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Noor had just prepared herself for bed when the ringing of her phone made her glance at the clock, it was 11:15 pm. She frowned grabbing her phone only to end up smiling sheepishly seeing 'Salaar calling'.

She hadn't been able to meet Salaar for the past three days after they had returned from Swat. No doubt she missed his presence. Not that he left her alone for a moment, he had called her numerous times reminding her to take medicine, eat dinner, and not to skip his teases which made Noor flush within a second.

"Assalam-u-Alaikum!", she replied politely taking the call.
"Va Alaikum Asalam! Janaan, come out of your window for a second", she heard his deep voice at the other end.
"huh?", she glanced at her window looking confused.
"Janaan, I said come out into your balcony for a moment. Don't forget to wear your jacket", he repeated impatiently.
Noor spread a shawl around herself stepping into the balcony.
"Now look down!", she heard him shout into the phone.

The moment she looked down she almost screamed finding her dear husband waving at her.

"Salaar, aap yahan kia kar rahe hain? Ami ya Abu ne dekh lia to?", she almost yelled looking around.
(Salaar! What are you doing here? What if Ami Abu sees you?)

"They are already asleep, come down", he ordered smiling.
"No!", she argued.
"Ain, I said come down Now! Do you not know me, I'll start shouting if you don't come in a minute", he said in his intimidating voice making her shudder.

"Salaar!", she gasped looking at him.
"Ji Meri Jaan", he replied lovingly.
"Aa rahi hun", she told him moving into the room making him smirk.
(I'm coming.)

Tiptoeing out of her room and down the stairs she was just about to open the main door when the presence of a silhouette made her shriek.

"Churail! Chup kar ja Ami Abu uth gaye na Salaar bhai ne qatal kar dena mera", Hamza put his hand on her mouth.
(Witch! keep quiet, Salaar bhai will kill me if Ami Abu wakes up.)
"Hamza?", she confirmed.

"Ji mohtarma jaaye bahar isse pehle Salaar bhai meri bhi car cancel kr den", he said opening the door for her.
(Yes Madam, now go before Salaar bhai cancels my car too.)

"Ab aaya na oont pahar ke
neche", she grinned moving out.

"Salaar bhai na hote na bahar to tera to qissa taman tha aj", she heard his growl behind her making her laugh.
(You would've been dead by now if Salaar bhai wasn't here.)

Meanwhile Salaar froze watching her laugh looking just like a princess with black shawl draped around her head.

Noor stopped the moment her eyes met his. Clad in trousers and shirt with messed up hair he was making her heart go crazy.

"Janaan, let's go we're getting late", Salaar grabbed her hand moving towards his Range Rover coming of the trance, more like spell of her beauty.
"late? We're we going? Salaar it's very late, we can go tomorrow", she blabbed while he made her sit fastening her seat belt.

"Shh! Don't speak", he stopped her by placing his finger on her lips sensuously making her gulp audibly.
Placing a quick kiss on her temple he closed her door coming to his side.

"Salaar where are we going?", she asked for almost the umpteenth time looking at him driving the car pretending she wasn't there.

"Salaar..?", she opened her mouth again to be cut off,
"Ain, shut up already, you'll know when we reach!", he ended up shouting on her frustrated by the sexual tension in the car only to realize a second later.

"Ain?", he started.
No response.
"Janaan?", he tried again.
No response.
"Meri jaan?", he took her hand in his making her suppress a smile.

"log naraz hain?", he asked placing her hand in his lap still not leaving it.
(People are offended?)

She tried to free her hand but he tightened his grip in return making her stomach churn beautifully.

"log baat bhi nahi karen ge?", he inquired again in his husky tone.
(People will not even talk now?)

"Aap bohot bure hain", she complained making him laugh loudly.
(You are very bad.)

"ye to hai", he replied kissing the back of her hand looking into her eyes making her blush profusely.
(I know.)

"Aage dekh ke gari chalaein", she mumbled looking down.
(Look forward while driving.)

"As you wish,janaan ", he said focusing on the road.
"Hath to chor de mera", she whispered trying to free her hand.
(Now leave my hand already.)

"Never", he stated making his grip stronger on her hand.

