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Tere sang yaara
Khush rang bahara
Tu raat deewani
Main zard sitaara

"Mr.Khan! Won't you introduce your wife to me?", Rohail's voice echoed through the parking area causing Salaar's steps to hault abruptly.

"And why do you think I'll introduce my wife to a mere passerby", Salaar almost growled covering Noor completely. His dark voice was enough to make her tremble but the way his hand was soothing her hand, It seemed he was trying his best to control himself rather than pacify her. She slightly placed her other hand on his and his tensed muscles relaxed a bit.

"So you do business deals with a mere passerby? Impressive Mr.khan", Rohail chuckled trying to take a glance at Noor behind Salaar.

"Don't you dare try to be smart with me, ROHAIL AFANDI!", Salaar proved his efforts futile covering her more.

"I am not trying to be smart, I am
smart actually", Rohail snickered which caused Salaar's blood to boil.
If not for Noor's hand on his, he would've killed that batard the moment he showed his face.

"Congratulations Noor, I accept I was late in meeting you, otherwise things would've been different now", Rohail said turning towards Noor and she cringed by the way he took her name. Before She could even think of replying she felt his hand under her gone.

"IT'S MRS. SALAAR FOR YOU!", Noor shrieked covering her mouth as Salaar puched Rohail right in the face causing him to stumble a bit. He was also well built like Salaar.

"Fucking punch, huh?", Rohail said wiping the blood from his mouth and eyed Noor.

"EYES OVER HERE, BASTARD!", Salaar shouted landing another punch over his face but Rohail was stronger than she expected. He returned the punch with a punch on Salaar's face.

"SALAAR!", Noor screamed as he stumbled because of the unexpected blow.

"YOU BLOODY ASSHOLE!", Salaar straightened droving his fist deep into his gut and he groaned with pain.

"Salaar!", Noor squealed loudly but he was busy in fighting. She quickly took her phone calling Rehaan.
"Reh..Rehaan bhai aap jaldi bahar a..aa jaye", she pleaded looking at a furious Salaar.
(Rehaan bhai come out quickly.)

Only a second had passed and she saw Rehaan run towards them along with a guard. He grabbed a fiery Salaar, trying to stop him whereas the guard pulled Rohail away.

"LEAVE ME BHAI, I'M GOING TO KILL THIS FUCKER!", Salaar roared pushing Rohail away but he grasped his face harshly,
"STOP IT Salaar! Calm down Okay! Look at Noor, she's terrified ", Rehaan made him look at a timid Noor looking his way. He could swear he saw hurt flashing through her eyes when they met with his. He sighed audibly closing his eyes.

"Take her inside the farmhouse, I'll tell Ami you'll stay here today", Rehaan patted his back taking the guard and a bleeding Rohail along with him.

He stepped towards Noor slowly and tried to touch her face with his hand but she flinched away seeing blood on his knuckles. Taking her hand in his he took long strides towards the back of their farmhouse. Crossing the garden and swimming pool he entered the lounge through main door.

"Asalam-u-Alaikum Sir, Mam!", the housekeeper greeted them.
"Va Alaikum Asalam, You can leave for today, we'll be staying here, tell all the servants to leave too", he ordered in his monotone dragging Noor towards his room.
Locking the door behind he made Noor sit in front of the dressing and went into the bathroom. After washing his hands he came back and saw her unhooking her jewellery, she had already gotten rid of her dupatta.

Removing his coat he stopped her hands which were near her ears and started to remove her earrings.
"Ain?", he called opening the bun of her silky hair.
But she kept looking down fidgeting with her small fingers.
"Janaan, look at me", he requested stroking her soft hair.
"Meri Jaan, are you angry with me? Hm?", he asked putting his face on her head looking at her through the mirror.

"Should I not be?", finally she looked up standing, her deep emerald orbs met his grey orbs and she felt butterflies in her stomach noticing her exposed self in front of him. The dress had a deep neck and she wasn't wearing her dupatta nor jewellery.

"Yes you should be angry with me and I should be able to get rid of your anger", he almost whispered moving his hand on her collar bone sensuously and she gulped closing her eyes.
"Sa..Salaar", she whimpered as he removed her hair from her back and kissed her nape, his warm lips lingering there for a while.

Controlling herself she pushed him back a bit and turned to look at him.
"I have t..to change, w..where are my clothes", she stammered unwantedly causing him to smirk.

"You can wear my clothes, they are in the dressing", he said boring holes into her petite figure by his gape.
She rushed to the dressing room not looking behind, she could still feel his stare on her.

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'Agh..No Noor No..you can't act weak today, he should also understand that anger is not only the solution, huh', she ranted entering the room. She had taken shower and changed into his woolen shirt and pajamas, she almost looked like a dwarf in his big clothes.

