Itni shiddat se Meine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai
Ke har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai.

اتنی شدت سے میں نے تمہے پانے کی کوشش کی ہے کے ہر زرے نے مجھے تم سے ملانے کی سازش کی ہے۔

Night seeped through the rounded window of the plane like a dark stain across a muslim cloth. The golden glow of street lights hazed underneath the swirls of clouds and soon everything disappeared into the inky darkness of the night. I settled back into my seat with a comfortable sigh, just when the air hostess appeared again with a glass of juice and a helping of nuts.

"If there is anything else you need tonight, please let me know. The plane is fully stocked with everything Aliyaar sir had requested prior to take off." She smiled politely, but I shook my head while taking a sip of my juice.

"This would be all for now. Thank you." She nodded and disappeared behind the divider, granting us some much required privacy. My attention flickered back to the darkened skies outside the plane and despite the monotony of the gloomy views shrouding the window, I felt excitement sparkle in my chest. I still wasn't sure where we were going, but the thought of being able to spend some time alone with him made me truly feel alive.

The door at the back of the plane scraped open and Aliyaar appeared, having gotten rid of his jacket. I sat up straight as I watched him walk up to me and settle on the seat beside mine and then turned to me with a breathtakingly charming smile. "Hi, beautiful."

"Hi?" I giggled, pulling my brows together in confusion at the sudden shift in his mood. His eyes sparkled, granting his cutting features a look of a deadly glory.

He was handsome— truly glorious. Like the duke of shadows, the prince of darkness and the king of nights.

A subtle wolfish grin tugged upon the corner of his lips and his honey glazed eyes grazed down upon my rosebud lips with steady appraisal, before agonisingly trailing back up to meet my questioning orbs. "I was wondering why a beautiful girl like yourself is sitting here. Alone, all by herself." He leaned in, his eyes glinting like warm chalcedony.

A suggestion of a smile crept upon my face, but I pursed my lips putting on a veil of lethal calm over my face. "Are you flirting with me, mister?" I asked in a lightly honeyed tone.

A glimpse of amusement flickered beside his lips, "Perhaps I'm." In a teasing touch, his nose feathered a graze beneath my ear, his warm breath lighting my skin on fire. I gasped, unable to form any words. "Was it so obvious?" He asked as he pulled back to study my face with renewed interest, his expressions savouring the false disappointment at having been caught.

"Sadly," I tsked. Despite my fluttering pulse, I succeed in maintaining a calm countenance, steeling my nerves against his flirtatious advances. "Regardless, I'm married." I held my hand up, flashing my ring at him. "Happily, if I may add." I turned away from him with a satisfied smile on my face.

"Ouch!" His gaze shifted and his hazel eyes filled with fake disappointment. He quirked his brow at me and shook his head, his hair a mass of dark waves moving like the ocean current. "Is there no way I can steal you away from him?" A wicked salacious grin ghosted across his lips.

"I'd like to see you try," I leaned into him with a determined expression, my narrowed gaze meeting him at eye level. His eyes darkened at the challenge, a spark of fire burning in their unending swirls. "But it's difficult to steal from a seasoned thief." My voice faded to a heated whisper, enough to rile up the blood in his veins. I tapped a finger against the side of his face, guiding it down with languid deliberation.

"A thief?" Curiosity clouded his eyes, while they intensely followed the burning path of my finger. "Your husband seems to be an honourable man." His hand caught my wrist in a swift unsuspecting move, pulling me into him. I stilled into a stupor, falling upon his chest with a light thud. A soft chuckle escaped his lips but his eyes burnt with frightening desire. I wanted to push him away, to teach him a lesson, but instead I bowed into his caress, my steel flecked eyes burning and fervent.

"He is anything but honourable," my breath prickled down his face, eliciting a shudder of maddening need. Our lips were close, only a sliver of air parting them. One move and they would meet in a searing touch. A burning nip. A delicious taste. "He is a thief."

Despite the chill in the air, everything around us seemed to burn, his breath the only wash of comfort against my restless feverish skin.

