"Mai pareshan agaya hun is roz roz ki jhikjhik se tum logon ki Noor-Ul-Ain, mere sabar ka aur imtehan nhi lo! Tumhe khuda ka wasta" sikandar said to crying Noor-Ul-Ain Infront of him. Once again, another day for him to console his crying wife or his angry phuppo. Being a sardaar he had to keep the family intake, but after his Marriage it was hard for him to do anything.

(Im tired of your daily argument Noor-Ul-Ain, don't taste my patience for God sake!)

"Mai-maine nhi rehne yahan!" Noor-Ul-Ain said while crying, it was hard for her to take their taunt, nobody has ever behaved this bad with her and her husband family is anything but good, or sophisticated people.

(I..i dont wanna stay here!)

His family just need a point to make her look bad, Sikandar sighed and sat on the bed with his head in his hand, the upcoming Headache seems big. Noor-Ul-Ain sniffled looking at him.

He had been doing everything that could clear the coast with his family for her, yet its always nothing in her eyes, they had a perfect chance to left this home but that father of his had to ruined everything.

"Maine apni zindagi mai kabhi aise log nhi dekhe! Itna sunne or larne k bad bhi inhen chain nhi milta! Kya musibat hai pata nhi!" He listened to her quietly, who's the girl with him he doesn't know? What had happened with his aini, she was never this sensitive, never this crybaby.

(I've never seen people like them! Even after hearing and fighting too much, they don't have peace! I Don't know what's their problem!)

"Khuda ka wasta hai Noor-Ul-Ain!, Khauf karlo uska!!" He tiredly said, but his this sentence had her fuming, she harshly stood up and went towards him "MAI KYUN KHAUF KARUN KHUDA KA! KHUAF UNHEN KAHEN KARNE KA. MERI ZINDAGI AJEERAN KI HUI HAI IS GHAR NE" he just looked at her, her eye's pouring tears, her whole face was red, her hands were closed in a fit.

(For God sake Noor-Ul-Ain z be afraid of him!)
(WHY WOULD I BE AFRAID OF HIM, TELL THEM TO BE AFRAID! THEY HAD MADE MY LIFE LIVING HELL!)

He too didn't sit quietly this time, his patience precipice ran thin and he harshly pulled her closer to him and yelled "KYUN KARI THI SHADI MUJH SE, ITNI HI TAKLEEF THI IS GHAR MAI TO KYUN PEECHE LAGI MERE!" she looked at him with wide eyes.

(WHY DID YOU MARRY ME? IF YOU HAD THIS MUCH PROBLEM THEN WHY DID YOU RAN AFTER ME!)

Her heart thump in fear as he continued " agar itni hi takleef hai to jao yahan se! Nhi rehne mujhe tum jaise bachkaani larki kai sath, jab se ai ho meri zindagi mai sukoon naam ki koi cheez hi nahi rahi!" Noor-Ul-Ain felt the ground slipping from under her feets. She stood there weeping in pain and fear, what his words brought her.

(If you have so much problem then get lost from here! I dont wanna live with childish girl like you! You've made my life living hell since the time you came!)

Her entire being shooked as he muttered the last sentence "mai akela hi sahi tha!" As he was regretting marrying her. Noor-Ul-Ain tear's flowed more, she panicked, she trembled, she nervously went forward "n-nah-nahi so-sorryy pl-please! Aisa nhi kahen!" She held his arm in tight grip, her hand's that were trembling shook More against his.

(I was okay alone!)
(No..no sorry... please dont say that!)

She cried loudly, his words had bought her fear, and pain that she can never move on from, he was angry, with daily soap opera, his wife being one of the character. Only a month had passed and he was yet to know how much his wife can love him, how much she can give him peace, he was yet to unravel everything.

Her trembling figure hugged his, he closed his eyes' tightly, in regret that he let those words leave his mouth in flow, how can he when he know she's sensitive. He held her closer, her shivering never calming down as she cried hard, against his chest.

