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Shaitan broke loose😳😂😂

It was a sunny hot day in Karachi and both the brides were put on the run to find the perfect outfits for their small dholki function. Since it was going to be an all ladies function Zunaira was hell bent on getting Narmeen all the revealing cloths she could and if not then force her to atleast try them on.

According to her Narmeen had the figure that she always neglected and she wanted her to see herself in something put of her comfortzone for once.

"Meeni I'll go fund some more dresses for you and if then you don't like anyone of them then I will not force you ok?" Zunaira said from the other stall. She had chosen her dress. Hers was a pastel pink lehenga with a low cut blouse, Zunaira was comfortable wearing such cloths and even after knowing her Khala would be pissed, in her defence it was her wedding not her Khala's and she would wear what she wanted not what the judging aunties approved.

Narmeen zipped up the lehenga and stared at herself. She had to admit she looked good in the off shoulder pink and blue lehenga ^^ but the blouse was a major clash in the outfit. Her mother would have her head even before she wears it. It was the type of dress that she would want to wear but only for herself. The low waisted lehenga hung a few inches below her bellybutton. She loved how she looked like a model but she also knew if she ever did the mistake to wear it infront of anyone she'll be dead from embarrassment.

She heard shuffling outside her door. The sound of the door opening resounded in the small cubical and  thinking that might be Zunaira who came back with yet another headache she started rambling.

"Yaar zunaira ab yeh kuch zayada hi hogaya hai. Ek dafa dekhlo phir hum kaheen aur se mere liye dekhlenge kuch. Ammi would never approve of this. Leave Ammi I would not wear this anywhere." Narmeen said staring at herself. She was wearing yet another lehenga zunaira had gotten for her. Truth to be told Narmeen didn't like anything in the shop but Zunaira did and just to pass time Zunaira was making her try on multiple dresses.
(Zunaira now this is too much. Have a look and then we'll go somewhere else to get me dress.)

"As much as I love the sight, I still wouldn't approve you wearing this infront of anyone but me" a voice very deep to be Zunaira's spoke from behind her. Narmeen's eyes shot up only to be met with a pair of clouded blue eyes. Her breath got stuck in her throat and eyes widened like saucers. She gulped audibly as the sound of the lock on the door being ticked resounded. Her heart was beating abnormally, skipping beats two at a time. She could hear the blood rushing in her ears.

Rameez and Faris were casually following their wives around just to have look at them since the house security was quite strict. The guards were told not to let the boys in and that being their grandfather's order the guards were bound to oblige. So now they followed them around the mall like their shadow glaring down the men staring at them.

They both sat in the far corner of a boutique seeing Zunaira frantically looking through dresses with Narmeen no where in sight. Faris couldn't take it anymore and so he approached her startling her. Rameez turned his gaze away since he didn't want his overly charged brother planning his nieces or nephews in the middle of a bridal store. His gaze flickered to the changing area where he had last seen his wife go. Moving his gaze back to the couple one last time he found them gone. His phone pinged indicating a message.

'Zunaira and I are going out for lunch she's saying help bhabhi out if she need anything she's in stall number four

~Faris'

He sighed at his brother but soon excitement rushed through him. Looking around carefully he made his way to the stalls. He stood outside to stall contemplating whether he should go in or not but Narmeen's voice and rant about the blouse being unapproving had his curiosity spiked. His need to see what his wife had gotten herself had him walking inside silently.

The sight infront of him had his breath hitched in his throat. His whole being clouded with sinful desires as he stared at the seductress he had for a wife.

Her hair swept to her right shoulder while the low cut off shoulder blouse left her left shoulder as well as back uncovered. His hands itched to roam all over her exposed skin as it almost glitters under the white light.

His eyes trailed the length of her back till the waistband of her lehenga.

"As much as I love the sight, I still wouldn't approve you wearing this infront of anyone but me" he said. His voice heavy with desires that he had been trying so hard to subside. His throat clogged as her eyes snapped to his. Her lips parted as a small gasp was let out in the room.

