Shehryar eye's opened due to the light that reflected in the room through the window, the curtain was pulled apart, and he immediately sensed the absence of heat that was in his arm from last night, was not there anymore. He groaned while stretching his limbs. Whatever happened last night, flashed in his mind like casted video. The cheeriness in his eyes disappeared quickly and he turned pale.

Had he really lost control and had consummated for the first time in his five years of marriage? With a girl who was a decade younger than him. With his wife who was barely adult! Was he that intoxicated with alcohol.

He was drowned suddenly in the pit of fear, he remembered mahal asking him to stop, multiple times yet he never once stopped, God what was with him yesterday? It has never happened before and if he had found himself in the position similar to yesterday, he had stopped yet last night it was all alcohol speaking.

But he may blame the drink, but deep down he knew he wasn't drunk but intoxicated by his siren like wife, that had him weak in the knees. But is it still okay if he confessed to not regret what he had done? Cause he, for the sanity of his mind and himself would need mahal more than he intended to.

But for now, he was scared imagining her asking him to stop, he was afraid what if she'll leave him now, that he had shown her the sight of himself that was buried deep down his mind.

The possibility of what if's were scary enough for him to step down the bed to look for mahal. The first thing he did was to look in Kitchen, but finding her now where, his heart gripped in fear. He called out for her, but she wasn't answering, meaning she may had gone outside, but it wasn't possible or maybe she had really chosen herself over him this time.

"Sherry" the whisper had him turning around, he sighed in relief looking mahal. Who was confused at his state.
"Kahan thi?" He asked, almost shouted making her flinch and step back. She cautiously while stuttering him replied back "woo..sho-shower mai?" He exhaled and took a look in her state.

(Where were you?)
(I-in sho-shower!)

She was wearing simple baby pink kameez shalwar that was snuggle fit on her, he had to gulped cause the scenario from last night yet again entered his mind.

Her kameez was wet from certain places while her hair, opened and wet made her look more enchanted! He was smitten to the core by the single sight. Mahal cleared her throat looking at him gazing at her openly. She asked while slowly going near him " mai apke lie nashta banaun" he looked up at her, and held her arm before dragging her back in the room.

(Should I make you breakfast?)

She was confused when he took her to the washroom "shehryar kya--?" She tried asking him but he cornered her against the shower stall, before turning the shower. She gasped when water
started rolling down them, cold water.

(Shehryar what--)

"She-shehryar??" She shrieked yet he just stepped closer to her till he was completely trapping her in between him and the wall. He put his one finger on her lips, shushing her " Mahal...meri achi si jaan ho na.. jo puchun sach batana" she trembled and nodded.

(Mahal, my good love, tell me honestly what I ask okay!)

He nuzzled his nose on her neck, before kissing her there"maine....maine kal tumhe force kia?" She pushed him back and looked at him, tried to understand before nodding as no. "To..peeche hatne ka kyun keh rahi thi raat ko?" She blushed.

(Have I...I forced you?)
(Then..why were you asking me to stop yesterday?)

Oh?? Is she supposed to tell him, that she was unable to take him more, that his ministration, his domination had her coming dont know how many time? . "Aise hi?" He again stepped closer, putting his hands on her waist, he turned her around, her back touching his chest "hmm?" He hummed and again snuggle into her neck. She gasped when he bites her there" s-sherry" she moaned.

(Just, like this?)

He trailed his lips from her neck to her ear, pecking her on her ear lobe, he whispered " meri jaan ho tum... Kaise rahunga tumhare bina?" She giggled and forcefully turned around, he smiled and pulled her closer. Her hands went towards his neck as she said" too...kisne kaha hai mujhse door raha Karen?? Aise rahen na mere pass!!"

(You are my life, how will I live without you?)
(Then, who asked you to stay away from me, stay like this, always with me?)

Her words added a feeling to his heart with which he was unaware of. It made his heartbeat faster and he was short for words. He, without saying anything just roughly put his lips on her, she sighed.

Shehryar was in bliss. The night was imprinted in his mind, he was sure he'll never forget the moment when he gets to show his wife, the intensity of his feelings, A relation can never be wrong, if it's tied in the knot of Nikkah.

Shehryar has always been cautious thinking he'll taint the innocence of the wife, he was addicted with, yet oblivious of how much his wife desire him and how much she was already tainted, by his own self.

Mahal had loved shehryar unconditionally too, she was aware of his eye's on her from the first, yet she was proud to say the control he has on himself was unbeatable, he had never once thought of his needs and had kept her safe.

Men like him were hard to find. She shuddered when he professionally pulled her kameez up, she pulled back for him to take it off completely. His lips met with her throat one again as he painted her like his personal canvase.

The light red new marks were added to his domination of purple colored from yesterday. He pulled back and looked at her with hooded eyes, that reflected thousands of emotions and suggestiveness. That had her ducking her head down, only for him to pull it up to connect their lips.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist, as he once again claimed her against the very stall of shower where he had seen thousands of dream's of doing exactly this.

