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t was soo loud and exciting. The sound of the speeding bikes cutting through the wind, the sound of the roaring engine, the smell of mud and petrol. Not to forget the cheering of the crowd. It was all new for Muskan but nevertheless, quite thrilling and exhilarating.

Khushi was screaming and cheering for both her husband and brother holding Muskan's hand and giving a live commentary to her explaining her the race. Just hearing it was getting Muskan's blood pumping. She had never experienced something soo exciting. Even though she couldn't see, it was as it everything was clearly running at the back of her head forming an image thanks to Khushi's perfect explanation.

"Uh oh!....looks like bhai's gonna lose again this year too to my hubby. Should I be happy or sad?" Khushi giggled.

At this Muskan's smile died down. Khushi pulled her by her shoulders.
"Maybe if you could cheer for him like I'm cheering for my Yasir....he could get fired up and win the race."

Muskan gulped. Could she be loud enough for her voice to reach him through the loud crowd?

Rehan was using all his strength to jump his bike up the hurdles. He was way ahead of everyone but soo was Yasir.... even ahead of him but barely. No matter how much he tried Yasir wouldn't let him go ahead and kept blocking his way.

The final lap had just began and Rehan really had to win. He wanted his first kiss from his wife after all. But it seemed to be quite difficult.

That was until....

"REHAAAAN....REHAAAAN....YOU CAN DO THIS....REHAN...."

His heart skipped hearing the loud cheer. He couldn't believe it so he looked at his side passing while in front of the crowd and he saw his butterfly screaming and cheering for him at the top of her lungs.

His face split into a grin inside his helmet. Now there was most definitely no way he could lose.

He turned the accelerator and caught up to his brother in law.
"Now today Yasir!"

"Haha.... we'll see about that!" Yasir replied accelerating ahead.

There was a cut throat competition between those too. One being just inches ahead of the other.

The adrenaline pumping in his veins as they were both getting close to the finish line. Both the men wanting to win for thier ladies.

Muskan's heart was thumping in her chest as Khushi was telling her how close those two were to the line. It was a nail biting moment as those two were literally on the same level. They weren't riding thier bikes, they were flying it.

The finish line was near and Yasir was almost about to cross it but the tables were turned when Rehan jumped his bike and crossed the finish line just seconds before Yasir and....

Rehan Won!

The crowd went wild and Muskan's happiness had no bounds when she heard about it. Her heart was pounding even more erratically now. She had to fulfill her promise afterall.

Both men pulled off thier helmets enthusiastically finally being able to breathe burning in the heat and covered in sweat making a lot of women who came to watch them swoon.

Yasir walked up to his wife panting, pushed his wet hair back and unzipped his jacket in the way which he knew she found sexy. She threw her arms around his neck consoling him.

"Aww, it's alright hottie. You're still my winner." She said wiping his sweat with her dupatta.

Yasir grinned. The adrenaline rush still not settled.
"Then I need my prize." He said and pulling her by her waist passionately sealed thier lips into a heating kiss.

Rehan shook his head and gently held Muskan's hand pulling her closer to him and away from the crazy couple. She blushed feeling his gentle grip on her wrist.

"I won....what about my reward?" He whispered in her ear.

Muskan turned crimson hiding her face on his sweaty chest.

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After being able to successfully avoid her husband throughout the day Muskan was finally cornered by him in the kitchen after dinner.

"Are you really going to go back on your promise my butterfly?"

Muskan gasped as she was corned at the kitchen top. Her cute reaction was melting his heart and getting him even more excited. Without a warning he quickly lifted her up and made her sit on the top placing both his hands on either side of her.

"R... Rehan?" She shuddered turning redder at his closeness.

"Yes butterfly?"

"Someone might walk in." She whispered.

"No one would dare too." He whispered back.
"Can I have my reward now?"

She nodded almost unnoticeably.

Her breathing hitched in her throat as he placed his fingers below her chin and she could feel his hot breath getting close to her lips. Closing her eyes, she gave in.

His heart was ready to jump out of his chest. The excitement was too much for him as he was inching closer and closer to her. How he had been waiting for this moment! He finally placed his lips on her soft one in a surprisingly ong kiss. He almost kissed her again but she gently pushed him back looking down breathless turning red as a tomato. She really had to breathe.

"How... selfish!" He breathed teasing her

"How...greedy!" She replied breathlessly.

Rehan was surprised by his cute wife's witty reply but soon they both cracked up laughing and he rested his forehead on hers.

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Khushi held onto Muskan's arm the whole time guiding and explaining the surroundings as they were shopping in the mall. Three bodyguards were behind them for protection.

"Didi, can we sit? My legs hurt." Muskan requested after walking for more than an hour. All that shoping had completely exhausted her.

