Dhang ka review chodhna, main 3:30 am tak likh rahi thi! 😆
This is the "taare ginne wala" scene, but with a twist. Because Isra choses to open her mouth and get rid of all the MUs, then our babies make up awww 🥺🥺
Naah, this one's really hot, so...enjoy ☺️🤣
I shall proof read in the morning and correct any errors 😆
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Shahzaib sat across me, silently sipping the coffee I made. There was a slight smile on his otherwise stressed face, a sign he liked the brew. I waited for him to say something, anything about what happened today. But all I got was silence. It was deafening.
Was this the same Shahzaib who was oh-so grateful for our mended relationship? The same man who had held me to himself like I was the most precious jewel? How could he behave this way?
I heard him clear his throat, making my heart flutter. He was finally going to speak!
But my heart dropped immediately as I heard the words that left his mouth.
‘Nimra’s really disturbed. I detested everything about her till yesterday, but I realised today she is in a lot of pain,’ he said, running circles on the rim of the cup. ‘I myself cannot forget the pain I felt when you said you are going to marry Haaris. Those were agony-filled days…and it looks like Nimra is going through the same phase.’ My nostrils flared as the anger bubbled inside me but Shahzaib did not see that. ‘This is a very painful time in anyone’s life.’
My breathing was louder than usual, head pounding. I pressed my nails inside a pillow to keep me from causing a scene. Shahzaib continued to sip on his coffee. No way was he going to apologise for his behaviour.
Knowing that my anger will cause a bigger scene, I got off the sofa to go change.
‘Where are you going?’ He asked me, puzzled.
‘To change and sleep,’ I said simply.
‘Its still early, we can talk.’
I turned to look at him, ‘Does it look like I want to talk?’ I raised my eyebrow.
Shahzaib stood up, keeping the cup of coffee aside, ‘Isra what’s wrong?’
‘Do you men dumb down after sex?’ My retort caught him off guard. ‘Or are you done treating me like a princess, now that we’ve done the deed?’
‘What are you talking about?’ He held my right hand gently. Bringing my wrist upto his face, he kissed the base softly. ‘You know what you mean to me.’
I jerked my hand away, ignoring the flutters in my belly. ‘Buzz off. You got a wife, got your family back and now another girl’s hitting on you. Works brilliantly for you right?’
His eyes widened at my sudden movements. Moving a step closer, he tried to pull me into his arms, ‘Baby that’s not what I mean—’
‘Shut up.’ I told him sharply. ‘Enough.’
Without waiting for his response, I stormed to the wardrobe, pulling out the cotton blue nightdress and marching into the bathroom. Once the door was locked and the tap was open to block all sounds, I let the tears finally flow. My face turned red as I discarded my worn clothes and put on new ones. My heart ached while I splashed cold water on my face. He had no idea of the way everyone was treating me, how much of bullshit I tolerated because of him. And yet, after everything, he was being cold to me? Siding with the woman who not only attacked me, but wanted him? Was he that stupid, could he not see it?
Sniffling and wiping my face now, making sure the swelling from the aftermath of crying subsided, I made my way out, ignoring Shahzaib standing in front of me. Using my hair as a shield, I quickly went to the dressing table, brushing the tangles out of my hair. I was too disturbed to do my skincare routine.
Shahzaib had changed as well, out of the blue tee to a more comfortable black vest. He was noticing all my actions. I put my phone on charge and got under the covers, hiding my face. I had to be strong, he could not see me shed any more tears.
I felt the bed weigh down as Shahzaib climbed in, under the duvet. My eyes closed harshly when I felt him put his arm around my waist, pulling me to him, my back against his chest.
‘Isra?’ He whispered in my ear. ‘What’s the matter?’
‘Shahzaib if I have to spell everything out for you, then there is legit no point.’ I resisted his attempts to turn me towards him. But that was futile. Soon enough we were lying facing each other, he stroking my cheek, coaxing me to say something. ‘Shahzaib, I was here to fix things with you, to put everything behind and to clear your doubts. And what did you do?’
