Sunlight seeped through the windows, disturbing the deep slumber of the man sprawled on the plush white bed. Sahir Azim Chaudary was sound asleep a peaceful smile playing on his lips portraying how happy he was with his life . He never found a reason to look back to the dark days of his life where he felt like he was falling into a deep black hole that never ended ...there was no light only sorrow , anguish and something he had grown accustomed to ...pain . But gone were the tenebrous days of his life with the entry of a beautiful angel , his wife .
Mrs. Chaudary , his pyaari Arzoo , his lady love , the sole reason of his happiness ...he could go on and on defining this child woman who never fails to surprise him even though he knows pretty much everything there is to know about his designbaaz of a wife . Just thinking about her bought a pleasant smile to his face .
Sahir very slowly opened his eyelids ready to face another day filled with happiness since everything he ever wanted he had gotten through Arzoo , she was his savior . But there was also someone else in his life that he loved just as much as he loved his wife , his eyes darted to the other side of the plush bed and there she was . Wrapped in her favorite blue blanket was Saaziya , the other little lady in his life . His eyed were filled with love and pride at looking at this beautiful angel Arzoo had given him . Sahir leaned down to kiss the forehead of his sleeping daughter , the girl stirred slightly mumbling something in her sleep . His heart clenched in pain when his gaze fell to the bluish purple bruise on his daughter's forehead , she was just like her mother always stood against what was wrong . That's the only reason for the bruise on her forehead since she had picked a fight with someone in school for lying to the teacher .
This was what worried Sahir and Arzoo about their daughter , they both hoped she would inherit Sahir's social skills since apparently Saaiyara's MD was a social pariah during his school days . Sahir looked at his little angel , her eyelids slowly fluttering open . Saaziya peeped at her fathers smiling face with one eye open and then closed them shut snuggling into the blanket that smelled like her mother . Saaziya knew her Abbu would let her sleep for more time after all he was her savior , her ammi on the other hand insisted on Saaziya waking up early . Its funny how her abbu kept telling Saaziya she was just like her mother , when he was the only one that tolerated all her shenanigans .
Sahir scanned the room for his lady love but knew his efforts would be futile , somehow his punctuality had rubbed off on Mrs. Gabbar Chaudary too . Arzoo was always the first one to be up , infact the only time she got up late was the morning after the most memorable night of his existence . The night where there where no obstructions only them and their endless love for one another , he remembered how scared she was ...but slowly passion took over and the night became a magical one . With a pleasant sigh Sahir sauntered to his bathroom for his morning routine . After he was done he went to the kitchen , where he knew he would find his beloved wife cooking with the utmost negligence . Arzoo always ended up hurting herself it would either be a burnt finger or not paying attention while chopping vegetables . Sahir always thought his designbaaz had the attention span of a fly !
As he entered the familiar kitchen he spotted the love of his life pouring hot coffee into his cup , he noticed how her fingers cupped the edge of the cup way a little too close . Sahir opened his mouth to warn her but was too late.. "Allah !" she screeched as she put the vessel down quickly and rinsed her scalding fingers . Once the burning sensation was gone Arzoo dried her fingers and looked at the brand new addition to her already disfigured hands . She thought of how well her sister-n-law Anam kept her hands always manicured in tip top shape , Arzoo herself was never one to care about outer appearances but after becoming the wife of Sahir Azim Chaudary she felt the necessity to look fashionable and sophisticated in everything she did . Though she did have that tinge of jealousy about the fact that her husband could look drop dead gorgeous in almost everything from overalls to kurta pyjamas !
Sahir surreptitiously went to stand behind his wife who was tending to her smoldering fingers , he always loved to surprise her like this . Very slowly he bought his arms around her waist ,and smiled at the expected reaction .
Arzoo jumped by the sudden contact but visibly relaxed when she recognized the strong arms encircling her waist , the arms that had saved her from numerous embarrassing falls , the arms that were there to embrace her whenever she needed him ...they belonged to none other than her pyaari shauhar . Though Arzoo was very much tempted too lean into her husband and enjoy his loving embrace she knew she shouldn't because every time she gave herself in , they would always end up going too far . "yeh aap kya kar raha hai ? " she tried to reprimand but her voice was cracking . Oh God ! why did this Gabbar Chaudary have to smell so nice ? it was so hard to control herself into giving in .
