Chapter 1

The soft rays of sun slowly started to wake me up, I struggled against my pillow rebelling against them to get-up. The sun scolded being harsh on me as time passed, I shut my eyes tight, hiding it behind my forearms.
Love is like vigor the more you have, the more you wants.

I shifted side ways to avoid his blasting through curtains, groaning a bit I pouted my lips in abundant. Smiles break through on my lips, on a feel of fingers sliding across my skin; I raised my other arms to hold those frame in them but he beats me in to capturing in his manly grip. Now I am sleeping again more relax and calm than before; my one hand in his cover and other secured in his arm. I snuggled my face a little more in to crook of his neck; when he leans on me and kisses my forehead. Groggily with a smile, I open to see; the face of a man who gifted me with universe. He is my existence, the reason of my carefree fall; now I am no more scared of hurting self because I know he is there to hold me even before I fall. I smell his fragrance taking it deep in my lungs, It relaxes me again like it always has and I sigh in pure love. Never thought the world would ever be skimmed between him and me, he made me feel so special that I don't without him where would I be? I raised a hand to touch him softly tracing his face with finger and find him leaning on my skin yearning to touch even more. I giggle in shy as he kisses my palm titling his chin on it, the soft interaction of our skin leaves me so content. The moment of bliss is wrapped out on us like a blanket, I sigh again letting the silk material slip from my body. He is still there holding me tight, refusing me to leave.
"please!" I request leaning my face over his, I softly peck on his nose.
The smile on his lips on my kisses are incredible to describe. He loves me, I can say that wanna know why? Because he cried on our wedding day. Nope, this man is as tough as pillar, or you can say Anbuja cement toughness (laugh) yeah he is, I was myself surprise that was it tears I am seeing in them or did it rain on our nikah. (laugh) you should have seen him when I pointed my finger towards his tears, he simply blamed the sky, like I was gonna buy that.(chuckle). Its already been 3 months, we got married. Yes it is three whole month, (eyes widened) I myself cant believe this, wonder how did I manage to survive with this man.(hands up in air) ok ok! I am sorry, nope; he was not as bad as he seemed me on our first meet. Oh my gosh! He was so introvert, so arrogant and so less talkative, yeah I mean the same, very less words ever fell from his lips; you know what initially when I was newly married, I mean i still am, but I am talking the early few days he was so scary. I still very well remembered that very first night of ours, No no(nodding head in no) you got me all wrong. We were too damn nervous to do anything, that sort, adding to the emotions, I was so scared of him too, wonder what he will do next step.(blushing) yeah I know silly of me, but you see our had been arrange cum love marriage, so all though we met but interaction were not that great. You cant believe me we had spent all night in talking, he had even sung for me to make me comfortable around of him (smiling ) sweet na!.
"hey what are you thinking?" I hear him say. I almost have forgot I am still in his arms and instead of enjoying this closeness I am feeling sick. Sick! Oh my god Not again... I immediately got of the bed , dragging myself towards bathroom, I did not even see myself coming out of his grip, too caught up with this sickness. I just stand above washbasin and empties my stomach, I hardly throw anything but this dry vomiting is killing me, damn!
"hey are you ok?" I could feel his fingers delicately brushing my hair to calm me, to soothe me.
"uh, hmm..." I nods my head while splashing water on my face to refresh. And quickly on the tap to flow the dirt in drainage. "I am ok asad, I am so sorry" I apologized with sadness for ruining our moment and also to getting me here to bear my sickness in the start of morning.
"hey!" he chuckled pulling me in his arms sideways; "you don't need to be sorry for anything sweetheart." He says brushing his long fingers and putting my strands behind my head. He carefully shifts all my hair from my face behind and then wetting his other hand under the tap, he wipes my face off gently and carefully. I stay calm again under his touch, I feel so blessed now at this moment to get him all for me. I silently thanks to my lord, for making me so lucky.
"umh, are you ok, I mean its ok if you wanna throw more?" he asks pointing the washbasin with his eyes.
I nods in response leaning my head on his chest. "ok" he quietly says brushing my hair for few more minutes.
After a good couple of minutes he finally says again, "zoya?" I hum in response, enjoying his attention on me. His fingers are still tracing the length of my hair and his other hand is holding me firm to him, like I am his precious jewel.
"How does it feel to be pregnant?" he asks making my eyes wide. I look at him with surprise and shock as well. Then again leans back my ears on his heart beat.
"it feels like umh, don't know... cant express really! But it feels great. I feels complete." I answer him holding him more tight with my arms circled around him.
"oh, ok" he replies taking my hand from his waist , intertwining them together.
"shall we go for break fast dear. Only if it is ok with um..you both!" he says looking at my slightly swollen stomach with confusion and sincerity, both at the time.
He never fails to dumbstruck me, he is from my itself thinking about our unborn. I mean (laughs and blushes) "asad, I think we two are ready for a go" I reply pulling his cheeks, why he has to be so cute at time, the more I know him the more I fall for him.(chuckle).
He brushes his back hair on head and then gently helping me to walk he takes me to our bedroom again.
"as...asad" I call him softly again, looking here and there searching for something.
"hmm, yeah baby." He says taking his focus of the blanket which he is folding for me for a minute.
"asad,leave the blankets, I will fold them." I tries to get up catching the ends of the covers.
"shh...hey!" he shows me his fake anger as if I doesn't know his tactics. (twitch my face)
"I told you to sit , did not I, so you better take rest zoya. Or you know how bad I can be" his seriousness blew away from window and the tone ends with getting cocky.
"shut up!" I say with a giggle before hitting him playfully on his arm.
I then walk back to washroom to start my day for real, I mean comeon, I probably must be smelling like eeew! (cant describe, puke!)
"who are you smiling at dear?" I see behind his frown eyebrows.
"um...no one" I nods with a sigh.
"shall I come to help." His OCD kicks him again and i now see him next to me back in the bathroom.
"asad!" I call him tiredly, "is today some public holiday?" I find my tone irritated.
I know his act is sweet no doubt but god knows why, these days I am witness mood fluctuation a lot. And mostly all my feeling trouble ventilates on him for a good long round.
"No, I don't think so" he chuckles showing his killer dimples to me again, oh no! did my heart danced again?
"uh..."I starts to talk but he pushed the brush with gel straight in my mouth, "hey" I scream with the brush still in them.
"yeah, please" he holds back of my head with one hand and gently moves the brush on my teeth, massaging them.
"you know I can do this myself" I try to speak with the mouth full of form.
"I very well know, but I wanna do that for you today." His smirks widen and I literraly want to kill him now. After satisfactory examination of my shining teeth he let go of me to finally take a bath and do my business.
"shall i.." I stop him before he say, "NO, ASAD...PLEASE GO...!" I did not even realise how loud I had been screaming by now.
Thank god he went out, but even while going he blew a flying kiss at me and soon I heard the click of door.
Wondering what is wrong with him, its only a week before I told him I am pregnant with 3 weeks and here he is babying me so much. No its not that I am not liking it, I am loving it actually. But then uh...god I don't know, my moods cant be really trusted these day.
I slips in to the shower and takes a quick bath. Wrapping the soft fluffy towel around me I comes out to our big bedroom.
I smile on seeing my clothes ready outside above the bed, waiting for me to wear them. Technically, I am his wife and I should do this all service for him, should take care of his needs, but in my home these days the things are different, pleasantly different.
I frown a little to see a beautiful flower next to the dress accompanying the beautifully hand crafted greeting card with a hand written note.
I smiles more, as the blush starts to creep on my cheeks, with a slow movement I picks up the flower inhaling the sweet aroma of them. I turn back to the couch and table, I find the vas standing with a proud smile, and purple orchid blushing at me, I touch the flower and the all the events of last night comes running to me, making me blush more. Carefully , I picks up the orchid and replace them with the red and lively roses he had gifted me silently now. Taking the feel of them against my palm , I turn behind to pick up the note and the card to read.
Dear zoya,
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Thanks for being the beautiful and great wife you are.
You taught me a true meaning to love and to leave.
And I want to practice what you taught experimenting with you throughout my life.
Thanks for the little gift, and a beautiful world.

