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Kaisa saman hai
Ham tum yahan hain
Zahir karun kiya hain jo
Mere iraadey

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Wajdan opened his eyes groping a warm soft body pressed against him. He looked down to see Amal curled up against his chest, her silky hair covering her face.

He could feel her steady breaths vibrating against his chest. His body heated seldom as he got aware of her softness so close to him. He loathed being touched unnecessarily yet her touching every inch of his body sounded almost perfect.

His hand moved to remove the hair from her face and her pouty face came into view. His heart clamped seeing her dried tears. The events from last night came surging and he pressed his cold lips on her hair, his arms draping around her waist. She felt so fucking good.

His eyes lingered close as he relished her sweet fragrance. A few seconds later he glanced at the clock, 7 am it read. Carefully moving her small warm body he lay her on the mattress, making sure to gather her hair so it didn't tingle her face or disturb her sleep. He knew she wasn't a fan of waking up and who was he to compel her to do something she didn't like.

A smile made its way on his face as he saw her face scrunched up before she groaned slightly and turned to the right, hugging a pillow to herself. He adjusted her hair again and sauntered out of the bed.

He took out his apparel from the closet and glanced at her warily. She was a heavy sleeper.

His movements curtailed as he peeked at the cuddled-up body in his bed. Everything appeared accurate. As if he couldn't visualize his room without her presence.

He shook his head and strode in her direction. Caressing her face he leaned down to place a feather kiss on her temple. Letting his lips linger there for a long moment.

Whatever she was doing to him, scary or not, he was in for it.

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"Morning," a low meek made Wajdan peer up from the documents he was going through on his phone.

Amal tiptoed towards him. Dressed in a lilac pajama set, hair in a loose braid. He had noticed she chose convenience over any other thing.

"Morning," he spoke clearing his throat. He tried sounding welcoming but it still came out as gruff.

"Are you okay?" Wajdan queried doing a once-over of her face.

Amal glimpsed into his demanding orbs. Her lips twisted at the fact that he was worrying. He had been last night too. He had held her the entire time she was crying like a child. She had felt safe in his arms. In his intoxicating scent. She slept perfectly wonderful in his hold.

"I'm good, sorry for scaring you last night, I usually have dreams after watching horror movies," she mumbled sitting across him and Wajdan glared at her. She was telling as if It was ordinary for her.

"You are not watching those again." He declared.

"What? No. I can't do without watching them."

"You will do without them just fine."

"I don't want to. The thrill keeps your emotions active," she spoke and Wajdan looked at her in disbelief. What was she even saying?

"Life me thrill hona chahiaye na," Amal added squinting her eyes. Her full lips shaped a pout and his gaze flickered to them.
(There should be a thrill in life.)

"Itna zyada bhi nahi hona chahiye," he uttered.

"Uhu chorein, next time apko apni favorite movie dikhaon gi," she snapped her fingers with a smile.
(So much of thrill isn't good.)
(Leave that, I'll show you my favorite movie next time.)

"Horror?"

"Obviously." She grinned.

"Never."

"Kyunn? Apko dar lagta hai?" she inquired mischievously and he glanced at her.
(Why? Are you scared?)

"Nahi." He started. (No.)

"Han to phir?"

"I can not see you crying again," he whispered looking into her soft Amber eyes, and she swallowed.

"I..mai I don't cry, it was just a bad dream," she murmured diverting her gaze from his gaping eyes. Her heart created a mess. This man knew what to say to make her swoon.

"What would you have for breakfast Mrs. Malik," Amal whirled to find their helping hand peeking at her, she was a kind woman in her early 40s. Her husband was their cook. She had discovered the couple had worked for Wajdan for more than 10 years. The moment he started living on his own.

"Chocolate waffles please," she smiled replying, her eyes darted to her husband and she meekly added, "plain pancakes too."