"He stole my heart." Unknowingly my lips brushed against his in a sinful caress. His lips coiled into a devilish smirk and his expressions suddenly took on a scintillating edge.

He looked menacingly vicious.

"Serves you right for stealing his heart, soul and his breath." Tentatively, his hand shifted to the small of my back, pulling me even closer to him.

My cheeks warmed at his words and I shifted slightly, trying to squirm out of his hold. "I never stole them." I said softly, my voice sounding deceptively innocent. "I only took what rightfully belonged to me."

Dark amusement glittered in his hazel eyes. "So he belongs to you?"

"Yess." I breathed in deeply, my words coming out much laboured than I had intended. "He belongs to me. Every ounce of him belongs to me. He is mine. Only mine."

"Only yours." He confirmed, his lips brushed against mine in a feather like touch.

I sighed into his touch. "Like I'm his. Only his." My eyes fell close, readying myself for his kiss when the sound of a door opening had us pulling apart in reckless hurry.

"Will anyone ever leave us alone?" I muttered under my breath as I relaxed back into my seat. Aliyaar stole a fleeting glance at me, an amused smirk gracing his lips, but he remained quiet.

"Sir, your coffee." The tall air hostess walked in, her heel clanking against the wooden flooring of the plane. She smiled at Aliyaar before placing the coffee and a slice of chocolate cake on the table. "Let me know if you need anything else."

"Was she trying to flirt with you?" I frowned, watching her retreating back. My words almost had Aliyaar choking upon his coffee, his eyes widened at my unwarranted question. "She bought me nuts and you a cake."

Aliyaar chuckled. "Is my Shany jealous?"

"I'm not jealous." I said rather cooly. "But remember I'll wring the neck of any girl who even thinks of coming near you."

"Woah. Easy there my tigress." Aliyaar stole a concerned glance at me.

"I'll probably also claw their eyes out."

"Jeez baby. There is no need to be violent." He chuckled softly. "I never took you to be the jealous type."

"I told you I'm not jealous. Perhaps a tad bit possessive."

"A tab bit? Aren't you modest?" He playfully nudged my nose against his. "You're the most fiercely possessive girl I've met in my entire life. And I love that about you."

A sudden coy smile graced my lips and I looked away, feeling the heat rise up my neck and paint my cheeks pink. "You still haven't told me where we're going and for how many days."

"Where is a secret and how many days, well dad has given us the plane for as long as we want, but I was thinking we could stay for a week. We can always return earlier if you want, although I doubt I'd be able to extend it longer than a week." He gave me an apologetic smile.

"A week is enough. Although I'm sure Safina aunty would be disappointed at our rather short trip." I giggled, placing my head against his shoulder.

Aliyaar groaned, "I swear I think Ammi feels a little disappointed every day that we do not share the 'good news' with her." I toyed with my lip, trying to give away very little of my reaction. "You have no idea how long she emotionally blackmailed me to get married, just so that I could have children."

"Perhaps soon." I smiled slightly, my blood warming up at the thought. If Aliyaar was surprised he did not show, instead he reached from my hand and wove his fingers with mine. "You know, growing up, I never thought I would have a happy relationship. In the world we live in, marriages are nothing more than deals. And I don't think children need to be bought into the world to piece together broken fragmented relationships. Those innocent souls do not deserve to bear such burdens."

Silence settled between us for a hot minute. Aliyaar merely nodded, but his eyes gleamed with unspoken thoughts. "What are you thinking?" I asked.

"Are you really ready to have children? Isn't it a bit early?"

I shook my head. "I didn't say I was ready. I don't think I'll ever be ready. But I'm at a place in my life where I feel secure enough to have children."

"I'm glad you feel this way." He raised my hands to his lips. "You know I love you, I always will."

"I know. And I know you'd be a great dad to our children as well." I inclined my head for him to kiss my cheek.

"Get some sleep, we still have a couple of hours before the flight lands."