Yours,
Asad .

I read the lines again, wondering was my hubby drunk when writing this. When he started to become so romantic. No its not that he is a bore person. He is great hubby infact, but this sweetness, I can say I am experiencing more with each passing day after we got a new reason to live.
I smile back reading the card again, locking my eyes on the hand made painting of me in bridal attire I grins from ear to ear. He is so talented , so artistic. I want my child whether girl or a boy like him. oh! This goes one more addition to my already long list, wonder allah would be too smiling on my anxiety (laughs)
So I shuffle the card behind the note in my grip and reads with shy and eagerness,
"zoya... don't you get up from your bed , I am just down call me when you finish with your change. I will come to pick you.
Please listen this time.<3
Love,
Asad"
I reads and immediately pouts, how far is dining room from our bedroom, asad na...(laugh pating hand on head) sometime so over protective what to say him.
"hey wait a minute, what? I am not listening to you mr baby sitter." I mutters under my breathe folding the note back and taking the two beautiful piece of gifts to treasure them, I opened the drawer just next to my bed side and carefully places the card and the notes in the drawer with the other. Now my little wooden drawer probably looks like a Indian post box, reads sarcasm.
I chuckle on my own statement as I pick up my duppata to get down and then here goes the house on fire...

"ZOYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"I told you asad..." I chuckle knowing he is angry because I again did not lisened to him, so what? I am a brat mr khan, deal with it...
I wink at ammi, and we laughs on asad's red face ..."he is sweetheart!" sigh...

-TIARA2014-04-16 08:07:35