tere sawaalon mein, sawaalon mein
Khwaabon ki dor toote na yaar

Hona tha pyaar, hua mere yaar

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"I can walk", Inaya said when Asfandyar opened her side of the door and attempted to carry her.

"Aur mai bhi apko utha sakta hoon", he shrugged with a smirk.
(Similarly I can pick you up too.)

"Gajrey!", she exclaimed just as he scooted her close, a hand below her knees and the other behind her back.
(Garlands!)

"Grab them", he muttered with a smile. Inaya shuddered as he moved close and pressed his lips to her cheek causing her to halt for a second. She didn't turn his way and just yanked the gajras from the dashboard making his lips sprawl into a smile. Gajrey was her priority.

A moment later she was in his arms, again. The arms that made her feel safe and protected. She reflected his smile and put her head on his shoulder, whilst he placed a kiss on her forehead.

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The moment Inaya entered their room she smelled food making her eyes go to the couch where Asfandyar seated. Her sight went to the table before him and she saw a bowl of Maggi on it.

"Maggi?", she mumbled looking at him. He had already freshened up. She had just taken a shower too.

"Hmm, I couldn't make Biryani at this time, c'mere", he called her. He had made her Maggi since they couldn't eat at the cafe. He knew she didn't eat properly at her parent's place too. He needed to fill her stomach before anything.

Inaya nodded taking slow steps and settled beside him. She gleamed looking at the bowl, her husband had made her Maggi.

<A/N; Asfandyar chahiye🤌🏼🏃‍♀️✨>

Asfandyar peered at her freshly showered form and sucked in a breath. Did she have to make it so hard for him always? By looking so enthralling and ravishing.

"Did you remove the gauze?", her asked looking at her hand and she answered in a yes.

"Did you apply the ointment?"

"Uh..I will abhi", she muttered looking away from his gaze.

"Jao pehle laga ke aao"

"Mai kha le laga-"

"Jab mai ek bar kuch kehta hoon to sun liya karein zojah", he cut her off, and she hushed taking her lip between her teeth.

Asfandyar stood up from the couch and walked into the restroom. She watched as he came back with the ointment in his hands. He crouched back and took her hand in his, applying the it to the minor inflammation.

(Uh..I will in a while.)
(Go apply it first.)
(I'll apply after-)
(Try to listen when I say something for the first time, wifey.)

"Paon upar rakho", she heard him say and obeyed. She moved away a little and put her feet on the couch. Asfandyar applied the ointment carefully then put her feet back on the ground.
(Put your feet up.)

"Does it hurt yet?", he asked dabbing his hands with tissue paper and she responded in a no.

"Khao", he hummed pushing the bowl in front of her and presented her the folk.
(Eat.)

"Thank you", she mumbled slowly and began to eat. She had just taken a bit when he tucked the wet strands behind her hair making her halt for a second.

"Eat up quickly", he muttered with a smile and she resumed, "you will need a lot of energy", he added whispering near her ear and she almost choked on the bite. He laughed rubbing her back gradually as she gulped down the glass of water.

"Eat", he pronounced when she ultimately took a whiff. Inaya peeked his way for a second then sauntered away discovering the amusement in his eyes. Grabbing the folk with shaky hands she took another bite, this time aware of his murky eyes. Taking a few more morsels she glanced his way who was still staring at her as If she was something extraordinary.

"A..aap khayen ge?", she asked thinking maybe he was waiting for her to share.

However, gulped as she felt his left hand on her thigh move, squeezing unhurriedly. A shiver passed through her when he caressed it a little.
(Will y..ou eat?)

"Wese, mujhe to lagta tha tum mujhse is liye darti ho ke shyd mai Godzilla ke jese dikhta hun", she wetted her bottom lip as he ran his hand through her wet hair softly, "ye nahi pata tha ke asal bat kuch aur hai", he mumbled smirking.
(I thought you're scared from me because you take me for a Godzilla but I never thought the real matter was something opposite.)

"k..konsi baat?", she stuttered.

"Ye baat ke zojah likes me", Inaya whipped her head towards him as he spoke making their noses bump since he was bending on her. She flickered close her eyes as his warm breath and musk scent engulfed her, The temperature around rising. Her body twitched with apprehension.
(Which thing?)
(The thing that my wife likes me.)

