Ishq Hai (ARY) DT #2 II Danish Taimoor, Minal Khan II - Page 4

Originally posted by: Puruuu

Dont remember which interview exactly, most probably is the one where they brought months old hoorain to the interview. Where danish was making hoorain comfortable and quiet on the interview set.

Uspe danish ne bola tha ki hoorain name is hoorain taimoor and ayeza apne naam ke aage danish lagati hai

Yaar have you noticed danish ayeza nai aiza likhta hai insta pe at times

Also ayeza real name is kinza

Plus ayeza famous hogayi ayeza khan se toh fir for public they didnt change the name but reality mein as in documents mein vo danish hi lagati hogi after her name .

So the kids are using the father's last name like the mainstream naming system whereas Ayeza is using her husband's name as per their traditions.

But her stage name is still Khan.

Ayeza ka alternative spelling hai Aiza. Its one of those names with variations in spelling 😆 So Danish can use either versions. Maybe she feels the "YE" in the name sounds better, more stage and star like?

Yes I know her name is Kinza. Danish had only revealed it 😆 Do u know the story?

That he was in college and had a female friend (imo that's a nice way of saying ex girlfriend 😆)...and they were together for like a year (either they were dating seriously or it was college romance)...after a year Danish said they should move on coz he was obv too young to get married. But the girl pestered him ki kaun hai dusri ladki 😆 He continued to say there's nothing like that, he needs to focus on his career, studies etc but she did not believe him. Finally one day he got irritated and told her the girl's name was "Kinza"...and he ended up getting married to Kinza in 2014 🤣❤️ This was like way before he met Ayeza coz he must have been 19 or something at the time 😆

Originally posted by: Ashley.Tisdale

So the kids are using the father's last name like the mainstream naming system whereas Ayeza is using her husband's name as per their traditions.

But her stage name is still Khan.

Ayeza ka alternative spelling hai Aiza. Its one of those names with variations in spelling 😆 So Danish can use either versions. Maybe she feels the "YE" in the name sounds better, more stage and star like?

Yes I know her name is Kinza. Danish had only revealed it 😆 Do u know the story?

That he was in college and had a female friend (imo that's a nice way of saying ex girlfriend 😆)...and they were together for like a year (either they were dating seriously or it was college romance)...after a year Danish said they should move on coz he was obv too young to get married. But the girl pestered him ki kaun hai dusri ladki 😆 He continued to say there's nothing like that, he needs to focus on his career, studies etc but she did not believe him. Finally one day he got irritated and told her the girl's name was "Kinza"...and he ended up getting married to Kinza in 2014 🤣❤️ This was like way before he met Ayeza coz he must have been 19 or something at the time 😆

Haha haan danish to jo marzi pukaare ayeza ko 🤣

Yes i have seen that interview of his bits mein dkeha hai but ye part dekha hua hai

What i love about their interviews is dono ke answers dot matching hote hai. They know each other so well jo pehle wale interviews the unmein

But latest ahsan mein ayeza full maze ke mood mein thi, danish friendly hoga asal mein, mazak bhi karta rehta hoga but on camera he doesnt do it specially on camera. I even like their interview yasir ke saath jo hai.

Originally posted by: Puruuu

Haha haan danish to jo marzi pukaare ayeza ko 🤣

Yes i have seen that interview of his bits mein dkeha hai but ye part dekha hua hai

What i love about their interviews is dono ke answers dot matching hote hai. They know each other so well jo pehle wale interviews the unmein

But latest ahsan mein ayeza full maze ke mood mein thi, danish friendly hoga asal mein, mazak bhi karta rehta hoga but on camera he doesnt do it specially on camera. I even like their interview yasir ke saath jo hai.

Ek dekha tha maine Deewangi ka bts, usse samajh aa gaya ki Danish is mastikhor the way I was imagining 😆

Ye hum ambiverts ki problem hoti hai, I cannot tell you how many times people have thought I am stuckup 🤣 Then they are surprised once I open up 🤣

Besharam Express pe aap sab ka swagat hai 🤣 This has been the hardest thing to write and my face was bright red throughout. ☺️🤣 There are mentions of smut but I chose to let it remain classy 😆 If any of you start to show symptoms of being turned on, that's not on me 🤣🤣 Even though I think that was my mental state while typing this ☺️☺️🤣

Leave a good review as always, otherwise I will ask Haaris to haunt your dreams 🤣

PS: Its Isra's Viewpoint

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For the first time in years I was not sleepy, even though it was past midnight. The day’s events began to play in my mind again. My mother had a civil conversation with my husband for the very first time. I could see the regret in her eyes but there was nothing I could do about it, sadly. For once in a very long time she was right, she had judged Shahzaib too quickly. Just like I had given up on the idea of him and I within minutes. But of course no good moment lasts too long.

