Smiling to himself he held the 2 paper plates in his hand and ran to thier little home. Today thier Chutki was about to have a hearty meal. Just the thought of that was making him happy inside. Even he himself hadn't eaten well since yesterday, but it didn't bother him as long as he knew he could satisfy thier little sister.

As he entered in he found her sleeping on Zayaan's lap weakly holding her growling stomach. He too looked soo weak as he was carrasing her soft hair.

Seeing his face the little girl spurted on her feet and ran to him with that huge smile on her tiny face that always warmed his heart. Zayaan smiled too.

"Asad bhaiya! You're back." She giggled hugging him with whatever strength she had.

"Yes I'm back Chutki and look, I brought food for you."

Hearing that her eyes glimmered excitedly.

They all three sat together and both the boys started feeding the 6yr old girl who was thier whole world with thier hands. Just seeing her eat was enough for them. It wasn't much, just some left over pakoras that was about to go stale from the nearby stall that the owner gave him.

Infact, they never had enough. 3 orphan kids fending for themselves in the cruel world. But somehow or in some other way they always found food, clothing and that small hut for shelter in that slum. Even the people from the slums took care of them sometimes. But still, compared to the outside world...they had nothing. They were literally beggers but they never resorted to begging. They worked hard. Sometimes in some tea stalls, or other small hotels. Sometimes construction sites...and what not. But because of the rule of no child labour, it was getting difficult to get work as many rich people made complaints thinking they were helping them and they were forced out of the little works that helped them fill thier empty stomachs. They had sworn to themselves that they would rather work themselves to death but would never spread thier hands to beg.
Still, that little girl never complaint and always had a huge welcoming smile for both her brothers who might not be her blood relatives but...they were more than that. And they too loved her more than anything else. Her smile meant the world to them. Just seeing that smile made them forget all thier worries and fatigue.

She was a unique child. Her eyes were of two colors. One brown and the other gray.

To some people she was scary and uncanny but to them, she was the most beautiful little girl in the world. Just like them, she was abandoned by the world too. So, they became a trio.

They watched her smiling as thier own stomachs were burning with hunger. She looked at both of her brothers.

"Asad bhaiya... Zayaan bhaiya.... aren't you two eating?"

"No chutki. We're not hungry. You go on." Zayaan said smiling weakly.

"Yes chutki... we're fi..."

He was silenced with a pakora being stuffed into his mouth and so was Zayaan as she pushed one each into both thier mouths.

"I know you two are hungry too but you aren't eating for my sake." She looked at them with such pure innocence. While they both blinked at her cutely.

She giggled in her childish voice and made them share the remaining food too even though at the end, it wasn't enough to satisfy either of thier empty stomachs...still, they were soo happy just being together....

Until that horrible day....

****

Inarah's POV,
Heat rose to my cheeks when my naughty hubby spun me around and pulled my back to his chest placing a lingering wet kiss on my bare shoulder.

"Zayaan.... everyone's watching."
I whispered looking around at the couples dancing around us.

"No one's watching Jaan" he whispered placing his lips on ear making me shiver.
"... and even if they do.... I don't care. You're mine! You said it yourself didn't you."

His hand raised up from my waist to my breast and upto my neck as he gently grabbed my chin tilting my head to side nibbling at my neck. I bit my lip stopping myself from moaning.

"Z... Zayaan...."

He spun me to him again crashing my soft breast to his hard chest making me gasp. His eyes full of love and lust with a hint of anger made me gulp.
"All those guys eying you like that... I might just pluck out all thier eyeballs." He said looking past me.

I cupped his face making him look at me. There were a lot of girls too eying my husband like thier favourite candy making me want to slap thier eye balls off too.
"It doesn't matter who watches me, all I want is my husband to he unable to keep his eyes of me. So just concentrate on me my love."

He shook his head.
"You really are going to be the death of me Inarah."

I giggled.

