Mahal placed the last dish on the floor, where the dastarkhuan was laid out, and went back to bring the tea jar. She was working from the morning, on the breakfast, her husband's family, that she calls her own too, was staying with them for a time now. It wasn't a problem for her to cook food for them and take care of them. but she wasn't exactly habitual of taking care and making food for so many people. The time she married, was the time her husband saperated from his family.

Now when she would only work for herself and sheryar it was hard for her little back to not ache. And on the top of all, her sister in law was of no use. She was vile petty women, as her husband calls her that. And would not work untill she saw their father in law lurking around. That women got tongue to spit fire tho. She wouldn't care about what and to whom she was saying things to.

Mahal finally called them all for breakfast, her husband was sleeping but if he would've been awake. Allah bless his heart, he would've worked more than her. He has been doing it with her, but as he was the man so he had to keep the hands low infront of his family. Or else their big ego would've been hurt seeing their son working.

She went towards her room, and here was he, still spread on their king sized bed, like a star fish. Shirtless. Oh what an amazing sight it was. Shame, he would not give her all. She sat beside him, and ran her fingers on his dark hairs, slightly grazing her long nails on his scalp. Making him sigh in contentment, even if he was asleep.

"Sharyar, pakheza"  (Wake up) he stirred but didn't turned around. Making her rub her hand up and down his taut back. He turned around and looked at her, sleepily, yet with darker eyes but her heart was frantic, why does he look at her like that? like if he could he would eat her whole. She blushed as she voiced her thoughts in her mind.

" Maine nashta laga dia hai, Mor or palar bhi arahe hain. Now ap bhi uth jaiye."(I've made breakfast, Mother and father is also coming, now you wake up too)  He nodded, still sleepy. She saw his eyes closing up, she once again pat on his now bare chest, and warned "Handa oas" (Right now) he pouted and sat up, sneaked his arms up her waist and pulled her closer. "Sahar mo pakher jana" (Good morning darling) she nodded, trying hard not to blush once again and make a fool out of herself. He smiled and let her go, and she took the opportunity to run away, only hearing him laugh.

While she returned to the dining area, where her father in law was sitting, with her brother in law, asfandyar too. She said her salam, and check to see her head, if her dupatta was still in its place. It was. She sighed thankfully, not in a mood to hear from her mother in law that it was disrespectful for her to come without covering her head, infront of the men. She was supposed to take dupatta infront of her husband too. But too bad, they didn't know their son.

They finally sat down for the awaiting break fast, the hot lacha parathe and vegetables omelette with the tea,The paratha's that she made in asli ghee, along with the eggs. Now it wasn't hard to make any paratha's and omelette. But it was certainly hard, when one person would eat three parathe now Mashallah.

They weren't allowed to eat food made our of maids hands, hell they weren't even allowed to have maids at her in laws. But her husband has gone all the way and break the tradition, for her comfort. Shehryar sat beside her, on the floor. And then everybody started, she too served him, his usual two parathe and an omelette, and put a big cup of tea infront of him. Before finally having her's.

The atmosphere was calm, the small chats they were having were echoing softly in the air, untill his mother in law asked, " sehar, soi nhi thi kya raat mai, ankhon k neeche halke kyun hai" (sehar, you didn't sleep at night, why do you have dark under eyes) everyone's attention was now shifted on sehar, she pull her face more downwards before looking up at her directly. " Arey, ap logon ko awazen nhi arahi thi kal?" (Arey, weren't you all listening to those voices yesterday night) Everyone was confused. "What voices" shehryar asked, afraid someone has broke into his home.
Or was it jinn.

" Mahal ki awazen or kiski" (mahal's voices, or whoelse's) She really knew how to make circle out of a talk. She directed them slowly towards the point. "M-meri?" (Mine?)Mahal asked, sehar nodded. " Han , tum miyan biwi jahan dekho wahan shuru hojate ho... Banda kamre mai kare jo karna hai"(yes, you husband and wife starts where ever you wants, atleast go to your room) she was bright red. Mahal was embarrassed. She was caught having that little moment with her husband, on the kitchen counter.

" Bhabhi, tameez se" (bhabhi, Be in your limits) sheryar said, his father now really awkwardly stood up and went out, cursing his elder daughter in-law, in his heart, the breakfast was amazing but that women can't be shut up. " Arey to kya mai galat keh rahi hun ammi? Aik to wo kitchen mai hi shuru hogae. Dusra Allah maaf kare, itni besharmi. Maine apni ankho se dekha, tumhe mahal. Kaise chipki hui thi tum shehryar k sath, koi sharam hi nhi hai"( arey, am I wrong mother, It was kitchen, where you'll started and oh how shamelessly you were flashed against shehryar mahal, don't you have any shame)

Tear's burned in mahal's eyes, she couldn't fathom the courage to look at anyone, her figure shrinking with the passing second, " ap ko kya faraq parta hai mai apne hi ghar apni hi biwi se kahi bhi piyar karun. Ap kon hoti hai kisi ko besharam kehne wali" (why does it concern you, where I love my wife, who are you to call someone shameless) shehryar was mad, beyond the control. How dare she call his wife shameless when he was the one asserting his rights on her.