My brother returned from Islamabad and did the one thing he is extremely good at— raise his hand. But he could not get away this time. My blood boiled when I saw him push Shahzaib, his hand shoving him at the exact spot which was still swollen internally. I could not stop myself and stood between them, fighting for what was right. Bhai’s aggression did not seem to settle, pissing me further. This was not how baba had raised us. All the education and money in the world did not matter if this was his attitude.

So I put my fears aside and finally shut him up. Mummy and Shahzaib kept on pleading me to stop, but I did not listen to them. For once, my brother had to see the truth without his mind being corrupted by anger. When he did calm down finally, I announced that Shahzaib and I would be having dinner tomorrow night at my maika. And he dare not stop me.

Well no one did. Shahzaib, for one, was shocked at my sudden change in attitude. But I was too busy tending to his wounds to ask him any questions. There was a look of pride and adoration in his eyes, however I looked away before it got too intense. Things were…changing between us.

I shivered externally due to the cold, which snapped me out of my thoughts. It was not just me though. I heard Shahzaib’s teeth clatter slightly. His grey tee was very thin. No wonder he was feeling cold.

I went to the wardrobe, pulling out a thick comforter. Very cautiously, I walked upto him but stopped when I saw his face. He was sleeping so peacefully, not a line on his handsome face. His mouth was parted slightly, letting out soft snores, his curls spread across his pillow. I smiled when I realised how carefree he looked. Even though I could not see those deep beautiful eyes.

Stop simping over him, Isra…okay, be a sane person first then you can stare all you want.

I gently opened the comforter, all set to place it on him…when his eyes opened. The shock made me drop the comforter on him with a thud.

‘Oh shit!’ I clutched my chest.

Shahzaib frowned, ‘What happened?’

‘You scared me…I was just coming to put a blanket on you,’ I said shakily.

Realising how silly it was, a smile spread on his face, ‘I wasn’t sleeping.’

‘You were snoring.’

‘Half-sleeping then.’ Noticing that I was not amused, he quickly added, ‘I am sorry.’

‘Not your fault,’ I huffed.

Shahzaib looked at my face intently, the warm glow of the night light reflecting off his eyes, ‘Didn’t you sleep?’

‘No,’ I shook my head. ‘I couldn’t.’

‘Its past midnight, Isra,’ he said gently, as if he was the only adult in the room. ‘If you don’t sleep you’ll be tired in the morning. And if you and I both know how your stomach behaves when you haven’t slept enough.’

‘Shahzaib. I understand what you’re saying, but I am not a child,’ I told him. ‘I’ll be okay.’

‘Isra—’

‘Just please!’ I exclaimed louder than I intended to, causing him to flinch. Realising how harsh it must have sounded I sighed, ‘Sorry. Its just…’

‘What’s the matter?’ He asked me, taking my hand gently and hesitantly in his.

‘I was just reflecting on everything that happened in the morning. Its crazy how I always did everything for them and yet was considered wrong…whereas you…’ I stopped speaking.

‘Me what?’ He coaxed me, ‘You know you can tell me anything.’

Honestly I did not know how he would react to my next words. No point in stopping now, he would make me say it anyway.

‘I chose to leave you for them and they still made it a point to make me feel horrible about my “mistake”.’ I made sure he could hear the air quotes. ‘You continued to fight for me, went to great lengths and pains whereas I asked you to stay away from me…all for them. That never stopped them from reminding me of the “crime” I had committed. This went on even after I got engaged…’ I stopped once again noticing Shahzaib’s nostrils flair in anger and pain.

‘And then…even after everything you did…you still went through hell to make sure I could reconcile with my family? Why?’

‘Because I love you.’ He said simply.

‘But then why send me to them if you love me?’ I asked him. ‘You do realise how they were treating me. Or would have treated me.’

‘Isra, if it were upto me I would never let you go back to any of them unless they apologised,’ Shahzaib said. His eyes were reflecting tremendous amounts of agony. ‘I don’t care what they did to me or said about me…if I cannot tolerate anybody crossing the line when it comes to you, be it your own family members.’

I moved closer to him, his hand still in mine. ‘Why?’ My voice broke. ‘Why go to such lengths?’

He let out a soft laugh, a throaty sound, and rested his forehead against mine, ‘You already know why. Because I love you.’

