Zara's POV

Seeing the interior of the cottage has me awestruck. It's absolutely beautiful. My jaw drops as I take in the warm, homey feeling as we walk in through the large front door. I'm lost for words as my eyes travel over the large, beige and brown living room.

Each room in the cottage is perfect. Absolutely beautiful. The atmosphere is warm and welcoming. I could live here forever, happily. The cottage isn't too small. It's still much larger than a normal sized house.

'What do you think, beautiful?' He whispers, bringing up my hand to his lips and kissing it gently. I shiver as the feeling travels through my whole body.

"It's perfect. I love it," I whisper, gazing up at my husband with a soft smile.

The grin on his lips is breath-taking. He's so handsome. I feel my cheeks heat up as I check him out.

He smirks, pulling me close after placing the bags on the floor. 'I know I'm handsome, Mrs Malik.'

I blush deeper, slapping him playfully on the chest. He laughs and suddenly lifts me up from the ground, in his strong arms. I'm taken by surprise, but I wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself.

My cheeks are bright pink as he carries me upstairs, into a bedroom. A modern but rustic bedroom, with brown and white furniture. He places me gently onto the huge bed, and kisses me on the forehead.

'I'll go and grab our bags, and our lunch. We'll eat, rest for some time, and then we'll go out. How does that sound?' He asks, smiling.

I nod, making myself comfortable. "Great!"

********

We have lunch in our bedroom, on the sofas on the other side of the room. I already feel like I'm at home here, I love it so much. I wouldn't mind staying inside the cottage and not sightseeing, but we have to go. After a short nap, that is.

We both try to sleep for a couple of hours after lunch, but I'm too excited to sleep. I can't fall asleep, and I keep tossing and turning. Half an hour later, I sit up in bed.

Zaid sits up too, chuckling. 'Not tired?' He asks, smiling.

I shake my head. "Not at all. Let's go out. Or do something else. I don't want to sleep."

He smirks, coming closer to me. 'Something else, did you say? What do you have in mind?' He winks, making me blush from head to toe.

"Zaid! You're crazy," I mutter, burying my head into his shoulder.

'You really want to do something else?' He whispers, teasing.

I know exactly what he's talking about, but what am I meant to say to him in reply?

I don't say anything, I just shift closer to him, wrapping my arms around his broad back and taking in his manly, musky scent.

'Tell me, baby,' he whispers, breaking the hug slightly to gaze into my eyes.

I blush beet red as I hug him again, closer.

He chuckles softly, kissing the top of my head.

'I love you, beautiful,' he says, holding me close. Every time he tells me that he loves me, I get the best feeling in the world. It feels so damn good, and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

"I love you, too," I whisper, kissing his shoulder gently.

Then, I break the hug and jump out of bed. 'I'm gonna get changed, then we'll go. Okay?' I ask, without looking at him.

I can hear his melodious laughter from behind me. "Okay."

********

Forty-five minutes later, I'm changed and ready to go. I'm wearing a light pink flowy top which has three-quarter sleeves. I've paired it with light blue denim skinny jeans, and I'm wearing light pink matching sandals. I've applied some natural makeup but applied a matching lipstick, and my hair is styled in a messy bun.

I sit in front of the dressing table and wear a pair of diamond studs, with a silver bracelet. I get up and turn around, when I see Zaid walk out of the bathroom. He's showered, and he's ready.

He looks damn hot, wearing a light grey v-neck t-shirt which hugs his muscular body. His biceps look huge. I blush, trying to keep my eyes off him but I can't. He's too handsome. He has paired the t-shirt with light blue skinny jeans, matching mine, and white sneakers.

He roughly dries his hair with a large, fluffy towel. I bite my lip, standing up from the dressing table.

'Ready?' I ask him, glancing at the wall behind him.

He looks towards me and grins. "Yes, love. I'm ready. You look gorgeous." He walks towards me, and presses a kiss to my forehead. I breathe in his delicious, manly scent, sighing with happiness.