****

To say that I was in paradise would be an understatement. With a faded veneer of old money sophistication, breathtaking Victorian gardens and vineyards and lakeshore restaurants set against an idyllic landscape of blue waters and the picturesque Alps, Lake Como in Northern Italy was a sight to behold.

We had landed at the Lugano airport a little past 9 in the morning and after a quick skim through immigrations, we had departed straight for Lake Como. The scenic car ride was a little over forty minutes and throughout the entire journey I couldn't help but marvel at the stunning views surrounding us.

"Is this your first time in Italy?" Aliyaar asked.

"No. I spent a summer in Rome and Venice with my family, but I've never visited Milan or Lake Como. Do you come here often?"

"I inherited a villa from my grandparents here. It's a beautiful waterfront property, almost 400 years old. I used to visit often when I was studying in London, but it's been a while now." Aliyaar pressed his lips together, immersing himself in deep thought, almost like he was unsure if he wanted to share the next bit of information.

I nodded and then looked away, giving him the space to recollect his thoughts.

"Since last year I have been thinking of selling it. I felt rather lonely every time I came here. Plus, it's a very expensive estate to maintain. Although that's not important if I actually used the place." Sadness flared through my heart at his words. All I wanted was to reach out and hold him in my arms. Perhaps Aliyaar read my thoughts, because he smiled slightly, although it never reached his eyes, "But now that you're here, if you like the place we can keep it for us." He said keeping his hand over my thigh.

"I'm sure I'll love it. And I'll make sure you never feel lonely here again." I smiled at him brightly, once again resisting the urge to pull him into my arms. "You know I always wanted to buy a house somewhere like this and live a life far away from the chaos that follows us around back home."

"Oh trust me. You'd love it here then. Because apart from a few staff, who look after the property, there's no one around." A sudden sparkle of mischief twinkled in his eyes and he grinned wickedly, "I'll have you all to myself. No one to disturb us or hear you—" My eyes widened at his words and I swiftly clasped my hand over his mouth.

"I can't wait to show you around." He chuckled.

****

"Umm— Aliy— leave." I moaned into his kiss. "Show me—mmm— around." I groaned against his lips, but despite my feeble attempts to push him off, Aliyaar eased me against the wall, his hands slipped behind me, biting into the soft curve of my derrière, holding me flush against his need. "I— Aliyaarrr." I mewled again, ignoring the fierce pounding of my blood that was pooling within me.

I felt my legs wobble and had it not been for his arms holding me I would have probably collapsed on the floor. "Say it again." He whispered hoarsely, his lips finding the dip of my neck.

"Huh?" My fingers curled around his hair, miserably failing at holding onto any semblance of sanity while my thoughts faded into the heavens above.

"My name." The lilt in his voice was heavy, almost unrecognisable. "I want to hear you say my name. It drives me crazy."

"Aliyaar." I moaned heavily when he looked up, his eyes catching mine for a heart stopping moment. His eyes flashed. Beguiling and unflinching. Drawing me into his cobweb of sinful desire.

"You drive me crazy." His eyes constricted, lightening up with the golden flames of untrammelled need. And then without warning, his mouth caught mine in the most searing kiss, that had me shaking to my core. Fervent and decidedly unvirginal. Leaving me writhing in his arms with brazen agonous need.

As seconds passed into minutes every touch, every moan, every kiss had me wanting him even more. Every grain of control trickled through my fingers and realisation slowly began to settle in.

This was it.

However, in a shuddering moment of madness, I felt Aliyaar slow down and with much reluctance he lowered me back on the ground, tearing himself away from me. He breathed deeply, his jaw clenching and unclenching with every move. With heavy lidded eyes he turned back to me and whispered in the most seductively low voice, "Tonight."

I struggled to regain my breath. "Are you sure?" I folded my arms behind my back and walked up to him in a slow challenging saunter that had him looking at me raised a eyebrow in apparent surprise. "I wouldn't be surprised if you—"

"You little tease." He growled in my ear, pulling me into his embrace, his arms wrapped tightly around me. "Save your wit for tonight. You might be needing it." I giggled, shaking in his arms. "Come let me show you around."