"I suppose you're done eating", he murmured grabbing her head in his hand and she whimpered clutching her hands in her lap, "Now It's my turn to eat", she snuffed as Asfandyar invaded her soft lips with his rough ones, his hand knotting her hair.

Inaya moaned into his mouth when he bit on her bottom lip without warning. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she sensed her body burn with proximity.

Asfandyar pulled her close and his hand shoved into her shirt, resting on her bare waist. His lips assaulting hers, passionately. He perceived his sufferance run when she clenched the material of his pants in her small hand to calm down her heart.

He swiped his tongue across her bottom lip and sucked harsh, receiving a soft moan from her which propelled him to repeat the task with her upper lip. Inaya's breath ragged as he kept devouring her mouth like a parched man.

The traces of spice on her tongue mixed with the cherry sweetness of her mouth caused a groan to rumble in his throat. He pushed her back onto the couch as his right hand proceeded to rub her soft flesh beneath the shirt.

Inaya's hand found their way around his neck while he continued to place sloppy kisses on her swan-like neck.

"Asfand", she hissed when he nipped the area just above her collar bone, his sharp stubble prickling her soft skin. The silence of the room was filled by the rhythms of his actions and her indistinct moans.

"You're so soft", he mumbled and she gasped whilst he groped her bra-less breast in his palm, pinching the already erect nipple.

"And sweet", his lips brushed hers, once, twice, thrice until she pulled on his hair which induced him to take the plump lips in his mouth.

"Ah..As..fand", she released a soft moan when he pulled away and had the shirt off her frail figure. She whimpered at the contact of cold air with her bare skin and he was back at his previous position after discarding his t-shirt.

His hand yanked her entirely onto the couch and he put his knees beside her, holding her legs in place. Asfandyar put his face in the valley of her bursts, kissing softly. She kept squirming as he trailed a length of kisses from her chest to her stomach, nipping occasionally.

Inaya groaned arching her back as Asfandyar grabbed her waist with his hands and nuzzled his mouth into her flesh. Her breath hitched while his hand tugged on her trousers, attempting to pull them off. His movements were so rough yet sweet that she couldn't help but moan.

A moment later he was back on her lips, taking them in a sluggish kiss. He cupped her face in his hands and deepened the kiss as she felt the bulge in his pants nudge against her now almost bare core, covered with the skimpy piece of her silk panties.

Her hands gripped on his shoulder as he worked to remove the barrier between their skins with one hand. Inaya moaned into his mouth whilst his hard crotch rubbed her wet core.

"Ahmp", she released a breath when he moved his head and nestled into her delicate neck, peppering soft kisses to her skin.

"Fuck! I can't wait longer", her scream was suppressed by his mouth when he entered her with a swift push, causing her eyes to roll back in discomfort and pleasure. Her nails dug into his back when he jerked and entered again, a bit deeper this once.

His jaw clenched as he kept her legs apart with one hand and thrusted profound, holding his weight with the other. Het damp insides deterred his judgments as he shoved his head into her neck, releasing a low grunted moan.

"This feels", he groaned taking her flesh in his teeth, his light strokes letting her adjust with his size.

"Maddening", he murmured discarding a shaky breath as her hands held his bare shoulders, her moans heightening with his every stroke.

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Inaya squirmed sensing a weight on her body. Her eyes glinted open and she looked around when she felt her body being squeezed into someone. A hue spread on her face when she found a shirtless Asfandyar lying on his stomach, his hands squeezing her waist and head on her chest.

Her heart thumped when she saw him cuddling a but stilled as he found a comfortable position.
She noticed she was just wearing his shirt. Her hands skimmed into his thick locks and a sheepish smile tugged at her lips seeing the nail marks on his shoulders. They had an exceptionally intense night. She ran her thin fingers into his fluffy hair, her fingers caressing his scalp and he sighed in his sleep.

"Do you have something to say to me, Zojah?"

She recalled his words from last night and flared. She remembered how after every round he would ask the same question and she would bob her head in a no making him scowl. Although he was in mood, she got tired soon and he had eventually let her sleep, not before a few make-out sessions as he helped her freshen up.