'Let's go then,' I say with a smile.

********

We visit the Palace of Versailles first, which is absolutely gorgeous. The gardens of the palace are beautiful, and then there's the Hall of Mirrors. I'm awestruck at the lavish and exquisite decorations, furniture and the Renaissance art in the palace. We roam the palace for a couple of hours, before Zaid drives us to the Louvre Museum.

I've always been interested in visiting historical museums, but this is definitely the best one I've ever been to. I've heard that this is one of the best art museums in Europe, and now I've seen it with my own eyes. It takes us several hours to roam the museum, too, and it's so much fun.

By the time we leave the museum that evening, I'm exhausted. It's just turned 7pm, and I've had so much fun. So has Zaid.

We go to eat at a fancy restaurant, and then we go for ice cream.

That night, we roam the beautiful Paris streets hand in hand, enjoying the lovely weather and each other's company. I haven't had this much fun in a while.

'Are you happy, Zara?' Zaid suddenly asks me, as we walk down a bustling, warm street in the moonlight.

I look towards him and nod, my eyes gleaming with happiness. "Of course I am, this is amazing. What about you, Zaid? Are you happy?" I ask him, looking into his eyes.

'The happiest.' His eyes hold so much love and happiness, that I start to feel slightly emotional. I don't know why. I don't show it, though. It's probably because I'm so happy, after so long.

He holds me to his side and kisses the top of my head. I enjoy his gentle embrace for a second, before grinning up at him.

"So, where will you take me tomorrow?" I ask, grinning like an idiot.

He chuckles at my excitement. 'Wherever you want, sweetheart.'

"Disneyland. And the Eiffel Tower. But wait. We need a whole day for Disneyland. So we'll go to the Eiffel Tower tomorrow. Okay?" I respond, smiling.

He returns the smile with one of his dazzling ones. 'Of course, love.'

I burst out laughing a few seconds later, pulling his arm to make him look at me.

"Zaid Malik will go to Disneyland. I'm sorry, but that's hilarious to think about," I say, giggling again.

He smirks. 'Anything for you, darling.'

We continue to roam the streets, not leaving each others' hand. I love the feel of my hand in Zaid's. It makes me feel so safe, so protected. And so happy.

It's over 10pm when Zaid drives us back to the cottage. It's about a half hour drive, and we listen to some soft music in the car.

It's getting late, but I'm not tired. At all.

I actually feel wide awake at this time. Like an owl.

Zaid's proximity has me feeling all jittery and...weird. Weird in a good way, though. I just want to hug him. I want him to hold me. I want him to...

'Zara? Are you okay? You're a little red,' Zaid says, chuckling. His eyebrow is raised, and a slight smirk is playing on his lips.

God, that smirk.

I blush harder, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. But it doesn't work.

"I-I'm fine," I stutter, biting my lip to contain my giggles.

Now he looks more interested. His smirk is wide, and he turns to face me. We're now out of the main city. The cottage is about a ten-minute drive away.

'Why is my beautiful wife so nervous? What's the reason behind that blush I love so much?' He asks, grinning.

"You," I blurt out. My eyes widen in shock when I realise what I've just said.

'Oh, now I need to know. What were you thinking?' Zaid asks, his eyes brightening with amusement.

I shake my head, looking out of the front window. "Nothing," I mutter, my cheeks literally as hot as fire.

'Zara, Zara, Zara. What am I meant to do with you, when you're blushing like that? It makes me crazy, you know that,' Zaid whispers, looking into my eyes.

I swallow, hard. "When are we gonna reach the cottage?" I ask, my palms sweating. I wipe them on my jeans.

If we were at home right now, or if we were anywhere else that wasn't a car, I'd jump into Zaid's arms.

He glances at me again. 'In five minutes.'

********

As soon as we enter the cottage, I'm in Zaid's arms. He holds me close, a slight smirk playing on his beautiful lips.

I bite my lip, trying to control my blush but of course, it doesn't work. He pulls me closer, our bodies pressed together.