We spent the afternoon exploring the property. Every room, every corridor, every balcony was designed and decorated with utmost care and thought. Victorian architecture dominated the structure but hints of modern Italian and ancient renaissance nuances were splashed all over the estate. My favourite part was the lake facing gardens. Lush green and neatly kept. Vines of Bougainville and begonias snaked around the terrace railings, hanging from the trellis with blossoming downy petals.

"I can't believe you wanted to sell this place." I asked as we sat and watched the sun drown behind the mountains. "This place is what dreams are made up of."

"Dreams exist because of people. If there are no people, what would dreams be for?" Aliyaar sipped upon his drink, his response cryptic and almost sad. "I had no one to share this place with and I never thought I'd be getting married. At least not anytime soon."

"Why did you not wish to get married or even have any relationships for that matter?"

He shrugged, his eyes glued upon the horizon, "After what happened between my parents, I was terrified of emotionally investing in a relationship. I was terrified of losing the person I was in love with. Perhaps I still am." A frown cut across his face.

I reached out and cupped his jaw forcing him to look at me. "I'm sorry. But you're not getting rid of me anytime soon. And even if you try to run away I'll make sure to drag you by your ear and bring you back."

Aliyaar laughed at this, a glimmer of amusement lighting up his face. "And what if someone steals me away from you?"

I tilted my head, a sickeningly sweet smile playing upon my lips. "I'd like to see the bitch try." I frowned at the hilarity on his face, my lips unspooling slowly. "You do know that I'd murder both of you."

"I'm perfectly aware of my wife's capabilities." He replied with a disturbingly beautiful smile. A smile that had my heart missing a beat. He was a devastatingly handsome man with a begrudgingly beautiful heart. It was in moments like these, I realised how truly lucky I was.

The dusk of the setting sun melted into the night sky. In the waning darkness, the soft lapping of the water washing against the rocks murmured through the thick silence. We both remained quiet, the impending events of tonight looming over our heads like an ominous cloud. As seconds passed, a peculiar nervousness began to freeze my bones.

In the days we had been married, we had been intimate on several occasions, often coming close to the real deal, but all we had really managed were some hungry kisses and hot touches. And I knew it wasn't because we didn't want it. Aliyaar had been extremely patient, a lot more patient than I had originally anticipated, but now I knew he wanted this more than anything. We were at a point in our relationship where our pasts no longer mattered, we were the present and together we'd make a beautiful future.

"Do you wish to go inside?" Aliyaar asked, breaking my chain of thoughts. Despite the simple question, the underlying meaning of his words wasn't missed by me and I flushed, nodding my head. Tonight the moonlight betrayed me, my expressions were not missed upon him. He leaned over, placing his hand over my thigh. "You don't have to feel pressured."

This was the only reassurance I needed. At this moment I knew he'd always take care of me. "Do you mind waiting here for a bit? I wanted to—" he smiled, noticing the coyness in my tone.

"Yeah I'll join you a little later." With this he got up and placed a kiss on top of my head.

***

I stared out of the window, watching the moon spill it's silvery glow over the still waters of the lake. Tonight the stars winked with sinful suggestions, their light brightening up the darkest of night.

A knock sounded at the door, before it slowly creaked open behind me. My breath hitched and my nerves became taut. As the footsteps drew closer, my fingers toyed with the belt of my robe, my hands feeling clammy and slicked with sweat. I had bathed and changed into a black nightgown with a slit up the side. I knew he liked the colour, but something about the way the gown clung to my curves had me feeling both nervous and powerful at the same time.

I felt his firm chest press against my back and his breath curled against the skin of my neck. I shivered, when he wrapped his arm around my waist and bowed down to nip my neck. I melted into his touch, my head falling back against his shoulder, relishing the feel of his lips against my heated skin.

