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I have returned to the forum after a long time and would like to present a humble OS. I have not had a chance to proofread it so hope you will ignore my typos and any mistakes.
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Kabir Saab ki kasmakash! OS
Kabir clenched and unclenched his hands as he paced the length of the beautifully adorned bedroom, deep in thought. His mind, in a quandary over the imminent night ahead.
Kabir contemplated the heavenly surroundings of Kashmir and then his predicament. The nightwear which he had picked up off the floor had puzzled him at first, then embarrassed him as he had realised the implication and significance of it. Although he was content with his new relationship with Zara as mere companionship, it was evident she was expecting more.
He was the poise, virtuous and composed molvisaab, he could handle this situation. His gaze fell on the rose petals scattered on the bed, filling the room with their sweet aroma, and his heartbeats drummed a little faster. Who was he kidding? The butterflies in his stomach related a different story.
A sudden nervousness clouded his thoughts as he
remembered Zara's expectation of him. What had she been saying to Rukhsar? That "Kashmir ki khoobsoorat vaadiyon main kabir mujhay romance karain ge?"
He acknowledged dismally that he wasn't attuned to the romantic notions of the female species, or how to romance one.
Was Zara expecting romance from him? If so how should he proceed? Kabir stopped in deep thought. Was he, a movisaab, meant to indulge in frivolous activities such as romance?
He started pacing again.
He had to admit that he felt a certain excitement as well as terror at the prospect of intimacy with Zara. Of course he knew that legally she was his wife and his religion allowed intimacy, in fact it was his religious obligation to fulfil their mutual desires.
However this is not how Kabir had perceived his life to pan out. It wasn't religion in so much as him who had places restrictions on himself.
In the last few years of study he had fully expected to lead a celibate life devoted to his religion and his lord. Marriage had not been in his plan. But the fact that he had married, to adhere to his parents wish, and then his wife to be the beauty which Zara was, was turning out to be a tremendously sweet torture. He felt drawn to her and her closeness stirred new, unknown emotions in him.
Was this love?
Was it desire?
Or was it lust?
NO he refused to call it that! What he felt for Zara was too sacred and pure to be lust. Had he just acknowledged to himself that he did feel for her?
"Uff mere Allah! Main iss ladki sey kesy sambhal paoonga!" he sighed.
His lord was surely testing his resolve to keep his distance from his wife. Whereas Zara seemed adamant to break his resolve and close all the distances between them.
"Kis se baat kar rahe hain, molvi saab?"
The teasing voice of Zara broke through Kabirs reverie. He composed himself and fully ready with a suitable comeback turned around to face his wife.
THAT was a mistake.
The sight which met his eyes was more enticing, more mesmerising than any scene the beautiful Kashmir valley could provide. This was his first such encounter and he was enthralled by what he saw.
Standing in the bathroom doorway, clad in the sheer floor length red negligee from earlier and looking the perfect picture of femininity was his wife, Zara.
No words were uttered as Kabir stood stunned, drinking in his beautiful wife with thirsty eyes.
"Baddi belagaam si ho gayi hain meri aankhain,
Teri deed kay musalsal dhoondti hain bahany!
Kabirs eyes met Zara's for a brief moment before, embarrassed, he averted his gaze. However Kabir was helpless to control his eyes as, of their own accord thy moved back to stare at the object of their desire.
"Hmm Molvi saab ki neeyat kharaab hoti wi lag rahi hai!"
Thought Zara shyly and smiled inwardly.
Slowly but determinedly Zara began walking towards Kabir. The action resulted in the slit in the folds of the nightdress to fall apart and reveal a glimpse of Zara's leg and the creamy skin beneath.
Kabir was having a hard time controlling his breathing and unable to do anything else, stood frozen on the spot as his eyes, his sinful eyes roamed freely over the ethereal beauty gliding towards him. His throat was dry, and his eyes seemed to have a mind of their own.
Although at first Zara had been against the marriage thinking Kabir to be a self righteous, narrow minded and serious man. But now that they were married, Zara fully intended to adhere to her nikkah obligations.
She had quickly realised that her husband was an intelligent, courteous and caring man who deeply loved his family. Yes he was morally superior to other men, giving him an air of aloofness but he was always respectful and polite to the people around him. In their short time together Zara had also glimpsed his sense of humour and his sharp thinking through their private spitfire exchanges.
In short Zara felt he was not as stuffy as she had initially thought.
What Zara hadn't realised was that under the quite and composed demure, Kabir was finding it hard to control the storm of turmoil Zara's close proximity had created after the wedding.
The discovery of the nightgown her stupid friend had stuffed in her bag, had totally embarrassed her in front of Kabir earlier. "He probably thinks I'm a sex starved city girl with no morals!" Zara had thought as she had snatched and stuffed the offensive item back in her bag.
The fact that Kabir had maintained a distance from Zara had irked her in the beginning. She hadn't expected him to pounce on her like a barbarian and she knew he was religious and a gentleman but she was his wife. It had hurt her pride when he chose to escape to the prayer room every time she got close to him. But slowly she had resigned to the fact that maybe for the time being she would be content with his friendship. Of course it didn't help that Rukhsar never missed an opportunity to come between them.
When ami had suggested the honeymoon, Zara had innocently seized the opportunity to sightsee around Kashmir without realising the other important factors traveling alone with Kabir would entail.
Since thy had arrived in Kashmir, she had found Kabir to be extra quiet and moody. During dinner she had caught him stealing glances of her but when she questioned him he had vehemently denied such a thing. Even now he had been acting weirdly. Pointing to her bag he had asked "Kya tum...wo pehno gi?"
It had taken Zara a few minutes to register what he had meant. As realisation dawned on her she came to a drastic conclusion.
She had NOT intended any such thing but now she would wear the night dress. The mischievous child in her dared Zara to test her husbands resolve. At least here, alone on their honeymoon, there might be a chance of reducing some of "molvi saabs" as well as her own inhibitions, Zara mused. Even if it meant gently seducing her uptight husband, so be it.