She eyed his tall figure standing a few steps away from hers. As if like a lightbulb her instincts kicked in. Hurriedly she let her hair fall on her back concealing it while reaching over to grab her dupatta.

Her hand was stopped mid way when a large hand circled around her wrist. Narmeen felt her breathing get heavier and with every breath she took her chest heaved up and down noticeably. Tightening his hold on her wrist he pulled her back into him. Her back hitting his front all the while he stared at her through the mirror. Her eyes down casted with a permanent blush on her face that only seemed to grew deeper and deeper with every passing second.

"Ladies function hai tu matlab aise Kapre pehne jaayen ge" he said resting his hands on the side of her waists causing Narmeen to intake a sharp breath. He felt goosebumps rising on her body, he started moving his hands along the curve of her waist making her shiver visibly in his hold.
(So if its a ladies function you're going to wear such cloths)

"N-N-nahi.... Woh me......" Narmeen couldn't meet his eyes. She turned her head slightly to the side and down making her hair curtain her face from his view.
(N-N-no...... I...)

The skin to skin contact was driving Rameez to the edge. He didn't want to loose control in the changing stall of a shop neither did he want to scare off his little blushing wife. The way her skin was heating up under his palm was too much of a reaction for him to be completely wasted. She tried moving towards the stool where her stuff was kept but the moving of his hands upwards had her forzen.

His large hands traced the curve of her waist up at her sides then shifting to her back. His hands rested on her shoulders feeling the sharp shoulder blades. He caressed its skin and let his hands roam under her hair.

Gathering her thick luscious locks in the space between his thumb and forefinger he fisted her hair in a messy bun or a clump of hair at top of her head with one hand while the other wounded around her waist to stop her from squirming out of his hold. The cold air of the A/C hit her unexpectedly but was soon replaced by the heat of his face nuzzling her neck. Narmeen closed her eyes and fisted her lehenga tightly, she bit her lip as a sound of pleasure bubbled in her throat. Her breathing was ragged, his hold kept on tightening around her with every passing second.

"Kion karrahi ho mujhpe itna zulm?" He mumbled against the skin of her shoulder. The movement of his stubble had Narmeen shifting in her place.
(Why are you doing this to me?)

"H..huh?" A shaky voice left her throat as she mustered up the courage to open her eyes. She regretted opening her eyes as a pair of Sapphire blue orbs stared back at her.

"Bina kuch bole, kuch kiye kaise ek jhalak pe tum mere andar ka sukoon barbaad kardete ho, kuch andaza hai tumhe....... Pichle ek hafte me jitna self-control jama kia tha Sara dher kardia hai tumne" he said in a haze. He paused in the middle and turned her  around. He let her hair go and gulped the dryness of his throat after the front view came in his line of sight, he had a hard time admitting that he was not at all disappointed.
(Do you realize how you ruin my inner peace with just one look of yours without saying, or doing anything... All the self-control I mustered in the past week went in vain because of you)

"K....kia matlab?" She stuttered feeling her nerves go all over the place.
(W..what do you mean?)

Rameez pinned her against the mirror with her hands pinned in either side of her head. He intwined their fingers locking her in between his body and the mirror. He ran his nose at the length of her neck making her shudder in delight. She felt herself growing hazy. His face rested an inch away from hers. Their noses grazed one another, her lips parted to as she gazed into his eyes drinking each and every detail they had. The tip of his tongue licked the rim of her plum bottom lip. Rounding her arms behind her he pushed her against  himself. His lips claiming hers. He kept his placed on hers still but then slowly started moving, slowly as if he was caressing every inch of those pink petals of rose not wanting any part left. His pace increased gradually, Narmeen didn't know when she started responding back but she found herself drunk of the taste of his lips on hers.

He let her hands go but let his hands roam on her body making her shudder. His lips muffled a squeak as he pinched her waist making her jump more into him. Her palms curled into fists clenching his black button down shirt.