"Think again Zojah, there must be something that you need to tell me", he had mumbled as saw her almost sleeping.
"Nahi toh, there's nothing like that", her reply made him narrow his eyes at her which made her smile shyly. She knew what he wished to hear very well.

"You want me to remind you?", he smirked pecking her cheeks and she flushed closing her eyes, "because If you need then I can do it quite well", his lips pressed against the mole below her lower lip and she flushed a shade darker.

"M..mujhe need ayi hai"

"Was I that Mr. Knight?", he murmured moving back and she started into his blue sparkling orbs. Her heart pounding wildly against her chest. His eyes held something so beautiful that she couldn't look away. That's how they had captivated her.
(I feel sleepy.)

"Won't you thank your Knight in person?", he smiled looking into her dazzling hazels that held warmth, adoration and purity.

"Asfand?", she muttered blinking as he kept staring. His intense blue orbs pronouncing wonders.

"Bolein, Jaan-e-Asfand ", he reflected making her stomach flip.
(Speak)

Inaya felt butterflies flutter in her stomach at his endearment. Her tongue swept over her lips as she strived to say something. She inferred like confiding all she had in her heart. Telling how much she had started to love him, how much she had started to rely on him and how much safe he had made her feel. How he had turned from an innocent crush to the person that made her heart run a marathon. The person who was now her mehram.

"N..neend aayi hai", she breathed now being able to build up the courage.
(I f..eel sleepy.)

Asfandyar chuckled bending on her and kissed her forehead with care. Her lips stretched into a graceful smile as his fondness quivered her heart.

"Filhaal in ankhon ke izhaar se kam chala lete hain zojah lekin dil alfaz ka muntazir rahey ga", he muttered kissing her closed lids and her smile widened.
(We can go with the confession of your eyes, for now, my wife but words are awaited.)

"Sleep", she heard his murmur as he put his head in the crook of her neck, hauling her into his arms.

Her thoughts vacated when he shifted again slightly. The incoming sun rays from the curtain causing him to scramble.

Inaya smiled seeing his relaxed state and glanced at the wall clock. There was still time before University. Her fingers traced his forehead as she skimmered away the hair. Bending her head a little she pecked his forehead contentedly. Just as she attempted to move a little felt his grip tighten around making her halt. She looked at her sleeping husband and gleamed.

'Zarorat hai toh, kabhi kabhi izhar bohot zaroori hota hai senorita'

'Tum to khushqismat ho ke tumne jise chaha wohi tumhey mil gaya, then why to let go of the chance to confess?', Mahrukh's words ran through her brain as she took a breath in. She was right. Why was she letting go of the chances? She shimmered glancing at her husband.

A giggle escaped her lips when she ruffled his hair and mumbled,
"I love you Asfand", she gleamed as the words left her mouth. It felt so right. Her face reddened and she tugged at her lips, releasing a breath.

"I love you."

"I love my Asfand", she murmured fetching satisfaction by the sound of it.

"I swear zojah, your Asfand is more lovable when he is awake rather than asleep", she gasped holding her shriek when he spoke suddenly making her stiff. He lifted his head off her chest and smirked at her gracefully. Was he awake?

She couldn't comprehend what happened until he took her lips in an abrupt kiss, his hands cupping her face. Her eyes shivered close on their own as he hovered over her frail frame.

He was awake. He had been after she had started to run her delicate fingers through his hair. He admired the way she showed affection when he slept. He had observed her doing that often. Although he wasn't expecting a confession like this he was pleased. Pleased? He was freaking grinning like a who child got his favorite candy. His lips curled against her shivering ones as he reciprocated her feelings.

"Shukriya for the haseen Iqraar, Zojah", he mumbled on her lips before taking them in a passionate kiss.

(Thank you for the beautiful confession, my wife.)

THE END
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Hello and Asalam-u-Alaikum Sweethearts!

How are you all? I hope you're in your best spirits. May Allah make things easier for all of you.

FINFOOKINLY! Iqraar is officially completed. Thank you so much everyone, for supporting me through the end. Lots of love ♥️
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As a goodbye can you guys please say one phrase for Inaya and Asfandyar? *pweaseee*(〒︿〒)

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