(Before you start this chapter, I'd love to give you a reminder. As the chapter title suggests it's 18+. Not clear but still some scenes.)

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“Then don't."

The words just came out of my mouth, causing the thin thread of self restraint shrinking in his eyes and the dark desires in them darkened.

Without wasting a second he pulled me closer to him through my waist and this time without self control, his lips attacked mine. The lips that were soft before had now turned more passionate. The hands around my waist fisted the fabric of my shirt. The pleasure his mouth was sending, making me unable to put my mind on another thing.

His lips moved from my lips to my eyes, nose then down to jaw and neck. There were only two types of sounds in the washroom. One was my moaning and the other was from his lips that were making a wet sound as they were sucking my skin. He lifted me in his arms effortlessly, with his head buried in my neck and moved.

My back hit the softness of the mattress and the lights turned off. The shuffling of our clothes and heavy breathing sounded in the room, making my heart tremble in anticipation, then followed by his hands roaming on my figure. His each action was sending shivers as his hands and lips took care of my body.

The room was soon filled with the sounds of my moans, his grunts, and the colliding of two bodies. At the beginning, he was clumsy but careful enough not to let me feel any pain but later his actions got rough, taking both of us at the peak of endless pleasure.

Didn't know when he stopped but by that time my eyes closed with ultimate tiredness and the aftermath of peak pleasure. There was a feeling of someone carrying me and washing me with water then putting me back on the bed.

I didn't know what time it was when my eyes opened a little, feeling a little cold. There wasn't any warmth around me nor anyone beside me. With sleepy eyes and confusion, I moved my head tiredly and found the source of my warmth. He was leaning against the wall near the window and looking down without any expressions.

I didn't know if it was my illusion due to tiredness or something else as I felt the air around him was murderous. I blinked my sleepy tired eyes and called him weakly.

“Zeeshan?" 

His eyes snapped up to meet mine and instantly turned soft, melting all the cold edges around him. The corner of his eyes turned up a little in a smile as he approached me. I opened my arm weakly and watched him lean into my mini hug.

“I have ordered food. It will be here in fifteen minutes, till then sleep a little more," He told me, kissing my temple and trying to pull back from the hug.

“Where are you going?" I asked him in a whisper and held his hand to stop him.

“To pray," He answered me, giving my hand a light squeeze.

“Which prayer?"

“Nawafil," He replied so softly that it struck the soft corners of my heart, making my whole body feel butterflies.

He kissed my forehead softly then moved away. I closed my eyes with a smile feeling warmth and held the cover up to my neck. Hearing a light rustle, I opened my eyes again and saw him praying. A small blush made its way on my cheeks understanding why he was offering two nawafil. But soon he didn't stop at two and offered two more.

At the moment, I just prayed that I made the right decision of my life last night. Soon our breakfast arrived and he fed me with his hands.

“What about you?" I held his hand to stop when I noticed he was just feeding me and hadn't touched anything for himself.

“Don't worry about me. After all I already had mine last night," He winked at me with a teasing smirk, causing blush to erupt on my cheeks.

If I wasn't tired due to last night, all thanks to him, I would have beat the hell out of him.

“Think of me killing later. First have some energy by food," He said, putting his hand forward.

I opened my mouth and took the bite, making sure to bite his fingers too.

“You haven't had your stomach full of biting me?" He asked me in a teasing voice, tapping my lips.

When I didn't answer him and chose to ignore him, he put another bite of breakfast in front of me to eat and added in his annoyed teasing voice.

“It's ok I don't mind wearing your marks on my body. Be it your teeth or nails…”

This statement got my attention as I stared at him blankly then noticed the skin showed from his opened collar. The red marks were very clear on his skin, making me die of shyness by reminding me of how I stretched or bit him last night.

Thankfully he didn't continue teasing me with his peacock feathers or else I would prefer to kill him then bury myself with embarrassment.

After feeding me, he ate the leftovers then gave me a good back massage.

• • •

I took a sip of tea and put it on the table while reading the messages on WhatsApp. Finally he gave me my sim back but that too after a deep passionate kiss.

After sending a reply to Rania Appi, his sister, I moved my hand to pick the cup but couldn't find it. I moved my eyes up and saw my cup in his hands, sipping my tea while staring at me. Right at that moment, another cup was placed in front of me by the waiter.

“I ordered a new hot tea cup for you,” Zeeshan said, pointing at the cup in front of me with his eyes.

