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Originally posted by: Lovesahil
Please update soon... I'm dying to know what aahil is... Will sahil meet? U've left me biting my nailsš
Part 10B
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The Next Day:
Ever since Sanam had woken up, she couldn't get rid of Aahil's words from last night.
"It's real, Sanam... I'm right here... Do what you're best at, write your own ending..."
She hadn't touched her writing since the dreadful event occurred. She couldn't make herself write let alone even touch or glance at any words. The main purpose with her writing had always been to give people hope through her books. But what about herself? What was she going to do when her own life was falling apart right in front of her own eyes?
After all, Aahil was always the person who gave her hope..
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"What happened to you?" Aahil asked placing a file in the drawer in one of the working rooms', while taking a side glance at his wife, who was sitting with her head in her hands.
Furrowing her brows in frustration Sanam responded with a tired sigh. "I'm met with a writer's block. Ugh! I hate it when that happens. I was going perfectly fine a couple of weeks ago and then suddenly I am left with a blank spot in my mind."
"Hmm, maybe you just need to give it some time. Take a break. That way you'll find some inspiration you can gain to write again." He said leaving her alone with her thoughts.
Sanam closed her eyes and muttered. "Maybe I am not good at this than I actually thought.. Maybe I should just give it some time or just give up completely with the whole thing."
Suddenly her ears picked a soft music playing in the background. She sat up in her seat and turned around where her eyes landed on her husband who stood with a small smile by the doorway.
"Once upon a time, there were two souls... Completely lost in each other, they kept going through one hardship after another in order to be together. What was their crime? They simply fell in love.."
Aatish-e-ishq Ko Sabh Kuch Jala De, Meri Deewangi Ki Mujhko Saza De..
Aahil extended a hand forward, eyes locked with hers. "His love was beyond this world. Her gratitude was much more than he could ever take."
Chills ran down her body. There was something about the way he spoke with such intensity along with the soft classical music playing.
A silent laugh escaped Sanam's lips. Well, maybe I could need a break.'
Aahil wrapped his strong arm around her delicate waist and brought her closer. Swaying her gentle body with his own, they began to move side to side.
He watched how a beautiful smile spread across her lips, which only made him fill with so much love for his wife. He got a hold of her hand and twirled her around to only bring her back into him.
Tere Ishq Ki Chaadar Ore, Deewana Yaar Pukaare
Piya Piya.. Piya Piya..
Mere Qatil Tu Mujhko Pyar Se Ghayal Karde
Zara Zara.. Zara Zara..
Tere Ishq Ki Chaadar Ore, Deewana Yaar Pukaare
Piya Piya.. Piya Piya..
Aahil turned around her around so her back was against his chest. Hands solidly placed on her hips, he lead her gently forward. Sanam closed her eyes by the burning proximity.
His husky voice teased her ear. "Surrender yourself to this moment."
Sanam did what she was told and allowed the emotions to make their way into her heart and mind. Ever so slowly, he let go of her. He watched closely how she twirled around to each word and gave herself to the music. As if she was setting her soul free..
Kabhi Ishq Wafa,
Kabhi Ishq Saza,
Kabhi Ishq Nasha,
Kabhi Ishq Maza
Mere Ishq Hai Rab, Jo Hai Sabh Se Juda
Kabhi Ishq Shu'a
Kabhi Ishq Dua..
Sanam fell into him as she tried to calm her beating heart. Placing a finger under her chin, Aahil raised her face and looked into her shining eyes. They were so full of life and passion. Full of love..
Ishq Mera Qaatil Qaatil, Ishq Mera Zaalim Zaalim
Ishq Nahi Yeh Ghaow Hai Mann Ka, Ishq Meri Rooh Ka Marham
Ishq Meri Rooh Ka Marham..
Aahil turned her around yet again with her back toward his chest. He placed his arm across her shoulder and the other across her waist and held her. He nuzzled into her neck and blew softly into her ear. Sanam inhaled a short breath feeling his hard body so close to hers. It was almost too much to handle..
Banke Shama Tu Mujhko, Apna Parwana Karde
Zara Zara.. Zara Zara..
He ran a finger down her arm, grazing her smooth skin. Turning her around so passionately they both leaned in with closed eyes as their foreheads touched. Slowly and carefully, they gave themselves completely into the blissful moment.
Ishq Junoon Deewangi.. Ishq Junoon Deewangi..