"hmmm kya kar rahi hai ?" Sahir repeated in a hushed tone nuzzling his nose against her neck . If there was one thing Sahir took pleasure in it was teasing his wife , he loved how her face would go a bright red, how her lips would quirk into a timid smile and how her fingers would clutch the edge of her salwar like her life depended on it . He deliberately trailed his lips among her jaw line leaving a trail of kisses , a smile made its way onto his face as he took in her expression of pleasure . She had no idea how much joy it gave him to make her feel like this , to be the one to bring a smile on her beauitiful face . " har subha app yeh humari saath kyoon kartai hain ? " Arzoo almost moaned out of pleasure . "Koyi dekhlaga toh ? " she questioned desperately trying to get her husbands arms off of her but even she had to admit that was a hard task since all her body wanted to do was lean into him .
"toh kya ? mera biwi hai tum " Sahir replied taking the hand which she had just burned and kissing it . Arzoo looked at the man who had always been there for her , he never doubted her and she herself couldn't believe the amount of trust he had in her . She remembered the times when she was pregnant and carrying Saaziya , he wouldn't let her do anything and every time she had a contortion it would be his face which would be in pain , his eyes filled with concern for her . "aap humse bahut pyaar kartai hai na ? " she asked turning to face her husband and wrapping her arms around his neck , she looked at him with affection trying to tell him through her eyes how much she loved him .
Sahir looked at his wife's face with all the limitless love he had for her . This woman who he had in an embrae at the moment ..she was his everything and he cant imagine a life without her . A life without her hassee , all her whims and fancies , and his favorite her gussa . Oh how he loved when his Arzoo's face would morph into her cute angry expression whenever he purposefully forget to wish her on her birthday , those beautiful brown orbs of hers that spoke volumes when words couldn't . Yes he loved her ...he loved every bit of her and he never ever doubted it . "Ha bahut bahut pyaar karta hain tumse" Sahir replied twirling a stand of his wife's hair .
Arzoo colored a deep red even though she had heard him say that a million times to her she could never get used to how her heart rate would automatically spike up or how blood would rush to her cheeks making her look like a ripe tomato . When she first realized she was in love with Gabbar Cahudary she always laughed at the thought of Sahir being romantic , but damn she was wrong ... . Even Zaki wasn't as romantic as her husband would be sometimes ! But she loved each and every thing he did for her from naming a star after her to taking her to a private island for their honeymoon , she loved it all .
" Acha aap office kai liye tayaar ho jao , humko breakfast banana hai " Arzoo said untangling her fingers from her husbands hair and stepping back . "nahi" came the reply . "nahi? Kyoon nahi ? aapko office nahi jana hai aaj " she scolded looking at her husbands handsome face . "jana hai par first ... mujko ek kiss dedo " Sahir replied pulling his wife toward him despite her protests . "nahi ! Koi dekhlaga toh " Arzoo chided , sometimes he acted like the child . " Arre... Koi bhi nahi deklaga .. jaldi kiss karo warna main tumko utakar layjaoungi "
Arzoo's eyes widened at her husbands threat but quickly made up her mind to do what he says , Gabbar Chaudary was just as stubborn as she was and Besides its not like she didn't want to kiss him ... Arzoo gently cupped her husbands face in hers and slowly bought her lips to his cheek . Every time she kissed him her nerve endings would be tingling , her heart would be flipping and she would be absolutely intoxicated by his musky smell . As soon as her lips touched her husbands face she drew back , afraid they both would lose control like they always did when they were too close . " Daidiya ... app jao " she mumbled her face hot . " konsi biwi gaal mein kiss kartai hain ...tum bahut old fashioned hai Arzoo " her husband whined as he made his way out of the kitchen . Arzoo couldn't help but be annoyed about the fact that he had called her old fashioned ... She wasn't old fashioned... she was a modern lady who knew the tips and tricks of how to seduce your husband or to put it more clearly she read about it in magazines but had never had the guts to try it out herself . Arzoo knew she didnt fit in the category of women who would buy skimpy lingerie to impress their husbands , she couldn't even say I love you' to him without stuttering so how is she expected to make out with him in the kitchen where anyone could appear at any time . A small voice inside told her he just loves you so much he wants a good response from you , ignoring the voice in her head she continued to do her chores but that inner voice wouldn't stop ! .
Arzoo always feared that one day Sahir would leave her , all alone to fend for herself . Fear crept through her as she thought of how Sahir would sometimes complain about how she didn't love him , and how she was so unresponsive to all his romantic gestures . Well truth be told she was a mother now she had numerous things to worry about , she didn't have time to think about romanticizing with her husband . Did he feel hurt by her unresponsive gestures ? did he feel lonely ? Arzoo tensed up thinking about how she knew her husband hated feeling left out . What would she do ..? be responsive' was the reply she got from the voice in her head and Arzoo decided she was going to listen to it . She thought of how she would have to pay a visit to Victoria Secrets ...
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