Mahal held onto him for her dear life as he made her reach the peak of ecstasy. That had her shuddering while he calmly yet sensually rubbed his hand up and her down her spine. The man, in whose arm's she was in was insatiable, she had unraveled the sight of him, but she was aware the sight was only for her to see. The sight whom she can admire. The sight who will only satisfy her. The sight reserved for her only pleasure. She was satisfied by the time he laid her on the bed, completely dressed and made, before lulling her to sleep, while he himself happily prepared the now lunch for themselves.
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" Just because tum mere boss ho iska matlab ye nhi k ghar mai bach jaoge tum mujh se" screamed Abeer as she ran behind giggling arsal, abeer had chappal in her hand that she intended to aim on his head. How dare he mix mayonnaise in her peanut butter!

(Just because you are my boss, you'll be saved in home from me!!)

She Almost puked. The banter of those tom and jerry never ceased, even after their status has changed from just arsal and just abeer to the CEO arsal and the Assistant Abeer! They fought like cat and dog.

Today, on the very day of Saturday, arsal had decided to prank the angry bird girl by mixing mayonnaise and peanut butter. He was aware of her morning routine, well he wasn't ignorant towards her certainly. So as Abeer, who had just woken up and was still in her angry bed hair, put the healthy amount of spread on the bread, she took a big bite only for expressions to change drastically.

She immediately spitted out the bite and had to drink gallon of juice to get rid of the taste. Now how does she know it was him, two reasons. One everyone respected her, second only he can be the dumb monkey to do this behuda harkat.

(Shameless act)

And now he was happily teasing her more by running faster, cause his legs are Big while she herself was short.
"Allah apna chahra dekhna chahiye tha abeer, hahahahaha sooo funny" he pinned her nerve more. She was on the verge of crying.

(Allah you should have seen your face. Hahahhaha so funny!)

She was hungry as she woke up, and she just woke up with her periods!!! He had ruined her Saturday, suddenly not getting him she sat down on the floor in huffed, her tear's flowed now without her control. Arsal saw her sitting down" arey... Motu itni jaldi thak gai" but she kept quiet and her head ducked down. She didn't even react on him calling her fatty.
(Arey fatty, tired already?)

Arsal cautiously went towards her, aware of chappal in her hand, he heard her sniffing. He immediately alertly sat down with her, and pushed her hair from her face to take a look. She was indeed crying!!

"Hey hey abeer... im sorry yar really sorry" his eyes widen, she was showing him her vulnerable side for the first time. " D-dafa..ho-hojaoo" she said in between her hiccups. He licked his lips and tried once again" yar sorry..mai nai laa dungi.. roo to nhi!!"

(Get lost!)
(Yar sorry, I'll bring you a new one, dont cry!)

She looked at him in anger, her tear's ladden eyes went straight to his chest.
"Bhot marungi mai!! Jao yahan se" he pouted slightly, and held his ears, apologizing to her in extreme Childish manner that had her controlling her smile.

(I'll beat you so much, go away!)

" Maaf kardo yar, roo bhi mat..jo bologi wo karunga!! Or bhale jo kaho gi dilaunga just wipe the tear's my angry bird" she sniffled and thought for while before nodding " okay, mujhe new peanut butter dilao, or yahan gol gappe khilane le kar jao..or... shopping par bhi" she ranted, while he looked at her smiling slightly and nodded " okay done" and held his hand up to wipe the tears.

(Forgive me yar, and Dont cry! I'll do whatever you say, or even I'll buy whatever you want! Just wipe the tears away my angry bird!)
(Okay, Buy me a new peanut butter, and take me to eat gol gappe here and ..also on shopping!)

Abeer stiffen, he also took a notice, yet he continued while gazing in her eyes. Abeer gulped and her heartbeat faster, she unknowingly took heavy breaths, she was unaware of the way his eyes made her funny in the stomach.

It was new, never happened before. Abeer doesn't like arsal, no he's extremely annoying,. A jerk and what not yet she can't push him away. In her stay she was habitual of his loud banging on her door to disturb her, she was habitual of his remarks. She looks forward to hearing his teasing.

So much was happening yet none of it was making sense, while for arsal, it was hard not to fall for her, he had always seen women's falling for him and now he find himself in the position where he can't breathe if he's not aware if she's safe or not. Yet he behaved as a jerk! Cause he was never the one to be on his knees! He was stubborn yet he was sure, she'll be his! And his only!!
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Hi..

Oh, They are so fast yet cute!

Im seriously having hard time rukhsating your Noor-Ul-Ain 😭

I'll be writing it today, but you won't be able to read till a week maybe hehehe...

And shehryar you again? Control? Where? Evaporated!

Ya khudaya, I've seeing alot of post about Nabi kareem ﷺ and I believe that no one can love as much as he did to his wife's!