Jab tak tujhe pyar se
Beinteha main bhar na dun
Jab tak main duaaoon sa
Sau dafa tujhe pad na loon

جب تک تجھے پیار سے بے انتہ میں بھر نہ دوں
جب رک میں دعاوں سا سو دفعہ تجھے پڑہ نا لوں

The sun had sunk and the white orb crowned the glittering midnight sky with its hoary light. The sky was naked tonight, the twinkling stars it's only jewellery.  I stood at the window of my bedroom, my fingers clasped around a warm cup of chai, looking at the moonlight splash the garden in shadows and silver. The wind blew softly, rustling the errant strands of my hair and the long fingered leaves of the trees.

I raised the cup to my lips and drank a sip, my eyes running back to the clock hanging on the other wall. It was Saturday. It was late. And he was still not here. With a sigh I turned back to the window. I stood there for a while, drowning myself with cups of tea and boredom. But then it suddenly occurred to me.

I was bored. The night was young. It was time to have some fun.

I ran to my closet, scavenging through my collection of silk and lace night-wears. I had plenty, but I still hadn't mustered the courage to wear them, or perhaps I had just gotten too comfortable with his oversized shirts. Once I had changed, I fastened the tea pink gown over my silk negligee and then smoothed my hair into bouncy curls, pumped my lashes with mascara and smouldered my lips with a transparent gloss.

Taking one satisfied look at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but admire the wicked grin adorning my lips. My skin glowed under the lights, my cheeks bloomed with colour and my hair fell over my face like the bouncy waves of a wild sea.

Tonight I wanted to be his vice.
Tonight I wanted to inflame his soul.
Tonight I wanted him fiending for me.

I carefully slipped out of my room, making sure no one saw me sneaking into his study. His room was just besides our bedroom and while I was sure no one was around, I still felt my heart pop out of my chest with fear and an odd sense of adventure. I peeped though the slightly ajar door and then entered the room, pushing the doors shut behind me. With the doors locked, a heavy sigh escaped my lips and I turned around with languid slowness, leaning against the wooden structure with measured movement.

The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the lamp on his desk and the sconces on the bookshelf behind him. He sat behind his desk in all his masculine glory, impressively powerful, unimaginably focussed. Despite the disheveled state of his hair, that fell on his forehead in an unruly mop, he looked unabashedly attractive. His white shirt had creased, the top buttons were undone and his grey tie hung lose around his neck. His head was buried in the files scattered on his desk.

"Do you want some—" his words died on the edge of his lips. He raised his head, his eyes meeting mine. A momentary flicker of surprise washed over his drawn features, the hazel of his eyes glimmering under the shadows of the room. I stared back at him, my eyes never wavering, my back steeled with playful determination. As if sensing my motives, his thick eyebrows rose a fraction, his lips pursed together and his face softened, though I wasn't sure if it was in surprise or approval.

Under his heated scrutiny, I felt myself wilt, my heart shuttering in sinful ravenous. His gaze trailed down my length, taking in the dip of my waist, the curve of my hips and the smooth skin of my slender legs. He slowly leaned back against his seat, his gaze hot and unwavering. The corner of his lips quirked up with a tiny smirk and his honeyed eyes darkened with admiration.

I stood there like a forbidden nymph, keeping his steady gaze locked with mine. Time seemed to have stilled and a vicious silence enveloped the room. My throat felt parched and my chest constricted painfully. I licked my suddenly dried lips and then bit them ruefully, fluttering my eyelashes at him suggestively. His eyes carefully followed the movement and the devilish smirk on his face widening. His eyes had darkened with desire and the muscles of his arm twitched underneath his sleeves.

I sauntered into the room, the soft click of my heels echoing off the tiled flooring. "I have suddenly started regretting my decision." I complained, walking up to his desk. I leaned against the table, resting my weight at the edge, my eyes watching his reaction from underneath the curtain of my sooty lashes.

His eyes were focussed on my legs and I felt a heat of satisfaction warm my heart. He reluctantly looked up, his brows furrowed in confusion, "Which decision?" He asked almost absentmindedly.

