Zara's POV

His lips start a merciless assault on the bare skin of my shoulder which is peeking through my flimsy nightgown. He begins to trail soft, feather-light kisses from my shoulder, to the side of my neck. I close my eyes shut tight, loving the feel of his lips on my skin. His lips are super soft.

I grab his arm and hold onto it tight, my fingernails digging into his skin, as I feel his lips travel across my jaw. He isn't kissing me now, but his lips are softly moving across my skin, teasing.

He sits up, and I frown at him. Why is he getting up? He takes off his shirt and discards it, throwing it onto the floor beside the bed. My mouth dries up as I take in his shirtless form. He's so handsome, so hot. He has the most impressive body I've ever seen. Any guy would be jealous of his body.

I trail my fingers across his hard chest, then across the hard ridges of his stomach. He lays back down next to me and turns me to face him, softly caressing my cheek. I lean into his touch and smile.

"Are you trying to kill me or something, wearing that?" He asks, looking at my nightgown. His eyes darken, and he can't keep his eyes off my body.

I smirk, trying hard not to blush. 'Why, Mr Malik? Do you like it?'

He nods, his fingers playing with the material at my back. "Yes, I like it very much."

I start to draw patterns with my fingers on the top of his chest. He groans, pulling me towards himself by my wrist.

Making myself comfortable, I place my right leg on his. I feel him tense, and his gaze is on me.

He groans, pulling me even closer. He rests his head in the crook of my shoulder, kissing my neck lightly. I shudder.

I position my leg to make myself more comfortable. He gently touches my bare knee, making me tremble. I close my eyes as I feel his hand draw lazy patterns on my leg.

'Are you okay with this?' He whispers softly.

I open my eyes to meet his, nodding. I reach for his hand which is on my leg, and push it higher so it is laying on my stomach. When I feel his hand on my stomach, I shiver.

"I won't break, Zaid. I promise," I whisper, chuckling. My cheeks are bright pink.

He trails his hand over my bare stomach for a few seconds, and then takes it to my waist.

'You're so soft,' he says.

I laugh. "Yeah?"

He nods, staring into my eyes.

'I can't believe you love me, Zara. And that you trust me enough, for this. You're letting me touch you.'

I smile. "Well, you should believe it! I love you, Zaid. And yes, I'm letting you touch me. I was letting you do more, before you decided not to." My cheeks heat up at my words.

'I love you more, baby. Do you think that I don't want to make love to you? I want you, Zara. Badly. So badly, that it hurts. But I want the moment to be perfect for you, love. I want to give you everything.' His voice is soft and gentle.

I blush. "I have everything, Zaid, now that I'm with you," I reply, looking into his eyes which are filled with only love for me.

He moves forward and kisses me gently, his hands on my bare waist under my nightgown. I kiss him back immediately, tangling my fingers in his hair. My other hand is caressing his cheek. The kiss is gentle to begin with, but it soon heats up as I try to shift closer to him with my leg. When my hands move to travel down his back, Zaid stops with the gentleness and kisses me passionately, urgently, as if this is our last kiss. As if our life depends on it. I kiss him back just as hard, groaning at the feel of his hands on my bare skin. He nips my bottom lip with his teeth gently, and it takes me by surprise. I groan, he takes this opportunity to enter my mouth, kissing me fiercely.

We're both flustered when we break the kiss for air. I know that I'm flushed, and so is he. His eyes are dangerously dark, hooded.

'Zara,' he whispers my name, sounding in pain.

"Yes?" My lips are now on his neck. His eyes are closed, and his left hand is gripping my waist hard, but not hard enough to make it hurt.

When I reach his collarbone, I feel him shiver and he groans. 'What are you doing? You're making it impossible for me to control myself, baby.'

"Then don't control yourself. You want me, Zaid. I know you do," I whisper, saying his own words to himself. How I'm being so bold, I have no idea.