It's not the first time he did this, I had been noticing that he would use my things, for example utensils for eating, especially my leftover food, drink from the same cup or bottle. Even in the washroom, he used the same scent as me.

I picked the cup and enjoyed hot steaming tea while staring at my phone, mainly lost a little in my own world. His possessive nature had been so strong that he didn't even hide them from me anymore since we broke all the restrictions in our relationship last week. Whenever a man tried to come near me or talk to me, he became so possessive and stayed beside me on alert like those men would kidnap me.

I didn't know if it was a good thing or bad but I just hoped it’d never affect our relationship.

After having a nice lunch in the local restaurant, he took me out shopping. We bought some local accessories for our family members. We were going to another shop when he suddenly stopped, making me also halt as we held hands. I turned and followed his gaze, falling into a deep state of dumbfoundedness. A rush of heat erupted from my neck to my cheeks as he began walking.

It was none other than a famous brand of ladies undergarments. I tugged our hands to stop him, feeling a little shy.

“Zeeshan."

“Didn't I promise you that I'll buy more for you," He said in a deep voice.

‘Yes. Yes. Every single night from this past week.’

He had torn my almost nine or ten bras till now and would whisper each time that he'd buy more. Shameless man. And let's not forget those colorful bra's straps on his wrist everyday. Each day he had a new bra strap, from my torn bras.

As we entered the shop, the salesperson looked at us, causing me to wish to bury the man next to me under 6 feet. But this man pulled me to a very colorful and unique varieties section. The salesperson introduced many of those unique varieties to him according to my size and he bought each one without batting an eye.

This man looked so serious while buying these like he was signing his deals in his office. He didn't even give a moment to interrupt while purchasing them, causing me to become angry with shyness and embarrassment.

So I finally chose to ignore him. This was ladies stuff but no he made it man's stuff. I wished I could cry without tears.

As soon as we stepped out of the shop, I pulled my hand from his hold and walked ahead, ignoring him. Didn't even give him my hand when he tried to hold it.

“Acha na. Next time I'll ask your opinion too,” He sounded like he would still buy those for me next time.

I slapped his approaching hand away and quickened my steps. I felt the corner of my scarf around my neck being held from behind.

After ignoring him for a whole day, we went to a restaurant for dinner. I was leaning against the railing and grumbling to myself silently about Zeeshan. His notorious behavior was becoming hateful. One day I would love to kill his ego.

‘I really hate him.’

All because of him, I was now hating myself too for giving him a green signal. If I didn't give him a green signal, he wouldn't tear my remaining bras and pull me to buy them for me personally.

I hummed angrily and turned my face, and saw a somewhat familiar man trying to make his video. It looked really uncomfortable to watch him unsuccessfully trying. Just as I was about to look away from him, his eyes met mine, making me feel awkward.

“Um.. Can you please help me?" He asked me politely.

Wanting to deny him but couldn't bring myself to reject a person when he was asking for something so politely with a smile and a little hope. I took his phone and tried to make his video quickly before Zeeshan saw otherwise he would become jealous again. Then it would become me trying to coax him.

Unfortunately luck wasn't on my side and all my prayers were unanswered when I was showing the video to that strange man.

“If the video isn't to your satisfaction then why don't I help you in making it again?" Zeeshan stood beside me and asked him in his authoritative voice, trying his best in not hiding his displeasure with a stranger as he put his hand on my waist and pulled me near him like a magnet.

“No thanks. I already know your photography skills from the last meetup in the park,” That stranger shot Zeeshan back with a sarcastic response.

Ah! Suddenly, I remembered this strange man was the same one who captured my picture in the park and was seen in the cruise too.

“I think you got it wrong, buddy. My skills have been honed by taking multiple pictures of my wife daily,” Zeeshan said back with a tight smile.

Here he had gone again flaunting his peacock feathers with a great smell of burning. I scratched my neck to stop myself from pushing these both men from this rooftop restaurant as they both began to bickering.

"Oh sure. I believe your statement. But you are still a newbie in taking pictures. At least she's better at it.. like me," That man remarked, raising his brow provocatively.

"Why are you sounding so jealous of me having such a beautiful and pretty wife!" Zeeshan laughed mockingly, pulling me more near him.

"Seriously, dude! You are behaving like no one can snatch her from you," The stranger mocked him back.

‘Wait a second how did they move from photography skills to me?’ I tried to endure them while mentally exasperated at them but my subconscious replied back to me, ‘Just like how you and Zeeshan moved from zero to hundred since last week.’