'I-I need to change,' I mumble, staring into his eyes. His pupils have dilated and his eyes have darkened, making me shiver in his arms.

"I want a kiss first. Then you can change," he whispers huskily.

I blush harder, but nod. I stand on my tiptoes as I place a gentle kiss on his soft, pink lips. He responds to the kiss straight away, kissing me with so much love and passion that I feel like I'm about to burst.

When we break the kiss for air, our breathing is hard and uneven. Zaid rests his forehead against mine, smiling softly.

"You're amazing," he whispers, kissing me on the forehead.

My heart soars and I gently caress his cheek, feeling his light stubble tickle my fingers. He leans into my touch, smiling.

'So are you, Zay,' I reply, hugging him.

He hugs me back, close. "Zay?" He says, amusedly. I can hear the smile in his words.

'It's your nickname from now. I chose it, is it okay?' I mumble, blushing.

He gently breaks the hug and holds my face in his hands. "I love it, baby."

I grin, before yawning loudly. Zaid chuckles, shaking his head. 'Tired?'

I shake my head, my cheeks scarlet. "N-no. I don't want to sleep. I'm not tired." Then I yawn again and groan.

'Sleep, darling. Don't you want to visit the Eiffel Tower tomorrow?' He smiles softly.

I nod. "Okay."

********

The next morning, I wake up at half eight, feeling very energetic. I sit up in bed and stretch, a huge smile on my lips. I'm so excited for today. We will be visiting some more of the main tourist areas of Paris today, including the Eiffel Tower. I've visited before, too, but I was very young then. I can't wait for today.

I glance to the space beside me on the bed. The empty space. I frown. Zaid has woken up before me this morning. I'm always the one to wake up first, but he's already awake.

I get out of bed and wrap my huge, silk dressing robe around me, before walking out of the room. I stand at the top of the staircase and call his name. 'Zaid? Are you downstairs?' I ask, loudly.

"I'm in the kitchen, baby. Breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes," I hear his deep, husky voice answer a few seconds later.

I smile. So, he's making breakfast this morning. It's the first time he's cooking breakfast for us after our wedding, and I feel excited. I already know that he's great at cooking. But why is he cooking today, this early?

I go back into the bedroom and select my outfit for the day, which is a white and pink flowery, summer maxi dress. It's fitted from the top and then flowy after the bust area. It's one of my favourite dresses. Mum had gifted this dress to me on my wedding.

I take my clothes with me to the bathroom, and I take a quick shower. I use my favourite strawberry scented shampoo and body wash, before brushing my teeth in the shower. I cleanse my face, too, before changing into the beautiful dress.

I towel dry my hair and slip on a pair of white flat sandals, before heading downstairs. I'll dry my hair later and apply some makeup. After breakfast, though. I'm hungry.

I walk into the kitchen, where my dear husband is busy behind the stove. My breath catches in my throat when I see that he is wearing nothing but grey tracksuit bottoms. His Calvin Klein waistband is peeking out, making my cheeks tint pink.

I clear my throat, making Zaid aware of my presence. Keeping my eyes off his impressive body, I walk towards him. I grin when I see the numerous breakfast foods on the kitchen counter. He's amazing. He's cooked scrambled eggs, toast, pancakes, French toast, hash browns, omelettes, coffee, and.. my favourite fresh orange juice.

"Wow, impressive. May I ask when you woke up this morning, to make all of this?" I ask him, smiling.

He turns to me after placing the last of the pancakes onto a white plate. 'Just an hour ago. Or maybe an hour and a half ago. I didn't want to wake you, you looked too innocent and adorable. And I wanted to surprise you. You look beautiful.'

Aww. I stand on my tiptoes before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "It's amazing, Zaid. Thank you so much. What's with the surprise, though? I could have cooked breakfast for us!"

He shakes his head, a small smile forming on his lips. 'Today is your day, Zara. I want everything to be perfect for you.'

My cheeks redden, and I start to help him take all the plates into the dining room. But he holds my arm, stopping me.