He opens his eyes to smirk at me. 'I admit it, baby. I want you so badly. You have no idea what you're doing to me.'

"Yeah? What am I doing to you?" I ask. I kiss the top of his chest gently, and feel him shudder.

'Do you want to know?' His voice is a low whisper.

I nod. Swiftly, he grabs me and pulls me on top of him. My eyes widen in shock, and I feel my entire body turn scarlet, when I realise what he's saying. I realise exactly what I'm doing to him, as I try to move off from on top of him.

'Z-Zaid, I-I didn't know. I'm gonna crush you,' I say, blushing hard. This is the most embarrassing situation I've ever been in, hands down.

I hear him chuckle, his body vibrating. This isn't funny.

"Now you get what I mean?" He asks, laughing.

I shake my head, lying. 'No.'

"Really, Zara? You're not so innocent."

I blush, hiding my face in the crook of his shoulder. 'Shut up. And let go of me.' My cheeks are burning with embarrassment.

"I think I should go and take a cold shower," he whispers.

I glance up at him, biting my lip. 'I-I'm sorry for making you feel this way.'

He smirks. "I'm not."

I slap his arm and try to move, but his strong arms are around me, pressing my entire body against his.

Now I feel scared. For...you know.

I've heard how difficult it can be.

I'm scared, but I'm not at the same time. Because it's Zaid.

'Go and take a shower,' I whisper, blushing.

He chuckles, looking into my eyes. "Are you uncomfortable?"

I shake my head, truthfully. I'm not uncomfortable. Zaid is my husband, and I love him more than anything.

"I think I need to take a shower," he says, scratching his chin lightly. My cheeks turn dark crimson.

I sit up, trying to budge.

Zaid groans, staring into my eyes. "Zara." He really sounds like he's in pain.

'What's wrong?' I ask, furrowing my brows.

He shakes his head. "You're making it impossibly difficult for me, love."

I move off him immediately, blushing hard.

'I'm sorry, for...this,' I whisper, looking down at my hands.

He glances at me, shaking his head. He grabs my hand, smiling. "Why are you sorry, darling? You've done nothing wrong."

I shake my head. 'I can't make you happy, Zaid. I'm your wife, but I can't...' I trail off, my eyes watering up.

"Hey, hey. Zara. You've made me the happiest man in the world by marrying me. I feel like the luckiest man in the world, because you're mine. You're the only one who makes me happy. Please don't doubt yourself." He kisses the back of my hand gently.

'No, I can't do anything for you. I know how difficult it is for men to...control themselves, when they're like this. You're controlling yourself because you don't want to hurt me. You want it to be perfect for me. I know how much you need it, Zaid. I can feel it.'

"Zara, listen beautiful. I'm enjoying each and every second with you, to the fullest. I love you. You're giving me everything."

'Zaid, I'm all yours. I want to be the perfect wife for you, because you deserve all the happiness in the world. You're such a good person, you're so loving, so caring, so kind. And you love me so much. I want to give you everything, too,' I whisper, staring into his beautiful eyes.

He smiles. "Trust me, Zara. I will make the moment perfect for you, when we become one. I want it to be so beautiful, and after that I will be even more crazy for you. If that's even possible. After that, you'll be begging me to leave you alone, to let you sleep, but I won't."

I blush, laughing at his words. 'You're crazy.'

"Only for you, baby." He presses a kiss to my forehead, before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. When I hear the shower running, I grin to myself.

Zaid drives me crazy. He makes me so crazy. I love him so much, and I honestly want to give him everything. I want to give him all the happiness he deserves.

I grab my phone from the bedside table and chuckle, reading a couple of texts from the girls. Ayesha and Layla. They're teasing me, telling me to have fun tonight. I reply to their texts and lock my phone, placing it back down onto the table.

A few minutes later, Zaid returns from his shower. He's wearing black tracksuit bottoms which hang dangerously low on his hips. I suck in a breath seeing his glorious form. He's so damn hot. My eyes travel across every ridge, every muscle of his chest, his stomach, his arms. He's drying his hair with a towel, and it looks messy and even darker than it actually is.