"My decision to marry you." I purred, pushing away the files on his desk and plopping myself up. "You're boring. I'm already tired of living with you, and it's only been two week." I added, shaking my head in disbelief. I leaned back with deliberate slowness and the gown slightly slid open, revealing the skin of my bare thighs. His eyes moved away from mine, a trace of heat setting those coppery hues ablaze. My cheeks tainted pink, when his eyes stayed there for a few seconds too long, before lazily moving back up to meet mine.

"What were you saying again?"

My eyes squinted in disapproval, "So now you don't even listen to me?"

A hint of amusement lingered on the corner of his lips, his coppery eyes watching me with a renewed interest. "That's not true," he protested, his hand closing around my wrist. "All I think about is you, all I see is you and all I want is you." He tugged me closer, his chair rolling towards the desk.

The smile on my lips widened. Dangerously. And I leaned in, tracing my finger from his forehead, down the bridge of his nose, stopping right underneath his lips. I felt his body still at the action, his eyes following my finger like tiger staking it's prey. "That's why you left me all alone on a weekend." I said, my voice a sensual whisper.

"There were pressing matters that needed my attention. I wa—"

"Shhhh." I pressed my finger against his moist, rosebud lips, slowly lowering my face to his. My nose brushed against his in a teasing fluttering touch, our lips sinfully close. "You should have been with me tonight." I breathed, "I was waiting for you." My voice dropped, barely audible, my eyes drinking in the sight of my finger pressed against his parted lips.

In the silence that stretched between us like an endless barren dessert, I could hear the faint thump of his heart, his breath becoming low and deep, his eyes constricting with unperturbed want. A surging tide of warmth ricochetted through my entire body, a dizzying giddiness of heat flared my soul seeing the want pool in those molten orbs. Raw naked desire.

I ran my hand up his linen shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin thaw the palm of my hand like the sun warms the earth with its nascent rays. My eyes braved another glance at his lips, studiously avoiding the eyes that were watching me with a burning intensity. My hands trailed a careful path up to the nape of his neck, my fingers stoking the unruly thickness of his hair.

A groan rumbled from his chest and his eyes fell shut, surrendering to the sweet assault of my fingers tugging at the ends of his hair. Despite the balmy chill of the air, the room suddenly felt warm, buzzing with a sizzling heat. There was something so raw, so primal in the way my fingers curled around his hair, filling me with an inexplicable need to be near him.

Heat rose from my stomach to my chest and I edged closer, pressing my lips on his jaw. I breathed him in, his hypnotic scent invading my senses, pulling me in like moth to a flame. I could feel the soft tickle of the spiky hair of his beard against my lip, when I dragged them up to the side of his face and then pressed another furtive kiss behind his ear.

He was still, frozen and unmoving. I eased myself onto his laps, my knees folding on either sides of his waist. He looked up, his eyes heavy, his voice hoarse, "What are you doing?" he croaked out sceptically, but his arms went around my waist, carefully drawing me close to him.

I stole another glance at him, a fugitive smile curling around the corners of my lips. "What? Can I not hug my husband?" I asked innocently and then wrapped my arms around him, burying my face in the base of his neck.

I felt his body shake with laughter, before he replied, "You can do whatever you want with him. He is all yours." He looked down at me with a fond smile, his fingers brushing aside the hair falling on my face.

I tersely looked up and then smiled to myself. His hand reached out for mine, holding it for a while, before interlacing our fingers in a powerful weave. I straightened myself up and smiled at the longing and adoration dancing in his eyes. The lines on his forehead had etched, carefully replaced with a languid expression. I held my hand up, pushing back the hair falling on his forehead and whispered, "Mine. All mine. Only mine."

"Only yours." He assured, matching the lilt in my voice. We just stay like this, soft smiles tugging upon the corners of my lips. A beautiful silence echoed between us, there were no words just simple happiness and a warm cozy feeling. I looked into his eyes, those mystical captivating orbs spun with the strands of melted caramel. I hesitated for a while, but then leaned in and pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips.