Suddenly there was a blackout startling me and I held onto Zayaan tight.
I don't do good in darkness or closed spaces.

"Zayaan?"

He held me tighter.
"I'm right here jaan."

"I'm scared." I whimpered getting breathless.

"I know, just concentrate on me." He said and cupping my face captured my mouth with his.

We didn't even realise when the lights had come back as were still busy making out. It was until we heard multiple oohs, aahs and hootings that we both got back mortified.

Oh God! Everyone saw!

I covered my face shyly running towards the washroom.

****
I looked at my flushed face in the mirror. Uff! My husband is soo wild sometimes! My cheeks hurted with all that smiling and blushing.

Wiping my mouth with a wet tissue I began fixing my makeup.

Just then...

"Oh Hi Inarah."

I stopped midway from applying my lipstick, feeling a bitter aftertaste in my mouth as I saw this very annoying bitch through the mirror who stood beside me.

"That was quite the PDA huh? Looks like some conglomerates do like to show off...in any place with cameras or any way possible." She chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. That's why I hate this bitch!

She was one of our jealous classmates in college.
I fixed my lipstick and began taking out my compact ignoring her. The best way to deal with bitches is to leave them barking.

She eyed me enviously from top to bottom.
"Congratulations on getting married to the CEO of your own company. It's good way to get whatever you want....by getting in his pants."

I smirked at her.
"Not everyone is as smart as you Devina. Batting her eyelashes at whichever rich man that comes to sight... seducing them with flirty touches and words and getting into thier bedroom just to be able to buy a branded piece of handbag. Man! That requires a lot of brains and hardwork." I said sardonically.

"How dare you..." He grunted glaring daggers at me.

"Oh Btw, I don't need a reason like wanting money to get in his pants. Zayaan Hashmi is my husband.... if I want it...." I leaned forward to her whispering in her ear
"...I can get in his pants.... anytime and as many times as I want. That handsome CEO... is all mine."
I winked.

"As for money.... I have enough brains and talent to earn it myself."

She scoffed rolling her eyes
"Showing off just because you were lucky to be born as the heiress of a conglomerate. Huh."

"Nope! I'm showing you your place as to with whom and how you should behave. Do you really think I missed the way you were eying MY husband? Sweetheart, try all you can....no one can steal my Zayaan from me. So you better find some other pants to get in if you want another piece of branded handbags.
FYI, I do own my own brand of handbag.... I can get you a few as charity if you can't afford it." I said walking past her.

She threw a open bottle of nailpolish on me from behind which I caught the glimpse of from the mirror and managed to dodge it impeccably.

I'm soo cool!

"Oops, that was a nice color." I said turning to her.
"Too bad, Atleast it could've hidden your cheaply manicured nails." I pouted.

"You arrogant bitch!" She screamed stomping her foot

"Atleast I'm not sluty."

And I walked out leaving her screaming like a mad woman. If only she knew how trained I was, she wouldn't dare to pull that lousy trick.
My love was waiting for me outside as I walked into his arms.

Someone like her could never understand how much we love eachother.

Heena's POV,

Dragging me into the empty room backside, Asad locked the door but he wasn't turning to me. So I walked up to him, placing my hand over his shoulder.
"Asad?"

A gasp escaped my lips as he grabbed me and pushing me not soo harshly on the door captured my lips into a deep breathless steamy kiss. His hands were desperately moving all over my body and I realised, he was looking for the zipper to undress me.

Oh no no no....not here!

"A.... Asad.... Asad....this isn't the right place....Asad....t...try to understand there might be....ah.... cameras.... cameras here...."
I moaned trying to explain as he was busy licking and nibbling my neck and cleavage. To be honest, I was excited yet I was scared of his rash behaviour.

He got back removing the top two buttons of his shirt and discarding his coat as I watched him trying to regain some oxygen that he sucked out of me but before he could jump on me again, I grabbed his collar and spinning around, slammed him on the wall with all my strength and sank my head on his chest.
"Calm down Asad.... I know what you want, but not here. We're at a party with lots of people outside. Let's just save this between the 4 walls of our home. I want you too Asad, but this isn't the right time and place. Please understand."