"Over my dead body," Zeeshan took a step near him.

"That can be arranged," The stranger tilted his head and shrugged.

“You both stay. I am leaving," I told them, pushing Zeeshan's hand away from my waist after finally feeding up from their bickering.

Before they started their fight, I left them.

• • •

“Why do you have to help every person taking their pictures? I don't believe them only having intentions of taking pictures,” Zeeshan mumbled sulkily, sitting beside me while I just chose to ignore him.

“Can’t they see that you already have a handsome and a good husband!” He complained while praising himself.

That's it.

I turned my head and narrowed my eyes at him.

"You really think?"

“What?" He asked in confusion.

“That you have everything. Except for having an understanding wife like me, what do you have to brag about? Nothing na then stop speaking,” I told him sternly.

"You…"

He looked at me with an open mouth. I stood up and moved away from him.

“Oh you really think so? Why don't I teach you what other skills I have to brag about?" He held my hand and pulled me back in his arms, standing in the middle of the living room.

My eyes met his and saw a trace of anger in his eyes, dancing so dangerously. Suddenly I wanted to tease and provoke him more so I put on a perfect act. I stood on my toes, putting my lips near his dangerously and moving my hands up and down on his abs. His hands tried to touch my waist but I pushed them away.

“Nah. Don't. You aren't allowed tonight," I whispered seductively, moving my lips to his ear.

Then I pushed him slowly and gently towards the chair. He looked so captivated by my act with his eyes intensely looking at me. I pushed him to sit on the chair and he did so effortlessly and looked at me without blinking like he was also holding his breath.

I pulled the scarf from around my neck then leaned towards him. Our eye contact maintained as I stopped a little distance away from his lips. Our warm breath hit each other's lips while I held his hands and moved them behind his back. With a swift move, I tied them tightly then moved away with a smirk.

“Now I'd love to watch your skills,” I winked at him with a smile then added, "Without tearing my scarf like my bras.”

I emphasized the last words greatly in a hope that he understood. From his actions, he seemed to understand..

Then I moved back and played a song, unholy, on my phone.

Dirty, dirty boy
You know everyone is talking on the scene
I hear them whispering 'bout the places that you've been
And how you don't know how to keep your business clean
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy
He's sat back while she's dropping it, she be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly

And I began to give a lap dance, clumsy moves but had a great effect on him. There was a bulge on his pants and sweats forming on his face indicating clearly he was turned on.

His quickened breath was like music to my ears but before he began to enjoy more service, I stopped my dance and song.

“I haven't seen yours today but you have seen mine. How unfortunate. But it's ok I'll sleep with it. Good night, dear husband," I happily wished good night and slipped into our bedroom, leaving him alone in the living room and tying on the chair.

"Remember not to tear my scarf,” I poked my head out from the room and reminded him then closed the door happily, with an adrenaline rush in my body.

The knot I tied was a deadly knot I learnt from YouTube and it worked too. Only the person who learnt from that video knew how to open it so I didn't feel any fear.

I had a great sleep after such a tiring week, all thanks to someone who was tied in the living room.

When I woke up the next morning and stepped in the living room after freshening up, he was still tied and looked oh-not-so terrible. He looked at me like a predator as I bent down to his level with a smile.

“Good morning to my dear husband," I wished him with a kiss on his face.

“If I don't have your favorite scarf in my mind, I would have torn it," His deep voice hoarse as whispered while looking at me intensely with his hooded eyes.

I wanted to tease him a little more but unfortunately his phone rang at the wrong time. It was none other than his parents video calling. I held the phone and moved away from him to answer the call.

“Meri pyari si shehzadi. Kesi ho? Zeeshan khyal rakh raha hai nah?”

(My lovely princess, how are you? Is Zeeshan taking care of you?)

Taiama asked me with a huge smile.

“Yes, he is," I nodded my head while glancing towards the living room through the opened door.

“Shanze! Please help me untie my hands,” Zeeshan's loud voice came from the living room while I was talking to Taiama.

I froze and looked towards the living room with wide eyes.

‘Should have gagged his mouth too.’

“He must have tied his hands in those tangled wires. Wait, Taiama, I'll be back," I told Taiama who was sipping tea while talking to me.

I was about to put the phone on the table when his loud voice came again.

“And bring my phone too. I want to talk to my mom too.”