‘And that’s enough?’ I asked him, closing my eyes.

‘I was ready to spend the rest of my life with only the thought of loving you. It was more than enough…to give you what you wanted…’ he whispered. ‘Isra, do you remember what I told you on the day we got married?’

My mind went back to that day. I hardly remembered anything except for…

‘You wouldn’t be able to take it…if anyone else touched me…or loved me…’

‘Yes…and I still cannot…but just for the sake of your happiness…even if it meant going away from me…’

‘…and being with someone else?’

‘A quicker death for me then…’

My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his tears fall on my hand. ‘Shahz—’

‘I am sorry, I truly am,’ he continued. ‘I never meant for you to lose your father…I never meant to do what I did with the gun. I just…I lost all perspective…I should not have done anyth—’

‘If anything,’ I interrupted. ‘The people around us are to be blamed too.’ I moved my face upwards so that our noses were touching.

‘Isra,’ Shahzaib tried moving behind but I had a way too tight grip on his hand, holding him in place. ‘What are you doing?’

‘It’s not like we haven’t done this before.’ I moved closer to him.

His breath fanned my face, ‘You know what this means.’

‘It means,’ my lips brushed against his. ‘That I accept your apology.’ I moved and let our lips connect into a kiss.

That was all the confirmation he needed. Before I knew it I was swept across the bed, into his arms as his lips moved gently against mine. My fingers found home in his locks while his hands were alternating between the small of my back and my hair, deepening the kiss. His lips were soft just as I remembered, but the emotions were startlingly different. He was not kissing me with the fear of losing me like he previously used to. No, this time he was owning upto every emotion. His actions were clearly showing where I belonged, how much he had wanted me to be his.

All of this had reignited all my feelings in a matter of seconds. I was back to being the old Isra, Shahzaib’s Isra. And I was not leaving this time, no matter what happens. Now, it just did not seem enough. And that was because I knew we were much more than an in-love couple who were sneaking around. Who was to stop us now? We were man and wife after all.

Manoeuvring myself, I started to tug at his tee now, trying to find a way to get closer to him. My shaking fingers moved under the flimsy fabric of the cloth, for the first time running across the soft skin of his back. He let out a throaty sound, pulling away from me.

‘Isra,’ he groaned because my mouth had started moving south. ‘You do know there’s no going back if this happens.’

‘I am not a child, Shahzaib.’ Stopping my actions, I turned my face to look at him, ‘I know what I want.’

He held my face in his hand, as if I were made of glass, ‘Are you sure?’

I nodded, pushing the fabric of his T-shirt upwards, ‘I love you.’

Shahzaib’s eyes lit up, a huge beam on his face. He kissed me again excitedly, unable to hide his immense happiness. It looked like he forgot all about his injuries as he spun me round and round. I squealed softly, hiding my face in the crook of his neck, him asking me to repeat those words again and again.

‘Shahzaib put me down!’ I exclaimed.

He finally did, staring at me, eyes full of love, making me weak in the knees.

‘You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world,’ he said softly, stroking my cheek. ‘Thank you.’

I went on my top toes and put my arms around his neck, ‘No need to thank me…now where were we?’

‘What has happened to you?’ He chuckled, placing his lips on my forehead.

‘I can’t do it anymore, stay away from you,’ I said, burying my face in the crook of his neck.

‘But you are a 100% sure?’

‘Damn it Shahzaib I’ll walk out of the room right now!’ I pulled away and walked haughtily towards the door. But he pulled me against him quickly, my back pressed against his front, his arms around me.

‘So impatient,’ he whispered in my ear, nearly causing my knees to buckle. ‘I don’t want to do anything you will regret in the morning. I’ve hurt you a lot…never again.’

‘You won’t hurt me,’ I told him. Shahzaib turned me around to look into my eyes for even a small glimpse of hesitation. When there was none, he moved to draw the curtains, which in turn made the warm glow of the night light even more prominent. My heart sped up in my chest. This was it. There was no going back.

It was a matter of minutes before I was back in his arms, kissing him as if my life depended on it, pushing his T-shirt over his head, running my hands on every inch of his skin. His reactive moans were music to my ears as he gently reciprocated the gesture and led us to the bed. I closed my eyes as he moved south. I was sensitive, his effect on me was contagious. Shahzaib was everywhere, making me gasp and whisper his name every second. I tried to turn us over, but he would not have it.

‘Not tonight Isra…tonight’s all about you…’ Was all he said.