It's better to try to explain rationally to a man the situation when he's wild instead of trying to be wild ourselves.

He sighed and wrapped his arms around me gently letting out deep calming breaths on the crook of my neck making me shudder a bit. His kisses had even made me all hot and bothered though.

"I'm sorry, I startled you huh?"

I nodded.

"I'm sorry doll. I just lost it when I saw you with Maaz. I won't do it again." He whispered.

My heart skipped and I hugged him tighter. I couldn't possibly tell him what Maaz told me.

"He loves you too doesn't he?"

This question made me look at him shocked. How did he know?!

Asad sighed.
"A person's eyes are a mirror to their heart. I'm a man too you know and I can understand the intentions of another man when it comes to women. The way he looked at you....it enraged me to think that there was someone else who could ever look at my wife with such.... longing and affection. And then, you were soo casual with him like you had no care in the world. You're not like that with me always. It made me jealous."

I giggled as he said the last part soo cutely looking away from me and his ears were turning red.

"You're soo cute Asad." I kissed his open chest.

"Don't call a man cute!" He frowned.

"But my man is! And you don't have to be jealous Asad. Maaz is my brother and nothing more than that. Yes, he did say he had feelings for me but I told him that you're the only one for me. My destiny and you're the only one in my heart...."
I smirked
" ...even if you are a pervert and somewhat narcissist sometimes."

He raised an eyebrow at me amused and made me gasp again as he squeezed my behind.
"Asad!"

"Then say you love me and I'll stop or else...."

"O...or else...ah..."

"You know." He pulled my lower body to his making me feel his hard on. My eyes widened looking into his mischievous chocolate orbs.

"I love you...I love you Asad...ok?! Now leave me."
I yelped as he slapped my behind and I glared at his stupid smirk.

"Soo tight. I want it... can't wait to go home." He groaned.

"Asad!!!!!"

He was laughing.

"Sorry, I ruined your lipstick too." He bit his lip amused.

I hastily took out my mirror and gasped looking at the mess my make up was.

"And I'm going to kill you for this when we get home." I grunted.

"Ufff .... I wonder in what sexy ways you'd kill me." He licked his lower lip and winked.

"PERVERT!"

****

"My gorgeous ladies and gentlemen may I have your attention please!"

Maaz then announced that he's starting his own start up (new company) here in India.

As Maaz is my maternal uncle's son, so our grandfather handed the college to both our fathers in return handing it to us in the future. But he wasn't interested in it and wanted to do something on his own because he didn't wanted the burden of carrying on a legacy and instead wanted to be reckless with his own brainchild.

So this was his big announcement huh? That's not half bad. Looks like this knuckle head does have a brain. So, after spending almost half of his life roaming around the world, he's finally settling down in India. I hope, he too finds his destiny soon.

****

Inarah's POV,
We reached back home....to Zayaan's..sorry, our penthouse. After coming back from our honeymoon, we stayed at the Malik mansion for a couple days as Mom wanted to be with me and them we came back here.

Uddhav, Wafeeq, Raghav, Rajiv and everyone else have already moved away to different places. Zayaan wanted to sell off this building too as it is connected to his previous Mafia life and everything but I didn't let him. Atleast not yet. I love the view of Mumbai from here and I couldn't just let this place go. We have so many memories of this place and.... I wanted to make soo many more.

"I'll freshen up first." He said kissing my cheek as I nodded smiling.

He turned back to me again.
"Don't change yet. I want to take this dress off you myself." He winked and went in leaving me blushing behind.

I rubbed my hand excitedly thinking of the naughty surprised I had been planning for him all the way in the car.

I ran upstairs to hide first.

****
Zayaan's POV,
I came out but couldn't find my jaan waiting for me.

"Jaan?.... Inarah....."