I get out of bed and walk towards him, smiling. His gaze travels down my body, and I see his eyes darken. I take the towel out of his hands and seat him on the edge of the bed, drying his hair. He smiles up at me.

I return the smile, moving on to dry his torso. I know that I'm blushing, but I try to concentrate on his face and not his impressive body.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me into his lap. I blush harder.

'Zaid, you need to-' I start, but he silences me by placing a finger on my lips. I shiver at his touch.

"While I was in the shower, I was thinking of something. When do you want to go for our honeymoon?" He asks, staring into my eyes.

I blush, burying my face into his bare shoulder. 'Erm, whenever you want,' I whisper, smiling.

He kisses my cheek. "We'll go on Saturday. It's Tuesday today, and we'll go on the weekend. How long do you want to go for?"

I shrug, moving back to look at his handsome face which I love so much. 'I don't mind. We just got married, though. Should we go so soon?'

He grins. "Dad was asking me yesterday, about where we're planning on going. It's not too soon, darling. Tell me, where do you want to go?"

I smile, thinking. 'Whenever I've thought of my honeymoon, there have been two places in my mind. Paris and Turkey. I don't know why.'

"Perfect. We'll stay in Paris for a week, and Turkey for a week. How does that sound?" He sounds so happy and excited, it makes me grin.

'Zaid, we'll go for one week. I want to spend time with Aunty, Uncle and Hafsa too!' I say, giggling.

He frowns. "Only one week? Two weeks isn't much, love. Come on."

I shake my head.

"Okay. One and a half weeks. No less than that."

I pinch his cheek and nod. 'Okay, hubby. One and a half weeks. Happy now?'

"Very happy." He grins.

I lean forward to kiss his cheek. He grins at me, his eyes shining with love.

'So, we can go to Paris for about five days, and Turkey for five?' I ask, the excitement building up.

He nods. "Of course!"

I hug him while sitting in his lap, tight. He laughs, hugging me back.

When we break the hug, he kisses my forehead and smiles at me. 'I promise I'll make our honeymoon perfect for you. Whatever you want will happen, we'll go wherever you want.'

"Stop being so cute, Zaid!" I say, frowning at him.

He chuckles, holding me closer. 'I love you, Zara.'

"And I love you too, Zaid. Now come, let's sleep." I get up from his lap and hold his hand, dragging him to bed.

I lay in bed with the biggest smile on my lips. I can't wait for our honeymoon. I know it'll be perfect. Everything is perfect with Zaid. My smile deepens as he pulls me into his arms. 'Sleep, love.'

I fall asleep a few minutes later, smiling softly.

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The next few days are super busy. I don't do any work around the apartment, but guests come to meet me and Zaid everyday. My cousins, aunts, grandparents, Zaid's aunts and uncles, his cousins, our friends, everyone.

Our tickets are all ready for our honeymoon. We will first be going to Paris, the city of love. Our flight is on Saturday, early in the morning. We will be staying there for five days, before we fly to Turkey, Istanbul. I'm so excited, that I can't wait for the days to pass and the weekend to arrive!

I spend lots of time with our family, who have honestly never been happier. On Thursday, when I come out of the shower, Zaid tells me something.

'Zara? I need to ask you something, baby,' he says, smiling.

"Yes? What's the matter?" I ask him, returning the smile.

'Would you like to go to a public interview with me tomorrow morning? It will be telecasted on live TV, on the 10am show. The public desperately want to talk to us regarding our marriage and our life together. They've been contacting me for days, and I haven't answered them yet. If you don't want to go, it's okay,' he says, smiling softly again.

I know how much the public want to talk to us. In these last few days, we've been very private, our wedding functions were private, even though a few photos got leaked of our wedding and walima days. I don't mind at all, though. I honestly don't mind speaking to the public, going to this morning show.