She felt his hand moving up under her arm where the zipper to her blouse was situated. She felt the blouse getting loose as the sound of a screeching zipper filled her senses. Her eyes widened as she pulled away for much needed oxygen.

"R...Rameez.... Uh.... A...aap j...ayen y..ahan se. Zu.naira aati hogi" she didn't know how she said or what she said but tried so desperately to move away from this situation before she losses her sanity but his eyes along with his hands held her pinned against the mirror.
(R.... Rameez uh... Y..you have to go. Z.unaira will be coming any minute)

"Woh pehle hi Faris ke saath jaachuki hai. Tumhe mere bharose chor ke gaye hai" he said lowley kissing her behind her ear. Her body unknowingly arched into his as his warm lips worshipped her skin.
(She already left with Faris. Leaving you in my hands.) 

Her senses came back to her as she realized exactly what this could lead to because at the rate Rameez was going recalling him back would be a disaster. She wriggled her hands out of his and pushed him away. Rameez was taken aback from the sudden harsh push. He seemed offended but Narmeen only cared about not losing her dignity in a boutiques changing room and her husband had no plans of getting his hands off of her.

"That's enough now out" Narmeen said in a hard tone. She wrapped her over coat around her like a robe and turned her back to him. She wrapped her hair up in a bun and tried gathering her scattered self.

"Wha—?" Rameez couldn't complete his sentence as he was roughly pushed out of the stall. Narmeen took deep breaths and leaned against the door. She locked it and hurriedly changed out of her dress. Her eyes widened in horror seeing two big Hickeys on her right collarbone she hadn't realized he went lower.

Rameez stumbled out of the stall because of the unexpected push. His eyes went to the woman staring at him with judgment clear in her eyes. He was deeply offended by being pushed away like this, his man ego was bruised that he couldn't even get a proper kiss.

"You should be ashamed" she remarked with distaste clear in her voice. The door of the stall opened and Narmeen stepped out dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a light yellow coloured kurta with her yellow overcoat/shruglike abaya. Her scarf wrapped around her head and neck loosely.

She stared at her husband and the woman gazing at her. She felt a bomb of anger explode in her being but she brushed past them. If he was offended then she was frustrated.

She walked out of the store quickly calling Zunaira who didn't pick up. The lord knows what she's upto she thought.

Rameez walked behind her half heartedly. She was passing by a gents shop when she spotted a nice watch. It was a silver chain watch nothing over the moon. It was shehryar's birthday in two days she couldn't get him a gift last year since he wasnt here and now she thought it would be a nice gift for him.

She walked inside and towards the counter. Rameez followed her who refused to acknowledged his presence.

"Pack this please" she selected one after looking through a few she offered the salesman a polite smile making him return the gesture.

Rameez walked out of the store with a stoic face. Narmeen felt bad for just shoving him away. She walked out to look for him but couldn't find him. She called him, the phone rang a few times, she looked here and there finding him smiling and talking with a group of girl who were obviously way too close to him for her liking. She felt a pang of jealousy take over the guilt she felt.

He looked at his phone but ignored her calls, resuming his talk with his new found friends. She tried to reason it out thinking they might be old friends but then friends don't get all over each other.

Rameez knew she was looking, she even called him but he ignored her. He kept talking to the girls who were desperately trying to get him to hang out with them but his attention was at the gaze he felt on himself.

Narmeen felt hurt, just because she didn't want him regretting anything he was going to play it this way. She felt sudden tears sting her eyes, the tears soon turned into rage.

"Well Mr Rameez two can play this game" she thought and left. Her steps were quick and surprisingly confident. She pulled up her shades and walked out like a diva. The wind had her coat flowing behind her gracefully.

Rameez looked up when his phone stopped ringing. He saw his wife making her way out of the mall with quick steps. Her block heels came to her advantage since she has always been able to walk faster in heels.

"Excuse me girls I have to go" he said trying to get his hold out of this one particular brunettes hand.

"But—" she couldn't complete her sentence as he sprinted behind his wife who was almost across the parking lot.

