ZaBir's Frustrations! Part 7 UPDATED on p9!!

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This is my second OS on this forum! I hope you will appreciate it as much the first. I wrote it for another couple but have adapted it to fit Kabir & Zara.

It has a comic element to it so please don't take it too seriously😃

Ok it was just awesome

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Part 2 haazir hai for those of you who requested Zara's Frustrations!! Hope you enjoy this as much as the first!

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Zara's Frustrations!

24th April 2018


I know I must express my emotions and frustration somewhere. This is why I have turned to you my old friend, my journal!

Where should I start?

I guess I must start with a confession.
I, Zara Kabir Ahmed am hopelessly and madly in LOVE!!

Yes blissfully, wonderfully and desperately in love with my husband Maulvi Kabir Ahmed urf mullah saab!

Every time I think about it, I begin to feel a delicious feeling possess my whole body and consume me!

The blush that arises on my face is like a slow yet steady fire burning on a cold winter's night!

My heart feels as if it would explode into a million pieces if I do not share this sweet, delicious and exhilarating feeling with someone!

Everyone!

Anyone!

But how can I? I cannot!

As the person who all my love, my passion and my desire is directed towards does not even acknowledge my existence!

That infuriatingly handsome, calm and composed maulvi!!

He is so rigidly righteous and uptight. I agree we had vehemently refused to marry each other but now that we are married he could show some interest in me.

Don't get me wrong he is always respectful and caring towards me. But I want more!

I want him to take a sexual interest in me! To love me, to MAKE love to me. Not this courteous behaviour.

Ya Allah is banday ko koi samjhay ke honeymoon pay kyun aate hain!

He is the bane of all my problems, especially this sweet, sweet torture!

And the cause of my many embarrassments!!

After everyone in the world knew that we were going on our honeymoon my best friend Reema decided that I needed to go on a honeymoon shopping trip.

Reema became a rollercoaster and began an elaborate plan for me to confess my feelings to Kabir on our first night alone!

She took me to the best designer boutiques of Lakhnow in order to buy some sexy & provocative anarkali suits, sexy nightwear and to my utter shock and horror-multiple pieces of scant lingerie!!

It was all part of her "plan" to aesthetically please and draw my husband's attention to me before my so called confession!

Astagfirullah! I refused to buy the sinful items, certain I would never use them. How would I ever wear these things when I was embarrassed even to look at them.

And maulvi saab?

I was sure he would damn me to hell if I wore those in front of him!

He already had strong views on what women should and shouldn't wear! Not that I agree with him.

But Reema was not prepared to listen to me. Dismissing my concerns as silly and coaxed me into buy everything.

I told her that I hadn't realisedthat I would need to go to such lengths to show Kabir my love butamonga fit of giggles, Reema assured me

'Zara trust me once Kabir sees you in these hell forget all his mullah-ness' and winked!

My embarrassment knew no bounds!! What wicked deeds was this girl going to make me do!!

I wanted the ground to open and swallow me up as afterwards Reema continued with a series of jokes and leg pulling!

I reluctantly agreed as I didn't know any other way to do things.

While we were in the mall I stopped at a book stall to pick up my copy of Islam weekly. As I browsed a book caught my eye "The rights of husband's & wife's in Islam"

Hmm now that sounded like a more useful aid to me. So I had quickly payed the stall holder for the book and stuffed it in my bag.

On the honeymoon we are travelling in the beautiful valleys of Kashmir.

As if I wasn't tormented enough maulvi saab decided to tease the living daylights out of me this morning!

As I walked onto our balcony drying my hair, what do I see but my very own mullah saab carrying out his fitness regime next to the river.

Shirtless.

Naked from the top.

Ya Allah I nearly died! I guess I now know what a heart attack feels like!

At the sight of his perfectly toned abs, the ripples of his muscles, the creamy smoothness of his back I started to hyperventilate.

Was this really the "maulvi" I had married?

I gaped at him with wide eyes! Unable to look away!

Kabir looked delicious enough to eat! I wanted to run down to the riverbank and touch him, to run my fingers over his taut muscles! To feel the smooth skin under my hands!

"Zara you are so sinful!" I chided myself.

How dare he be so damned handsome and sexy yet do nothing to relinquish my desires!

Surely it must be equally sinful to deprive your rightfully wedded wife to such assets! I will consult the book I bought regarding this.

And then another fear gripped my heart. If I could see Kabir from our balcony, so would the other guests be able to from their balconies. And any females who happened to look out.

Kabir! I called out and waved him to come back to the room quickly. He had given me a questioning look but picked up his things to come in.

I decided it was time to implement Reemas plan and take those outfits out.

I put on the chiffon anarkali first. It had a daringly low neckline and padding in the bodice which accentuated my chest. The back was low too, like those in Indian dramas with only a zip in the lower back, just above my bum.

I couldn't reach the zip.

So I left it open. Leaving my back exposed.

"Let's get maulvi Kabir to do some work" I thought.

'Ya Allah forgive me but I'm doing this to entice my husband not any other man & I promise to wear a burka so no one else can see' I prayed.

Although I felt a little embarrassed at first as I looked in the bathroom mirror. I began to feel rather confident as well as desirable as the minutes went by! I came out of the bathroom, all excited, and went into the bedroom.

But Kabir was busy on the phone.

Hedidn'tnotice me.

"Erm Kabir?"

"Hmm?" Still on the phone.

"Kya aap meri madad karain ge?" I gathered my hair and turned my back to him.

In the mirror I saw him look up, momentarily shocked then coolly walk over and pull the zip up.

"Cover kar lo. Sardi hai. Bemaar ho jao go"

W*F?? Is that all he could say?

"Breakfast ke liye chalain? Late ho gaye hain"

He said without looking at me again and walked out to the balcony!

Is that all he had to say?

Arrrggg!!!

Kabir mullahAhmed!

This was the limit!

I have never felt so frustrated in my life! How could I confess to him about my feelings and love when hedidn'teven respond to me!

I calmed myself. Breathe Zara Breath. Count to ten. He's shy. He's conservative. He'll notice!

I'll make him notice, I wowed

😉 😉 😆

Should I continue??

This is so lovely, effectively penned down Maulvi saab's thoughts exactly like he thinks 👏👏👏

It was so amazing. Loved it 😳
Write more please

superb

OMG OMG OMG!!!! 😲

Originally posted by: Javeria3991

superb

It would be great if zoya reply to his questions in the diary.

Looking forward to read more.

Watch this space 😉

Originally posted by: aqua.m7

OMG OMG OMG!!!!😲

Where do u get such amazing ideas from!😃

PART 2 PART 2 PART2 !!!! PLEASE!

This is amazing!👏❤️

Took inspiration from real life 😉 😉