"Words can't express how much I love you." He raised my hand to his mouth and kissed my knuckles. "How much I want you." His hold tightened around me and his nose pressed against my temple, inhaling deeply as if taking me in. I sighed as I slowly began to let loose, "I bought you something."

I turned around and saw him holding a small bouquet of daffodils, bright and yellow. A sign of a new beginning. I smiled widely, taking the flowers from him. Of everything, I hadn't expected this. "These are gorgeous."

"Not more than you." He said, pushing my hair off my shoulder to reveal my neck. And then he paused, as his eyes raked over me leaving a trail of fire everywhere they went. He stilled, his eyes darkened and his breath became shallow. My brow rose and I looked at him nervously, suddenly feeling jittery under his heavy appraisal.

"Shanzae." He groaned in a voice so thick that it set my whole body on fire. "You steal my breath away, baby."

And without warning, his head descended upon mine, his mouth taking mine for a scorching kiss. Tonight there was no tickling or teasing. This was plain dark desire. Deep and dangerous. He devoured my soul as I surrendered myself to him, enjoying the titillating joy of giving myself to him.

The flowers dropped to the floor with a soft thud.

My arms wrapped around his neck, my breath becoming heavy and rugged. Spasms of pure ecstasy ricocheted through my entire body, robbing me of my thoughts and sanity. Everytime he was this close, I felt a maddening need spiral through me like a devil possessed.

His hands roamed over my entire body, pulling me impossibly close to him. His fingered cradled and massaged my curves in the most intimate of touches. Never in my life had I experienced a touch so exquisite, that had me giddy with a sheer thrill of anticipation.

"Meri Jaan." He groaned against my lips as his hands knotted through the luscious strands of my hair, pulling them down to tilt my head upwards. I shuddered at the raw and carnal feel that zinged down my spine. I grabbed onto the lapels of his shirt, drawing him near, until there wasn't a sliver of space between us. My body moulded into him.

Awkwardly, my fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them as his lips left mine and his face pressed against my neck, nipping and caressing it with his stolen kisses. He rolled his shoulders while my hands pushed the shirt off him. A deep guttural moan escaped his lips when I reached out and brushed my fingers on the hard planes of his chest. My hands felt distressingly soft against his handness as they slid down his torso, enjoying the feel of his bronzed skin.

A tentative step back, a beautiful step forward. One step at a time, he guided us towards the bed. Like a patient lover, he watched as I familiarised myself with the pleasures of intimacy. His eyes were brimmed with intent, darkened with longing and edged with a dangerous desire, yet he was patient, allowing me time to ease myself into it. He took a step back and l followed like a moth to a flame.

Tonight I wanted him to burn me.

"While you look exquisite in this night dress, all I want to do is rip it off you." He whispered hotly against my ear.

I gasped, horrified at the suggestion. "Don't you dare. Do you have any idea how expensive it is?"

One of his hands reached down to untie the belt of my robe, while the other held me by the nape, pulling me in for another hungry kiss. He smiled at my words, "Do you think I care?" His lips moved against mine in a sensuous caress. "I'll buy you as many as your heart desires." His fingers dipped underneath the fabric of my robe to feel the skin of my thighs.

And before I even had a moment to react, he pushed the robe off my shoulder, pooling it around my bare legs. And were it not for the thin lace negligee, that although left very little to imagination, I would have been completely stripped off any defenses. I shuddered, feeling the cool air kiss my skin while his eyes burnt every inch of me. For a moment my breath fled my chest and my whole body was a lit under the assault of his hard body and the friction of the soft silk.

His teeth scraped against the strap of my gown, while his hand reached underneath the fabric to cup the swells of my bust. For a moment, it almost felt like the fire that crackled between us was ready to ignite the both of us.

Oh God.

I moaned, my head falling back as I gave in to his strokes. Wanton need pooled in my belly, as a new strange yet unforgivingly pleasurable feeling raged through my veins.