"Go and sit down, I'll bring everything. It won't even take two minutes."

I shake my head, but do as I'm told. I walk into the living room and take a seat at the brown, wooden dining table. Zaid arrives with the plates a few seconds later.

Breakfast is delicious. Everything he's cooked is yummy. I especially love the pancakes, and of course, my favourite orange juice.

'You remembered my orange juice,' I say, smiling. I take another sip, before placing the large glass back down onto the table.

He grins, swallowing his bite of French toast. "Of course. I know how much you love it."

I finish eating a couple minutes later. 'Where's your shirt?' I ask, my voice quiet and shy.

He chuckles. "I prefer cooking without my top on."

Of course he does.

********

An hour later, we're on the road. First, we will be visiting the Eiffel Tower. And I'm so excited. I keep grinning at Zaid in the car, making him chuckle. I'm so happy, I can't describe it. I feel like the happiest and luckiest girl in the world.

Marrying Zaid was the best decision of my life. Nothing and no one makes me happier than him. He does every tiny thing possible to make me happy, to make me smile. I love him so, so much. He's the love of my life, my Zay.

We reach the Eiffel Tower forty-five minutes later. We take lots and lots of pictures around the area and in front of the Eiffel Tower.

That's before Zaid tells me to go to the top with him. I decline, shaking my head furiously. I'm terrified of heights.

I've always wanted to go right to the top of the Eiffel Tower and see the beautiful city of Paris from above. But one time I did come here years ago, I didn't dare. I'm terrified of heights. Absolutely terrified. It's over a thousand feet tall, for God's sake! Is Zaid crazy?!

'Are you kidding me? We just got married a week ago, I don't want to die just yet,' I mutter, glaring at Zaid.

He chuckles, shaking his head. His eyes are sparkling. "I can see it in your eyes, baby, you want to go to the top. But you're scared of heights, I know. I'll be right there with you, though. Do you think I'd ever let anything happen to you?" His words are promising, and I know that I can trust him with my life. I always have.

'It's so...high!' I say, staring up at the landmark. It's one of the tallest buildings in the world, I know that. It towers over the rest of Paris. How beautiful must Paris look from all the way up there, though?

I don't know.

"It is, but you trust me, Zara. Don't you? Imagine going back home, and telling Hafsa and Maryam that we returned from Paris without seeing the beautiful view from the top of the Eiffel Tower?" He smiles softly, clutching my hand. He kisses the back of it.

'Of course I trust you, Zaid. You know that. I trust you more than I trust myself!' I respond, again staring behind him to the enormous landmark.

"Then let's go. You'll love it, I promise you."

And I do. I love it so much, that I don't want to go back down when we're at the top. We walk to the second floor, and then take an elevator from there, up to the top. I'm absolutely terrified at first, when we exit the elevator. I'm shaking, in Zaid's arms. And I've closed my eyes shut tight.

'Open your eyes, darling. Look,' Zaid whispers gently. I'm in his arms, he's wrapped both his arms around my waist, and is holding me securely against his body.

I shake my head. "No."

'Zara, trust me, beautiful. It's not frightening anymore. I'm right here with you, aren't I?' He presses a kiss to the back of my head.

I clutch onto his hand which is around my waist, and I very slowly open my eyes. Zaid holds me close. My heart stops for a few seconds, I swear it does, when I see the view from above. I haven't seen a view as beautiful as this, ever. I'm lost for words as I gaze at the beautiful city of Paris from the top of the Eiffel Tower.

Zaid clicks a picture, and then a few more. "What do you think?" He asks me, his warm breath fanning my ear.

'I-it's beautiful. Wow,' I say, looking around at the magnificent view.

"Not as beautiful as you, darling. Nothing can match your beauty."

I smile, holding onto Zaid's hand. The view is absolutely beautiful from here. All the lights and the buildings look amazing from here. We stand like that for several minutes, I don't know how many, taking in the sight in front of us. Then, we decide to have lunch at one of the restaurants near the bottom.

