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Jahil Aahil aur unki Begum Jaan...
"What did you just call me?" Aahil said raising an eyebrow. He wasn't sure if he heard her right. Sanam gulped and took a step back. She felt her back hit the wall of their bedroom. She looked past Aahil at the door which was locked. There was no escape. As the man before her took a step closer Sanam let out a soft breath. God he was so perfect! That soft hair that fell slightly over his forehead, those long slightly curled lashes, those deep soulful eyes, the perfectly shaped jawline, those kissable pouty lips. She wanted to bite them so badly!
As her eyes wandered down, she acknowledged that his face wasn't the only thing she admired. He was one sexy man. Aahil tossed his red towel on the bed and walked towards her in a painfully slow manner. Sanam took the moment to enjoy in the sight of her husband sans a shirt. She had seen him like this on numerous occasion but could not help but admire him each time. Even when she used to be shocked by him walking around the house with minimal clothes on, she could not help but admire him. But now, that he belonged to her, she admired his gorgeous physique even more! His sturdy shoulders, his tight chest, his perfectly outlined abs that she so badly wanted to skim her fingers over, his perfect waistline, his... She swallowed as she her thoughts became increasingly bold and shameless. Maybe she didnt want to escape after all! As he took one last step and covered the distance between them, Sanam looked up to see a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"I dont think I heard you right. What did you just call me Sanam?" He placed a palm on each side of her, enclosing her with his body.
"You heard me the first time." She managed to blurt out trying to keep the nervousness out of her tone. His proximity was doing too many things at once to her body. Aahil slid down his hands and softly wrapped them around her waist. He pushed himself closer until they both were against the wall. She could feel his arousal and it was clear that she was affecting him just as much as he was affecting her.
He leaned in and whispered in her ears. "I am Aahil Raza Ibrahim."
The way he said his name in that husky voice of his made Sanam shiver. It sounded so powerful and sexy! She felt a tingling sensation inside of her.
Sanam could feel his soft breath against her ear. "I graduated from Harvard with a degree in Business Administration. So Mrs. Sanam Raza Ibrahim, what made u say that?"
Sanam tried to not think about what she wanted to do with the man in front of her who was shirtless. In fact, he was shirtless for quite some time, refusing to wear a shirt until agreed to give him a kiss each morning from hereon. Though the demand was cute, Sanam knew that if she kissed him, she would not want him to leave the house at all! Of course she couldn't let him know that! But it would become highly distracting! He would insist on continuing as well! They were alone now but once Latif and Nawab saab was back, it would be obvious as to why they were locked up in the room all morning. Nope, she could not give in!
"Toh main kya karti! Aap kam hi aise karte hai. Aise bina shirt ke... Aap kya khudko Tarzan samajte hai!"
Aahil pulled back and looked at her. From the way he twisted his lips, she could tell he was trying not to laugh.
"If thats what turns you on baby. I can even do that for you. Tumhare liye toh mein jungle mein bhi shirtless ghoomne ke liye tayaar hoon." He gave her his most charming smile.
Sanam narrowed her eyes, "Aap sach mein Jahil hai! Warna aise ideas kaha se aate hai aapko! Yaha toh sirf Latif hai aur jungle mein... Aap bina shirt ke! Ugh Aahil aap bhi na!"
"Kyun meri Begum Jaan ko jalan ho rahi hai. Jungle mein aur kaun hai..." He winked as Sanam bit her lips. She didn't want to smile when he was infuriating her and having fun at her expense. But he was damn right! No one had the right to enjoy this but her! She was after all, his Begum Jaan!
"Hatiye mujhe lunch banani hai!" Sanam tried to push him off but Aahil moved closer.
"Agar main sach mein Jahil hoon toh mujhe kuch aisa karna chahiye joh iss naam ko suit kare." Sanam saw a naughty twinkle in his eyes. She blushed thinking about the possibilities.
Aahil leaned closer and nuzzled her neck.
"Acha toh maine suna hai ke aap ke society mein log kiss karte hai. Toh kaise karte hai? Aise?"
He asked innocently as he placed his lips on her neck. Sanam sighed as she felt him softly kiss her neck. Aahil pushed aside her hair and pulled down her kameez a little and kissed her shoulder moving down her neckline.