"Shanzae." He moaned in a rasped whisper. His hand slid to the small of my back, pressing against it, moulding my body into his. I arched into him, my nose caressing the warmed skin of his cheek, my palms trapping his jaw. "Your intentions don't seem noble tonight, Shany." I heard him say, his voice laden with amusement.

Shany.

I pulled back abruptly, my forehead creasing with a frown. He watched me carefully, his unblinking eyes awash with curiosity. "Don't call me Shany." My voice was low, but firm.

"I thought you liked the name."

I shifted uncomfortably, gnawing at my lips. "I do. But that's when my family calls Shany, because they see me as their little baby girl, their spoilt pampered princess." I cowered under his scrutiny, my tone dropping and my fingers nervously fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. "I don't want you to see me like that. I know I'm younger than you and I don't have a lot of experience with life but—" I babbled on, unnerved under his unfaltering gaze.

"How do you want me to see you?" He studied me.

I expelled a caustic breath, my eyes meeting his again. "I want you to see me as the girl you're in love with. As the wife you wish to spend your life with. As the woman who owns your heart and soul."

His breath fanned my skin as he bent closer to me. His hand curled underneath my chin, tilting my face to meet his eyes, which were alit with unbound desire. His lips pressed against my forehead and I sighed, my body sagging against his. I inhaled, letting his musky fragrance clear my mind. "That's what you are to me, meri Jaan. You are the queen of my heart."

I smiled, pressing my cheek against his chest. "You can call me—" I thought for a while.

"Shan?" He offered.

I wrinkled my nose, looking at him in disbelief. "You want to call me Shan?" I asked pointing at myself, "Like Shan Masala? No please." I shook my head in disapproval.

"Shan masala doesn't sound too bad though." He teased. "It's spicy and hot, just like you."

"Aliyaar." I whined like a baby, stretching each syllable of his name. "I like it when you call me by my name."

"Shanzae."

I smiled hearing my name roll pass his lips. All I wanted was to melt in his arms and feel the heat of his skin against mine. When my gaze met his again, his face had darkened, all signs of playfulness gone. My name fell from his lips like a prayer and his eyes narrowed imperceptibly.

His hand dragged up from my waist, pulling me flush against him, his fingers brushing against my bosom and a shiver ricochetted though my body welcoming the heat of his touch. His lips brushed against my neck, in a soft, silken sear. I could feel the heat blossom in my heart, my thoughts dizzied by the madness consuming my mind.

He was so soft, so gentle, so loving.

"Are you sure?" I heard him ask against the skin of my collarbone.

My eyes rolled shut and my hold on his hair tightened. "Do you want me to sign a NOC?" I mumbled incoherently, my thoughts becoming blurry under the assault of his lips that wove a sinful web of passion on the exposed skin of my neck, his nose running against the crevices of my shoulder.

I was dazed, high on the intoxication of pleasure.

Hearing my words, I could feel him smile against me. "You're so beautiful." He muttered looking back into my eyes. His fingers ploughed through the roots of my hair, pulling my face inexorably close to his.

I could feel his breath graze my skin and the soft heave of his chest move beneath me. A shot of heat tantalised my soul, my body leaning into his. His eyes dropped to my lips and then back to my eyes, searching them for a silent permission.

My eyes dropped close and I drew closer to him. I could feel the wild thudding of my heart, the slight tingle in my spine, my breath coming in low and shallow. A sliver of panic darted though me, the solemn realisation of this moment rising above the cloud of madness that seemed to have possessed me. But all thoughts, every doubt, all panic evaporated like thin air and a ripple of pleasure ripped through me when his lips brushed against the corner of my lips in a feather like caress.

But then we froze, hearing the knock at the door.

^an actual image of me right now. 🌚
Also, thank you Eshal for the Shan masala idea! ♥️

A quick midweek update. I hope you all liked it! Let me know your thoughts.

There will not be an update on Friday, but I will try over the weekend.

Until next time. Keep me in your prayers. ♥️