After we've finished having lunch and we're back in Zaid's car, travelling to our next destination, my phone rings. I dig it out of my purse and smile seeing Hafsa's name flashing on the screen. Zaid smiles at me. I answer it.

'Hey, Hafsa! How are you doing? How are Aunty and Uncle?' I ask her, smiling softly.

"We're all good, babe! How are you and Zaid bhai? Is he taking care of you?!" Hafsa asks, making me laugh.

I blush. 'We're great, Hafsa. Really great. We just visited the Eiffel Tower and had lunch, now we're back in the car. And yes, he's taking care of me. He's great.' I can't help but smile, thinking of how well Zaid is taking care of me. He's doing everything and anything for me, just to make me happy.

"Good! If he does anything stupid, tell me straight away and I'll sort him out for you. Okay?" She asks, laughing.

I chuckle, shaking my head at my best friend. 'I'm sure that won't be needed, Hafsa. What were you doing?'

"I was missing you so much, babe! You only left yesterday, but I miss you. We all do! But I hope you have so, so, so much fun! And that Zaid bhai gives you lots and lots of love and hugs and kisses-"

I break her off, laughing. 'Hafsa! We're having lots of fun. It's amazing here in Paris.'

"Did you guys take pictures? You better take lots of pictures, I want to see them!"

'Yes, Hafsa. We took lots of pictures, and don't worry. We'll show you once we get back home.' We did take lots of pictures at the bottom and the top of the Eiffel Tower. We also took several pictures yesterday. Some of them, are private, and I want them to remain just between me and Zaid.

"Good! Oh, god. Mum's calling me from downstairs. I'll call you later, okay? And I'll talk to bhai then, too," Hafsa says quickly.

'Okay, Hafsa. Sure, take care! Bye.' I turn off the call and turn to Zaid, who gives me a smile.

"That was Hafsa?" Zaid asks me, raising an eyebrow.

I nod, smiling. 'Yep! She was just checking in with us. She said she'll call later and talk to you too then.'

Zaid nods. "Okay. So, where do you want to go next?"

********

We spend the rest of the afternoon and evening in Champs Elysees, roaming the shops and malls there. We do lots of shopping, and it takes the whole day. At 7pm, we have about 10 shopping bags in our hands, which we take to the car. We have dinner at a restaurant there, and then we head to a café for some coffee.

At 8pm, we're back in the car, heading back to the cottage. I have a huge smile on my face, as does Zaid.

'Wow, that was an amazing day! Thank you so much, Zaid! It was perfect,' I say to Zaid, smiling and playing with the diamond bracelet on my wrist.

Zaid bought me this bracelet today, and I absolutely love it. It was very, very expensive, and I kept refusing to take it. But, he wouldn't listen. He bought it for me, and clasped it around my wrist. I can't keep my eyes off it, I love it so much. It's so sparkly. It's definitely my style, elegant, simple and dazzling.

"I told you, Zara. I would make today perfect for you. I'm glad you've had fun today," he smiles.

I nod. 'I don't want to go back to England. I want to stay here, at the cottage. But I'd miss our families too much. I love it so much here, though. Thank you, Zaid. For everything.'

He grins at me, showing off his perfect teeth. "We can stay as long as you like, Zara."

'Oh, really? What about your work? Have you forgotten about that?' I say, laughing.

He cocks an eyebrow, smirking. "I don't have to go to work, you know that. I can take as many days off as I want. I own the company, remember?"

I shake my head, smiling. 'You're crazy.'

"Only for you, Zara. Only for you," he says, as always.

Our drive back home is very enjoyable. We enjoy listening to some soft music in the car. Around fifteen minutes later, I turn off the sound system, lost in my thoughts.

Zaid turns to me. 'Zara? Are you okay? You're not feeling car sick or anything, are you?' He asks, worriedly.

I shake my head. "I'm fine! I was just thinking of something. You want today to be perfect for me, don't you?"