"Ya aise?" He used his lips to softly suckle the skin and then eased it using his tongue. Aahil looked up at Sanam who was now breathing hard. The look in her eyes was clearly urging him on. He moved to the other side and did the same.
"Tell me if I am doing this wrong," he said huskily. He softly bit, suckled and darted his tongue across her neck and shoulder as she moaned in pleasure.
Sanam could feel her legs give way so she grabbed on to his shoulder. What he was doing was too much. But if this was him being Jahil, she would have it any day! As soon as her nails dug in, Sanam heard Aahil groan softly. She brushed her hips slightly against his hardness causing Aahil to breathe hard on her neck. Sanam looked at him and could tell that now he was losing every bit of control. She took that moment to turn the tables on him.
Sanam pulled her self closer to him and traced her fingers down his arm and back up, this time going down his chest and lingering on his abs. She skimmed her fingers as Aahil closed his eyes.
"Let me show you how we touch," she said in a equally innocent manner. She felt his breathing getting louder as his body reacted to her touch. She took both hands and gripped his love-handles, moving her hands around his waist. She spayed her palms on his back and curled her fingers slightly. As she moved them up his smooth and hard back as Aahil softly whispered "Sanam..." His voice was rough and Sanam could feel herself getting turned on hearing the passion in his voice.
She pulled him closer to her using her palms and leaned forward. Sanam stood on her toes and bit his shoulder hard, leaving mark. She used her soft wet lips to trace the spot. She heard Aahil groan louder this time, repeating her name breathlessly.
"This is how we kiss..." She said seductively. Sanam placed soft kisses on his shoulder all the way to his neck. He pulled his head back as she kissed his adams apple before moving to the other side. Sanam softly brushed her cheeks against his stubble. When the roughness touched her skin, she felt an ache inside of her. But she didn't stop.
Sanam moved closer to his ears and whispered, "Aap bhi toh mujhe bulati the... Jahil ladki" She leaned back and used her finger to slowly trace his jawline as she looked into his eyes. As she smirked in victory, she could sense Aahil's primal urges growing by the minute as he growled softly. Now the charade was becoming difficult for him.
He grabbed her hand and kissed the inside of her palm. Circling one hand on the small of her back and tangling the other in her hair, he claimed her lips for a searing kiss. Sanam felt her inside turn to mush as he kissed her breathless. The baton was back in his hands. They kept on kissing as they walked backwards to the bed.
Once Aahil felt the back of his knees hit the bed, he grabbed Sanam and they fell back, her on top of him. She recovered from his mind blowing kiss and sat up. She straddled him and looked straight into his eyes. Her hands once again made their journey from his shoulders to his abs but this time didn't stop there. They slipped around his waistband but did not go further. Instead she moved downwards and softly touched his arousal. She could tell that he was reaching his limit. Aahil placed his hands over hers to stop her and flipped her onto her back. This time he was on top of her. His hand was bunched around the dori of her kameez. He lifted her head slightly and pulled the string. Sanam could see pure desire in his eyes. As Aahil softly undressed her Sanam felt herself wanting him more every second. She wanted him, all of him!
The next morning...
Sanam was humming a tune while making breakfast. She blushed thinking of last night. They had stayed in their room all day and night making love, stopping only to eat and shower. It was beautiful and her Jallad Jin was perfect in bed! He was even better when trying to be Jahil! His "innocent" questions had made the night even more interesting as they explored each other to the fullest! She tried not to think about how he touched her and how she returned the pleasure.
Sanam shook herself out of her dirty thoughts and moved to set the table. How could she think about such things during breakfast! She went back to arranging the fruits and bread on the table. Sanam wondered what took Aahil so long when she saw him walking towards the table, shirtless! Sanam's mouth gaped open.
"Aahil you cannot be serious! Maine toh aise hi... Aap shirt pehen sakhte hai! I will think about agreeing to your demand."
"Kyun tumhe main aise acha nahin lagta" he said pouting sadly, but one look at his eyes and she knew he was joking. Sanam tried not to blush! Of course she liked what she saw! But after seeing all of it last night... This was probably not enough! Ya Allah! Sanam chided herself inwardly! She was so besharam!
