Heylo people! Wrote this in 30 minutes so don't know how well it has turned out to be. Need your comments. And yes, I'm not sure if reader's discretion is advised. Just read it according to your will. Anyway, I'm sure no one would listen even if I put a warning! 🤣
Enjoy! 😃
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Ahhh sweet revenge! That's what she had in mind. And just as she was busy formulating a plan to get her revenge on Asad Ahmed Khan, her husband, she found exactly what she needed to pull it off. His favorite Superman Boxers! She grinned an evil smile and decided to put her plan into action. She was going to bring him down.
"Zoya!" She heard him call her from the washroom.
"Yes?" She replied in a sugar coated tone.
"Babe just pass me the towel!" He extended his hand from the half open bathroom door and waited the material to meet his fingers or rather another prank by Zoya. Last night he had played a prank on her by calling her from an unknown number all night sleeping right next to her! As soon as she would pick up he would cut the call. He had informed her in the morning that it was him who had bugged her to no end the previous night. But she seemed okay with it. No anger, no nakhras and no abusing. He was surprised.
And surprised yet again as he took the towel he was being handed over. He wanted her to pull a prank on him in the washroom because he knew that would be so so hot! But then again, he was disappointed.
He came out of the washroom to see it empty. He realized she was down preparing breakfast. Anyway they had shifted from his Ammi's place and were staying separately in a new bungalow so she managed most of the household chores all alone.
He glanced at the calendar and saw it was Sunday. His favorite day. The day he would wear his favorite Superman Boxers and roam all day. It was like a tradition for him. Every Sunday he would put them on, hoping Zoya wouldn't notice. But he was wrong and still in the dark because Zoya had figured that he wore this particular piece of clothing every Sunday. He went to his drawer, picked up the boxers and put it on. He stood in front of the mirror and stared at his handsome physique. Allah had made him so desirable. He grinned from ear to ear and wore his khaki shorts leaving his chest bare and ran down for breakfast.
Zoya noticed her husband entering the dinning hall and tried to suppress her smile. She saw the red border of his boxers under his shorts. He was hot, no matter what. But revenge was revenge.
"So you're not pissed about last night right?" He asked her as she placed the omlet and bread in front of him.
"Of course not sweetheart!" She ruffled his hair softly as he breathed a sigh of relief.
He hugged her waist and rest his head there. Closing his eyes, he took in her scent.
"You're the best! I love you!" He mouthed to her.
Zoya smiled genuinely. No matter how much they fought, played pranks on each other, etc., he would still be the Asad she had fallen in love with three years ago at a mutual friend's Wedding Reception.
"I love you too Asad. Have breakfast now!" She said pulling away. He groaned and picked up his fork but let out a screech the next second.
"Holy shit! Shit shit shit! I'm so sorry baby!" Zoya whined for an apology. She had dropped the cup of tea on his lap, purposely, if I may add.
"Relax it's alright! I'll go get it cleaned." Asad got up from his chair and went to the washroom only to be followed by a curious Zoya.
Asad entered the washroom and took off his shorts. He noticed that his boxers were wet too. So he took that off as well, though very disappointedly. He hadn't shut the door because they weren't used to it. Nothing to hide from each other.
He put the towel around his waist and came out to put on his boxers but found them missing. Scratching his head he took a slow view of the room. They were still missing.
"Looking for this Mr.Khan?" Zoya smiled holding up his boxers in her hand.
Asad stood there stunned. Had she really stolen his favorite Superman Boxers?! His shock replaced his love for his boxers and he moved towards her to grab hold of it as she moved around.
"Zoya. Just give it back to me!" He said in a soft yet angry tone.
"Uh-hu! You're favorite Superman boxers go in the garbage today!" She smiled victoriously.
"What?!! NO! Don't!" Asad screamed out aloud.
"Really? Why?" She giggled and asked him.
"Ummm..I..errmmm..actually-"
"You love 'em, don't you?"
"It's nothing like that, just give it back!" He said trying to hold his towel in place.
"Liar liar pants on fire! Oh sorry! I forgot I have your pants!" She laughed like a maniac at her own joke as Asad muttered under his breath.
"Zoya please!" He joined his hands in front of her and the moment he did that, he felt a cool gush of air in his lower region. As realization struck him, he looked down. His towel was now on the floor and Zoya was staring at him blatantly.
"WOW! Aren't you hot?" Zoya eyed his nude structure with a smirk. She knew her shameless remarks would embarrass him to no end.
Asad picked up the towel and just as he was about to cover himself, a thought struck his mind. He was going to throw her trick right back at her. He let the towel the towel slip through his fingers and starting walking towards Zoya. Zoya who was busy laughing, noticed him walking towards her, all nude. Her laughter washed off as the sexual tension took over them.
She backed off from him as he kept coming closer.
"W..what are you..doing?" She asked nervously as she was stopped by a wall behind her.
He came closer and held her wrists above her head, trapping her petite figure against his manly one. She felt his deliberate thrusts over her clothes and she writhe under his hold. Having achieved the wanted result, Asad moved away from her and picked up his boxers which had fallen out of her hands. He smirked and put them on as he saw Zoya open her eyes, highly embarrassed.
"So what were you saying? My favorite Superman boxers ehhh?"
"I..have to go!" She tried to make a run for it but was pulled back with a force that she landed on the bed with him.
"Not so soon Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan." He trailed his finger down her face and throat.
"Asad..breakfast..office.." She spoke broken words as she tried to breath.
"It's Sunday. No office. Just you and me. All alone." He whispered dangerously close to her lips as she breathed out.
He let one hand go under her shirt, caressing her waist softly and the other to the other side grabbing the black silk blanket as he covered them under the mattress and what happened under it is not something I am very keen on elaborating. I leave the rest to your wicked imagination!
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Just something that came spontaneously. Hope it wasn't that bad! Likes and comments please. 😊
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