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Here is an OS on our Zaya after their confession (obviously)đ And I have taken the creative liberty to ignore the very fact that a character named Barkat exists.đđ
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The First of Many đł
"2 hafte ho gaye hai! Break toh milna banta hai! Kiss milney ke toh koi aasaar nahi dikhai de rahe!" the grumpy but crazily in love with his wife and probably a tad bit sexually frustrated Zain spoke as he put on his jeans. Getting ready for his office on a Friday morning, he got more impatient as he struggled to button up his cuffs of his checked shirt.
"Casual Fridays" he scoffed. They were so not a casual weekday for him. He had to review his weekly agenda, give a statistical report to Dad , decide on the next week and conduct a meeting on the same. Zain was not simply toiling away at his office, but had a lot of mental exercise thinking about the various ways to corner his wifey and kiss her senseless one of these days.
The same wifey, who by the way, had started a game of hide-n-seek for the past 3-4 days. She was trying to be sneaky, avoiding his advances cleverly, and thinking it would go unnoticed by him. By her Shauhar, who had his heart on every breath she took. She would go great lengths to ensure that Zain and her were not left alone in a room at any time for long. He had tried enticing her, but to no avail. And now, the chhotu party had taken to clinging to their Chachi' 24*7.
How am I supposed to get my own chhotu party?! Thinking so, Zain slammed his hair gel rather hard.
As he looked at his reminders for the day, something struck him. His Mom and Dad had gone for some inaugural event, while his two sister-in-laws had gone to drop off their children and wouldn't be returning soon in the absence of Mom. As far as Fahad bhai was concerned, well...wasn't he a total darling sometimes. He texted his elder brother "Aaliya alone at home today" followed by a toothy smile emoji, making it quite self explanatory. Fahad Bhai would totally get it. 2 wives handled for the past 4 years. Now the guy could probably give lessons on how to keep wives happy and make a fortune!
He unbuttoned his sleeves again and walked towards the washroom.
Aaliya looked at the time. 8:35 A.M.
She smiled. 10 more mins and Zain would be on his way to office. Just enough time to walk into her room, fix his clothing, give him juice and get out unscathed, without being carried to bed! She dismissed Chand Bibi for the day and walked towards her room. She had her entire "off" day planned out. Some reading, sleeping, needed to talk to her parents...a long lazy day awaited her.
"Allah! All this hiding around also makes me tired. For the past 15 mins I have sat and looked at that stupid egg boil. But Zain bhi toh nahi chhodta na! Maybe I should give him a kiss one of these days and be done with it. At least it might put a stop to all those cheek kisses and nuzzling.." She blushed thinking about it.
Her much- in- love husband had become so shameless, he wouldn't leave a chance to pull her into a hug. And then he had a variety of actions up his sleeve.
Last night, while watching Ben10 with Saif in her lap, he had come to sit beside them and casually taken an ice cube from his coke and rubbed it against her back till it melted. That devil! Or how she had to keep Chand Bibi in the kitchen at all times to prevent him from hugging her and from behind making it extremely hard to focus. She had almost put sugar in the sabzi in all that fuzzy state of mind. Sunday night, she was extremely sure that Fahad Bhai had walked in on them in the library as Zain had pulled her into his lap and proceeded to leave his imprints on her neck. How she had run away from his clutches!
Walking into the bedroom, she was surprised to find it empty. Zain's shirt lay crumpled on the bed. "Office chala gaya? Bina bole? Shirt acchi nahi lagi?" She picked it up and went to keep it inside the cupboard, folding it properly.
The sound of the latch of the washroom door caused her to turn around and take in the sight of her ever so handsome husband, who was now in his tracks and...shirtless!
Her eyes widened and she stumbled back to hit herself in the back with the drawer knob. He was walking towards her, with that sexy smirk of his, very well rooting her to the spot.
Zain walked towards his now, fear-stricken wife. He was enjoying this. He was aware of the effect his musk scented soap had on her and he had especially washed his face again to wreak havoc in her brain which failed to process the needs of her husband, of late.
Capturing her in between the two doors of the cupboard, he smirked. He inched closer, eliminating any distance and they both watched a lone drop slide from his neck and get lost into her neckline.
"Tum office nahi gaye?" she finally seemed to remember her alphabets!
"Naah! Mann nahi tha. Fahad Bhai sambhal lenge." He moved a step back to allow her recovery.
She knew that evil smirk. That wicked smile that he used to his advantage, every freaking time. "Tracks mein kyun ho? Shirt pehno!"