"You're so perfect." The low seductive drawl of his voice and the merciless squeeze of his hand, tight and spasmodic, had me whimpering in his arms with an indescribable ache. He held me close, his hands not once leaving my body as he guided us through the darkness towards the bed. I felt the back of my knees hit the bed, but before I could react he gently pushed me by my shoulders. I scrambled back, holding myself up against my elbows. Despite my state of undress, I could not help but gawk at the sight in front of me.

His taut muscles flexed under the glimmering moonlight flooding the room, accentuated by the dark blue jeans that hung low on his hips. A wicked smirk formed on his lips when his eyes caught the fire burning in the depths of mine. His jaw flexed, and the suggestion of stubble only accentuated the striking features of his face.

"Like what you see?" He asked rather cockily while his hands searched the table side drawers for its content.

A hint of colour threatened to creep up my face and while my whole body was pulsating with need and my throat was parched with a burning passion, I replied dryly, "Even if I don't, I don't have an option. I'd have to make do with whatever I've."

"Make do?" His brow rose in an unbelieving stare. "You little liar." A smile threatened to take shape upon my lips, but bit down, burying my teeth in their soft flesh. And then I watched as he retrieved a small foiled packet from the drawer and another jolt of heated awareness rose above my senses.

This was it. We were finally doing this.

I watched as he prowled on top of me, his unwavering eyes holding mine in the most sinful of gazes. Like a predator stalking its prey. Wild and deadly. But when he leaned down to take my lips, it was the gentlest of kisses. The most loving. The most giving. "I want you!" He said, placing his forehead against mine. His breath touched my skin and I could feel the heat warm my veins. "And I know you want me. But if you need more time—"

"No!" The word came out faster than I had intended. "No. I want you. I want to be yours. To be the woman you're in love with." I raised my chin, my mouth seeking his.

But what began as a slow feverish kiss very quickly accelerated to something very demonically passionate as his lips took over the reins, coaxing me to open up to him and allowing his tongue to conquer the very depths of my soul. His lips were voracious, demanding everything I had to give. Yet the hunger within them seemed insatiable. And what started as an unending game of greed, settled into a perfectly imperfect exchange.

His hands and lips roamed all over me, touching, kissing, nipping, kneading me in places that had me writhing beneath him with an inexplicable madness. My mouth burnt and my skin was on fire. His fingers dug deep into my flesh as my moans grew louder, relishing his touch. My hair sprawled over the pillow in wild abandon.

"Aliyaar," I gasped breathlessly, bucking beneath him as my body stiffened when his fingers slipped between my thighs to touch me in the most intimate of ways.

"Just trust me, baby." He nudged me apart, his fingers warming me up with their torturous pace.

"Ahhh." I groaned, feeling my body squirm with exquisite pleasure. My head tossed and twisted around wildly while my hands gathered up the sheets into knots. My whole body convulsed with unwilling pleasure. But in between this madness raking through my body, I didn't realize how his hands managed to rid me gown with great finesse and speed.

My eyes widened and my cheeks burnt with embarrassment, when I saw his eyes roam over me with darkened appreciation, reveling in the sight in front of him. I lay sprawled over the bed as he skulked towards me, his darkened eyes leaving a trail of fire over my skin. I could feel my tendons pull and I gulped at the heightened awareness. My eyes fell shut, too shy to meet his gaze. Unable to take it any longer, I pulled the blanket over myself, tears brimming my eyes. Everything suddenly felt salacious and raw.

"Hey!" I felt him whisper beside me. "Open your eyes. Look at me." His voice was like a gentle breeze, cool and inviting. "Jaan. Look at me." I felt him kiss my cheek, his thumb running across my jaw.

"It's still so ugly." I murmured softly, referring to the scar on the side of my belly. This wasn't the first time he had seen it, yet every time he saw it my insecurities came back rushing in like a powerful wave. "You probably don't like seeing it either. And you probably find me ugly as well." I could feel my voice shake with emotion.

"Are you hearing yourself?" Aliyaar asked, almost offended at my words. His fingers curled underneath my chin, forcing me to look up into his eyes. "I told you this on our wedding night and I'll tell you again, mere liye Dunya ki Sab se khoobsurat Larki ho tum. Meri jaan ho!"