"Zaid, I don't mind at all. I'll go with you, just don't leave my side. Okay?" I reply, laughing.

He chuckles, kissing the top of my head. 'Of course, darling. I'll be at your side the entire time. The interview is tomorrow morning. I'm sorry that it's so last minute.'

I grab his hand and smile. "I don't mind at all. I'm actually kinda excited for it. What are we going to wear?! Come, let's decide now!" I pull him up and drag him into our closet. I search for at least half an hour, before deciding on my outfit.

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"Good morning, and thank you for joining us on The Morning Show at 10am! Today, we have two very special guests with us, who you will meet in just two minutes! I'm sure every person sitting here today has had an interest in their life, especially over the last week, when they got married! Yes, I'm talking about Zaid Malik, and his beautiful wife, Zara Ahmed! Can I have a round of applause?" The lovely and super excited young lady, Sarah, says, grinning.

Me and Zaid walk out, hand in hand, making our first public appearance. I'm actually feeling kind of nervous now, and I'm clutching onto Zaid's hand tightly. He rubs small circles onto the back of my hand absentmindedly, to calm me.

The crowd erupts into cheering and a huge round of applause. I can hear young girls screaming, too, trying to get Zaid's attention. It's funny, and I feel embarrassed for them.

We walk out and take a seat on the black, cushioned sofa opposite Sarah. She's smiling at us, her eyes gleaming with excitement. We smile back at her. Zaid's still holding my hand, and I'm glad that he is.

"Zaid, Zara! It's lovely to see you both here this morning! You both look absolutely beautiful!" She compliments us, grinning.

I smile, turning to face my husband who also has a small smile playing on his lips. We thank her politely.

I'm wearing a dark green maxi dress, which is absolutely stunning. Zaid bought me this dress, it's one of many he bought me on our wedding. I like the way it fits, and hugs my figure but it's not too tight at the same time. The sleeves are three-quarter length, fitting perfectly. I'm wearing black heels, a silver bracelet and small diamond earrings. I've curled my hair and styled it so it's falling over my right shoulder. I've gone for a simple but elegant look today, and I love it.

Beside me, Zaid is wearing his signature black suit, with a white shirt, black leather shoes and a green tie which matches my dress. His hair is tussled, making him look so handsome.

'Thank you, Sarah. It's a pleasure to be here this morning,' he says, his voice confident as always.

I hear several girls swoon over him in the audience, and I try my best not to laugh.

"I have to say, you both make the most perfect couple! You look very beautiful together, like you were made for each other! Even though, Zaid, you broke thousands of hearts last week. And Zara, the same goes for you! You look lovely, and I'm sure there are many men who are jealous of Zaid!"

We chuckle softly. 'Thank you so much, Sarah,' I say, my voice soft and friendly.

She smiles at me.

"So, you had the perfect fairytale wedding! Which we haven't seen much of, but we all know that you both would have looked marvellous on every function of your wedding! I, and every other person sitting here in the audience today, would like to hear about your love story. How did you both fall in love? And is it true, Zaid, that Zara used to be your personal assistant?" She asks, excited.

I chuckle, looking towards Zaid to speak. He smiles softly at me. 'Yes, that's true. I don't know the exact moment I fell for Zara, but it was months ago. I felt like I had to wait an eternity to marry her,' he speaks, not taking his eyes off me.

I blush, glancing down at our intertwined fingers. I hear aww's from the audience, but I'm only fully aware of my husband right now.

"That's so cute! Zara, what about you? When did you fall for Zaid?" She asks me, smiling at us.

I lick my lips. 'I, too, don't know the exact moment, but I can say this much.. the first time I saw Zaid again after two years, at the time of my interview, I felt something. I don't know what the feeling was, but it was there. It's always been Zaid for me. I feel like I've always loved him,' I say, blushing. He kisses the back of my hand, his eyes glowing with happiness.

"I love you," he whispers, into my ear.