"Na-nahi cho-choren! Ma-mai mar-marjaungi sikandar please"  her word's were filled with pain and had bought him shame, for making her cry, he held her more tightly, shushing her while he pacified her by combing her hair.

(Do-dont leave! I-i wi-will die sikandar please!)

He pulled her back slightly by her nape, her grip never losing " Shuhh Im sorry, Such mai Im really sorry mai kabhi nhi chor sakta tumhe noor I'm so sorry" sikandar had come to process, her love for him is to the extant where she can never be angry on him, never let him be sad with her, she fear the moment he'll leave her, she had asked him in her prayer's so how can he let her think he can leave her?

(Shhh im sorry, I really am sorry! I'll never leave you noor never!)

"P-pakka?" Innocently, she asked with her eye's does, and her lips pouty. He nodded sincerely, his Eyes having traces of tears as he again pulled her closer and kissed her softly, she responded immediately, as having him closer is the only way she can breath.

(Honestly?)

His grip on her nape tighten, his lips moulding passionately with hers, he groaned when she graze her nails up and down him, he pulled back from her lips, and looked at her intensely " Aini!" She just innocently increase her tempo of teasing "ap...ap waqai kabhi nhi chorenge na mujhe?" His eyes soften at her. "you means alot to me Aini, you are mine, loved by me, cherished by me and tainted by me. Mai kisi or admi ko tumhe keise de sakta hun, tum sirf meri ho! Meri azeez ho, Meri humdum ho, meri dilruba ho, mere dil ki raani, mujh par raaj karne wali ho!"

(You really will neve leave me right?)
(How can I give you to another man, you are only mine! My darling, My lover, My heart ravishing beloved, The queen of my heart,  You reign over me!)

She looked at him in awe, before pulling him down by his nape to smash her lips on him, kissing him feverishly, teasingly and passionately, leaving him breathing hard. "Ap bhi sirf mere ho!" While he could only smile and affirmatively nod " Sirf apka!".

(You are only mine!)
(Only yours!)

Sikandar's eyes darken once again, he pulled her towards the bed to threw her on it, she bounced slightly, she was as aroused as he seems to be, if not, more! He hovered over her along with his lips on her white milky neck, while his hand directly went under her kameez to pull it off. His lips travel down her body, leaving the marks of being there, tracing every mole, connecting them by his lips, he went down on her..

She took his ministration happily, having him close made her full, sikandar was fast into pulling every inch of her clothes from her body, leaving her bare for his eyes only.

Massaging her waist, he held he closer as he put up the force forward making her gasp, his lips immediately falling on her, his temper never decreasing no matter how much she cried, yelled or let out breathy gasp, his intentions to show her how much he love her was beyond, he made her believe he's her, he's never going to leave her, that she is the one who untamed his this side, he had showed her.

After what she doesn't know how many rounds, she was crying as he held her closer, her body littered with his domination, his marks as he proudly laid, while his wife whitthered against him. "bhot gande hain ap!" She whispered against his side, he smiled before hovering over her to claim her again, and to stop when he could feel her unmoving body down him, he smiled in satisfaction as he cleaned her up and dressed her in his shirt.

(You are really bad!)

His mind and his heart in peace, and his heart filled with desire, she made him insatiable!
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He leaned against the door of his bedroom, his attention fixated on her as she roam around the room freely like it was her own, or it was her right to go through his wardrobe as she made space for herself. He was amused seeing her ignoring him like a plague. One day since she married him and first day that she start ignoring him.

Arsal was invited in one of his business party, as the celebration of the collaboration he did now with another company, a big achievement for him, and as a assistant and a partner of him, abeer will be the one accompanying him.

He was dressed in buisness attire, Black pants, white shirt and black coat, and the black waistcoat had just added four moon to his beauty, While his perfectly gelled hairs gave him sophisticated look. He looked dominant, hard-headed as he is, as he stood there.