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With her heat racing in her chest, Sanam took a rapid glance around her bedroom. She knew she needed to bring the black box of belongings which she had looked into weeks ago. There must be some kind of solution or a way..'
She opened the closet and saw the box right in front of her. Kneeling down, she opened the top where her eyes caught yet another book which she hadn't touched or even read for years.
It was Part Two of The Vampire Tales she had read.
She wondered if this was what she was meant to do.. Honestly it was a crazy idea to start with, but her mind was all over the place that she found it hard to focus.
With trembling hands, Sanam opened the first page of book as her eyes glided through every word, every sentence as if it was giving her hope to her lost soul. She didn't know how long she had sat there in the exact same position and read until the very last page came into view.
Taking a small breath her fingers glided over the words of the end note of the book.
"..The young woman smiled as her eyes fell upon the mysterious man. She would love him for what he was. After all, love had no boundaries."
Sanam swallowed the big lump in her throat. Outside raved a heavy thunder and rain, which she hadn't even realized due to being so overwhelmed.
Could she accept Aahil despite of being... A vampire?
It sounded so wrong in the already realistic world she was living in. But she couldn't ignore what she had been witness to. Sanam no longer knew what decision she should choose. Yet, the answer was already buried deep inside of her.
Could she still love him? What kind of question was it to ask whether if she could still love her husband.. She had given herself to the man without any thought. He was her life - her reason to breath. Her everything.
Her mind wandered to the intimate moment they had spent together. One question always circled around her mind which had kept her awake the most nights. How could she not know it was Aahil all along? How could she not remember his name once she woke up from the hospital after recovering her injury? Was her mind not fully regained - could that be the reason? How could she forget the blissful moment they had shared of becoming One..
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Three Months After Their Nikah:
Light cream colored curtains swayed gently into the Royal Couple's bedroom. Only source of light came through the wide windows as the moon alone shone brightly in the dark sky.
A figure stood completely still at the middle of the bedroom.
Sanam raised her hand up and gently felt a soft material touch her fingertips. The Begum was wearing a blindfold over her eyes and she didn't know why. All she recalled was coming back home after going out for dinner and seeing the most beautiful smile on her husband's face.
Aahil took a long look at her, drinking her up with his soulful eyes. He studied her every move, every expression which graced her features. His brown eyes caught how, the woman he loved, inhale a deep breath in order to calm her beating heart.
Ever so delicately he walked closer to her and ran a finger across her bare arm, causing sudden goosebumps all over her skin. Sanam reached a hand forward where she met a hard chest. She felt the expensive dress shirt across her fingers. She didn't know why she was paying so much attention to the buttons.
"You know what to do.." Aahil simply stated.
Blood rushed to her faint tinted cheeks and Sanam swallowed hard by the burning anticipation. She carefully brought her other hand up and started to unbutton his shirt. One by one they all came undone. But unfortunately she couldn't witness any of it.
She slid the shirt off his broad shoulders, as her hands went back to run across his bare chest.
"What do you feel?" She heard him ask, feeling his hot breath down on her lips. "Describe it for me."
She bit into her lip. "Something hard yet so soft."
Aahil placed his own hands over hers and guided them along his skin. So painfully slow. Feeling every bit of his well-trained abs, - she almost let out a satisfied moan from her lips. God, she really wanted to look.
Suddenly she felt the warmth of his touch leave her. Sanam extended both of her arms in order to reach him, but he was nowhere near.
"I want to show you the beauty of this." His husky voice spoke from behind.
"A gentle caress. A soft touch. A husky voice in need. A warm breath. A burning passion.. We are burning, Jaan. You and me.. You feel it? Can you feel what you're causing my body.."
Her breath hitched along with the beating of her heart. She was so sure that her heart would burst out from her chest any minute. She bit her lip by pure anticipation.
Aahil caught the zip of her long dress and ever so slowly, he reached forward and slipped it off her shoulders as it fell down around her feet.
A small gasp escaped her lips and Sanam was convinced that her knees would soon buck under her. She wasn't the only one who was fighting the burning sensation running wild. No, far from it..
To his pleasant surprise, she had worn black underneath which settled very well to The Nawab. Lace' he thought smirking darkly. Not bad.. Not at bad at all, Jaan.'