" Arey, karo jitna pyar karna hai, zaroor karo. Lekin kamre mai band hokar karo"(arey, do love, love as much as you want but you have rooms for this)  this time, it was his mother. He glared at everyone, before turning to look at silently crying mahal. Oh his little baby girl. " Mahal, kamre mai jao"(mahal go to your room)  she didn't need to be told twice. She ran from there. He again turned towards his family " bhai, mujhe bhot acha lage ga agar ap apni biwi par lagam denge. Warna acha nhi hoga" (brother I would like if you shut your wife up, or else it won't be good) he threatened his brother, who was silent but still glared at sehar. Making her shrink under fear.

" Or ap ammi, ye ghar jitna mera hai, utna meri biwi ka hai, mai use Pyar karne k lie na time dekhunga na jagah, ap log mehman hain, hamare ghar mai yunhi ghoom rahe hain. Kasoor hamara hai ya apka" (and ammi, as much as this home is mine its my wife's too, I won't see time and place to love her, you are guest you should consider it) his mother glared at him. He was defined jahanummi but his mother needed to learn, he was fucking obsessed with his little bundle of treasure and wouldn't listen to anyone or anything about her.

He stood up, glared at sehar one last time and went towards his room, where mahal was. " Mai maafi mangta hun sab ki tarah se" (Im sorry for everyone else) she was sitting on the bed. Crying, her face all red and blotchy with tears. She sniffed, and rub her face with her hands. But her tears of anger and embarrassment wouldn't stop. She looked at shehryar who was sitting infront of her, silently looking at her. "Apko pata bhi hai mai kitni sharminda hui hun, unko ye haq kon deta hai hamari martial life ko discuss karne ka. Mera dill karraha hai unke gaal noch lun. Or unhe marun unke Baal pakar kar" ( you know how embarrassed I was, who gave her rights to call me shameless, I wanted to beat her black and blue) she presented the image in his mind. Making him laugh.

But was she serious?? she was! Cause she glared at him, eyes pouring rain again. And she declared, " I want them out of my home" he bite his lips, stopped laughing" meri jaan, mai kaise unse kahun k wo jae yahan se. Ye to beizzati ki baat hai na" (My love how could I kick them out, it's desrespect) she stomped towards him, sat on his lap, directly on his palvic . He groaned but pulled her closer, her chest touching his. She was far in anger to realize her boldness. But while she was in haze, he could enjoy her dominant side.

"Mujhe nhi pata ap us sehar ko kaise kaho ge. Mujhe mere ghar mai ap se kiss lene k lia chupne ki adat nhi hai or na hi mai aisa hone dungi, ap kahen unko, apna saman pack karen or jaen." (I don't care, I want that sehar out of my home. Im not habitual of thinking before getting a kiss from you nor I will compromise) He nodded but asked " or mere mor polar?" She pouted, her aura changed. (And mother and father)

"Polar is amazing, he can stay. It's his home. And I think mor too. But not that bitch sehar" he laughed and said " acha meri jan keh dunga. Or koi farmaish"( okay my Love any more request) she nodded as no and tried to get up from him, he stopped her by pulling her closer. His minty breath, probably from the toothpaste, hitted her on the face. He was freshly showered, smelling like her dove soap and his natural musky scent.  He slightly lowered his face, untill his lips touched hers. He brush his lips against hers, before pulling her one lip with his teeth. Slightly biting her. " Your dominance turns me on so much darling." And kissed her with relevancy. Making a shudder tore through her body, he kissed her with impatience, almost as if he was starving.

He turned her body around, Laying her on the perfectly made bed, and hovered over her, still having his way with her lips. That she enjoyed. He pulled back slightly, just for a breath before bent down to capture her again, fervently, this time his hands roam freely on her body, stopping at her flat stomach, that he wished to see swollen. His mind went haze with pleasure, I should stop. He thought, but his heart said the otherwise. His hand went to her derriere, and squeezed her slightly, gaining a moan from her, he took the opportunity to explore her mouth with his tongue. his hands on her body was making her feel the things that makes her stomach drop.

Butterfly? No a zoo of butterflies, she felt that down her abdomen. His hands travelled higher, until it was on her breast,  the same size as his hands she blushed when he cupped her. Her lips finally left his. And she sucked in a greedy breaths. " Stop me jani, stop me..." She heard him mumbled. Shehryar snuggle in her more, his face on her neck. Calming his heart down. "M-mai j-jaun?" (C-can I g-go?) He heard her say. He reluctantly got up from her and made her stand up too before fixing her kameez, hair and covering her hair with dupatta, No person, even if it was his mother, can see her looking so tantalizing for him. It was him only who got the right. "Jao" he said, and she ran away again. She ran alot.

He sighed, and looked at the one perfectly made bedsheets, crumbled and uneven. And even a sight of mare bedsheets sent shocks down him. He went towards the washroom, his duty awaits him while he was there having another shower, Cold shower specifically . Im sure a pathetic excuse of a man. He whispered to himself, but was still proud of his control....