"Aap kahin ja rahey hain?" she questioned watching Wajdan dressed in a black dress shirt, the material clinging to him. His hair jelled back, giving him a sexy look. Hottie.
(Are you going somewhere?)

"I have a little work in the office, I'll be back soon," he explained, "I'll take you for dinner then." He finished and she perked up at him incredulously.

"Dinner?" she breathed.

"Dinner date," he confirmed and her ears warmed up.

"Ohkay," she spoke wiggling her fingers. Her lips quirked up. He wanted to take her on a date.

Wajdan caught a glimpse of her reaction and his heart swelled. He had decided he was going to do everything they should've done before. He wanted to get to know her completely and make her trust him. It was important before they take a step further in their relationship.

"Here are your waffles ," Amal rubbed her hands as the freshly made waffles were placed in front of her.

"Ye apke liye," she pushed the pancakes towards Wajdan. He raised his brows at her.
(For you.)

"They're plain since I guessed you won't eat any flavors," she said forwarding him a folk.

"Khayein," she spoke when he kept staring at her.

He wondered when was the last time someone authorized him like this. She was the first person to do that after his mother. The difference was that he listened to his mother since he respected her. However this girl, he wanted to listen to her because it felt right.
(Eat.)

"Wajdan," she called and his trance broke.

His name sounded sensuous coming from her mouth. He shook his head at the inappropriate thoughts and grabbed the fork from her.

"Breakfast is important and you're not skipping it again," she told biting on her waffles. Wajdan could only nod as he watched her intently.

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"Elif! Does this look okay with my dress?" Amal implied to her silver strap heels. She couldn't decide what to match with her dress and was currently taking options from their house's help.

"It looks perfect, " Elif gave a smile to the gorgeous lady in front of her. She wore a black full-length frock with embroidered sleeves. Her shiny hair was open and curled slightly at the ends. She had done a little make-up too. The winged liner complimented her almond eyes and shimmer highlighted her cheekbones. The maroon lipstick she had on gave her a luscious look. She had put quite an effort to look good.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mrs. Malik. You look perfect," the maid encouraged and Amal discharged a breath.

"I still can't believe I'm seeing Mr. Malik's wife," the woman continued.

"Why?" Amal chuckled.

"Wajdan Sir has always hated being near people. He enjoys solitude. I have never seen him bring over any guests or friends. I thought he had no plans to marry. But after seeing you with Sir, I guess he just needed someone. He has never been so calm before as he was today at the time of breakfast." Elif spoke and Amal listened carefully.

"Can I ask a question If you don't mind?" Elif implored and Amal gave her a cue to continue.

"How did you guys fall in love?" Amal's eyes widened in shock as she heard the words.

"We didn't have a love marriage. It was arranged!" She rushed out the words.

"Really? I- uh the way Wajdan Sir was looking at you and behaving. I thought..., never mind I'm sure he'll be in love soon." Amal blushed at the words. She glanced at herself in the mirror and gleamed.

Her head twirled when they heard the main door's bell ring.

"I guess Sir's here," Elif left their room and Amal twisted her fingers nervously. Would he like how she's dressed? Or maybe no?

'Am I overdressed?'

A few minutes later, the door clicked and she saw him enter. He looked exactly like he had left in the morning, only his hair seemed a little messy. Making him seem hotter.

Wajdan froze when his eyes fell on the gorgeous face that had not left his thoughts the entire day.

Siktir. He gulped as his eyes went to her tinted lips, to her eyes, and then back to her lips. She looked breathtaking. He fisted his hands as he took slow strides in her direction. His body moving on its own.
(Fuck.)

"Wajdan," Amal murmured as he strutted before her. His shoes almost touched her heels.

She quivered under his blazing gaze, his woody spice fragrance reached her nostrils. He looked so big in comparison to her, even when she had heels on. She bucked up to have him staring down at her. His eyes murky, jaw clenched slightly.

"Amal," her eyes fluttered close when she felt his finger lift her chin. The stroke moved on her soft jawline.