Aahil ran her hand across her smooth back, as Sanam ached in response. She felt his hand on her, as he guided her forward before she was turned around, feeling the wall behind her. Not forced or abruptly but with gentle movements. Their hot breaths mingled. She knew he was teasing her openly. Testing her need of how much she craved him.
Aahil ran his thumb across her rosy colored lips. There was something so sensual about watching her expression and how she wrapped her lips around and kissed him tenderly.
Aahil studied every breath she took and how the fullness of her body raised every now and then.
"You're so beautiful, Sanam."
He ran a finger down, starting from her neck, coming down very slowly between her breasts and traveling further on to her flat stomach.
He could tell she was getting impatient. As he traveled further down, approaching right at the black lace, she grabbed his hand.
"Aahil.."
Her own hand went around his well build torso and leaned in by the growing hotness she felt.
Aahil leaned down placing a kiss on her parted lips. Her head went upwards, almost surrendering herself to him. Arms wrapped tightly around his neck and shoulder, she allowed herself to feel him.
Aahil began to travel kisses along her jawline and down to her neck, stopping gently at her collarbones. Drawing a breath, he nuzzled into her silky vanilla like skin as his teeth grazed across ever so softly.
Sanam led one hand run down from his stubbled cheek all the way down his chest. Almost like she was marking him with her nails across his hard skin.
"I want to see you." She breathed. "I wish to see you, Aahil."
He took off the blindfold as her beautiful eyes opened where her eyes drank him up.. It was now her turn.
She cupped his face into her hands, running her thumb across ever so gently. And just like that, the rest of the clothes were soon left scattered as a new journey began.. A journey of exploring each other to the extent where love was the only thing they had to offer...
They rolled across the bed as touches and kisses were exchanged.
"I bet you haven't come across any of this in the fictional books of yours." He whispered into her ear while running a hand over her body.
Sanam bit her lip, watching how he stood up to stand at the edge of the bed. Shirtless and gorgeous.
She breathed hard unable to put a hold on her thoughts.. or where her gaze was wandering toward. But Aahil knew.
"You ready, Sanam?"
His hands traveled to his pants, to unbuckle his leather belt. - All while her eyes were fixed on him. Sanam gently ached her back, but he wasn't really doing anything. He wasn't touching her, yet she still felt his soft touch on her skin.
Her husband was an art. Every gesture he did always shone through his dark colored eyes. - A hidden desire begging to be unleashed. Was it really there? Or was she begging herself?
Sanam was burning.. Just the way she was told. And now, she craved him like the air she needed to survive.
She knew what he wanted.. But did Aahil know what she needed?
Aahil smirked as his hands, in a painful slow manner, unzipped the pants and slid them off, leaving him only in a pair of black CK boxers. He lowered himself down at top of hers.
He raised both her arms where they came in contact with the headband of the bed. Clutching into the steel, like her life depended on it. Raising her slight curious eyes into his, Aahil caressed her cheek and smirked lightly.
"Keep your hands there."
What he did next was too much for her body to handle. Feeling his fingers touch her most delicate part was breathtaking. He gently touched her through the lace she wore and draw a silent moan.
Pleasing his wife was his main purpose. And watching her squirm in delight was only the beginning. "Tell me what you crave.."
"More... Touch me.." She shuddered in pure joy.
She almost felt her eyes roll back by the intense pleasure she was receiving. Aching her back while clutching into the white sheets, a moan escaped her parted lips. "Aahil.."
Aahil leaned back watching how she turned on her stomach making sure the sheet was covering her. He chuckled softly partly being amazed how modest she was being.
He kissed her way up from behind, and gently grabbed her hips.. lingering for a moment, Aahil felt the thin fabric between his fingers. Tucking at it softly she raised herself so he could remove it completely.
Heart beating wildly in her chest, Sanam closed her eyes to enjoy his caress. Her body belonged to him now. Only him...
"Your touch.. Is toxic. It's making me weak." She breathed. Aahil went on to slip her straps down her shoulders to place a kiss on her neck.
"And what is yours making me?" He whispered.
"I don't know, Jaan, you tell me?"
"It's making me restless.." Aahil whispered with his hot breath tickling down her ear.
There was something so passionate about the positions they were in. Letting them grasp the comfort and love deep into their souls.
He slipped a hand around her thin waist and raised her body for a brief moment. Chills ran down her back and leaned closer into his touch, knowing well enough she was on her knees now. Completely exposed to him..
