As he entered in their room hia eyes caught a glims of her innocent face. She was lying on the couch and her burnt hand was dangling off the couch. He kneeled down near the couch and adore her beautiful face. She have a different kind of calmness in herself.

Murtasim hold her hand gently and placed it on the couch. Duo to his touch she wakes up from her. She glared at him.

"Tum yeh kya kar rahe the?", she asked him angrily. He scanned her face for a moment and uttered," tumhara hath mein chot lagi hai, main wahi thik se rakh raha tha".

"Yeh tumhari problem nhi hai. Main apna khayal rakh sakti hu"

"Oh hello, mujhe koi shouk nhi hai. Aur zyada chot aa jati", he said with frustration.

"Mujhe ayi hai chot, this is none of your business, understand. Aur contract ke mutabik hum dono ek dusre ke mamlon se dur rahenge yeh tey hua tha, yaad toh hoga na murtasim khan", she said coldly but with anger. He didn't said anything and distanced himself from her.

She was hurted by his behaviour but now it's his turn to get hurt by her words. He merged towards the washroom to change his cloths. Tears welled up in her eyes for hurting him. She wiped her tears and laid down on the couch hiding her face on the pillow.

He came out of the washroom after changing into comfortable clothes. He noticed those dry tears in her eyes and felt bad. He was the reason behind these tears and he knows that. He adorened her sleeping face. Her cute and cubby cheeks, that bunny nose and her long lashes. He was battling with his own mind to not look at her.

He laid down on the bed while his eyes are fixed on her. Damn, why the fuck he was feeling a strong pull towards her, he thought.

She curled up in a tiny cucon duo to cold. He claimed off the bed while holding a comforter in his hand. He covered her gently that it can't disturbed her sleep and  gazed at her for a last time before draining into a slumber.

Her eyes widely opened as the alarm clock start beeping. She stands up from her place and headed towards the alarm clock. She tries to shut the clock but it was beeping continuesly. She threw the clock to a corner of their room in frustration. Duo to the sound he wakes up from his sleep.

His messy hairs, half opened eyes, curled up tshirt, anyone will die to see him like this. She got a handsome yet cutest husband for sure. Sge was ogling him yawning.

"What the hell is this meerab?", he said in his sleepy tone.

"Morning, just yeh band nhi ho raha tha toh patak diya zameen par ", she replied casually.

"Whatever subha subha mera ladne ka koi irada nhi hai", he said and leave towards the washroom. She totally ignored him.

*****

A very huge month after their marriage. They were living with eachother in a same roof, in a same room but still there was a huge distance between the two.

They used to talk normally infront of peoples but in their room they barely talked to eachother. She used to answer him coldly and its really hurts his heart.
She totally ignored him every time.

Today they were going to attend her friends Walima. Saba and rohails walima .
The whole family was invited but maa begum told that everyone was busy so its better for the two to go there.

Maa begum herself had selected her a beautiful heavily embroidered red saree for today's event. A matching diamond necklace and earring are also there.

A maid knocked on the door to give her all this. Meerab took it with a smile and shut the door. As her eyes saw the saree the glow of her face went out.

"Saree aur main. Yeh kahan phas gayi, agar nhi pehni toh maa begum ko bura lagega", she uttered to herself.

She was in a dilemma. Damn... What the hell she will do? Draping a saree alone isn't a really easy job and she doesn't know how to wear a saree. She took out her phone and searched an easy tutorial to drape a saree.

" Arghh", she stampt her feet on the floor in frustration." Who the hell had invented that shitty thing yaar", she uttered while struggling with the saree.

At the very moment murtasim banged in the room without knocking. Her eyes trailed over her body. His eyes scanned her from head to  toe. She was standing infront of him wearing a blouse and petticoat and her saree was half on the couch and half on her hands.

The red colour was complimenting her ivory skin. Her collarbone, her small waist was looking so beautiful. She was looking damn hot and breathing.

His heart jumped a beat after seeing her like this. A different kind of sinful desire started engulfing him from every core of his cell. He felt something really strange.
His eyes are fixed in her chest. His eyes are looking at her darkly with a lustful desire.

She immediately covered her body with the pallu." I'm sorry", he stamrred an apology and turn his back on the other side while controlling his inner desires.