I cursed silently and with a sweet smile at Taiama on the screen, I moved to the living room and put the phone away. Keeping Zeeshan away from the camera and untying him quickly.

With a smirk, he moved his wrists and looked at me like a true predator. If not for this video call, I wouldn't untie him so easily. There were marks of my scarf around his wrists making me feel a little guilty while he was talking to Taiama.

But this guilt vanished quickly when he ended the call and gave me his full attention. I was thrown on his shoulder like a weightless sack with a loud spank followed on my butt.

“Zeeshan!!" I screeched and slapped his rounded butt back.

With a chuckle he threw me on the bed and jumped on me, caging me in his arms and under his body. I wanted to scold him but found my voice lost as my eyes met his intense ones.

“Why aren't you speaking now? Huh? Where's your skills now?” He asked me in a low deep voice, coming dangerously near me.

My heart was getting out of my control, seeing him like this.

“You said you'd love to see my skills. Now let me show them to you, my speechless wife," He spoke softly, kissing my forehead.

I fisted my hands that were in his hold and felt my chest heaved up and down. His dark brown eyes were looking at me like I was his only whole universe and any second he would worship me.

“You have no idea, my Janan. You really have no idea how I feel when your attention moves on something else who isn't me,” He mumbled, moving his lips from my forehead and trailing down to my jaw like a butterfly.

I held the shiver as he kissed my jaw so softly like he was really worshiping me.

“I hate it. I hate it when someone else gets your attention who isn't me," He whispered in a hoarse voice then moved to my neck.

“Zeeshan!!"

I screamed out his name when he twisted the tip of my bosom through my clothes so aggressively. Tears formed in my eyes that he kissed them away.

“Shh.. I had been trying my best to keep the wildness inside me down the whole night for the sake of your scarf. But now I no longer can keep them inside,” With this, the last thread of his control on himself broke.

With his actions, he truly worshiped each part of my body. Kissing each part softly before devouring them, making me breathless and moan loudly. His hands were setting fire on my body. Our clothes were thrown on the floor and without any obstacle he rubbed my soft sensitive spot, sending me in a state of endless pleasure.

My bottom body was under the mercy of his hand and my upper body was at the mercy of mouth. After what felt like nth number of pleasure, he pulled away and let me have the aftermath of peak pleasures. But this pleasureful torture didn't end here. He sat back on his knees and looked at me with a dark smirk.

His eyes were filled with unrestrained dark desires as they took my breathless and panted self in, like mesmerizing them. He held my ankle and moved it on his shoulder, positioning in between my legs.

“Are you ready to enjoy the next level of ecstasy? Because believe me I will,” With this he moved and really took me to the next level of ecstasy.

• • •

“I want to cage you forever in a room," He said, rubbing his face on the crook of my neck while I was packing our suitcases.

“Stop it," I grumbled, pushing him away with my elbow and feeling heat on my cheeks.

I knew why he was saying it because here he hadn't left any corner where we made love. His activity wasn't restricted to our bedroom only. I bit my inner cheeks to stop the smile pulling on my lips remembering his after care. It still left me in wonder how he became a dark gray man straight out of dark romance novels in bedroom matters and how quickly he became a green flag man after his art.

This beautiful tour was finally coming to an end and tonight we would board the plane to go back home.

He wrapped his arms around me back again but his phone rang. I glanced at his phone and saw Hasan’s name. He removed his arms from my waist and quickly picked it. I tried to hear their conversation but couldn't make out a single word of what they were talking about.

“Hasan said to come to our parents house after landing," After ending the call, Zeeshan informed me with a frown.

I was confused as to why Hasan asked us to gather at my parents house. In confusion I completed our packing with him.

After a half day of flight which I spent sleeping on the plane, we finally landed back at our homeland. Zeeshan had a driver pick us up from the airport and took us to my parents' home.

Surprisingly, our whole family was gathered there. Zeeshan's parents, our grandparents and Phupho too. We both greeted everyone happily and talked about our trip.

“By the way what happened? Why we all gathered here? And.. where's Mahira?" I asked them then looked around for Mahira.

"She's here with me,” Hasan's voice came from the entrance in response to my question.

We all turned around and saw Hasan with Mahira who was practically hiding behind him, like he did some greatest crime.

“We married."

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At the end of chapter, a reminder again. This isn't any typical misunderstanding trope book. Won't say more than this wrna plot almost pata lg jaye ga qk jo dikh raha hai woh nahi hai likin hai b.