"Pata hai. Jab main London mein shirtless ghoomta tha na, ladkiyan behosh ho jaati thi! Demands hote the, mere shirtless hone ke liye"
The mention of other girls was enough to sting Aaliya as she scowled and turned away to look for a shirt to hand over to him.
London ki ladkiyan?! Aaliya fumed!
"London mein unko kyun chhod aaye? Tum bhi wahi rehte! Wahan ghoomte shirtless ya sirf apni wo laal...YA ALLAH!"
She spun with her eyes opened in shock as she clutched her kurta at the back.
He had unzipped her?!
"Ye kya kiya?! Kyun kiya?" Boy, she was asking a lot of questions today.
"Wo kya hai na, main roz sochta hoon ki tumhara zip kaun band karta hai. Toh abhi socha, practical demonstration dekh loon, agar khud se karti ho to?"
"Agar? Of course main khud karti hoon! Aur kaun karega?!Kaun kahan se aayega band karne? Tum toh soye pade rehte ho!"
Zain loved his wife, when she was in her angry form. She seemed like a baby tiger, trying to pounce on him, with little paws. Not that he would mind a few of her nail imprints...
And what did she say now? Did she want him to do it for her? Zain's mind registered this fact quickly, suddenly feeling very smug.
"Aaliya, main band toh kabhi nahi karoonga, haan jo abhi kiya, wo zaroor repeat kar sakta hoon.. Roz." His last few words were a mere whisper as he leaned in.
She was sure she was turning into a ripe tomato. Her body seemed to be heating up and she was sure he could hear the pounding her heartbeats were making.
Zain sensed she was about to buckle under him. Her breath came in short spurts now and a soft red hue had crept up her cheeks. He hooked his thumb under her chin, making her look up. The browns had darkened with desire and anticipation. He took control of her hands and guided them around his waist providing her with much needed support. His own breath was caught in his throat when he felt her trace his abs and move upwards.
Aaliya knew there was no escaping him now. She didn't know her husband had faint abs and explored them unaware of the effect it had on him. He had stopped smiling and the intensity in his eyes melted her insides, creating ripples in her tummy. She moved upwards looping her arms around his neck and clasping her hands, she stared at her husband mesmerized.
Zain guided his thumb along the edge of her lower lip, making it tingle. When he swept her lips with his tongue, her lips parted as she gasped in response.
He looked at his wife of 6 months. The divine gorgeousness which was truly Allah's gift to him. He felt so lucky to have her. To be her first. It was not his first, but it was hers..and theirs. And he wanted it to be special. He hoped it would convey all that yet remained. It would tell her how much he loved her. It would be all giving. She was his.
"Zain..." she realized it sounded more like a seductive moan rather than the helpless whimper she was aiming for.
He hardly needed further encouragement as he crushed her lips with his, the pressure of his lips and the fervour of his passion taking her with surprise. Her hands moved in her hair feverishly, messing them up thoroughly, while his explored her bare back causing goose bumps in her skin. She felt the most beautiful sensation as his lips moved across hers, and his fire seemed to be undying as he explored his wife's pearly whites.
Suddenly fearing he might have hurt her, he pulled back slightly but all misconceptions were cleared when she pulled him back down, grabbing his hair. He unclasped, and she shivered in his arms, pressing into him further. No one seemed to be backing down in their frenzied state.
He hitched her up, her hair now forming a curtain over his face. They deepened the kiss, Zain staggering on the way to the bed, where he lay her down without breaking the contact. Her flamed cheeks felt the rash of his stubble as he finally pulled back and lay breathing, heavily. Both had their eyes closed, savouring what had transpired between the a few moments ago. He had devoured her with utmost devotion and she had given herself upto him with complete sincerity.
He opened his eyes first, taking in the sight of her flushed face and her red, swollen lips.
"Aaliya..."
She opened her eyes and buried herself into his chest, blushing hard now at her own response to what had happened. She couldn't look him in the eyes right after that! What would he think?!
A smile shot across his handsome face as he realized the state of his wifey, who refused to now come up. He bent near her ear, his fingers combing the hair away from her neck, "Shhh..it's okay..main koi gair thode na hoon..dekho toh.."
She finally peeked, still not meeting his eyes but at least he could see her face. He released her lower lip from the torture she was inflicting on them with her teeth.
"It was my first..." she confessed, unnecessarily.
"I know..." he kissed her cheek.
"And it is going to be the first of many!" he said a little short of breath, claiming her as his again.
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Please don't think I am vain or snooty or something on those lines for posting my own OS link here as wellLOL, because honestly people asked for it! Sacchi!
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Anyhoo! For all those who wanted to read it...YOU BETTER DO! It took me ages to find this!