‘Bring up Nimra. I am so sorry.’
‘No Shahzaib. It is not about sorry anymore. That woman has attacked me multiple times and even after knowing that you are sympathising with her?’
‘Multiple times?’ His frown deepened. ‘Just the once near the pool?’
I laughed dryly, ‘No. The hospital when you were admitted, the pool, and today in the morning she tried to strangle me.’
‘What?’ His voice got dangerously low. ‘She did that?’
‘Go ask people! Ask Sameera!’ I hopped out of bed. ‘Oh wait a minute…they will all lie! Just like your mom did today!’
‘My mother—’
‘No Shahzaib not today,’ I felt my voice cracking as the tears spilled down my cheeks. ‘You don’t believe me when I say the truth. They lied to you, all of them. I know nobody wanted me in this house, so they are nice to me in front of you and mean to me when you are not around.’
‘That’s crazy,’ Shahzaib shook his head, getting out of bed too. He moved close to me but I maintained a one-arm distance.
‘You listen to me,’ I said, wiping my nose. ‘I had told your mom when I left the house. She lied to you. I did not call Haaris, he was already there when I arrived. I don’t give two f**ks about the guy, but he saved my mother’s life and all I tried to do was not be indebted to him, so I decided to be civil and offer him a cup of coffee from my mother’s house, not ours. I know he is mentally unstable and you know why? Because he turned up on the night we stopped for ice cream and asked me to get back with him.’
‘You never told me this?!’ Shahzaib was tugging at his curls now, his breathing laboured.
‘Of course I did not!’ I wailed. ‘Because I am scared Shahzaib! I am scared someone will come between the two of us and take you away from me. I am scared I will be alone for the rest of my life living with your memories while you are forced to get into this marriage alliance with your psycho of a cousin. And I am f**king scared that my brother, seeing my trauma after you leave me, will tie me to the one man I cannot imagine my life with, let alone him touching me!’
I backed against the wall, still crying and shaking, ‘I lost my world the day my father died, Shahzaib. And I have been trying to rebuild it with you ever since. But these people keep coming in the middle! Tell me one thing, did my brother threaten you after that day?’
Shahzaib shook his head.
‘Did my mother?’
He shook his head again.
‘Then why don’t you get it? They are truly working on making amends and it is the opposite scenario here!’
I ended up becoming a bumbling mess, making in-comprehensive sentences and muttering gibberish, with my eyes and nose flowing. Shahzaib just walked upto me and pulled me into his arms, into a bone crushing hug. I cried harder as my hands wrapped themselves around his wide torso, his black vest soaked with my tears. My nose was runny but I could not care less as I buried my face into his chest. His hands were stroking my hair, whispering soft nothings in my ear, asking me to calm down. Finally my legs gave away but instead of falling on the ground, I found myself being held up by strong arms.
My legs wrapped around Shahzaib’s waist as I hiccuped, not wanting to let go. I know he would not feel an ounce of pain from my hold, but I tried the best I could.
‘I am sorry,’ he said, pain filled in his voice. ‘I am so so so sorry, Isra…forgive me. I had no idea about all this. Had I known…’
‘Didn’t tell you because you had just patched things up with everyone…’
‘You’re the only one who matters, Isra. I swear…’
‘And then that b**ch,’ I ranted on. ‘Drops the cup in front of you.’
He pulled away so that he could see my face, ‘How did you know?’
‘Let’s say there are still some people in the house who like me.’
‘Who?’ He asked me, still in the same embrace as before.
‘Never you mind. I have my allies to help me out here.’ I ran my fingers in his hair. My voice dropped an octave, ‘She wants you.’
‘But I don’t.’ He said earnestly. ‘Never have, never will.’
‘She still tries,’ I said. ‘What if she becomes successful?’
‘Hey hey hey,’ he coaxed me. ‘Never okay? The only woman I want and love is right here in my arms. There will never be anyone else.’