"Fuck," he swore, "you look beautiful."

Amal stumbled a little as his cool breath hit her face. Wajdan was quick to grasp her waist. His strength held her still as he put his face in her hair. He felt her shudder.

"You smell fucking perfect," Amal grabbed his shirt when his rumble caressed her sensitive skin. He was sniffing her. Her heart did a flip.

He remained in that position for a moment before shifting back, his gaze fell on her reddened parted lips. Inviting him to do the unspeakable. He had never felt this vulnerable before.

Fuck. He knew he was going fast but this just felt incredible. Her being pressed against him. Her soft breaths reaching his ears. Her quivering hands holding him close. This attraction was undeniable.

'Lanet olsun tempo'
(Damn the pace.)

He leaned to place his lips on the corner of her mouth, barely touching the soft petals.

Amal sucked in a breath at the action. Her heart pulsed and heat surged through her body. Her mouth dried as his stubble prickled her delicate skin. His lips felt burning on her skin. His strong scent fogged her brain.

Her eyes shot open but flickered close when he rehearsed the action to the other corner of her mouth. He was planning to annihilate her with his touch. She melted in his hold.

Her toes curled feeling his hand brush the skin under her jaw, the other curling on her waist.

"Amal," he murmured against her skin, his breath tickling her skin, "you're killing me."

(A/N: You both are killing us😭)

He moved back. Closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Sorry," Wajdan mumbled and Amal looked at him. She saw an emotion enact his eyes and knew he was desperate at the instant, "I got carried away."

He asserted leaving her body and Amal instantly missed the warmth.

"I'll freshen up," Wajdan ran his hands through his hair and moved back or he knew he was going to pounce on the little temptress.

She was filling his brain with her thoughts, more than he liked. There was not a solitary moment that went by him not marveling about this tiny girl as he worked in the office today. He couldn't wait to come back to her and when he did. She had shattered his constraints looking ethereal.

He could just wonder how long was he going to act civil around her now that he had tasted her. He was going to crave her more. Badly.

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"Seatbelt," Walden spoke as she got in beside him. He was now dressed in grey dress pants. His messy hair gave him a casual yet powerful look.

Amal nodded as she shuffled clamping the seatbelt around her. Her mouth stayed shut as he drove through the busy streets, a strong aura radiating off him.

She kept stealing glances at the handsome man beside her. Her face flushed as she gazed at his lips. She wished he should've just kissed her. She felt more restless now.

'What are you thinking Amal! Sharam karo'
She sighed twisting her fingers.

"Stop thinking, Amal," a yelp escaped her lips when Wajdan suddenly grabbed her fiddling hands. She looked at him and he glanced at her with a smirk before looking back at the road.

"I...i'm not thinking," she whispered as she saw his hand grab her right one.

Clasping her soft fingers he put his hand engulfing hers on his thigh.

Her breath hitched. What was he doing? Her heart was going to explode If he kept doing things like this.

"Then why are you quiet?" Wajdan inquired caressing the back of her hand. She looked tensed and he didn't like that.

"Nahi..bas ese hi."

"Did I make you uncomfortable back at home?", he questioned looking at her.

"Huh- No! I mean that's not it. I just...It felt strange. You didn't make me uncomfortable," Amal hurried out the words and Wajdan snickered at her response.

"So you wouldn't mind then?"

"Mind what?" Amal asked in confusion.

"When I kiss you," he spoke, and Amal gaped at him in shock. She was not expecting him to say that, not like this.

"I don't know," she mumbled lowering her head. She was sure her face was burning at the moment.

"Are you giving me permission right now?" he smiled bringing their coiled hands to his lips and placing a feather kiss on her knuckles. She was rendered speechless at his actions.

The Wajdan Malik everyone talked about was not the man in front of her. The man smiling at her was someone entirely different. He was the man she was coming to get fond of.

"Aapki tabiyat theek hai?" She couldn't help but ask. As soon as the words left her mouth she covered her mouth with her free hand.
(Are you feeling okay?)