He nods, smiling. 'Yes.'

"You'll do anything for me, to make today perfect?" I ask, feeling my face warm up.

He nods again, confused. 'Of course I will, Zara. Just name it.'

I bite my lip to control my giggles. "Okay."

As we enter the countryside, I can't stop fidgeting. I feel really, really nervous. In a good way, though.

'Zara, tell me baby. What is it that you want, to make today perfect?' Zaid asks, still confused.

"Today was absolutely perfect, Zaid. Really. Today was one of the best days of my life," I answer.

'But, it can be more perfect, more beautiful. How?' He asks, glancing over at me.

"I'll tell you when we reach the cottage."

********

'You must be tired, Zaid. I'll run you a bath,' I say to him, smiling sweetly. I kiss him gently on the cheek, before going into the en-suite bathroom.

He follows me, extremely confused now. "I'm not tired, but a bath would be lovely. Zara, are you feeling okay?" He asks.

I nod, testing the temperature of the water. 'Yeah, I'm perfect. You'll feel so great after you've finished taking a bath. I promise you." I find some bubble bath and a couple of bath bombs from my suitcase, and I add them to the bath. Then, I grab him a change of clothes and hand him a towel.

'Zara, you're up to something, aren't you? What will you do after locking me in the bathroom?' He asks, raising an eyebrow but taking the towel and his clothes.

I frown, innocently. I shake my head, pouting. "What would I be up to at this time? I'm going to take off this lovely dress and get changed myself, too. That's it. Go and have a bath, okay?"

He nods, still suspicious. 'Okay. Are you sure you don't want to join me?' He asks, teasing.

I blush, smacking him playfully on the chest. "Just go. And hurry up, because I need to brush my teeth and take off my makeup."

I breathe a sigh of relief when he goes into the bathroom and closes the door.

I quickly turn around and walk over to my suitcase, near the sofas. I've never felt so nervous before, in my entire life. Never. I'm actually shaking right now.

I unzip my suitcase and dig through it, until I find what I'm looking for. Then I quickly change my clothes.

Five minutes later, I've changed my clothes. I glance into the mirror, smirking. I'm such a daredevil, aren't I? I know, though, when Zaid gets out of the bathroom, I will not know what to do. I will be lost.

I walk into the room next to ours and quickly use the bathroom and freshen up. I brush my teeth, cleanse my face and apply a touch of natural makeup. I brush through my unruly hair, deciding to leave it loose. I apply a spritz of my favourite perfume and head back to our bedroom.

Zaid is still in the bath. I hope he stays in there for ten more minutes, at least.

Earlier, when me and Zaid were roaming the shops, he left me for only ten minutes or so, when he went to buy my beautiful bracelet that I couldn't keep my eyes off. During the time he had left, I had also done some shopping.

I take out some beautiful, fresh red rose petals from a couple of bags, and decorate the room as best and as quickly as I can. Then, I light the candles and place them around the room, after dimming the lights. I'm done just five minutes later, and the room actually looks gorgeous. The bed is decorated with rose petals, as is the furniture.

Oh, god. I feel slightly nauseous now.

What will Zaid think?!

I glance at my reflection in the full-length mirror for a few seconds. I don't look too bad, but will Zaid think the same? I'm wearing a black flimsy nightgown, one which just about covers only the very necessary areas. I'm wearing a matching cover-up too, but it's made out of lace and is transparent. It reaches mid-thigh.

Oh, god. Oh god, oh god, oh god. What am I doing?

When I hear the bathroom door open, I start to freak out even more. I hide behind the bed, waiting for Zaid to come out of the bathroom. When he comes out, my breath catches in my throat. He looks so handsome, wearing only jogging bottoms which hang dangerously low on his hips. He stops drying his hair with his towel, looking around the room in surprise. He's shocked.

'Zara? Where are you?' He says, a few seconds later.

Oh Lord, please have mercy. I'm trembling with nervousness and anticipation. What have I done?

'Zara? Where are you, baby?' He asks again when I don't answer.