I frowned at the lack of response and went from room to room looking for her. Disappointed, I came out back in the living room when I heard her melodious voice from the stairs.

"Right here my Love."

I looked up to find her leaning on the railing.... breathtakingly beautiful as ever. I smiled running towards her but before I could touch her, she ran upstairs away from me.

"You wanna take off my gown right? Catch me first." She giggled challenging with her dimple smile.

"As you wish my Queen." I said accepting her challenge as I ran behind her. The floor filled with her giggles as she ran around bare feet holding up her long gown...her long hair flying behind her.

I almost caught her but she sneaked behind me pushing me and ran away again. Damn! I was chasing her again

"Soo slow Mr Hashmi!" She sticked her tongue out at me teasing me.

I laughed at her cuteness.
"Wait till I get my hands on you!" I warned her.

"Oh yeah.... what will you do?"

"A lot of things."

Again she slipped away from my reach as I almost corner her. She ducked down below my arm escaping again.

I sighed frustrated.
"Inarah Zayaan Hashmi! I'll make you regret this!"

She laughed.
"Catch me first. Then talk big Mr Zayaan Hashmi."

I hid myself behind the kitchen counter as I watched her looking around confused searching for me. Slowly with hushed steps I sneaked up behind her grabbing her by her waist to me as she screamed.

"Caught you!" I whispered into her ear.

She giggled in response and turned to me.
"Congratulations dear hubby. You won! Not what reward do you wish to get?" She said snaking her arms around my neck.

I pretended to think.
"How about.... I get what's inside this dress?"

She blushed slightly melting my heart in the process. She had washed off her make-up giving me a chance to bite her tempting apple red cheek.

"Ow!" She giggled.

"Hey! I won fair and square. Now I can do anything I want." I retorted.

"Fair and square?! Huh! You cheated by hiding." She pouted.

"Everything is fair in love and war." I said pinching her nose as it turned red.

"Oh...is that soo?" She asked amused.

"Hmmm." I copied her tone seeing her beautiful smile.

Now I couldn't wait to open my reward.

I roamed my hand around her torso trying to find a zipper or something to open but to no avail.

She gasped.
"Zayaan? Right here? In the kitchen?"

"So? We are the only one's here." I winked

"Still..." She looked around embarrassed.
"...we cook and eat here."

"So what? Another hot memory for us to remember....now if I can just find how to take this off!"

She giggled.
"Hold on my over excited hubby." She pulled my cheeks and stepping back opened a side zipper of some sort.

••••
"Leave it to me now!" I said excitedly grabbing on to her dress and pulled it down getting on my knees.

Inarah's POV,

I anticipated his reaction on seeing the lingerie I was wearing for him and when he finally looked up, his reaction was priceless as he watched me with his jaw dropped soo cutely.
He stood up and taking my hand helped me step out of the pool of the dress in my feet and took a step back observing my every feature from top to bottom.

"Do I look hot?" I said in a low seductive voice.

"Hot...is an understatement my Jaan. You're smoking right now. Soo sexy!" He gasped.

I smirked satisfied by myself and danced my hand up his torso till I reached the collar of his shirt which was revealing his chest hair and pulled him closer enough that our lips just touched slightly.
"Now my Love.... let's get this party started."
I nipped at his lip before swaying my way into the bedroom being well aware that his eyes were naughtily glued on me.

He followed me like a lost puppy and I decided to reward him a little more.

Grabbing his hand, I made him sit on a chair.
"Sit back Mr Hashmi. Your wife's gonna give you a trip to heaven tonight." I whispered in his ear rubbing my breasts to his chest as he ler out a soft groan and was clearly getting breathless by now.

I felt powerful and extremely happy and confident with myself seeing that, even though it's been more than a year to our marriage and we spent 3 months on our honeymoon, and doing almost anything and everything sexy together.... I still have that much power on my darling.

"Are you trying to kill me with your sexiness Jaan?"

