The decoration was screaming purety and peace. Everything single thing was lavished and costly, just like he deserves and an aura he holds was giving the cherry on the cake.

The whole hall was decorated with white flowers. Which seems to be his favourite. The white fog that was giving an aesthetic vibe, made Ruhaan smile ear to ear. He was genuinely happy and never this excitement for his birthday.

He stepped down the last stair, looking around for his baby wife. His eyes sparkled differently today, waiting for his wifey. He looked around. He smiled more at the white flowers with some red roses that was exactly and upto his mark.

"This is heaven" he mumbled being satisfied with her choices. She knew him well. Feeling a small tap on his shoulder, his heart skipped a beat.

He turned around, and his heart skipped another beat when he didn't find his wife. He frowned at the person for a reason. As in she was his passed out fiancee. Nisa.

She was smiling at him. "Ruhaan, Happy birthday! I missed you!!" She says being all cheerful.

He couldn't process. He was all numb. He needed his wife. Without wasting a single second. He looked here and there. Lookung for his baby wife. He walked here and there calling her name. "Rooh? Baby? Where are you?" He called her but only silence was that he could feel.

While Nisa, she smiled more widely at calls for Rooh.

"Ruhaan, tum jise dhund rhe ho, woh yaha h hi nhi" she says gaining his attention. He panicked. "Kaha h? Meri Rooh kaha h? Or tum yaha kyu ho?" He asked making her smile more.

"Woh toh tumare dil ne h. Or me wahi hu jaha muje hona chahye" she says without blanking at him.

He frozed at his spot.
"Nisa! Meri Rooh. Muje kuch ho rha h, please muje meri Rooh ke paas le chalo" he says finding his breaths getting worse.

"Ruhaan, wada karo Rooh se kabhi bewafayi nhi karoge?" She asked with glossy eyes.

Ruhaan frowned, "me soch bhi nhi sakta aesa" he whispered with a hint of sadness and worry.

Nisa stepped closer and whispered, "Happy Birthday, Ruhaan Rooh ka h" she says softly patting his cheek. And started moving back, he was all confused and stood with no udea what was actually happening.

"Wada karo mera dil nhi todoge?" She asked with moist smile.

"Woh Rooh ka h ab" he says being possessive.

"Lekin tum mere ho" she says making him clenched his jaw. He anger triggered him. Making him nod in no. "Me Rooh ka hu!"

"Uske paar mera dil!"

"Or uss dil par meri mohabbat ka iktiyaar h!" Ruhaan roared angrily. Being all possessive. He was soo furious that his eyes turned dark red. He smashed the near by flower vase on the floor.

Sweating and breathing heavily. He felt taps on his cheek. Fluttering his eyes open. He saw Rooh's worried face. That brought some peace to him. He quickly wrapped his arms around her. Making her crush with his front.

"Ruhaan ji ap uth kyu nhi rahe the! Hum apko kabse utha rahe the!" She says complaining.

He sniffed her fragrance to calm his nerves down. He was too scared too lose her. "Rooh say that you are mine! Come on say it!" He whispered cupping her cheeks. Rooh being all confused remained quite.

"Say it! Damn!" He says in angry voice making her nod, "i... am all yours" with this smashed his lips with hers, making her gasp.

He brought her under him, caging him under his towering personality. He let her breath. "Tum sirf meri ho" he whispered making her squirm.

"Hum koi chiz thodina h!" She exclaimed with pouty lips.

His eyes ran across her pouty lips and her whole face.

Ye jism.
Ye honth,
Ye Rooh
Or ye Dil, sirf mera h.

He whispered making her heart beat out with speed.

While here, Roohi was grumpily getting ready for the day. As in she had an exam today. Her husband was busy with a call since this early morning.

"Kon h jo inhe inki biwi ko bhav nhi dene de rha?" She thought narrowing her eyes at her husband. The moment Rehab left his phone and went to washroom. She quickly ran to grasp his phone and check who was it, who dared to stole her moments.

Finding his assistant no. She dialled his no. His assistant was a boy with specs, a nerd type of personality that's all was he.

"Hello, mr. Assistant" she calls making him cough and reply, "yes ma'am, how come I help you?" He asked making Roohi smirk.

"Ap married h?" She asked making him cough again.

"N..no ma'am" he replied in a meek voice.

"Toh meri shadi me badhaye kyu daal rhe ho, 5 minute se zyda mere husband se baat ki na toh... toh... tumari shadi hona mushkil h!" She warned him making his eyes widened.

"Okay ma'am, sorry ma'am" he says and quickly ended the call. She giggled at her antics and turned around only to find her husband glaring at his with arms fold near his chest.

He raised his one eyebrow. "What were doing?" He asked making her gulp nervously.

"Just having fun" she shrugged making him nod.

"And with whom?" He asked making her pout. His glares was enough to make her shiver. "Rehab please aese nhi dekhe muje sharam aati h"

"Sharam or tume? Paas hokar nhi guzri" he says making her gasp. "Haw!! Me besharam hu? Ap yeh kehna cha rahe h?" She asked making him roll his eyes.

"Anyways get ready for your exam" he says making her pout.

"Hu me ready" she says making him eye her from up to down. "Wear your bra!" He says making her whine.

"Its itching!!!" She whines and tries to get out of his hold. "Roohi!" He called the last warning.

"No!!" She nodded her head in no and pouts more. Rehab shooked his head and left her. The moment she turned around. He smirked and ripped her kurti from behind making her eye pop up.

"let me do the honour" he says making her eyes widened and cheeks turn red.

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