I stand up slowly, my legs shaking. I feel like my legs are about to give way as I walk towards the centre of the room. Zaid doesn't speak as I awkwardly stand a metre or so away from him.

I peek up at him through my lashes, and see his eyes travel over my whole body, from head to toe. My cheeks burn like crazy, and I know that I must be as red as a tomato right now. Why isn't he saying anything? I'm so stupid, for doing this. He must be thinking that I've gone crazy.

When he finally starts to walk towards me, I still don't dare to look into his eyes. My gaze is fixed on his bare torso, and it makes me blush harder.

When he reaches me, he places his hands on my hips and gently kisses me.

'Zara? What's all this?' He asks, smirking slightly. 'You look damn sexy. You've done this on purpose, to drive me crazy, haven't you?'

I don't know how I keep myself from laughing at his words. I look up at him, to see his eyes glistening with amusement and...something else. His eyes have darkened, making me shiver. 'It's quite hot in here, don't you think?' He adds.

I blush. "Well, yes. It is pretty hot," I mumble, making him chuckle.

'I knew you were up to something, but I still don't know what. And..what are you wearing?' he asks, grinning.

"Don't you like it?" I ask, my face falling.

He chuckles, kissing me on the forehead. 'I like it a lot, Zara. A little too much, if you ask me. This is definitely a surprise. What's with the flowers, the candles?'

I shake my head, but stand on my tiptoes and place a lingering kiss on his soft, pink lips. He kisses me back, smiling.

He still looks confused.

I kiss him again, enjoying the feel of his warm lips on mine. When he kisses me back, I tangle my fingers into his hair, trying to pull him dangerously close. I kiss him, feeling the tension radiating from his body.

He breaks the kiss a few second later, his eyes darkened even more. I have no idea what I'm doing right now, but I need this. I don't want this...whatever this is, to end.

I place a hand on his chest, trailing my fingers over his hard but hot skin. He continues to stare at me.

I place a gentle kiss on the top of his chest, and then again on his lips. This time, I kiss him hard and urgently. I press my body against his, again tangling my fingers in the hair at the back of his head, trying to bring him closer to me. But this time, he doesn't kiss me back.

He breaks the kiss, shaking his head. He holds me by my hips and presses a kiss to the top of my head. Before shaking his head again. What? 'Zara, no. You're not ready, this isn't right. I know you're not ready.'

What?! Is he seriously this stupid? "Zaid, are you crazy? We're married, and I wouldn't have done..any of this if I wasn't ready." I gesture to the room around me.

'Zara, I know you better than you know yourself. And I want our first time to be perfect for you,' he says gently, looking into my eyes.

"Why are you always running away from me?! Today, and also the other day when we stayed at my parents' home. Are you scared, Zaid? What are you afraid of? It's perfect, today has been perfect. Every day this last week since our marriage has been absolutely beautiful. I don't know about you, but it's been pretty perfect for me. Why do you keep running from me, Zaid? I'm your wife!" I say, annoyed.

'Zara, darling, trust me. I want it more than you do. You have no idea how much I want you, how much I've always wanted you. It's difficult, extremely difficult, to control myself around you. I don't want to hurt you. I would die if I hurt you, baby.' He looks at me with so much intensity and so much love, it hurts my heart.

"Zaid, I know that it hurts in the beginning, but I don't care. I honestly don't. I know that you'd never hurt me purposely. You'd hurt yourself, but you wouldn't let any harm come to me. I know very well. But I want you, Zaid. I need you." I place a gentle, lingering kiss to his jawline, making him shiver.

He closes his eyes shut tight, shaking his head. 'Zara, if I hurt you-'

I kiss him to silence him. I place several small kisses on his lips, wanting to take away all his tension, all his control.

'I love you, Zaid. So much,' I whisper against his lips.

"I love you, Zara. You're a crazy, naughty girl, you know that?" He answers, staring into my eyes.

I giggle, burying my face into his neck and kissing the sensitive spot of his neck.