[you're the most beautiful girl in the world. You're my life.]

I smiled meekly as I reached out to push away the hair falling on his forehead. "You mean it?" I asked, my hands sliding down his shoulders to feel the sinewy muscles of his back.

"You want me to show it to you?" He grinned, his eyes lined with cheeky mischief. "I promise I can spend my whole life showing you how beautiful you are." His voice dipped and he nuzzled his nose in the base of my neck, peppering small kisses along the column.

I giggled at the ticklish feel of his stubble rubbing against my skin, all my nervousness and insecurities flying away in thin air. "I'd be surprised if you even managed this one night."

I felt him stop, his muscles going rigid underneath my palms, before he slowly pulled his head up and looked at me with an unamused look."Damn you. Always trust your mouth to say the most inappropriate things, Shany." I giggled again, ruffling his hair. He leaned in and kissed my lips. "I want you so much!" He said raggedly.

I felt myself losing to him again, drowning in the abyss of warmth and passion. My traitorous arms stole up and wrapped around his neck, while his lips continued to weave a sinful web of passion. Carefully he slipped underneath the blanket and I sighed blissfully aware of his skin pressing up against mine. The warmth. The feel.

"Make me yours, Aliyaar." I gasped against his mouth, only for him to smile and deepen the kiss further.

"Jo app chahein, meri Jaan."

[whatever you want, my love.]

What followed was a slow yet frantic buildup of extreme pleasure and pain. As he ripped us off the last few pieces of clothing, the fiery copper hues of his eyes smouldered with growing need while his cool breath kissed my heated skin.

I could feel every inch of him, hard and sturdy against my softness. His deep penetrating eyes never once left mine as he slowly entered the depths of my soul.

Tonight he ravished me. He loved me with surprising tenderness, yet made me forget every thought with his wild strength. Our souls intertwined, dripping off sweet pleasure and salty sweat. With each euphoric kiss, with each blissful caresses he had me calling out his name in blissful agony.

Tonight he gave as much as he took. Tonight I felt alive. With every caress, with every touch, with every glance, with every sweet word and scintillating promise he blazed within me a fire I never knew I possessed.

Tonight even the moon seemed to enjoy our union.

****

"Aliyaar." I groaned slightly as I stirred awake. The room was still dark and I felt a heavy weight incapacitating me. I tried to move again, but the sweet soreness in my body and Aliyaar's body wrapped around my torso meant there was no way I could move. "Aliyaar." I tried again, ploughing my fingers through his hair in an attempt to wake him up. He stirred slightly, before tightening his hold and snuggling into my chest again.

Never marry a deep sleeper.

"Aliyaar, I'm hungry." I whined, miserably failing at trying to push him off me. "Get off me!" I pinched his arm and he groaned.

"What do you want?" He mumbled in his sleep.

"Get me something to eat."

He looked up slightly and slowly rubbed his eyes, before leaning over the side table to check his phone. "It's three in the morning. You want to eat now?" His voice was heavy, still laden with sleep, but still sexy enough to stir awake every nerve in my body.

"My stomach didn't know it can't feel hungry at three in the morning." My apologetic smile only seemed to irritate him, but he remained quiet, carefully rolling off me. "Go. The kitchen is stocked." He pointed toward the door, before grabbing a pillow and arranging it underneath his head.

"Oh! I'm not going anywhere." I poked my finger into his bicep. "Go get me something to eat."

"Shanzae! It's the middle of the night." He mumbled. "Let me sle—"

"Aliyaar I'm hungry," I pretend to weep, hiding my face underneath the blanket. "I can't move all because of you and you can't even get me something to eat."

"Are you seriously crying?" Any sign of sleep evaporated from his voice and I felt the bed move beside me. "Babe, are you crying?" He asked, suddenly concerned. I smiled inwardly, I knew this would do the trick.