'I love you, too,' I whisper, giving him a shy smile.

"That's so beautiful, Zara! You both really make the perfect couple! What was your wedding day like?" She asks us.

'Beautiful. Perfect. It was the best day of my life, and I'm sure I can speak the same for Zara,' Zaid says, smiling. I nod, gazing at him and not believing my eyes. He's so handsome. He's so perfect. How is he mine?

"Yes, it was the best day of my life, too. It was the perfect day," I agree.

"It must have been! Are you planning on a honeymoon anytime soon?" Is her next question.

I nod. 'Yes, we're going tomorrow, actually. Paris, and Turkey.'

"Both are beautiful honeymoon destinations! Have fun! Zaid, what is your favourite thing about Zara? And Zara, what do you like most about Zaid?" She asks us, grinning happily.

Zaid speaks first. 'I love how selfless Zara is. She always puts others before herself, even though she shouldn't, because she's most important. I love how caring, how kind, how loving she is. She's changed me completely.'

I blush, looking over at Zaid. He's looking right back at me, love filling his eyes.

I clear my throat before I speak. "Zaid, too, is selfless. He would do anything for me, and he has. What I love most about him is...everything. Honestly, everything. He's the perfect husband. And I get so happy seeing how amazing he is with our family, too. He's the perfect son, and he's the perfect brother too. He can do anything for those he loves."

Zaid's smile is breath-taking. He looks at me with so much love and so much happiness, that I feel like my heart is about to explode out of my chest. It's thudding at a frantic rate, surely Zaid and everyone sitting here today can hear it too?

"Yes, you're the perfect couple. You're both couple goals! Zaid, tell us a secret that we don't know," she says, grinning.

Zaid glances over at me, smiling. 'Zara is the only girl I've ever loved. She's my first, and my last.'

My heart hurts right now. Zaid is so amazing, so perfect. My eyes have filled with emotion. I give him a soft, sweet smile.

"Zaid, that's so beautiful! Even we can see that Zara has changed you completely! Everyone, this is love. This is a perfect example of true love. Zara, sweetie. Can you please tell us a secret, that we don't know? That Zaid doesn't know?" She asks.

I grin. 'I've always had a crush on Zaid. Not just any crush, but the biggest crush ever. I never told anyone. I've had a crush on him since I was 16.' My cheeks feel extremely hot, and I can't believe I'm saying this in front of everyone.

I bite my lip, turning my gaze to look at Zaid. He looks amused, but most of all, extremely happy. His eyes are shining with various emotions.

"Really?" He whispers to me, smirking slightly.

I ignore him, blushing hard and playing with my fingers. He's never gonna let go of this, I just know it.

We continue with the interview, which lasts for another thirty minutes. After the live interview is over, me and Zaid stay back for a short while, interacting with the audience and Sarah. It's actually lovely being here, seeing how excited and enthusiastic everyone is. We're told by several people that we look beautiful together, that we make the most perfect couple, and so on. It makes me very happy, and Zaid too.

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Later that afternoon, we go to have lunch at a fancy diner. Thankfully, we're both dressed well, so it's all good. Zaid wants to take me shopping after lunch, but I decline, telling him that we need to check our bags once more, and make sure we haven't forgotten to pack anything. Our flight is early tomorrow morning, to Paris. Although it's only a one and a half hour flight, we're gonna have to wake up super early.

We head home, and take a short nap before quickly checking our bags. Then we spend some time with our family. My parents and Maryam have also come this evening, to meet us before we go for our honeymoon. We spend some time with them, and we all have dinner together that night, which is super sweet and fun.

After my parents and Maryam leave, Aunty and Uncle tell us to get to bed early, as we'll very much be needing the sleep for tomorrow. So, we do. We head upstairs to our room at 9pm, and we go straight to bed. I fall asleep straight away, as I was feeling pretty tired.

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The next day, we land in Paris at 11am. We had to wake up super early in the morning, at around 5am. I was so tired at that time, but so excited too. I can't wait for our honeymoon to start, I know it's going to be so much fun.