The need was growing.. The need of leaning closer and deeper.. Together...
"I want you, Sanam. I want to feel the fire beneath your skin and the way you melt into me."
It was too much for her mind or heart to comprehend.
Gathering her knees together under her body with face down, Sanam slowly lowered herself back on the bed with arms stretched forward into the soft material. Raising her head up, she watched Aahil lay on his back beside her.
She moved her hips back and forth in a seductive manner. Shyness gone from her being.. All she wanted was to please him.
Aahil inhaled a sharp breath trying to figure out how she could be so innocent yet in control of using her body. Did Sanam know what she was causing him?
He cupped her face with one hand, making sure to hold her gaze. "Do you even have any idea how beautiful you are? Every part of you are made for me, Sanam.. Every inch and every touch."
She rolled on top of him, staring down at her gorgeous husband. The moon was shining brightly through the window, allowing them to see each other perfectly in the dark.
Sanam let out a comfortable chuckle while admiring his body. Placing her mouth against his chest, she allowed herself to feel him. She gently ran her fingers across, teasing him ever so slowly.. Drawing small goosebumps all over his chest.
Hair ruffled gently with a light stubble across his perfect defined jawline, she noticed the intensity his dark brown eyes held.
Feeling him run a hand through her silky brown hair, she closed her eyes and enjoyed his electrifying touch. Seeing the kind of effect he had on her, was almost too much for Aahil. But still he held it in him and carefully observed her, making sure she didn't feel too conscious. - Because to him, Sanam was the most beautiful woman he had laid eyes upon.
How her lips had formed in a o-shape when the intense pleasure flowed through her body. How her hands clutched into the sheets. How her eyes shone brightly in the darkened room. How her smile was shy yet adventurous. It was a beautiful sight. - The most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
Aahil rolled them over as he hovered across her gentle body and whispered. "Mine."
Sanam smiled upon his words and closed her eyes. "Mine too.."
She brought a hand around his neck and brought his lips closer. Her soft touch lingered at his for a moment longer.
Aahil removed a few strands away from her face, while feeling every inch of her naked body against his own.. As if it was his purpose and craving.
All she began to feel was the wave of pleasure hit every nerve of her being. Letting her know that they were slowly yet hurriedly becoming One. Melting to each other's delicate and wild touches. Souls clashing into one another in pure desire.
Sanam clenched tightly into him, moaning out his name.
Aahil growled softly. Just to hear her voice was enough for him to reach the edge.
Her soft warm lips pressed against his hard skin, she let him know what she really craved. All of him.. Every touch, every inch.. Him..
Aahil watched at the corner of his eye, how his wife shut her eyes in pure desire. "Let it out, Sanam." He murmured against her skin. "Let me hear your voice echo these halls, Jaan."
"Aahil.." Sanam grabbed tightly into his broad shoulders, moving ever so slightly where his hot breath still tickling down her neck.
A love so intense and passionate. He leaned closer into her as day would meet night and ever so slowly, they began to create a moment to capture and cherish forever.
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Sanam leaned closer into the warm embrace, placing a small kiss on his chest as a blush crept up her cheeks.
Aahil looked down at her, where sheet were barely covering her body. "Are you blushing?"
She widened her eyes. "No, I am not!" She said trying to hide her face.
He raised an playful brow and pointed at her tinted cheeks. "Really? Then what is this?"
"Aahil, don't tease me." Sanam buried her face into his naked chest.
He chuckled. "Okay, alright I won't tease anymore."
She leaned back and gave a satisfied smile. Still Aahil could not rest his mind.
"You know, it's usually before rather than after someone blushes..."
"Aahil.. You're teasing me again." She pouted.
"It's just new for me to see you behave like this. You're usually always in control and very quick in the remarks and all."
Sanam held his gaze. "This is new for me too."
Aahil leaned in placing gentle kisses along the cheek and trailing further down her neck. "Is this okay?"
She closed her eyes and whispered lightly. "More than okay."
--
Sanam blinked back the tears from falling.. But it was too late, they had already freed themselves. "It's not okay, Aahil. I need you to stay close to me. I still need you to come back."
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To Be Continued!
Does anyone else feel like when you're writing something, the words just consume you wholeheartedly.. That you no longer know if you've reached of becoming a writer, a-wannabe-writer or a living Zombie who hasn't slept for ages? Can't really decide... š
Part 11:
Health and Fitness
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