Shehryar stumbled across the fence of his house. He was afraid of going inside even if he's not in senses. He had deliberately hurted his wife, knowing she isn't familiar with his this side, the side that he himself was unaware of. The side that loathed the mare presence of her near him, near his sinful self.

A pure beauty of his wife can never be for him! He had dranked yet once again. Sikandar had offered to drop him off, which he had declined but sikandar was sikandar who had given him another lecture.

Now, lectures can't do anything to him! He had come a long way to learn anything anymore. He was tired and the ability of learning and understanding is baseless.

He quietly, yet clumsily made his way in the room. His eyes wander around till it rested on the sleeping dainty figure of his wife. The window that was open, was reflecting the moon light directly on her face, making it shine more, making the tear's visible more.

He gulped in shame and regret. Standing up, he went to washroom to freshen himself up. Before laying beside her, the heavy drapped on his arm made her stirred a bit. He looked at her, for what seems like an hour.

Her lips plump, closed in a firm line, the breathing soft and her chest heaved up and down. He shifted closer to her, and dig his nose in her neck, softly caressing the skin. His lips, came in the contact with her neck.

The cold shiver broke her sleep, the butterfly kisses on her neck, and the hand that was roaming on her body was familiar. She shifted a little to confirm "sherry?" He hummed, she gulped. She didn't forget about the treatment he was giving to her.

Suddenly, shehryar hovered over her, she closed her eyes in instant. He was hurt. Was he that bad now? That she doesn't want to even look at him. He softly caress the jaw, lovingly. Her eye's filled up suddenly. She turned her face around and said in a firm voice, or that's what she thought it was.

"Haten! Mujhe Sona hai" he sniffled. he stiffened than his lips softly fall on hers. He moved them softly, passionately against hers, she melted in his arm. He grip her jaw in a tight grip, not bruising. And kissed her with all in himself. He tasted the sweet carven like the starved man, before going down on her.

(Leave, I wanna sleep!)

Leaving a panting mahal to control her breath. He discarded hers and his clothes. Slowly, nearly, subconsciously, mahal going weak, leaned against shehryar, their weight supporting each other on the bed.

All sound clear on the silent night, the night covering these two from the prying eyes, that were ready for the doom. Shehryar words never supported him. His mind hazy from the intake of yet his intoxicated women. He wanted to apologize. Wanted to take his words back.

Yet, when she was laying on his arm, heavily breathing with a little smile while asking him the question once again. His eye's turned hard. Her smile had vanished quickly and she had immediately detached their body before turning around.

He had looked at the shaking shoulder for much hours, before his eyes shut. He had passed out. She cried her heart out. She wanted to question him again, only for her to see him sleeping. Her dam broke. She was tired of him now. There's no mahal left with shehryar but the shehryar he had become, had no mahal. He had to learn, to accept the fact!

He slept, unaware of the heading havoc of emotion and sufferings. She prayed namaz knowing what she's to do will made him go insane, but he's not her shehryar. Her shehryar would've never took advantage of her, only to left her feel used. Her shehryar had asked before consuming, and this shehryar was someone who had lost his senses.
She's not the mahal of shehryar anymore! Not to this one atleast.

Mahal had apologized all night long to her Allah, she had cried and made Dua for many! She had looked at her husband and shed tears. She had prayed for the betterment of her husband and for him to know about his existence!
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He was sure, his wife needs a little pushing towards the side from where she was a little distracted. Going to hajj has proved to be a blessing for ayaan. The wife he was craving to have again, had returned to her old cheery self. Azia had apologized, cried and begged Infront of Allah for the sin she had done or she could've done.

She was neglecting the only person who had respected her, loved her and had stood up for her when she was alone, Her Allah had made ayaan her muhafiz! He's the answered prayers of hers!

Azia had revealed about the incident. Ayaan was shocked, guilty and angry! He had blamed his sister, the first best friend of his! And Allah had given him the punishment in the face of loosing their baby. He had learned to care for people before they got snatched from you.

Yet, he couldn't blame his wife for her quietness. She had been through alot, Because of him and his mistakes! And when she's back, he wouldn't want to loose her again.

He was in the kitchen, preparing the snack for the night. It was Saturday! He and azia had planned to not waste the time sleeping but watching movies and doing self care. Self care? Well azia had taken interest in self care products that she once saw in someone's vlog.

She was surprised by how much the other person's skin had glowed in the small amount of time, and for azia, if taking care of you means looking pretty for ayaan, then she's ready to walk on coal!

Now, she had gathered those stuff by going to market immediately and had some delivered to their place, by Daraaz! He was regretting letting her use it on him! Cause when he went to room, he was summoned to sit, while she applied some face pack on him, of Black colour!!. He impatiently waited till she finished and had listened to her about the results and benefits, even if its her first time too.

The charcoal face pack was used to remove dark heads, extract dirt from skin and what not! He silently rolled his eyes at that, making her swat his hand, a little too forcefully. He groaned and glared at her.

Before, shifting their attention to the movie. Had he knew his wife is the die hard fan of pashto movies, he would've brought her loads of it. But now After hearing her talk about pashto movies and not finding any to watch, made him sad. Until she settled on one, with pashto background. Janaa. The face pack was so cool that he had shivered, and was thankful that she had let him washed it while she was indulge in the movie!

Azia, had squealed when she saw the handsome face, in her eyes, of Bilaal ashraf. Ayaan had given her snarky remarks on her every comment on the actor. She could care less cause no one compete to bilaal ashraf!!

He sighed, now after an hour of squealing, she was leaning against his chest, her arms wrapped around his waist, and she was crying in his arms. While being sad for Bilal to jump in the burning building for saving the children. She know he'll live, he'll be okay! Yet she was shedding tear's for him. Who was just a movie characters.

His temper ran thin, when he Heard her whispered Aw mera Bilal '. He snapped towards her, before gripping her jaws to pull her till she was feeling his lips on hers. She gasped, he gripped her waist and made her sit on his lap. His hand on her back, while one keeping her face straight.

She squirmed, only to feel an stinging pain on her bottom, that he had so cruelly smacked. She unknowingly shifted closer till his palvic. He groaned in her mouth.

"Agar ab kisi gair mard ka naam lia, to acha nhi hoga" she nervously licked her lips, before asking him oh so obediently "warna?" He chuckled darkly, making her shiver. She had heard him letting this sound out when he would be mad.

(If I heard any other man name from your mouth, It wouldn't be good!)
(Or else?)

He stood up, with her still in her arms and made his way to the room, effortlessly. He slammed her against the door, before diving in between her neck and shoulder. Marking the white pearly skin with the marks of his desires. He sucked on the junction of skin, that had her gripping his shoulder hard as she gasped and closed her eyes.

Ayaan was livid the moment his wife was lost somewhere, he was unable to understand and unable to take the pain! He had asked for his wife to return back, the wife he loves. So much for her to turn her back at him, it hurted him.

Now, after a month for more, having his wife again had him unleashing all the desires he had stored for some times under him, the control he had on himself broke, making him took the whining azia against the same door, hard, and moved towards the bed to made sweet love to her body.
Ayaan had her withering by the time he had satisfied his carnal desire!

However, he was proud of the state his wife was in. All messed up for him, she was gorgeous for him. She had always been gorgeous for him, and another new glow added to her beauty made him take her again! Yet once again, hard!
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Hi...
Azia is soo my elder sister Im telling you! She just need something to waste money on!!!!

And shehryar, you are going to get beaten by the reader's!!

Did you meet ayaan dadd--?? Lol!