I couldn't believe myself, that I got hit by the idea of continuing this OS, and suddenly just like that ended up writing the second part of the OS, which I left incomplete in Page No.7, I hope you all like this feeble attempt of romance and give your love and appreciation to this, just like you did to my previous installment. Thank You.
Continued...
Sanam ran out of the room as fast as her feet could carry her. This time Sanam told Lateef to give the Coffee to his Dear Aahil Baba. During Sehri, Sanam avoided making any eye contacts with him and after that Sanam hid herself in kitchen refusing to come out until Aahil left for office. Later in the evening Begum Sahiba beckoned Sanam to her room and gave her a beautiful Royal Blue Anarkali Suit with Red Duppatta and told her to wear this Suit in particular for the Eid Celebration. Sanam thanked Begum Sahiba as she was about to leave the room, Begum Sahiba called her back and gave her Pearl White Sherwani with Blue stole, for Aahil and to tell him to wear this for tomorrow's function. Sanam replied in assertive and came back to her room. Sanam requested Fathima Bi to serve dinner to Aahil, when he returns and she went to sleep in order to avoid Aahil.
Next day the whole Towel Incident was long forgotten as Sanam was totally engrossed in the Eid Celebration and was busy decorating the house as Ibrahims were going to entertain very prestigious guest from all over the country, and Sanam didn't want to provide even single opportunity to the guests to complain about the arrangements. She herself supervised the Decorations, Seating Arrangements and the Menu and even tasted the food and only after she gave Thumps Up, the food was allowed to be served to the Guests. Sanam added her special touch by making 'Punjab mein World Famous Pudine Ki Chutney' and instructed the waiters to serve it along with Biryani.
Sanam would have continued working if not for Asma who literally dragged Sanam from there and told her to get ready as the function was about to start in an hour and soon Guests would start arriving, and they all would be particularly asking for Her and Aahil as they are not only 'Newly Wedded Couple' but also the 'New Nawab and Begum of Bhopal.' Sanam understood the gravity of the situation and went to her room in order to get ready for the Function. Just as Sanam entered the room, Fathima Bi called out asking Sanam for clothes to be given for Laundry. Sanam checked the Laundry Bag and saw that it was mostly filled with her clothes alone. As the clothes fabric was rich in design with sequins and beads, it required Delicate Wash. Sanam gave away all her clothes for Dry Cleaning. Begum Sahiba wanted Sanam to wear only best clothes. As a result Sanam's wardrobe was very minimal consisted only 14-15 sets of clothes, rest of the clothes were to arrive by next week from Mumbai, the special made to order clothes of latest design and fashion as per Begum Sahiba's instruction. Lateef made sure that Sanam donated all her old clothes to the Orphanage, and have none of that hideously gaudy clothes that would remind everyone of her previous status of being an ordinary cook of the house.
Sanam took a quick shower and wore the Royal Blue Anarkali, paired it up with beautiful matching Jewellery, with subtle yet classy make-up and tousled hair with center parting. As soon as Sanam finished dressing up, she entered the main hall where the function was about to start shortly, Asma saw Sanam and complimented her generously. Khala who was standing nearby got jealous seeing Sanam wearing such expensive dress and decided to spoil it for her. Just then Khala saw a waiter coming up with a tray of silver goblets filled with water. Khala assumed it to be Juice and extended her leg making the waiter trip and stumble, splashing the water all over Sanam making her dress sodden wet. Waiter apologized profusely, Sanam smiled and assured him that it's fine and asked him to clean up the mess. Sanam thanked her stars, as it was only water, had it been juice or any other beverage it would have been highly impossible to remove the strain from the dress which was of very delicate fabric with heavy decoration. But Sanam was not all that lucky, b'cos as it is the Anarkali which Sanam adorned was heavy with all the rich work of Zardosi, but after getting wet, it weighted a ton. Asma adviced Sanam to use Hair Dryer to dry her clothes. Sanam entered the room and started looking for fresh pair of clothes to change into, but then she remembered that she gave away all her clothes in laundry, including the one which she was wearing since morning before the shower. Sanam smacked her forehead with her palm. "How stupid of me, now what am I gonna do?? I can't remain in this wet sopping dress weighting atleast a ton." Sanam suddenly got an idea, she decided to wear one of Aahil's clothes while she dried her Suit with the Dryer.