Wajdan looked at her in amusement.

"Do I look sick Dr. Amal?" he questioned leisurely.

"Nahi to."

"Phir?"

"Aap..you're acting a little strange," she uttered tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Doctor to aap hain, aap hi batayein esa kyun hai?" he glanced at her and spoke. His lips snuggled.
(You're the doctor, tell me why is that?)

"Main kese?"

"To phir mai kese?" he pronounced duplicating her words.

(How can I?)
(Then how can I?)

He found it exhilarating to talk to her. He wanted her to keep talking to him. He wished to listen to her melodious voice.

"Where are we going?" Amal tried to divert the topic and he chuckled.

"A restaurant," he answered briefly.

"Hmm." Amal hummed.

"How was your day?" she spoke watching how his cold thumb rubbed circles on her hand. It felt intimate.

"Just work," he mumbled making her nod.

Just work. Wow. Okay.

"How was yours?" Wajdan polled her with genuine interest.

"Just home," she spoke in his posture and he let out a little laugh.

Amal looked at him in shock. His lips were etched into a laugh, and the corner of his eyes crinkled slightly. She had an urge to listen to that beautiful sound again.

"You are a petty person, Mrs. Wajdan," he smiled amused and she shook her head.

"I guess I am, Mr. Wajdan." She spoke, her eyes staring at his beautiful face.

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"Are you fine by this place?" Amal glanced around as Wajdan asked her. They were in a fancy Turkish restaurant. She didn't know such a place existed in Pakistan.

"I'm fine," she smiled. She had told that she would try Turkish food with him the other day. She learned this man paid attention to everything.

"You will love the food here," he spoke and she nodded. She would love any kind of food.

Wajdan placed the order as she wasn't aware of Turkish dishes. She decided to trust him with that since he seemed a regular at this place.

"Here," Amal saw as Wajdan forwarded a square velvet box in her direction. She looked up at him with querying eyes.

"I didn't give you a wedding gift," he spoke scratching the back of his neck and Amal found his guilty face cute.

She opened the box and gasped finding a diamond bracelet in there. The scintillating bracelet was unique and decent. It was exquisite.

"How is it? You can change If you don't-"

"I like it! It's beautiful," she exclaimed looking into his warm gaze, and he sighed.

Thank fuck.

"Did you choose it?" she asked and Wajdan nodded his head sheepishly.

Aw.

"Thank you." She gave him a profound smile. The fact that he chose it himself made her happier. She knew he was busy and she appreciated his taking out time for her. Just like he was now, taking her on a date.

She was going to fall for this man If he kept going like this and she would be glad to do that.

(A/N: Mai already fall ho chuki hun😩😮‍💨)

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"Wajdan?"

"Hm?" Walden raised a brow at her when they reached the car.

They just had dinner. Surprisingly, Amal loved the food and he was pleased he brought her here. Her face had been adorned with a delightful smile the entire time and he couldn't have imagined anything fucking better than this. His heart felt ample as he watched the little girl who had managed to acquire power over him in a short time. He felt like he had known her for long. The way he was attracted to her was fucking astounding.

"Can we take a walk?" Amal twisted her fingers and glanced at him expectantly. The weather was pleasant and the sky looked pretty. She wanted to take a walk with him.

"You want to?"

"Yes," she bobbed on her heels.

Wajdan glanced at her feet and frowned. She was not going to walk in those. His gaze moved up and saw her arms wrapped around her. It was slightly chilly. She was not going to fucking walk like that.

"We should-" He glanced into her Amber eyes and his words died. He couldn't bring himself to refuse her adorable face.

Siktir. He groaned running his hands through his hair.

(A/N: Man you whipped😭)

"Wait," he mumbled going to his car and Amal stared at his back in confusion. Where was he going? Did he not want to have a walk with her? She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He was doing so well. She pouted with a sigh.

