Okay Guys,the beginning of this OS is different from my usual style of writing and I hope that you like it and if you don't please feel free to say,I wouldn't mind at all J Dedicated to my twinnie Priti
It will take some time to develop the momentum .Happy Reading :*
The fact that they were strangers to each other rather husband-wife in name only, even after nearly 5 months of marriage was like a deafening chasm of silence in their relationship. Zain Osman Abdullah, business tycoon, son of industrialist and hotelier , Osman Abdullah ,treated their marriage like all the other responsibilities that had been entrusted to him. And it was no different for Aaliya . When her family had insisted that she settle down , since she had completed her studies, she had complied to their wishes without putting up a protest.
She had met Zain ,only once before their engagement and showed interest no more than she would've shown, had he been someone other than her fianc. It was not because she was haughty, but it was because she had never really shown much eagerness with regards to men/marriage.
She found him to be a gentle. And within few days of their Nikaah, she discovered that he was someone who respected her choices and her boundaries, loved his family and principles and she knew that he would never hurt her. It was a matter of co-existance between them, amidst the domesticity which had settled upon their marriage.
They cared for each other,they we're concerned about each other's well-being and happiness,and it was only about a month ago that they had come to terms with the fact that there was more to their relationship than their mere co-existance.
Zain Abdullah had started noticing even the infinitesimal details about Aaliya Zain Abdullah. Over the span of these five months he had come to know what made her smile , what made her sad and how even the simplest and smallest of things and gestures made her beam with joy.
He had noticed how she slept, with her head covered by the blanket and he remembered how ever night, the onus of removing the claustrophobic wrap from over her head, fell upon him.
He had been observant enough to know that messing with her mood during her monthly cycles,was equivalent to playing with fire,that she was the best when it came to preparing sheer korma,so much so ,that from the moment his taste buds got acquainted with her food,they refused to taste the food cooked by anyone else.
He knew that she has a secret fetish for dark chocolates, just like him, that only he knew about, and that she pouted whenever she was deep in thought, fretting over something.He had grown to love the soft tinkling sound that her anklets made whenever she moved around, the citrusly scent of her body-wash,seeing her face deep in consternation while reading the newspaper, every morning while sitting o the loveseat by the poolside window ,every morning, cherishing her first cup of tea;that she took exactly 40 mins. For her morning bath,and that red' was her color.
But the most important of all, he found her irresistible whenever she did that thing with her lips, biting her plump pink lips, out of nervousness.
But once Aaliya , was no less than him. She had unknowingly grown so accustomed to his presence around her, that his absence mad her crave for him. She always looked forward to the daily late nights talks, where she would patiently listen, while he rambled off the happenings of that day and strangely his voice would make her feel at peace with herself.
She knew that he liked his coffee black and that he preferred green tea over coffee. She knew the exact time when he would take laps in the swimming pool and his feet would be automatically drawn towards the poolside window in their room, behind whose curtains she would hide and look at him from far, and she had a queer feeling that he knew about that. The sight of the water glistening under the sun as it trickled down his body, when he came out of the pool in his red swim shorts, was enough to send her heartbeats into a sensual frenzy-something she had never experienced before.
Aaliya knew that he secretly preferred her soup over his mother's and she knew that he wouldn't express it, lest he hurt his mother's sentiments. She liked waking up to his face, tying his tie every morning, cooking for him, and holding his hand while taking long strolls in the verdant garden post dinner. She knew that her favourite things had slowly started becoming his too and most importantly, there were times when she just wanted to run her hands through his hair and crave for him to treat her like' woman' .
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If you guys like it so far, then please leave behind your comments. the main plot of this OS wil be in the next update ..but I need to know whether you guys want me to continue with it or not. Love you folks!.
And what the OS is about will be under wraps until the next update..if I get sufficient feedback and you guys want me to continue maybe I'll trun it into a three or fourshots !:*
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Ann
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