Sanam started to walk towards the kitchen when Aahil grabbed her and pulled her towards him. She landed straight on his lap.
"Aaj tum mujhe nashta khilaogi! Aapne haathon se! Main toh jungle se aaya hoon na... Mujhe toh table manners ka kuch nahin pata. So..." Sanam knew he was up to something. He said those words too innocently. But she went ahead anyway. This was quite interesting. Her Jallad Jin pretending to be Jahil! Sanam picked up a piece of watermelon with a fork and held it to his mouth. He turned away.
"Maine kaha aapne haathon se!" Sanam shook her head at her husband! He was such a big baby but a very naughty one! Sanam picked up the watermelon and placed it near his lip. But as soon as he opened them she pulled it away and popped it in her mouth. She winked at him. Two could play the game.
Sanam then picked up a piece of apple and slowly used her tongue to circle it before she bit half and held the other to his mouth. He stared at her with wide eyes but then ate it. While biting into the slice of orange some juice ran down her lips. Before Sanam could wipe it, Aahil leaned forward and softly licked the juice off of her. He pulled her closer and kiss her hard. Sanam could feel him growing hard beneath her as she used her nails to lightly mark his chest. Sanam knew she could never see the dining room in the same way again.
At night...
Sanam grabbed some more shampoo as she lathered his soft delicate hair. For a man so strong, his hair felt like soft fluffy clouds. He leaned back against her enjoying her soft fingers tangled in his hair. Her "Jahil" Aahil had insisted that he did not know how to shampoo his hair, being illiterate and uncivilized as Tarzan. Sanam had to admit she enjoyed this little game they were playing! A lot!
After she was done rinsing it out, he got up and leaned against the wall. Sanam was about to leave when she noticed that he turned on the shower. He looked at her and motioned her to come closer. He didn't need to ask again! Snaam moved closer as Aahil pulled her in a tight hug. "I still need help," he whispered huskily.
"But first let me explore..." He reached for her dori and pulled it in one try. He then took of her kameez and tossed it aside with his shirt. Sanam took the cue and reached for his shorts. She slowly pulled the waistband and pushed down. Aahil reached down and pulled it off completely and flung it with the other clothes. Sanam took in the sightly of her husband in his boxers clearly outlining his manhood. But she still preferred to see it without the barrier of the black garment. In one quick motion Aahil took off all the rest of her clothes. Standing there in just lingerie, Sanam looked like a goddess to Aahil. He pushed her softly against the wall as the shower rained on them.
"So what do you people usually do under the shower?" He asked licking his lips making Sanam shiver slightly.
"We kiss and make love," she said looking into his eyes. Because thats exactly what she wanted to do. Aahil pulled her closer and kissed her. She could never get enough of him. He tasted so good that it intoxicated her!
Aahil felt as if his wildest dreams were coming true. But even in his dreams he never imagined Sanam to be such a seductress. He was trying hard to keep control but the way she was kissing and touching him, he might have to cut the shower short and get them to the bed. As he kissed her and pulled her against him he felt like he was in heaven! It was not just about their physical proximity but also being with the woman he loved so much and who loved him back made him feel special! After a life full of struggle, he had finally found acceptance in her arms! He could be anything for her... Jallad Jin, Jahil, Tarzan! Because at the end of the day, he knew she loved him, Aahil! She cared for him so much and he enjoyed her attention. God, he loved this woman so much!
Aahil pulled away softly and looked at Sanam. "Maybe you could also teach me how you guys cuddle at night." He asked with a shy smile, looking at her earnestly. Sanam smiled back as she reached up to kiss his forehead. She wrapped her arms around him and they hugged under the shower. It felt perfect! Just perfect!
After a few seconds, Sanam pulled away and said, "but first let me show you how we dry off after a shower," she winked. Sanam turned off the shower and they both stepped out. As they walked towards the room, Aahil wrapped Sanam in a towel and pulled her close. He was so glad to be with her! She was the light in his life! The one who made each day a new adventure! She was his Begum Jaan!
The End!
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