He groans, before taking me by surprise and picking me up in his arms, bridal style.

I laugh, making myself comfortable in his arms for a few seconds.

"You know I can't say no to you, darling," he says, his voice husky.

'That's because you don't want to. I know how much you want me. And so do I. I want your love, Zaid. All of it. It's all mine. I want you to love me, kiss me like there's no tomorrow. I want you to touch me, love me.' I whisper, before grabbing his face and kissing him, hard.

I kiss him deeply, and this time, he kisses me back, with the same amount of passion, the same urgency, that I kiss him with. I hear him growl as he lays me down gently and hovers over me.

"Zara, if I hurt you, please tell me to stop. At any time. Whenever you feel any pain, tell me to stop and I promise you, I will," he promises, looking at me with so much love that I feel like I'm about to burst.

I nod, staring into his fierce, love-filled eyes. 'Okay.'

The next thing I know, my cover-up is ripped off me, and the jug of water which is on our bedside table crashes to the floor. He kisses me gently, but passionately. I deepen the kiss, tangling my fingers into his hair and bringing him closer to me. As close as I possibly can.

'I love you, Zara,' he whispers softly, his eyes dark and passionate.

"I love you, Zaid. I love you so much."

He kisses me again, all over my face and on my neck. I close my eyes, savouring every kiss. Just then, I feel his weight shift from above me. Where does he think he's going now?

'Where are you going?' I mutter, pulling him back down to me by his shoulders.

He chuckles. "I forgot something, it's in my wallet. I'll be back in a minute."

I shake my head furiously, holding his hand and pulling him back down. He understands straight away, and starts to rain kisses all over my face again. Then he moves to my neck.

He kisses over the sensitive spot on my neck several times, knowing how much I love it. I moan, burying my fingers into his hair again and pulling him as close as I can.

When I feel his fingers on my flimsy nightgown, touching my bare skin, I suck in a breath, loving the feel of his touch. His touch leaves a burning trail on my skin. I can't get enough of him. I never will.

I help him by removing my nightgown with fumbling fingers. His eyes are nearly black as he gazed over my entire body. The way he's looking at me is turning me on so bad. He's only looking at me. What will happen to me when he touches me? What will happen when he-

His lips find another sensitive spot at the hollow of my neck, and he teases. I groan, pulling his head closer to me.

He shifts off me for a second, making me groan again. 'No, Zaid. Don't stop. Please-' I trail off when I feel his hands caress my stomach, then my hips. I close my eyes, enjoying his touch.

"Zara, you're so damn beautiful. And you're mine. You're only mine," I hear Zaid whisper.

I open my eyes and nod, my eyes filling up with tears. 'I'm yours, Zaid, all yours. Only yours. Forever. And you're mine, you're only my Zay.'

He nods, kissing me. The kiss is short but passionate. "I've always been only yours, Zara. You're my life now, my everything. There is no Zaid without Zara."

A tear slips out of my eye, and Zaid kisses it away. 'How did I ever get so lucky? You're perfect, Zaid. And look at me. You're so amazing, you're perfect in every way.'

He stares at me with dark, passion-filled eyes. His hands roam my stomach and my back, making me shiver with excitement. "Never say that again, Zara. You're perfect in my eyes. You're the most beautiful angel in the world. I haven't seen anyone as beautiful as you, there is no one. I'm the lucky one."

I pull his face down and kiss him with all the love that I have for him. I put everything into the kiss, and so does he. He kisses me back just as urgently, just as passionately, holding me flush against his hard body. My hands roam his back, feeling every ridge, every muscle.

He kisses me gently on my lips, then leaves a trail of kisses from the corner of my lips to my jaw, over my neck, everywhere. He covers us both with the duvet as we get lost in each others' arms, in each others' love, lust and affection, for the rest of the night. We become one in the city of love. Zaid definitely made the day perfect for me. 

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Hi guys, how are you all doing? This is a pretty long chapter, right?! I hope you guys enjoyed reading it!

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