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"Salaar! Why have you blindfolded me? what If I fall?", she asked moving ahead, Salaar supporting her by her waist.
"Janaan, I won't let you fall, keep walking", he told her securing his hold around her waist.
"Where are we?", she inquired curiously.
"You will know", he replied making her pout.

"Now!", he said removing the cloth from her eyes whereas she jumped placing a hand on her mouth.
"Salaar! This is so beautiful!", she screamed looking at the breathtaking display of fireworks infront of her eyes. She was mad for fireworks.

"Happy Birthday and Happy Anniversary Meri Jaan!", he wished her as he felt his heart swell at the sight infront of him. His Ain laughing and jumping with happiness showing her charming dimples.
How he wished to keep her happy all his life.
His memories floated to the day she became his wife, his life.

"Qubool hai"
"Qubool hai"
"Qubool hai"

After he had accepted his Ain for eternity, he didn't seem to be on Earth. The beautiful smile on his face showed how happy he was.
He had requested his Chachi to let him see his bride for a moment and she had accepted.
He could feel his heart coming out of his chest with anticipation, with the longing of feeling her, touching her without any boundaries. He sure was flying with contentedness.

Knocking once on the door he entered the room to be spellbound by the angel sitting on her bed tucking her head fidgeting with her soft delicate fingers.

She looked gorgeous in White sharara with red glass bangles pulling his heart with every sound they made. She had applied only a lipgloss and mascara in the name of makeup. Yet she looked beautiful, indeed a natural beauty she was.
He thanked Allah for writing his Ain in his fate.
He could see the stray locks of hair on her face making her uncomfortable, her head was covered with a beautiful golden dupatta.

"Ain", he whispered slightly sitting on his knees infront her making her yelp in shock moving back a bit.
He grabbed her tiny hands in his removing the stray honey locks out of her view.

"You look stunning, Meri jaan", he praised her looking into her emerald eyes.

Whereas she could feel her hands tingling where he was holding her, he had never been so close to her. And never had he been so polite with her. Heck! she was damn confused by his behaviour.
'Was he drunk?'
'Maybe he hit his head?'
'Am I dreaming?'
She had various questions in her mind but couldn't ask any.

"Nikkah Mubarak Janaan", Salaar murmured kissing her forehead, his lips lingering there, feeling her for the first time ever.
And fuck! he didn't want to move back. She smelled fucking addictive.
Her raspberries scent was muddling his thoughts.

Taking a deep breath he moved back looking into her hypnotising eyes.

"I love you, Ain. I love you so fucking much you can't imagine. I've been loving you since soo long. I've waited for this day my whole life. When you'll become mine, all of you.", he confessed cupping her face in his hands still on his knees.

Noor lowered her eyes not being able to meet his loving gaze. She could hear her own heart beating fast as hell. Her breaths started to become shallow by the close proximity.

"I'm so happy today, Meri Jaan", she heard him wisper on her eyes kissing them lightly not wanting to startle her.

But she already was , startled by all means. She knew they had been engaged from childhood and he was very protective of her but she never thought he had feelings for her. He never made a move on her. So she was dumbfounded.

After he had calmed down his betraying heart, he moved back looking at her bare hands.
"Why haven't you applied mehndi?", he asked with a frown. He wanted to see her as his bride all ready for him.

"Um..wo..I..dd..don't kk..know how to app..apply", she lied looking away, how could she tell him she had refused when her mother told her to apply it because she thought her husband was unromantic.

"Where is it?", he asked in his deep tone making her shiver.
"Where is the mehndi?", he asked again when she didn't reply.
"On the dressing table", she almost whispered, he won't have been able to listen if he wasn't sitting this close to her.

Standing up he went towards the table bringing the mehndi cone with him along with the gajras placed on the table which she had removed glooming a few minutes earlier.
(gajras-flower bangles)

"Give me your hands", he ordered her forwarding his own hand sitting beside her.
"Um...I..", she tried to refuse but he grabbed her hands from her lap making her gasp. Her tiny hands fit perfectly in this big ones.

After making her wear the gajras he started applying mehndi on the tips of her fingers focusing hard as if he was doing the most important thing in the world.
Meanwhile she stole glances of her husband looking dignified in his white shalwar kameez with his sleeves rolled up.

