The next morning, Salaar was sitting on the bed and working on his laptop after having breakfast. The room was oddly silent, which shouldn't be the case now that he was sharing it with a loudspeaker like Sasha. But Sasha was quiet since she woke up. She didn't even flirt with him, which was a big deal.

Salaar looked at her, who was sitting on the armchair quietly. Something was definitely wrong with her.

“Sasha, bring me a glass of water,” Salaar ordered her. The Sasha he knew would have thrown a fit about how he cannot boss around her and should at least add a ‘Please’ in the sentence. But she just went downstairs and brought him water.

Salaar was shocked at Sasha's obedience. He put the laptop aside and took the glass of water from her. He gulped down the water and then pulled her down to sit beside him.

“Are you sick?” He asked and put his palm against her forehead to check her temperature.

Sasha silently shook her head, “I just feel sad.”

“Oh... are you missing your father?” He asked her very carefully.

Sasha again shook her head.

“Then? Are you missing your house?” Salaar asked in confusion.

Sasha again shook her head. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she kept looking at him. Salaar saw her teary face and panicked.

“Sasha, why are you sad?” He asked as gently as he could.

And Sasha began crying like a baby, “Last night you assaulted me on the name of kiss!”

Salaar was scandalized by her choice of word, “Assaulted you? Okay, it was gentle but it's wasn't that harsh either. And it was consensual.” He tried to defend himself.

“It was our first kiss and you ruined it!” And she hit his chest.

Salaar was confused at how to handle this girl who was crying like a baby while blaming him for ruining their first kiss. But it was understandable. She had been in love with him for so long and must be expecting their first kiss to be memorable and magical. So Salaar, with an intention to rectify the mistake he did the previous night, kissed a crying Sasha. He tasted her salty tears and soft lips. Sasha's cries died down immediately and her eyes widened in disbelief.

Was he kissing her? Gently? That too without her asking for it? The Salaar she knew was never this romantic? A monkey was more romantic than him.

The kiss ended after long moments and Sasha was still shocked. Salaar wiped her tears and pecked her one last time before picking up the laptop again.

“I'm craving spaghetti.” Salaar spoke, he very well knew Sasha will now do anything for him after he kissed her so romantically.

Sasha looked at him, who went back to normal as if nothing happened, and then went downstairs to make spaghetti for him.

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By the time night fell, Sasha was back to her normal self. She ate two plates of Biryani and gossiped with Hana for about two hours. Sasha loves only three things in this world - food, gossip, and Salaar.

“Salaar...”

And now she went back to pestering Salaar for a kiss. She was sitting in his lap, wearing that sheer nightie and lingerie underneath it. Salaar was trying to watch a series on his laptop but with Sasha trying to seduce him, he couldn't focus on the series and his eyes kept sliding to her thighs. At last, he shut the laptop and looked at her. Sasha smiled and wrapped her arms his neck.

Salaar pecked her lips and asked, “Happy?”

Sasha frowned at him, “That's it? Aren't you going to do anything else?” She asked him while pressing her chest against him.

Salaar rolled his eyes. He was quite surprised at her straightforward gestures like rubbing her boobs against his chest.

“Sasha, get down.” Salaar told her sternly.

“Salaar...” Sasha began peppering soft kisses on his face and neck. Salaar started taking deep breaths. Her kisses were making him breathless for some odd reasons. Subconsciously, his hand wound around her waist. It encouraged Sasha to keep going on. She tried to pull of his t-shirt. Salaar quickly held her hands, “Don't!”

But Sasha wasn't going to back down easily. She pulled off her nightie, leaving herself in the lingerie set.

“Sasha, are you out of your mind?” Salaar hissed angrily.

Sasha began acting innocent, “You are my husband, Salaar. You can watch me without clothes, you know.”

“Sasha...” he warned her.

“Please...” She put his one hand on her waist and guided the other to her neck. Salaar was in a daze as she made him touch her neck and chest. It was getting hard to resist when Sasha was putting so much efforts into seducing him.

He took a deep breath, pondering if he should take his hands off her body or surrender to her.

And he chose to surrender. In split seconds, his t-shirt was on the floor beside her nightie and Sasha was pulled down for a hard kiss.

Sasha couldn't believe that it was happening. He was touching her all over her body. He fondled with her breasts so possessively and then spanked her, making her moan. Salaar pulled out from the kiss after some time. His hands snaked to her back and unhooked her bra that met the discarded clothes lying on the floor. Salaar pushed her down on the bed and eyed her assets with admiration. His fingers slid into her panties out of blue and Sasha yelped in surprise. While he put his mouth of her left breast, taking her by surprise yet again. Even though Sasha had imagined this scene a lot of times in her mind yet she couldn't believe that Salaar was making love with her. It just felt unreal. And it felt even more unreal when he made her orgasm with his fingers.

“Salaar...” Sasha moaned again and pushed him deeper into her bosom.

“Hmm...” Salaar hummed in response. He pulled out from her center and freed her breast  as well.

He smiled lazily and rested his face against her shoulder. Sasha smiled and patted his head.

“I love you, Salaar,” Sasha mumbled in the calmness of the night.

Salaar gave her a kiss on her collarbone as his response. “I tried so hard to not marry you. But, at last, here I am, in your arms.”

“I know my energetic personality scares you. But don't think I will change myself after marriage. I'll stay the same. You should get used to my energy.”

Salaar rolled his eyes at her words and quietly enjoyed the rise and fall of her chest. Soon he fell asleep in her arms. But Sasha couldn't sleep that night. Salaar was sleeping peacefully in her arms and yet it felt like a dream to her.

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“Salaar! Aaa!” Sasha moaned out loudly as Salaar hit her sensitive spot continuously. Two months into the marriage and they finally decided to take their marriage one step further. Naseebo Phupho was asking them when they will give her a grandchild. Salaar and Sasha were trying their best to fulfill Phupho's wish.

Salaar quickly shut her moans with a kiss. Hana will tease them again in the morning if she heard Sasha's moans by any chance.

Soon Sasha orgasmed, so did Salaar after a few more thrusts. He fell down on her chest tiredly. Sasha was about to fall asleep but Salaar patted her cheek, “Let's clean ourselves first.” Saying so he picked her up in his arms and headed to the bathroom.

After cleaning themselves, they wore fresh clothes and again fell down on the bed.

“Salaar, I love you.” Sasha mumbled against his chest as she wrapped her arms around him.

“Love you too.” He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes.

Finally, their marriage reached a point where he could say those words without any hesitation or doubt. Salaar was her biggest dream. And at last her dream became her reality.

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And their story ends here. I hope you liked this short story.

Btw, I was imagining Hania Amir as Sasha and Bilal Abbas as Salaar.

And if you liked this story, you will definitely like the next one too.

Bye 👋

Will meet you with a new short story soon ♥