"Knock kar ke nhi aa sakte", she huffed.

"Tum darwaza lock nhi kar sakti thi", he replied.

She looked away and said," woh maine marium ko bulaya tha, issi liye darwaza khula rakha tha".

"Woh toh uske dost ke ghar chali gayi", he informed.

"Kya?"

"If you want any help then i'm here also", he said with hesitation. She shook her head and uttered," tumse na ho payega Murtasim".

He turn his head to see her, " aab yeh mat kehna ke you don't know how to drape a saree".

"Yes", she said while Looking on the floor.

"Are you just kidding me? Agar aata nhi hai to phir maa saab ko mana kyun nhi kiya"

"Unko bura lagta", she said.

He melted in her innocent reply. She's such a sweet person yaar." Wait i'll manage", he said while coming towards her. She start taking her steps backward.

"Kk...kya kar rahe ho tu...tum", she said. Her heart was beating loudly. As her back hit the wall her breath hitched duo to their proximity. He was just inches apart from her.

"Saree pehenne mein madad kar raha hun"

His hands cluthed on her back pulling her towards him. She looked at him in surprise.

He grabed the saree in his hand and ordered her to show him the tutorial video. As his fingers touched her creamy skin they both felt a sharp burning sensation in them. Her skin was burning where he touched her. She can sensed his lustful gaze on her. Which was making her feel butterflies.

They were close to eachother for the first time. Her heart was thudding in her chest.
His inner desires are drowning him crazy because of her beauty.

He tucked the saree into the petticoat and his fingers brushed over her  waist. Her creamy soft skin the all he want to feel her soft skin against his lips. He bit his lips to control himself.

He placed the pallu on her shoulder. As his hands touched her neck she close her eyes. Damn his eyes are fixed on her chest. His mouth was hell opened. She was a real defination of beauty.

He was struggling with those pleats of the saree." Don't move", he ordered her. As he tucked those pleats his eyes fell on her navel. His breath hitched. He gulped his own saliva.

Now he was regretting over the contract. He want her badly, he wanted to feel her lips against his lips, he wanted to mark her whole body with stamps of hickey, he wanted to feel her body against her. He want her, his mind was making fake scenarioes.

"Drop the idea to attend the walima and breech the contract tonight", his mind suggested him. He cursed himself under his breath he will surely taste her jutti against his face instead of her lips.

He was lost in her beauty where she was lost Looking into his dark and lustful gaze.
He was still holding her waist tightly where her hands are on his chest. His eyes are looking at her with hunger.

Damn, he was loosing himself towards her. His body was giving up against her. Both are burning for eachother. But The only difference was that his eyes are telling and her eyes are hiding.

She was pro at hiding her tempting desires where it wasn't an easy task for him at all. He buried his face closer to her neck. As his hot breath fall on her neck she close her eyes and clutched onto his black shirt. Which makes him more and more desirable man in the universe.

His lips pressed on her neck, that spot was burning. She clutched more tightly on his shirt. His lips are not that rough as far as it looks. He rubbed his nose on her neck making her feel butterflies in her stomach.

She left out a gasp against his ears. His body was burning more duo to her gasp. He tighten his grip on her waist while trailing his lips over her jaw lines. They both were drensed in emotions.

Their lips ade inches apart, she close her eyes as he rubbed his nose with hers. That sensation was so new to her. He wanted to kiss her rosy lips badly. He came closer to her lips.... He was about to place his lips on hers

Knock knock.

They both came into their senses. She pulled out her from his grip. Where he close his eyes in embaracement. She immediately fixed her pallu and he walked to open the door.

"Maa saab, koi kaam tha", he asked. Maa begum smiled at her sher beta. Her eyes falls on her daughter in laws flushed red face and she smiled at her too.

"Kuch nhi bas yeh dusra necklace dene aayi thi, yeh wala zyada acha lagega", maa begum handed him a velvet box and left from there.

He somehow placed that box on the dressing table and left the room immediately. She looked at herself on the mirror and can't help but blused at the incident what happened between the two some minutes ago.

On the other side he was breathing heavily totally frustrated with the disturbance his mother had created unknowingly. He cursed himself under his breath. He want a 'Do not disturb' board for his room now.

To be continue...

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