She went to her jeep and got it she was about to drive off when Rameez like a drama king came infront of it. Narmeen rolled her eyes and blared the horn loudly. He didn't move not even a bit instead trotted to window of the passenger seat and knocked on it.

Narmeen ignored him and started her car and sped past him. He kept staring dumbfounded, she saw him standing there she slowed down but not enough for him to catchup.

"Faris took the car you're my ride home

~Rameez"

She groaned reading the text but stopped anyways. Rameez made a run for the jeep his wife loved more than him. He immediately got in the passenger seat and made himself comfortable.

"Itna gussa" he coed seeing her angered face. He pinched her cheek that was turning red with anger.
(This much anger)

Narmeen stepped in the accelerator causing the car to jerk and speed on the road.

"Slow down woman you're going to get both of us killed" he semi yelled seeing the car pierce through the traffic like a bullet. He took a mental note never to let her drive when she's angery or that day might just be his last.

"Address" she replied to his hysteric state in a calm voice.

He explained to her the address and after a while the speed of the vehicle evened as he maintained quiet. Narmeen turned on the radio just as she saw him turning to her. It was just the perfect song for the moment or so she thought.

Jo jo tu kendena hor koi kehna sakda nahi.
Tu jiddan pange lenna hor koi le sakda nahi.
Tenu chad vi sakdi aan rakhiya kar mera dar ve.

Tu kalla hi sohna nahi zayada banya karve
Tu kalla hi sohna nahi zayada banya karve

Rameez stared at her drumming her fingers on the wheel. He looked outside the window feeling like he had done the mistake of his life since she ignored him like he didn't even exist.

Thori der ich karna aan har phone te kenna aye
Ki pardaan mantri hai jinna busy tu renna aye
Busy tu renna aye
Menu mitha buhat pasand hai kadi cake le aya kar
Kadi hath ta faria kar kadi per daba kar
Tere phone me mere naam aage ek dil bhi parwe ve

Tu kalla hi sohna nahi zayada banya karve
Tu kalla hi sohna nahi zayada banya karve

The song went on as the car stopped infront of his building. He turned to her who kept looking out the window.

"Narmeen—" he was about to say something but got cutoff

"Aapka ghar agaya hai" she said not looking at him, her cold behavior ticked him off. He forcefully grabbed her arm and pulled her to himself.
(Your destination is here)

"Itna gussa kis baat ka hai. Aisa hi hota jab biwi apne shohar ko attention na de tu baaqi aur bhi hoti hain dene keliye" he said making her eyes snap to his. He saw hurt fash through her beautiful orbs making him curse at the choice of his words. Her eyes grew moist but she masked it and pushed him back, she was furious more than being hurt. How dare he.
(What's the attitude for. That's what happens when wife's don't give their husband's the saud attention other are willing to)

"Shit... Narmeen I—" he didn't get a chance to say anything since she pushed open her door and furiously got down. Rounding the car she yanked open his door and leaned in to undo his seat belt. He tried grabbing her hand but she grabbed his collar and dragged him out of the car forcefully.

"Ab rukhsati tu ussi waqt hogi jab aap ko in tamam khawateen ki attention mil jaye jo me aapko nahi desakti" she said slamming the door shut and walking to her side. Rameez stood stunned at the force this timid girl had.
(Now you'll only be allowed to come to me when you get all the woman's attention that I'm unable to give you)

She sat in the car and drove off in full speed. She was like a raging bull who had just seen red. Rameez held his head in his hand, stomping his foot at his sheer stupidity. He should've believed shehryar when he told her about her anger, that time he just waved not believing a single word and now he knew he f**ked up....................

Assalamualikum guys how are you all?

EID MUBARAK GUYS.  ❤❤❤

So here is your eidi. Since Rameez and Narmeen already celebrated their eid here's ours..

So how do feel about angry Narmeen?? That was umm something.

Idk I've feeling inspired hence why the quick updates.

Tell me do you like it? How's the chapter??