I bobbed my head, "But why would you care. You don't love me any more." Suddenly the blanket slipped off my face and he caught me laughing. He stared at me with an unamused expression, his hands resting against his hips. Busted.

"You behave like such a 5 year old at times." I giggled, puckering my lips into a pout. "Now don't act cute." He rolled his eyes at my action before turning around and leaving for the kitchen.

He returned after a while, holding a tray in his hand. He was shirtless, his trousers hanging low around his hips. Despite his disheveled hair, he looked tempting and enticing like a, "Chocolate cake." I muttered out loud.

"There is no chocolate cake in the kitchen. I reheated this pizza from lunch."

"But I want chocolate cake." I replied seductively. A teasing grin blossomed on my face and I stuck my tongue out, running it over my lips, my eyes roaming over the 6ft 2 inches of tempting goodness in front of me.

"Where will I get choco—" he paused as the underlying meaning of my words dawned upon him and he laughed, shaking his head. "You, meri Jaan, have a dirty mind."

"Do I?" I fluttered my lashes at him innocently.

"Yeah. And I love it." He said taking a bite of the pizza.

I frowned. "Don't eat my food."

A wicked gleam sparkled in his eyes and he leaned in, his hot breath rubbing against my ear, "What would you rather have me eat?"

It took me a moment to realise what he meant, before I pushed him away with a scandalised expression plaguing my face. "Yuck. You're so dirty."

He laughed, "You can't blame me, especially when my wife looks like a treat!" I flushed at his words, all my nerves buzzing with electricity.

"At least let me eat in peace."

"How do you feel?" He asked after a while.

"A little sore. But I guess it's normal?" He nodded, tucking the loose strand of hair away from my face. "Ok, you can keep the dishes back in the kitchen. I'm going to sleep now." I said taking the last piece and dusting my hands.

"What am I? Your servant?" He complained, putting the tray on the table in our room, before quickly climbing back in bed and rolling on top of me. His hands caught my wrist, holding them captive above my head. "Not that I mind." He teased in a low tone.

"Aliyaar I'm sleepy." I knew he was wide awake now and if the sparkle in his eyes was any indication, he had no intention of letting the both of us get any sleep at least for the next few hours.

"Sleep is for the weak, my love." He nudged his nose playfully against mine.

"Oh, is it?" I tried to free my arms, but he held on. I was no match for his strength. "So what else should we do in the middle of the night?"

He pretended to think. "So many things."

"Like?"

"How about I show them to you."

It was probably early morning before I finally got some much needed sleep.

****

The week flew by faster than I had anticipated. It's another story, Aliyaar didn't let us leave the room for four days straight. And if I had let him have his ways, we wouldn't have left the villa for the entire week.

But the last three days, we had spent time shopping from the designer boutiques of Milan. And until today I had never thought of myself as much of a shopaholic. Aliyaar had spoiled me like a crazy brat, buying me every little thing I laid my hands on. He pampered me with dates nights and yacht rides. And showered me with flowers and jewels of untold variety.

To say that I was the happiest girl in the world would not be a lie.

But it was now time to head back. While this was our little paradise, that was our world. But for some odd reason, I felt hopeful. I had a feeling everything would now be fine. We would win the elections. Aliyaar would become the Chief Minister and things would be fine.

"Hi Princess." Aliyaar kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you for bringing me here." I looked at him and smiled. "It was beautiful. This whole week felt like a dream."

"I'd do anything to see that smile on your face."

"Are you still thinking of selling that place?"

He thought for a while, "I'll let you decide that. Do you wish to keep it?"

"Yes." I tried to convince him, my eyes bright and hopeful. "I'd love to keep it for our children." Unwittingly, my hands went over to rest on my stomach and I couldn't help but notice his eyes follow the movement and his expressions shift.

He pursed his lips in deep thought, "Anything for you." He looked up and added after a while. "And our children."

Redeeming myself by adding pg gif. 🌚😂

Probably the most anticipated and difficult chapter to write. But I'm so happy for my babies. I might just cry. 😭😭

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