His scent was invading my senses, his taste was on my tongue and his name became a chant. The passion in the atmosphere was overwhelming but I never wanted him to stop. Nothing really mattered anymore, even if I was loud. I could give a damn to be honest. The man of my dreams, the love of my life was here with me, holding me, loving me, cherishing me. And I could have not asked for anything more.

The rest of the night was magical, beyond what I had imagined it to be. We were a writhing mess in the sheets. Layer by layer, we became more and more vulnerable to each other. The good kind of vulnerability. When the moment finally arrived, Shahzaib was so very careful. His eyes were full of tears, just like mine, as he kissed my face, trying his level best not to hurt me. Our movements were in unison as my nails found home on the length of his back, the pain replaced by pleasure. I was bound to leave marks on him.

Finally, he pulled me into his arms as he laid on his back. I pulled the comforter to help me cuddle him more.

‘Thank you,’ Shahzaib said. His body was glistening with sweat, his soft pants making me smile. ‘Thank you for truly being mine. I know you are not open to expressing yourself yet…but still, thank you.’

I blushed hard, kissing him gently, ‘Thank you for fighting for us.’

He took in my disheveled appearance which I did not even bother covering up. ‘I feel I am dreaming.’

‘If you were dreaming, would I be feeling cold?’ I teased him. But it was true, the AC temperature was making me shiver. The lack of clothes and lots of sweat did not help either. Shahzaib rolled his eyes and got off the bed, earning a protest from me. ‘Hey! No leaving!’

‘I am getting you something to wear,’ he chuckled. ‘Don’t want you to fall sick tonight.’

‘But I like this.’ I surprised him with my statement. ‘I can feel more of you.’

Shahzaib’s eyes twinkled as he put on a pair of briefs and got me a cotton night dress from the cupboard, ‘Baby you are going to feel much more of me now onwards.’

‘Really?’ I looked at the colour of my night wear, rolling my eyes. White. ‘How very apt,’ I commented.

‘Colours don’t really signify how I see you. For me you’ll always be my innocent rose.’

My heart.

‘You’re not wearing a tee,’ I commanded as I put on the article of clothing.

Shahzaib shook his head and got under the covers, ‘No ma’am. You forget I know you better than you know yourself. And by the way, your stomach will act up in the morning.’

I noticed the clock, it was 3 am. ‘Absolutely worth it,’ I announced.

‘Given your levels of dopamine, I doubt anything will happen though.’

‘Hehehe,’ I mimicked the meme laugh and threw my arms around him, resting my head on his chest. He started to stroke my hair and hum a lullaby, his deep voice making my eyes shut. I chose not to fight the urge to sleep. Nothing felt more right than being cradled in Shahzaib’s arms. And it would continue to feel right as the years go by.

A small smile on my face, I welcomed sleep. The last thing I heard was Shahzaib whispering in my ear.

‘I love you.’

New AT mubarak ho🤗 my sweet girls 🤗

I will respond to all pending posts, by tomorrow, since caught up with work today😭 might even miss the episode today, but kal se back to being super active here❤️

Tagging the rest of you for the OS posted in the previous post 😳

Originally posted by: -FreeLancer-

New AT mubarak ho🤗 my sweet girls 🤗

I will respond to all pending posts, by tomorrow, since caught up with work today😭 might even miss the episode today, but kal se back to being super active here❤️

Don't worry darling, make it here whenever you can 🤗🤗

Work comes first, even our hero says so 😉😆

Whatever or however i praise you will be so less for your efforts bro. First of all thankyou for writing all this up.

No doubt it was worth the wait. ❤️

I blushed reading all of it. And this is exactly how we want story proceeds in tonight’s episodes. No wonder jitne marzi fool and gardens bag bageeche dikhado, we know how and what to imagine🤣.

Very beautifully written. Loved it, have already read three times. 👏

You are literally living shahzaib, i know it was isra pov but shahzaib being shahzaib i would say nothing else (blushing completely).

And such a good timing of posting this today before the episode, i am super excited for tonight’s episode now 😆

Fingers crossed

@Ashley.tisdale

Oh my! What have you done? 😆

I kept blushing all the way till the end 🤣

You really are so talented. You have a way with words, it makes us imagine things as if we were seeing them. ☺️

Cant thank you enough for that 😆🤗

Will read again and highlight more 😳

https://www.instagram.com/p/CShimRBIn32/?utm_medium=copy_link

I came accross this meme in the morning 🤣

Bandook hatake bhopu lagadiya shahzaib ke muh pe

Idk i found this funny 😆