Khushi was a fast walker unlike Muskan who was used to walking slowly and carefully. Also, being a homebody who had never been to such a place in years.

"Ah, ok. Shall we just go eat?"

Muskan nodded starting to feel peckish.

As they took thier table in the busy food court the bodyguards were standing behind them.

"Di, aren't they tired too? Please ask them to sit and maybe eat something." Muskan said meekly.

Khushi smiled.
"You care for everyone huh my sweet cutie."

"No Madam, we are ok." One of the guards said shyly. They were following around two beautiful young woman who were also the wives of thier bosses. They couldn't even dare to look straight in thier eyes let alone sit with the boss ladies to eat.

"You can sit on the other table." Khushi suggested.

"No Madam. Please eat without being bothered about us. Just tell us what you need. We'll get it for u."

Khushi turned to Muskan.
"You heard them, now, what would you like to eat?"

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"Di, you didn't had to buy me something soo expensive."

Khushi paused eating and smiled.
"Cutie, you're Rehan Mirza's wife now.  You shouldn't be worried about expensive clothes, jewellery or anything. Being his wife means living like a Queen. Also, the party we're going to tomorrow, it's a big deal. It's also the first time Rehan Mirza is bringing his new bride to introduce to everyone."

"I...is it that important? Oh God! So many people would be there then. What if I do something silly or make you all look bad because of my blindness?"

"Relaaaax cutie! You can never make us look bad. Infact, we look good when your beautiful self is with us. As for doing anything silly, no one in our family has a straight mind and neither do the people who'll be at the party. When you go there you'll notice how many weirdos are there in this world apart from you and me. It would be like a sophisticated zoo." She giggled.
"You don't have to be perfect, you just have to be you and no one is going to leave you alone even for a second. Rehan bhai will be holding your hand the whole time. Also, after seeing you in that dress, he won't be able to let go of you even for a second anyways..." She cooed making her blush.

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The husbands had been waiting for thier wives for ages.

"Why does it take soo much time for women to get ready? God!" Yasir groaned sinking back on the couch as Rehan was busy on his phone.
"Jaan.....Hurry Up PLEASE!" He yelled irritated grunting his teeth.

"Just 5 more minutes baby." Khushi yelled back from the room.

"You've been saying that for the past 50 minutes!!!" He yelled losing his temper.

Rehan gave him a warning look.

"What?" Yasir made a face.

"Don't yell at my sister."

Yasir raised his hands up pretending to surrender abd then said,
"Little sparrow is taking her sweet time too."

Rehan smirked.
"Let her. It doesn't matter."

Yasir smirked back
"Bro, you're whipped."

"Look who's talking." Rehan snapped. "You've been the same for almost a decade."

Yasir laughed agreeing with him.

20 more minutes passed, still no sign of the ladies.

"Bro, let's just go on our own." Yasir whined.

Rehan sighed and made his way to his bedroom.
"I'll go check on Muskan."

Just when Rehan was about to reach the doorknob, it opened on its own and he just forgot how to breathe.

Muskan could smell a masculine perfume from front of her. It was a new fragrance soo she wasn't sure who it was.
"Rehan?"

He didn't reply or rather, he couldn't as he didn't even hear her. Too awestruck by the living doll in front of him. He couldn't even blink.

Muskan sheepishly stretched her hand to feel for the person in front and her hand rested over a racing heart bringing a smile on her face as she was now sure it was her husband.

"You're beautiful my butterfly." He breathed stepping closer to her and she was turning into a slight shade of red.

"Thank...you." Muskan dipped her head down blushing hard.

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Yasir had it now with his wife. He was losing patience so he jumped up on his feet and slammed the bedroom door open.

"Khushi yaar!!!  I'm leaving without yo ...."

His words caught up in his throat as she turned towards him from the mirror.
"Ok fine, I'm ready now."

He gulped gaping at her from top to bottom. She was just like a dream come true. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Khushi smiled cutely strolling towards her handsome husband who looked just too hot in his wine colored suit with matched hers.
"How do I look?" She asked spinning for him.

"Illegal." He just said.

"Huh? What?! Is that a complement?" Muskan asked wrinkling her nose.

"It's illegal for you to look soo gorgeous in front of other people." He crossed his arms.

Khushi giggled and stepping forward wrapped her arms around his waist resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him pouting.
"Am I only allowed to look this gorgeous in front of my sexy hubby?"

He pecked her forehead holding her to himself.
"Yes."

"Now what do I do? What if someone else falls for me at the party seeing me soo gorgeous?"

He rested his forehead on her's giving her a dangerous look straight into her eyes as her breathing hitched.
"There will be a river of blood then." He replied in a low deep voice.

Khushi griped his colar and pulled him close enough that their lips slightly touched.
"You better remember the same thing my darling." She warned him.

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