The next morning, Hadia awoke enveloped in the warm embrace of her husband, Mahid. The recollection of the previous day's events painted her cheeks a delightful shade of beetroot. As she turned to face him, Mahid lay there peacefully, his bare chest rising and falling in a rhythmic dance. Hadia couldn't help but marvel at the opulence of his features—his forehead exuded a certain allure, his eyebrows were naturally arched, and his jawline sculpted to perfection, complementing his rosy, kissable lips. It was an acceptance of the undeniable truth: her husband was not just handsome, but a vision of aesthetic splendor.

Tracing her finger delicately from his forehead to his finely chiseled jawline, Hadia was momentarily startled as she discovered Mahid already gazing at her. In his husky voice, he playfully teased, "Oh baby, I'm all yours... Admire me as much as your heart desires, even when I'm fully awake." His words, akin to a melodic whisper, painted her ears and cheeks in shades of crimson, awakening a symphony of emotions.

Attempting to extricate herself from his tight embrace, Hadia blushed even deeper as Mahid, with a mischievous gleam, tightened his hold. "Allow me a bit more indulgence," he insisted, planting sweet kisses on her lips before engaging in a more fervent exchange. As they finally rose, Mahid gallantly assisted Hadia to her feet, mindful of any lingering soreness.

In the dining room, the ambiance was set for breakfast with Dua and Arshad already seated. Mahid and Hadia joined, choosing seats beside each other. A playful tap from Mahad to Mahid's foot beneath the table was met with a blush-inducing smirk from Mahid's twin. The entrance of Rayyan and Maha, hand in hand, was accompanied by a rich "Assalamu Alaikum." Dua, with an arched eyebrow, subtly gestured towards their joined hands, prompting Maha to suppress a shy smile.

As breakfast commenced, Taya Abbu and Tayiammi presented meticulously crafted envelopes to the three couples, unveiling tickets to exotic honeymoon destinations. Rayyan, the aficionado of serene locales, was gifted a ticket to a reserved island in Malaysia. Mahid and Hadia received tickets to South Korea, including a dreamy pass to a BTS concert in Seoul. Arshad and Dua were bestowed tickets to a reserved island in Italy.

The valima, hosted at the resplendent Khan Haveli, marked the commencement of their honeymoon adventures. Reaching their destinations, the couples unfolded chapters of love and exploration. Dua, envisioning an Italian escapade with Arshad, discovered the initial days ensconced in their penthouse, a haven of love. Eventually, they ventured out into Italy's enchanting streets, creating a tapestry of shared memories.

Meanwhile, Mahid and Hadia immersed themselves in the true essence of honeymoon bliss, each moment dripping with the sparkle of shared laughter and intimacy. Amidst the BTS concert fervor, Mahid's transient pangs of jealousy were eclipsed by the nights of passion they shared. A forgotten travel agent proved inconsequential as Hadia's fluent Korean pleasantly surprised Mahid, adding an unexpected layer of connection to their journey.

If someone had foretold to Arshad that he would find joy in spending moments of pure bliss with Dua, he might have dismissed it with a laugh. Yet, how swiftly the tides of time change. Arshad, in a seafood restaurant during lunch, took a deep breath, clearing his throat, and tenderly clasped Dua's hands.

"Dua... Main janta hoon ke jo maine kiya woh asaanise  bhoolaya nahi ja sakta. Main apne guzishta andhe pan se asli me sharminda hoon, jisne mujhe roka ye dekhne se ke tum meri kitni gehrai se care karti ho aur kitna chahti ho mujhe. Agar mumkin ho, toh mujhe maaf kardena, Dua. Main apne gunahon ka bojh uthaunga. Main tumse mohabbat karta hoon, Dua. Mai us lamhe se tumhe chahta hun jab hum dost bane!!"

(Dua... I understand that what I've done is not easily forgotten. I'm truly ashamed of my past blindness, failing to see how deeply you care for me and how much you yearn to be with me. If possible, please find it in your heart to forgive me, Dua. I'll bear the weight of my transgressions. I love you, Dua. I've been in love with you since the very moment our friendship began. I cannot exist without you, my love. Please forgive me)

Dua's shock surpassed any conceivable expression. She never anticipated hearing such heartfelt words from Arshad. In the midst of her silence, Arshad's heart pounded audibly. Sniffing back tears, Dua gently held Arshad's hand and spoke in a soft voice, "I understand, Arshad. Whatever happened was not ideal, but I've never harbored any grievances. I, too, love you, Arshad. My love for you began at a time when I didn't fully comprehend what love truly meant." A teary smile adorned Arshad's face as he kissed both of her palms.

In this delicate dance of forgiveness and acceptance, Dua harbored no grievances against Arshad, but Allah, the orchestrator of destinies, held a unique narrative.

Beneath the surface of their euphoria, shadows of Romaisa Khan's discontent lingered, casting a delicate veil of tension. Undeterred, the newlyweds pressed forward, determined to savor every nuance of happiness. In this symphony of love, the couples navigated the complexities of their relationships, adding verses to the evolving story of their intertwined lives.
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Maha stood before the floor-length mirror, delicately drying her hair, as Rayyan entered the room. The sight of his wife, radiating the noor of Jannah, nearly stole his breath away. Thirteen days had passed since their union on the island, where their nights were filled with moonlit strolls. However, Rayyan's desires had been mounting, simmering beneath the surface, restrained by a sense of respect for Maha's perceived innocence. Yet, he could no longer deny the magnetic pull she exerted on him.

Closing the distance, Rayyan embraced her from behind, a gesture to which Maha responded with a tender smile. As she combed her hair, Rayyan began a trail of open-mouthed kisses along her bare neck and shoulders. A soft moan escaped her lips when he found a particular spot, a sweet sanctuary that ignited her senses. Turning her around, his eyes ablaze with desire, Rayyan sought her consent.

"Ijazat hai?" Maha, unable to articulate, nodded, granting permission to explore the depths of their shared longing.

(Do I have permission)

Pecking her lips thrice, he gradually deepened the kisses, pulling her closer by her nape. His hands, one on her waist and the other on the nape of her neck, mirrored the intensity of his passion. Her fingers entwined in his hair, gently tugging, eliciting a groan of pleasure between the heated kisses. Expressing her desires, she indicated his shirt, urging him to discard it. Rayyan obliged, revealing his sculpted torso, before resuming their fiery exchange.

Kneeling before her, he reverently kissed her belly button, sending shivers down her spine. Removing her trousers, he lifted her in a bridal manner, gently placing her on the bed. Discarding his own clothes, he hovered over her, his hands bracing his weight. His lips found her covered bosom, and Maha's passionate moans resonated in the room. As the remaining layers of clothing vanished, Rayyan embarked on a journey, taking Maha to the pinnacle of pleasure, where her screams, moans, and whispers harmonized in a symphony of ecstasy.