Zaan stood up. With long steps he marched to his room and looked around. When he didn't found his little wife. His lips formed a smirk. He sat on the bed, with one leg on the other. Reading a magazine. 

On the other hand she was hiding in the bathroom. She was not pissed off. She slightly unlocked the door to peek her not soo innocent husband. She just opened it little and with a swift of motion he pushed her lightly and entered the bathroom caging her in his arms and the door.

She was still trying to process what the hell happened!

He lifted her chin with his index finger.

Their eyes met.

"Apne shohar ko aese tang nhi karte" he said tracing her jaw. She shivered and gulped nervously.

" me... mene kab apko tang kiya" she said pouting.

He looked at her lips and than at her.
She understood his attentions and his smirk. Ohh she knew what this means.

She kept her hands on his chest, " N..nhi.." she mumbled.

He removed those baby hairs, which were hiding her moon like face.

" kyu?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

" me shikayat karungi mamma se!" She said complaining.

He chuckled.

" kya khogi?" He asked raising his one eyebrow.

" yhi ki ap... apne.. muje chua.. " she said pouting & making faces.

That's it!

He pulled her by her waist and pecked her hungrily. Pouring all his love. He craved for her. His heart craved for embrace.

She melted in his arms. He smiled.

Parting away, he kept her hand on his heart.

She was looking down! She was not able to look at him. Too shy.

" ye jo dil hena.. mera.. ye chahta h tum iske pass raho.. ek pal bhi dur hoti ho na isme dard hota h.." he said looking at her intensely.

She felt his burning gaze on him.

She looked at him, slowly hugged him.

" Ap ne dil ko sambhale Zaan miya.. muje jana h abhi 1 week ke liye trip pe.. " she said looking at his face... which was now covered with frown.

" kyu? Or kha? Muje ab bta rhi ho?" He asked getting little angry.

She again pouted.

" stop pouting Jaan E zaan" he said pecking her forehead.

When she didn't answered. He looked at down at her face. She was smiling.

He understood taht she was just pulling his leg.

" aha.. so u are craving for punishment? Don't u " he said gripping her hard.

" no...no.. way!" She said with widened.

He pulled her under the shower and turned it on.

Both got wet under the shower while she was smiling and laughing as he was tickling her. Her smile, her laughter was blissful feeling for his heart. He beamed ear to ear.

" be mine always " he whispered drying her hair.

She pulled him and pecked his cheek.

" always.. lekin khabardar apne muje danta.. me roo jaongi" she said pulling his cheeks. He laughed wholeheartedly.

" lets sleep.. i am soo tired " she said jumping on the bed.

" behave jana.. you are grown up now" he said ruffling her hair.

She sat with a thud. Getting on his nerves.

He rolled his eyes, whom is he trying to control?!

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" isha.. tume kya lagta h," Faiz asked.

Ishara was applying moisturiser.

" muje toh suit karta h ye ap apni bataye?" She asked doing her job.

He facepalmed.

He stood and went near her.

" isha baby me iss painting ki baat kar raha hu" he said.

Showing her this painting he asked.

She bursted into laughter.

" ye mona lisa ko atona matona kisne banaya?" She asked between her laughter.

He laughed at her compliment.

" ye .... ye .. irfan ne banani ki koshish ki thi" he said between his laughter.

She smiled and shooked her head.

He sent forward the painting in family WhatsApp group.

He scooped his wife in his arms. To which she blushed and hided her face with her palms.

" aww my isha is shy shy" he whispered kissing her earlobe. She squirmed at her place.

" Fa...Faiz... Plz... nhi..." she said with her glassy eyes.

He cupped her cheeks.

" ok baby.. lekin kyu? Am I hurting you?" He asked rubbing away her tears.

" I am.. scared" she said playing with his button.

" aww ok baby... until u not comfortable i won't do anything.. ok baby" he said assuring her.

She nodded smiling.

He fell on the bed with  a THUD.

Ishara panicked.

" Faiz.. kya hua apko?" She asked patting his cheeks. He layed closing his eyes.

" yrr me toh virgin hi marr jaonga" he said dramatically.

Ishara chuckled and hugged him.

" no.. aesa nhi hoga.." she whispered. Faiz whilsted making her laugh.

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It was 5 am in the morning. When there was a knock on Irfan and Naziya's door. Naziya sat with a jolt and kicked irfan down. He stood up and glared at her, who gave an innocent smile.

" sorry wo door pe koi h .. plz check karona" naziya said.

Irfan rolled his eyes. Pecking Naziya's head and his daisy's head.

(Irfan's daisy)

He was about to open the door when Naziya said, " irfan apni shirt to pheno"

And he received a shirt which she threw on his face.

He turn to daisy and said, " dekhlo daisy biwi hi izzat nhi karr rahi h meri"

Saying this he unlocked the door.

There stood Little Jahangir.

He quickly ran to Naziya's arms. She smiled seeing her favourite boy early morning.

" lo.. khooda pahad nikla chuha!" Irfan said.

And received a pillow on his face on his face by his wife. Jahangir chuckled adorably.

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