I let out a hysterical giggle, resting my forehead against his. But it went as soon as it came. ‘What if they force you?’ I whispered. ‘All of them?’
‘They can try whatever they want but they forget one thing.’
‘What is that?’
‘I am yours.’
My breath hitched at the back of my throat, ‘You’re mine.’
‘Yes, you know it.’ He said, all the pain and sadness gone from his eyes, now replaced with tenderness and love.
‘You’re mine.’ I felt a surge of power through my veins, filling me with incredible warmth.
Something snapped in my brain and I started to plant kisses all over his face, everywhere except his mouth.
‘Mine’
Forehead
‘Mine’
Eyes
‘Mine’
Nose
‘Mine’
Chin
‘Mine mine mine mine!’
All over his cheeks and jawline. I was so busy that I did not notice him lowering me to the bed, making me lay down. When my head hit the soft silk material of the pillowcase, I mustered all my strength to pull Shahzaib on me, sealing our lips together.
The kiss was hungry, self-control lost as I pawed at him. He did not stop me for once when I turned us over. He did not utter a single word when I ripped off his clothes, the expensive material ruined to shreds. Nor did he ask me to slow down when my mouth ran all over him. Every noise he made, every time he tried to touch me, I made sure to stop him. Because tonight, I was in charge.
I used up all the internet knowledge I had picked up during the evening today, making him get louder by every second. A triumphant smirk spread across my face, seeing him be so putty in my hands. His curls spread across the pillow wildly, torso marked by my teeth, bruises on his neck for the world to see and his voice reaching every corner of the house. As I marvelled my creation, I took off the flimsy night dress, flinging it to the ground.
Finally, I knew I could not take it and let him hold me as we connected intimately, me on top. We were both groaning out loud, letting the entire world know unabashedly what was going on behind closed doors. Sweat dripped off me, my pants getting louder. I was losing coordination but Shahzaib had finally reached his limit.
Within a matter of seconds, I was flat on my back, legs around him as he moved rapidly. My hands found home in his hair, tugging hard as I could, unable to control my screams. The veins in his neck were prominently bulging, as he growled my name loudly in my ear. In a couple of minutes we came undone together, a sweaty mess, still clinging to each other, not bothering to get off and clean up.
‘Oh my…’ I panted while Shahzaib kissed me.
‘I know,’ he said, his mouth still on mine. I gave in immediately, hugging him tightly. Finally, he pulled away and stroked my hair, staring deep into my eyes.
‘What?’ I asked him, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
He clicked his tongue, ‘Nu-uh. You aren’t shying away after what you just pulled off.’
‘Just marking what’s mine.’
‘Really? Jealous?’ He smirked at me.
‘Nope. For jealousy there has to be some substance in the third person involved. And you are mine, so I am just possessive.’
‘My my, where was this Isra my whole life?’ He combed my hair with his fingers as I rested my head on his chest.
‘She was waiting to be your wife,’ I grinned.
‘Now she is…and she’ll be so forever.’ I felt him press a kiss on my forehead. We stayed that way for a couple of minutes until Shahzaib broke the silence, ‘Tomorrow after I am done with work, I’ll pick you from your mother’s and we’re going to the other house.’
‘Why?’ I asked him, confusion lacing my voice.
‘You will tell me everything that has happened so far and we’re moving out.’
‘What the heck?’
‘Isra, I am not losing you over some stupid misunderstandings created by anyone. I had promised you, anyone who comes between us is in grave trouble.’
‘What about your family?’
‘You are my family now. We’re moving out, baby. End of discussion.’
I propped myself on my elbow, looking at his handsome face, ‘Are we going to find out who is doing all this?’
‘Trust me, I am already on it,’ he grinned at me. ‘Come on now, lets get some sleep.’
The sky had would start to lighten in some time. I cuddled into him, feeling his breath fanning in my hair. The last thing I felt was a smile when I whispered ‘I love you’ to him.
We had gotten through the worst situations, we could get through this.
Edited by Ashley.Tisdale - 3 years ago
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