His mouth twitch in smirk, seeing His wife having trouble Rolling her hairs. His sarcastic self couldn't control himself as he blurted out " Itni mehnat nhi karo! Mujh se khubsoorat nhi lag sakti" abeer hands stopped suddenly hearing him, her eyes turned hard as she turned to look at him, examining him.

(Don't work so hard, you cant be beautiful then me!)

His black and white coat pant added nothing to her tongue tied self, how could she resist looking at him? He looked deliciously handsome in her eyes and she had almost agreed, almost but she didn't as she's the Abeer.

"Andhe ho? Tumhe ye hoor Nazar nhi ati?" She teasingly said, she really did look like hoor, in her black snug for frock, she enhanced the beauty of dress as it complimented well her white skin.

(Are you blind? Cant you see this Hoor?)

Her dainty self wearing the dress really had him a little weak in the knees. He chuckled and stepped forward, his lips pulled up in the crooked grin and he took predatorey step towards her, she was stuck in one place. She saw him stopping Infront of her directly, holding her both arms he turned her towards the mirror making her look at him and her breathing hard self.

When did her breathing laboured? She doesn't know really but what matter currently was his smirking self, looking hot, his hand grazed from her arm to till her neck, she shivered as his hand touched her bare neck, he moved her hairs from one side to other, carefully.

His eyes never left her as he leaned down, till his lips touched her bare hot skin, she gasp a moan, her first touch. His hard eyes never shifting from her as he kissed her neck multiple time, before pulling away to smile innocently.

She was still having her time breathing normal, while looking down, her cheeks and neck pink in colour by now, boosting his ego more, the cold thin wire that wrapped around her hot neck made her look at him immediately, he gently clipped the hook around her neck, before kissing her neck once again.

The dainty necklace, that he had brought as the mou dikhai looked alot more beautiful in her neck, the pendent sat around her collarbone, looking small yet eye catching.

"Zayada nhi hai, lekin...piyar se kharida hai!" His words held sincerity, the gift was amazingly beautiful, how could she not like it, she turned around" nahi, bhot piyara hai I swear!" His heart soared at her, his hand went towards her cheeks " waqai?" She, who was lost in the feeling of getting a beautiful gift, nodded enthusiastically.

(Its not alot, but I brought it with love!)
(No, its beautiful. I like it!).
(Really?)

He took the benefit of her daze self, asking her the question that she innocently and dazedly nodded "Mai...mai tumhe kiss karlun?" And when she nodded, he was aware she wasn't listening to him but his insane self held her chin to make her look up, her eye's shone confusion, but he only put his lips on her, making her breath caught at her throat.

(Can I kiss you?)

He pulled her closer helding her waist, his one hand on her neck to angle her face sideways, to have more access of her mouth, he moved his lips passionately on her, biting when she didn't responce, having her open her mouth as a passage for him to enter his tongue in her, abeer after a while responded, her lips moved along with his, she tried copying his temper only to fail miserably.

Her small fist banged against his chest, having problem breathing, as he ravished her lips, he groaned before pulling away. His breathing laboured along hers, he rest his forehead against her.

"K-kya?" She whispered, he smiled and looked at her, pecking her lips twice, he held his hand up to wipe the smudge lipstick "kuch bhi to nhi" he held her hand to turn her around, petting her head he said "come-on little kitten! We are getting late!" And went away from her the room, leaving her looking at his back, she blushed once he was out of her sight, her heart thumped and she felt something! Something soothing maybe?

(What?)
(Nothing!)

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Assalamualaikum...
That is some intense fight Noor-Ul-Ain is having! Lol...

And THEY KISSED!!!!!

Im happy like I did😭 astagfirullah!

And I'ma tell you one thing, That.... Mai bhool gai🙂 choro ...

Btw, someone once advice me, that Noor-Ul-Ain should leave sikandar.....

Never gonna happen! I told you she and shehryar are obsessed!!!

His way of loving wad bad! But she will be ignoring alllllll the red flags like some of you all do in shehryar 😭...

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