Sanam tried opening the Closet, but the darn thing just won't open. It seemed that Aahil has locked up his closet. Sanam was fidgeting with her Dupatta getting all tensed, when suddenly her eyes fell on Aahil's Sherwani Set, which consisted of Salwar and a light weighted Kurta to be worn under the Sherwani. She immediately changed into Aahil's Kurta and started working on drying her Anarkali Suit, and fervently praying for Aahil not to come anywhere near the room, until she has changed back into her clothes. But it seemed that all her prayers were getting rejected, because just then she heard foot steps approaching towards the room. As Aahil was about to enter the room Begum Sahiba called his name, which made Aahil stop in his track. Tanveer made her way towards Aahil as Aahil extended his hand to help out his Ammi, Tanveer groped him and sighed in a disappointing manner and said "What is this Aahil Beta, you are still not ready?? Guests would be arriving any minute." "Yes Ammi, I was about to go to my room to get ready, Don't worry I will get ready in a jiffy." "Ok Beta." Tanveer smiled. As Aahil turned around to open the door Tanveer again called out for him "Aahil Beta, please wear the Sherwani which I have selected for you in particular for this occasion." "Ji Ammi." Aahil replied with a smile. Sanam was hiding behind the door and was listening to the whole conversation and was hyper-ventilating. She did not knew what to do. Before she could contemplate the situation Aahil entered the room and closed the door behind him.
Not being aware of Sanam's presence in the room, he started stripping, for the shower, Sanam was in dilemma weather to let Aahil know of her presence in the room or not. Just when Aahil was about to strip down his Jeans, Sanam shouted out "STOP!!" then clapped her hands to her mouth in shock. Aahil was shocked and confused to see Sanam standing in the corner looking frightened, he got concerned and closed the distance between them in two strides and asked her in half-amazed and half-exasperated tone. "Why did you shout out so loudly?? Are you hurt or something?!" Just then Aahil noticed the clothes Sanam was wearing and asked in a confused tone. "Why the hell are you wearing my Kurta?? Are you trying to start some latest trend by wearing Men's Kurta??!!" Sanam seemed to be frozen in that posture. This infuriated Aahil and he whisper shouted "For God's Sake would you take off your hand from your mouth and speak something?!!" Just as Sanam removed her hand from her mouth, 'Plunk', both saw the buttons of Kurta getting tangled between the bangles, coming undone and fell on the floor."Great, Just great!! Not only you spoiled the crease of my Kurta, but also succeeded in breaking the buttons, Do you realize that I was suppose to wear this Kurta for the Function, which would be starting in few minutes??!!" Aahil said in an exasperated tone, trying to control his temper "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to spoil your Kurta, it's just that, water fell on my Suit and I was trying to blow dry it. I needed something to wear, but all my clothes are in laundry and your cupboard was locked. Your Kurta was the only option." Sanam said in a low tone, while tears were streaming down her eyes.
Aahil's face softened seeing her in tears and he tried consoling her by cupping her face in his hands, wiping off her tears and said "It's ok, no big deal, just have to stitch back the buttons and the Kurta is as good as new." "But I don't know how to stitch buttons. It's Haya's field of expertise. I don't even know how to insert the thread in needle's eye." Saying this Sanam again started crying. Aahil held her firmly by the shoulder and said "Don't worry, I know how to stitch buttons, so stop crying." Sanam was surprised to hear this. Before she could say something Aahil got the sewing kit from the drawer and signaled Sanam to come closer to him, in order to stitch back the buttons on the Kurta. Sanam shyly but firmly closed the distance between them and stood in closer proximity, enabling Aahil to do his job. Just when Aahil got hold of the lapel of the Kurta, his fingers slightly caressed the delicate skin of Sanam, which invoked the feeling of undercurrent in both, and to top that Aahil shirtless, displaying his magnificent Torso was making Sanam breathless and was giving her High.
She was again reminded of her expletive dream about Aahil, which made her go red in face. In order to divert her attention, she questioned Aahil "H-ow co-me, I mean wh-y did you learn to stitch buttons?!" Aahil's expressions became rigid and thoughtful as though contemplating weather to answer the question or not, but then going against his better judgement he said in a sheepish tone "Well, as you know before getting married to you, I was in numerous casual relationships, which led to intimacy quite a few times and during the process, some girls had the tendency to go wild and they would try to rip off my shirt, during which the buttons would come off. At first I would simply discard the shirt, but as it started happening quite often, which resulted in me loosing some of my favourite shirts. Then I thought of telling Lateef to mend my shirts, but telling Lateef something is equivalent to broadcasting on BBC, so I took it upon myself to learn how to mend the shirts. I saw some of the tutorial videos on YouTube and gave it a try, at first I was kinda crass, but with persistent practice and patience I mastered the art of stitching the button." Listening to this Sanam's face fell in dejection.