She looked around but he was nowhere to be seen. After roaming in the room for about two minutes she decided on sleeping before he comes.
Quickly getting in the bed she pulled the comforter on her and closed her eyes. Turning and tossing for about five minutes she sat huffing.

'Where is he?', she thought glancing at the wall clock. It was 11:00 pm and he wasn't back yet.
Getting out of the bed she wore his slippers and walked to the door. She turned the knob to be greeted with silence. The lights were off, only moonlight from the windows caused her to see silhouette of the sofas in the living room. Reaching the switchboard she turned on the lights but it seemed like the main switch had been turned off due to the weather. It had been cloudy the whole day and she was expecting rain soon.

"Salaar?", she called him getting a bit scared, she was not afraid of darkness but the continuous rattling of windows due to wind caused her to tremble.
"Salaar?", she called him again a bit loudly this time. Still she got no response.

"Salaar kidhar hain aap? Please bahar aa jaein", she said looking around reaching the main door.
"Salaar? Salaar? Ese to nai kren mujhe dar lag raha hai ab", she could feel her heartbeat fasten.
(Salaar where are you? Please come out.)
(Salaar? Salaar? Don't do this I'm getting scared.)

She was about to open the main door when the sound of lightning caused her to scream.
"Sa..Salaar you're scaring me, where are y..you?" , She mewled controlling her tears. She loved rain but was frightened of thunderstorms.
Turning back she tried to run towards the room but stumbled hearing another lightening.

"Ahhh", she screamed placing her hands on her ears.
"Ain?", she stood hearing his faint call, It was probably coming from their room
"Sa..Salaar!", she shouted sprinting towards the room.
"Ain? Janaan? Where are you?", his voice got clearer as she was near the room.

Before she could reach for the door , it opened revealing her solace dressed in his pajamas. his wet hair all messed up.

"Sa..Salaar!", she sighed running into his arms, jumping onto him she cradled him like a baby. Wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his torso she hid her face in his neck letting the stream of her tears a release.

Salaar had entered the room a while ago and panicked on not finding her inside. He knew she hated thunderstorms and usually slept with her mother on such nights. He called her a few more times checking the bathroom but turned towards the door abruptly on hearing her scream.
He opened the door to see her running to him in disheveled state.
He picked her up as she jumped into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"Ain? Meri jaan, are you okay? What happened?", he asked worriedly rubbing her back.
"Aa..aap kaha ch..chale gaye the mm..main darr gayi t..thi", she weeped on his shoulder tightening her arms around him.
"Shh..chup bas mai idhar hi tha, dusre room me shower le raha tha", he cooed holding her securely in his arms.
(Where did you go? I was so scared.)
(Shh..be quiet I was right here, I just went to take shower in the other room.)

"M..mujhe btaya bhi n..nai", she complained stopping her hiccups.
"Acha sorry meri jaan, ab ro to nahi mera dil betha ja raha hai", he said walking into the room holding her.
(You didn't even tell me.)
(Okay sorry my life, now don't cry, my heart is sinking.)

He sat on the bed with her in his arms and she sniffed his wet hair calming down. Opening the braid of her hair with one hand he started to massage her scalp lightly.

"It's okay meri jaan, I'm here", he told her closing his eyes inhaling her hair.

After a few minutes, Noor realized the position she was in and that she was supposed to be angry with him. Leaving his nape she moved back suddenly getting out of his lap and he looked at her confused.

"Ain? Janaan you okay?", he asked as she stepped away from him.
"I..I'm fine, I need to sleep", she stated expressionlessly reaching the door and he started at her back in shock. He knew she was going to go hard on him but he hadn't expected this.

"Where do you think you're going, janaan?", he covered his shocked expression putting his hand on the door stopping her from opening it.
"To sleep", she stated trying to act calm.

"This is your room, sleep here if you want", he said turning her around.
"I won't sleep with a person who never listens to me", she managed to say it looking into his stormy eyes.
"Ain!", he warned her.

"what Ain? Why do you get so angry? Han? That day we had an accident, you could've gotten injured seriously! Today you fought without thinking of any consequences, what if you got hurt? What if Rehaan bhai wasn't there? You could've killed him Salaar!", she shouted putting her small finger on his chest applying pressure with every question.

He smiled seeing her all concerned for him. She looked cute wearing his clothes trying to be intimidating which she was but.
"Salaar! This isn't funny!", she said hitting his chest with her fists.

"I can never think of consequences when it's you who's at stake, Ain.", he said looking deep into her eyes and her breath hitched noticing the sincerity in his grey orbs.

"But I am scared of your anger, Salaar", she protested in a meek voice.
"Can't you at least try to control for me", she added placing her hand on his heart.
"Okay I will try", he replied holding her hand on his heart.
"Really?", she asked with twinkling eyes.
"Really!", he said pinching her little nose.

"I love-", she put her hand on her mouth realizing the slip of words.
"You love?", he asked smiling snaking his arms around her waist.
"I..I love myself, yes I love myself", she covered making him chuckle.