'Allah, what happened to him? Why is he behaving so strange?', she thought looking at her hands on which he was working really hard.
'Does he even know how to do this', she sighed looking at his frown.
Her mouth hung open when she saw what he wrote on her palm smiling widely,

                                'سا لار کی دُلھن'

"Done! Now you look like my bride", he grinned looking at her hands adorned with mehndi on her fingertips.
Their moment got disturbed by a knock on the door. Salaar groaned inwardly on the intruder and opened the door with an expressionless face.

"Salaar bhai! Aap wo..ye Ami ne bola Noor ko khana dena ke liye", Hamza shuddered at the deathly look Salaar was giving holding a tray of food in his hand.
(Salaar bhai you? That Ami told me to give this food to Noor.)

"Give it to me, mai khila dun ga", he spoke taking the tray closing the door on his face.
"Allah! bach gaya", Hamza huffed on his survival.
(I'll feed her.)
(Thank goodness! I survived.)

"Khana nahi khaya tumne abhi tak", he asked sitting beside her putting the tray in his lap.
(You haven't eaten yet?)

"Uh..han..wwo..I wasn't feeling hungry", she replied meekly.
"Ain! Why are you so careless? What if you get sick?", he scolded her lovingly.

"Here, open your mouth", he brought the spoon full of rice infront her mouth giving her surprise on surprise.

"I will eat aa..after my mehndi dries", she refused looking away.

"Ain, I said open your mouth", he
ordered in a cold tone making her open up at once.

"bas..I'm full", she stopped him after three four bites.
"No you aren't", he stated still feeding her like a baby. After making her finish the whole plate he made her drink water wiping her face with his handkerchief placing it back in his pocket.

"Ain, idhar dekho meri tarf", he made her look into his eyes by grabbing her chin.
"Mai kal karachi ja raha hun", he told her.
"I know", she replied.
"Mujhe miss kro gi?", he asked with adoration in his eyes.
"uh..nai..um pata nai", she stuttered on his question out of the blue.
(Ain, look at me)
(I'm leaving for karachi tomorrow.)
(will you miss me?)
(I don't know)

"Mai krun ga bohot zyada, Jaan ho tum meri, tum nazar na aao to kuch acha nai lagta", he poured his feelings out with honey dripping from his tone.
(But I will, you're my life, everything seems meaningless when I can't see you.)

"I'm leaving my heart with you take care of it, okay?", he said kissing her forehead one last time before leaving the room sighing audibly.

"Salaar! kaha gum ho gaye ap! dekhen na fireworks kitne pyare lag rae hain! Thank you so much! Aap bohot ache hain. I lo-", she stopped the moment she realised what she was going to confess.
(Salaar! Where are you lost? look the fireworks are looking so pretty!)

"I what Meri jaan?", Salaar smirked caging her in his arms.
"Nai kuch nai.. wo dekhen ap!", she turned away looking at the fireworks
a deep blush adorning her cheeks.
(No nothing..look there.)

He grinned biting her cheek making her yelp,
"Ahh..Salaar! what are you doing?", she looked at him narrowing her eyes.
"What? I'm eating my Anniversary cake, my wife didn't even bothered to wish me", he replied kissing her cheek soothing it with his tounge making her close her eyes.

"Hh..Happy Anniversary", she wished him clutching his shirt tightly in her hands, his lips moving to her jaw placing a feathery kiss there.

"Happy Anniversary Mrs.Salaar!", he whispered taking her lips in a beautiful kiss. It wasn't urgent or rough but sweet, sweeter than honey.

Noor felt butterflies in her stomach as he sucked on her lower lip ever so lightly, as if he had all the time in this world to taste her, to explore her.

The kiss was slow and soft comforting in a way. His hands rested below her ear, caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. He ran the fingers of his other hand down her spine pulling her closer until there was no space left between them and he could feel the breathing of her heart against his chest.

The heartbeat of his Ain against his chest.

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Hello sweethearts!
A sweet update for you guys💕💕
Who loved their Nikkah scene🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️?

Arghh Wattpad is making me mad, I've been trying to login my account for almost past five hours but it won't let me🤦🏼‍♂️🤦🏼‍♂️
The reason for my late update😪😪
I hope you love it, I did alot of hardwork to update this chapter😪😪😂😂

p.s
Ruksati coming soon😉😉😌
Keep smiling❤️