She was almost regretting asking this question. A sudden pang of jealousy was arousing in the pit of her stomach which was making her squirm in discomfort which resulted in Aahil's finger getting pricked by the needle. Sanam felt apologetic listening to Aahil's sudden scream and seeing the droplet of blood oozing out of Aahil's finger. She sucked Aahil's finger out of concern and then suddenly jerked it away, as she realized the reason behind her motion which resulted in Aahil getting pricked. 'Served him right'!!! Sanam thought in her mind. "Sanam, please come closer, or else how would I stitch the button?" saying this Aahil warped his hand around Sanam's waist and pulled her closer to him. But Sanam who was seething in jealousy was in no mood and tried getting away from his grasp and said "My Suit must have dried off, I will go to Bathroom and change back in my clothes and I will give you your Kurta back, then you can continue stitching back the buttons leisurely." Aahil was no fool, he was able to decipher Sanam's expressions and knew what she was thinking and asked point blank "Are you by any chance getting jealous listening to the flings of my past??" Sanam was taken aback by surprise at first, but then she composed herself and tried saying in a casual tone "No, why should I be?? So you had adventurous life, filled with casual relationships and one-night stands, where girls used to throw themselves at you like Literally and tore off your shirts, well I can't blame them, as you do possess a magnificent Torso, which would excite them and drive them to do such wild things why.."
Aahil cut in her convo. trying to come clean "Oh, come on Sanam, it was the thing of my past, i.e., before marriage as I already said, no need to make a big issue out of this.." Aahil tried explaining to her in exasperated tone, but suddenly reeled in Sanam's last sentence and was brimming with joy "Did you just compliment me of possessing a magnificent Torso??"
If not for the fact that Sanam was already blushing, these words made her burst in flames, she was turning beet red with each passing moment, if it was ever possible. Sanam was horrified at the slip of her tongue. She made a grave mistake of letting out her feelings, blinded by her emotions for the man who probably hates her. Tears started streaming from Sanam's eyes as she was mentally slapping her for her sheer stupidity. Aahil hooked his finger below Sanam's chin and inclined her face, while Sanam closed her eyes, unable to look at him. "Please look at me Sanam, and answer my question." Sanam did not oblige, Aahil once again persisted "Sanam , I said look at me"! this time with mild anger straining his voice. Sanam jerked off his finger and said in anger "What do you wanna know?? What do you wanna hear?? This, that an ordinary cook whom you married unwillingly just for the property has been dreaming about you for past one week and couldn't get you out of her mind despite trying really hard. Yes Mr. Aahil Raza Ibrahim, I thought I would never ever tell you this, but I don't know what happened to me suddenly, that I was not able to control my emotions. I don't know why but I couldn't stop myself from falling for you, though knowing very well that you hate me."
"You silly girl," Aahil said in half-exasperated and half-irked tone, while saying this he pulled Sanam closer to him, by holding on to the lapel of the kurta exposing Sanam's delicate and fair skin to Aahil's lusty eyes. "Who told you that I hate you?? Are you blind or that Stupid?!! Not to realize that how much I love you, Can't you see that I'm absolutely crazy about you, everything about you turns me on. Right now just looking at your exposed skin underneath this white transparent Kurta is giving me a hard on. I can barely control my emotions, when I'm around you. That is why I behave indifferently whenever I'm around you, in order to keep my feelings for you in check and you say that I hate you?!! When the hell will you understand Sanam that I love you like crazy??" Saying this Aahil engulfed Sanam in rib-crushing hug pressing his naked chest against Sanam's thinly cladded breast and smacked his lips against her and continued kissing her till her lips turned red. Suddenly Aahil let go of Sanam and said "I'm sorry for that, I must have asked you, before kissing."
This time Sanam rolled her eyes, shook her head in exasperation and said "When the hell will you understand, that my feelings for you are mutual and you have every right to kiss me, whenever you want." This statement of Sanam blew off Aahil's mind and he was in kinda shock to hear such bold words coming out of Sanam's mouth. Seeing Aahil's shocked expressions, Sanam couldn't control her laughter and in order to get back his attention, Sanam tiptoed on her feet, raising herself to reach Aahil's face, she placed one hand on Aahil's neck grasping his silky raven hair and other hand on his naked smooth chest, running it up and down on his sexy abs, she tried reaching for his lips, but instead ended up kissing his Adam's apple. She was irritated to see that Aahil was still in shock and just wouldn't bend down a little to help her get access to his fuller lips. So in order to get him out of his reverie, she tugged his hair quite roughly, trying to make him bend in order to close in the distance and reached for his lips, just like her vision in the dreams, but this time she achieved what she wanted and ended up Falling for her Jallad Jin.
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