"Oh ho my Love...if you die soo soon, how will you enjoy my special surprise for you?" I winked.

"Haayee!" He moaned with a hand on his chest as his eyes full of lust, love and adoration roamed all over me.

I turned on the music and began moving and dancing in a slow and sexy rhythm like a snake carrasing my every curve showing him just what is waiting for him.

Striding towards him I sat on his lap facing away as I grinded on his crouch onto his hardness earning a low groan from him.

"Ina...rahh....damn...."

Oh God! He was already soo hard!

I smiled satisfied with myself and wrapped my arms behind me around his neck throwing my head back as he took his time feeling up my every curve....every part of my skin covered and uncovered as I gave him a very sensual lap dance.

"Are you enjoying it!"
I was getting breathless myself.

He spread my legs with his bringing his fingers to my hot core and whispered.
"As much as you are enjoying.... I'm already in heaven."

I moaned as he teased me there.
"You're already soo wet." He whispered.

"Mmm...ahhh...Z... Zayaan...."

I stopped him turning to him as I stranded his lap. His hardness hitting my core making me restless. He gripped my ass grinding himself more to me.
"It's....my turn to make you feel good." I whispered breathlessly.

"I am feeling heavenly my darling." He answered in a hoarse voice as latched his mouth on my clevage.

I opened all his shirt button taking my time tasting his chest. Licking, nibbling and kissing like he does to me. Getting off his lap I slipped down between his legs on my knees on the floor watching him with puppy eyes and parting my lips.

His eyes turned even more lustful.
"Soo hot!" He breathed.

I nibbled on his yummy abs turning him into a moaning mess....just like he does to me.

"Inarah....ugh.... I can't take it anymore jaan.... I want you soo bad!" He groaned pulling me back up on his lap and did something horrible....

Zayaan's POV,
I was about to lose my mind if I didn't entered her right that moment. I wanted to melt inside her, lose myself completely in her arms...
••••

So I pulled her up on my lap and ripped off her thin panties to shreds.

She gasped loudly watching me in horror.
"OMG Zayaan not again!!!"

She sounded mad.

"Forget it jaan.... I'll buy you a hundred more." I said frustrated, my voice hoarse. I just wanted her soo fucking bad.

She jumped off of me stepping back. Her face red with anger.
"That's the problem Zayaan! You can't! Those panties were a Victoria secret one of a kind in the whole wide world! Do you even know how expensive they were?! Forget that! Do you have any idea to what lengths I had to go to get them?! God Zayaan!!! I hate you?!" She raged on.

I watched her confused. Till a moment ago she was showering all her love on me and now....just because of those stupid panties....she flipped completely?

"They're just panties Ina..." I tried to calm her.

"What?! Just panties?! How could you say that?!"

I winced at her reaction.
Wow! She's really mad this time.

"Um... I'm sorry?" I didn't know what to do. My little friend down there was already poking out.

"Hahaha! So you're going to brush this thing under the rug with a stupid sorry huh?! You know what? You're impossible Zayaan. Forget it....you ain't getting any tonight! Good night!"

"What? No! No no.... Inarah...."

I jumped off my seat going after her as she stormed out swaying her almost bare body. Damn! She's still soo hot....yet a bit scary when she's mad.
"Please jaan... I'll apologize a million times if you want... please forgive me my darling.... baby...."

"Don't come after me. I hate you! How can you be soo selfish and inconsiderate? I took soo much effort for you to choose that lingerie and wore it even though it was soo uncomfortable..... and you...you... ripped it like you didn't give a shit!"

Oh no! She was in tears now.

"Jaan.... I'm sorry...."

"SCREW YOUR SORRY!" She yelled making me wince.
"I'm sleeping in another room. Good bye!"

She slammed the door on my face leaving me out miserable....

Are panties more important than your husband?!

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Next chapter....

°Uddhav and Geeta! Did you miss them?

°This secretary I tell you!!!

°Raghav's crush?!