"Seriously Ain?", he said picking her up in his arms and she yelped with surprise.
"Salaar! Put me down", she blushed as he walked towards the glass door which opened to the garden.

"Close your eyes, janaan and open them on count of three!", he ordered opening the door and she shivered slightly as the cold air hit her.
"1..2..3.. Now!", he said and she opened her eyes to be mesmerised by the beautiful view infront of her. A table for two had been arranged with fairy lights all over the garden and a beautiful cake was placed on the table.

"Wow..Salaar ye sab aapne kia?", she said looking at him and he smiled kissing her lips.
"Yes!", he replied.
"Mere liye?", she asked blushing more.
"Apni Ain ke liye", he said making her sit on the chair and wrapped a shawl around her. The weather was still not good but she felt relaxed in his presence.
(Wow.. Salaar you did this?)
(Yes!)
(For me?)
(For my Ain.)

"Now cut the cake", he said taking his seat.
"Thank you Salaar It's so beautiful", she smiled looking into his eyes.
"Not more than you", he told her as always and she flushed looking away.

She was just about to cut the cake when she felt a rain drop on her hand,
"Salaar?", she called him.
"Hmm", he replied lost in her eyes.
"Salaar! It's raining!", she shrieked as it started to rain  cats and dogs. He stood up immediately holding her hand but she stopped him.

"Ain! andar chalo barish ho rahi hai", he said holding her hand again but she jerked it shouting,
"To acha hai na itni der baad barish ho rahi hai, mai to aj barish me naha karhi rahun gi", she giggled spreading her arms.
(Ain! let's go in, it's raining.)
(So what? It's good that it's raining after a long time, I will surely enjoy this rain today.)

"Ain! itni thand hai beemar ho jao gi andar chalo", he dragged her with him inside and she sulked when he locked the door behind him.
"Salaar, dekhe na kitna pyara mosam hai bahar chalte hain na, cake bhi kharab ho gya sara", she pouted looking outside.
(Ain! Let's go inside it's so cold you'll get sick.)
(Salaar look the weather is so nice, let's go out, the cake is also getting ruined.)

"Bilkul bhi nahi aur cake aur aa jae ga abhi idhar aao tum", he said pulling her towards him rubbing her wet hair with a towel.
(Not at all and we can get another cake.)

"Salaar!", she whined.
"No", he finished the argument with one word.
"I hate you!", she said huffing.
"What?", he snickered pulling her face closer to him.
"I ha-", before she could finish her sentence he silenced her by slamming his lips on hers.

She moaned loudly grabbing his shoulders as he bit on her lower lip granting entrance. He moved back kissing her hastily and pushed her on the bed reaching it.
She plopped down on the bed with a thud and he smirked removing his shirt. She shivered watching him shirtless, his sexy abs were enough to wet her panties.

"Sa..Salaar", she mewled as he kissed her sweet spot still a bit red because of his yesterday doings. Removing her shirt in one go he growled watching her wearing a red lacy bra.

"Fuck! You don't need these things to tempt me, jannan", he said freeing her breasts from the bra and they bounced darkening his eyes with desire.

"Do you still hate me?", he asked blowing on her hard nipples and she clutched the bed sheet crumbling it.
"Sa..Salaar", she whispered closing her legs but he stopped her placing his knee between them.

"Do.You.Still.Hate.Me?", he asked again in between licking her right nipple while massaging the other with his hand.
"Sa..Salaar pp..please", she moaned grabbing his hair when he bit her nipple soothing it with his tongue afterward.

Removing her pajama he stroked her over her panties and she pulled on his hair with anticipation.
"Do you hate me?", he demanded rubbing her crotch biting and nipping his marks on her stomach darkening them more.

"N..No!", she screamed releasing herself and he smiled smugly kissing her lips.
"Then do you love me?", he asked placing wet kisses along her jaw.
"I..I-", she stammered holding his nape bringing him closer.
"You?", he said getting rid of his pajama and boxers along with her wet lacy panties.

"I..I lo..love-", she moaned feeling his hardened tip on her entrance.
"You love?", he groaned rubbing her crotch with his member.

"I..I love you!", she squealed as he entered her placing his lips on hers.
"I love you too, I love you Meri Jaan, I love you so very much", he said thrusting into her again and again.

That night she kept confessing her love as he made love to her. As he made her his, completely, for eternity.

"Ishq ho tum mera, Ain"
(Ain, you are my passion.)

THE END

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Hello Sweethearts!
This marks the end of my first story, Ishq. I hope you loved it, because I did.
I loved writing Ain and Salaar. I'll miss them a lot🥺🥺♥️♥️
Thank you so much for voting and commenting on my book everyone♥️♥️

P.S
I'll update the epilogue in a day or two😊💕
I'm thinking of a plot for my new story, feel free to give me ideas💕
I shall be highly grateful💜

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