Zaid has been to Paris many times before, and he tells me that it's one of his favourite cities. I've also been twice, but it was years ago.

"Zara, do you want to stay in one of the best hotels in the city, or in my small cottage half an hour away from the main city?" Zaid asks me, smiling.

He's driving himself, and he looks so hot. I had no idea that he has a car here, in Paris. He has three, to be exact. And I'm surprised that he knows his way around the city, too, like it's his second home or something.

I return the smile. 'The cottage, definitely. Is anyone there?' I ask him, gazing at his handsome face. Gosh. He looks so good all the time, and right now even more than usual. He's wearing a black t-shirt which hugs his muscular body, and blue denim jeans. His hair is styled messily, as usual, and he's wearing dark sunglasses. He looks like an Armani model or something.

He shakes his head. "No, no one's there right now. There's housekeeping every month, to take care of the cottage. But no one's there at this moment." He seems glad that I chose the cottage, and not the hotel.

'I had no idea that you have a cottage here, and cars too! I mean, I know you're Mr CEO, but still.. wow,' I mutter.

He chuckles, glancing over at me. "I have a house in Greece, too. And Spain, and Italy."

My eyes widen, but I don't say anything. Of course he does.

He grabs my hand and kisses the back of it, smiling. 'You look so beautiful, Zara.'

I blush, thanking him softly. I'm dressed casually, I'm wearing a white button-up shirt dress which reaches mid-thigh, and I have the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, as it's pretty hot here today. I've paired it with black leggings and gold heeled sandals. My makeup is natural, and my hair is put up into a messy bun.

"Really? I just picked up the first thing I found in our closet, and I put it on," I reply, laughing.

He grins at me, his perfect white teeth sparkling. 'I like it, honestly. You look beautiful wearing anything, and I'm sure you look beautiful wearing not-'

"Zaid!" I laugh, my cheeks heating up. I hit him playfully on his arm, making him chuckle.

'If we weren't in a car right now, I'd-'

Again, I break him off. "But we are! So, Mr Malik, eyes on the road! When will we reach the cottage? And I want to see the Eiffel Tower. And you have to take me to Disneyland, too."

He smiles. 'We'll go everywhere you want, darling. I promise. I thought you'd be hungry, so we're going to grab a quick lunch and then go to the cottage. Is that okay?'

I bite my lip, grinning. "Okay, but I really don't want to go to a restaurant right now. Can we just grab some food and take it with us to the cottage?" I ask him, smiling.

He nods, returning the smile with one of his beautiful ones. 'Of course, love.'

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So, we grab some pizza and fries, and also some Chinese takeout, and take it with us. The cottage is only ten minutes away, and I'm feeling pretty tired now, which is super annoying as I just want to go out and see all the amazing places.

I'm lost for words when we reach the cottage, which is out of the main city and near the countryside. It's beautiful. The different shaped bricks, which are several shades of brown, fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. The large door at the front of the cottage is made out of a sturdy, dark brown wood, with a circular door knocker. It's old-fashioned, but has modern touches too. It's small, but not too small. It looks cosy, even from the outside. I love how it's away from all the other large buildings and houses.

Zaid parks his car in a small car park beside the cottage, and he grabs our bags, turning to grin at me.

'What do you think?' He asks me, softly.

"It's beautiful," I whisper, staring off at the small pond near the back of the cottage. The garden at the front is absolutely lovely. Flowers of every colour and kind are growing at the front of the cottage. Beautiful. I could happily live here forever. It's picture perfect, and it looks so welcoming even from the outside. Before even going inside, I know that it must be even more beautiful inside. It feels like home already, and we haven't even gone inside yet.

Holding our bags over his shoulder and in his left hand, Zaid holds out his right hand for me to take. "Wanna go inside?" His smile is blinding.

I grin, slipping my hand into his. "Let's go, hubby."

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