Nevermind. She stepped behind him but halted when she saw Wajdan striding towards her with something in his hands.

A Puma slipper and a hoodie.

She glanced up at him.

"Here, your feet will not hurt in these," he grumbled placing the slippers in front of her and she swore her heart missed a beat. Butterflies jumped in her stomach as she glanced at the adorable man.

She pulled her feet out from the heels and gasped when Wajdan kneeled before her, guiding her feet to his large slippers. Amal positioned her hand on his broad shoulders as he assisted her other feet too. Her heart thumped against her chest as he stood and put her heels back in the car.

"Wear this too," he covered her little form with his hoodie and fixed her hair.

"Let's go," he forwarded his palm in her direction and Amal melted into a puddle.

How did she get such a perfect specimen?

She gushed putting her tiny hand into his large one and he was quick to lace their fingers.

"Let's have a fucking walk," she heard him mumble as he pulled her with him.

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"Wajdan rukein," Wajdan stopped when she grabbed his arm. He looked down to see her gazing somewhere. They had been strolling on the footpath for almost 15 minutes. They had come quite far from the restaurant. He wanted to tell her to go back but watching her bounce on her feet and swing their hands together she looked happy and he was satisfied.
(Stop.)

"Wo dekhein," Amal pointed to her left and Wajdan glanced at the florist's shop.
(Look.)

"Ek minute yahin rukhein, Mai abhi aayi, " she exclaimed pulling her hand from his and Wajdan frowned at her action.
(Stay here for a moment, I'll be back.)

"What are you-"

"Stay still! I'll be there in a minute, " she pointed her finger at him when he was about to follow her. Wajda narrowed his eyes at her and she laughed entering the shop.

Wajdan grumbled folding his hands and glaring at the shop where she had disappeared to.

A minute later he saw her coming out of the place with a huge grin on her face. His lips curled up into a smile watching her. She had such an effect on her. His eyes moved to her hands as she waved the bouquet in her hands.

Sunflowers.

She had a fucking bouquet of sunflowers in her hand. The bright flowers admired her brilliant smile. She felt like sunshine at that moment. His sunshine.

She reached him enthusiastically and her next words had him stiffened.

"Ye aapke liye," his eyes widened when she nudged the flowers towards him.
(For you.)

"Me?" his heart did a fucking flip and she nodded shyly.

"Thank you for the date. I enjoyed it," she mumbled forwarding the sunflowers in his direction and he gulped.

He was receiving flowers for the first fucking time in his life. He did not know how to react.

"Here," she giggled bringing his hand up and curling his fingers around the bouquet.

The huge brooding man looked adorable with the sweet bright flowers in his hand.

Amal smiled at his shocked face and stood up on her tiptoes, placing a quick peck on his chin. She moved back and saw his eyes widen even more. She laughed.

She broke the poor man. He was in shock.

"Amal," he breathed running a hand through his hair, and she giggled.

"Let's go back," she fisted her hands turning around when Wajdan yanked her back.

She came crashing onto his chest, her hands grabbing his chest to lessen the turmoil.

"What are you doing to my fucking heart?" Wajdan grumbled glancing into her honey Amber orbs. Her captivating eyes pulled him closer. He leaned placing his lips on her head.

He grabbed a sunflower from the bouquet and placed it behind her ear. Holding her waist the entire time. He could feel her soft body holding onto him. It was alarming how she looked prettier than the fucking sunflower.

Amal felt the tiny sparks flutter on her skin. She looked into his beautiful warm obsidian orbs and whispered her reply,

"Whatever you're doing to mine."

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Asalam-u-Alaikum and Hello beautiful people!

A cute fucking chapter for my adorbs. They're so cuteeee, I wanna dieee.

I hope you enjoyed another early update 😭🫶🏼

And alsooo, since you guys like Asfandyar more. I'm taking Wajdan. HE MINE🥹🧎🏻‍♀️

Next update will be on time ig( in a week I mean hehe.)

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