Greetings fellow Humsafarines !
i had already posted an OS before and i loved the feedback you guys gave me .. so i thought of continuing the story ...This is the link to the first part in case you haven't read it
http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=4252251
Hope you guys like it ... im not a very good writer ..just a beginner 😆 but i do enjoy writing ..and only a couple like SaAz with their mind blowing chemistry makes you want to write .. so yeah here it is .. tell me what you think ..should i continue or not ? ...
Caution : it does get steamy ... so i think i can say the OS is a little over PG-13 😳
"Hain Allah! Yeh kya hain?! "Arzoo muttered looking at the skimpy piece of cloth in her hand. She had decided to go to Victoria Secret after all, but was deeply disappointed. She hadn't found a single piece of clothing that didn't expose too much for her liking, so out of desperation she had ended up buying a black negligee. With a frown set on her face, she keenly observed the meager piece of clothing in her hand; she hadn't the slightest of an idea on how she was going to wear this. More importantly how would her husband respond? Would he be disgusted? Or would he respond positively? She hoped it was the latter.
Arzoo slowly slipped on the scanty material and surveyed herself in the mirror , peering at the women in the mirror wearing a ravishing lacy black negligee that screamed seductive, she never imagined herself in a position like this, wearing clothes that exposed too much for her liking. But she's doing it all for her husband , shed do anything for him considering the love she had for him , and if being more active in their physical relationship is one way then she'd do it , but the main reason being fear . She always feared that one day Sahir would stop loving her, and leave her because as it is there's no one on the planet that can be as confusing as her Sahir is, and Arzoo always thought that she never matched up to her husband's status, she always thought of how her husband could've gotten a more beautiful biwi, someone way better than her. Of course deep down within her she knew that wasn't true, she knew Sahir loved her with all his heart and that she was his and he hers. He was her humsafar and she knew that she would never love anyone else as much as she loved her husband.
Her fingers glided over the soft material as she inspected herself, the negligee fell right above her knees and she couldn't help but be annoyed with the plunging neck line that exposed her bare chest. Her fingers reached up to pull the cloth up as an automatic reaction, she also hated how the material lost its opacity covering her bare stomach with a translucent lacy material. Overall she felt like a s**t in that flimsy piece of clothing.
Arzoo paced around the room playing with strands of her hair that was tied in a messy bun, she debated on whether to continue on her plan of romanticizing with her husband. Her teeth nibbled on her nails, a habitual action she does whenever she was nervous, Sahir would come back any moment , he had gone to put Saaziya to sleep in her room. Her hands were itching to reach out into the cupboard and grab her kurta but before she could put her thoughts into action in came her husband Sahir Azim Chaudhary in all his glory and splendor.
She watched her husband walk in and go straight to his cupboard taking out his navy blue kurta and walking towards the bathroom for a shower. Arzoo let out a sigh of relief glad he didn't notice her attire yet . She went to the mirror and pulled out her hair from the bun, letting it fall loose on her shoulders , scanning herself up to down she wondered whether she looked seductive even in the slightest way. Her mind was racing with questions on how her husband might react.
Fear gripped her nerves when she heard the sound of the shower turning off , soon enough her husband came out clad in his navy blue kurta pyjama , his hair wet making him look absolutely sexy . He hadn't noticed her yet since he was still drying his hair; Arzoo took this to her advantage and went over to the edge of the bed where she acted like she was folding a shirt of his that had already been neatly folded. "Bichari Saaziya ...gailtai gailtai tag gayi" her husband mumbled his tone full of love for his daughter. Arzoo just nodded her head though she was sure he couldn't see it, her hands were slightly trembling with anxiety. Then Sahir finally noticed his antsy wife standing there just rolling his shirt in her hands, she was looking down so he couldn't see her expression.
"Arzoo?! " Sahir croaked he realized his voice sounded weird. Most probably because his eyes couldn't believe how sexy his wife looked in that black negligee which his hands were itching to tear off. Gabbar never imagined a day his Arzoo would dress up in something that did little to cover her delicate body! All he wanted to do was grab her in his arms and make love to her, his whole body felt like she was reeling him in with her beauty. His legs involuntarily moved towards her, wanting to be as close to her as possible.
Arzoo looked at her fast approaching husband, a cute confused frown on his face. She had managed to make him completely speechless and she couldn't help but smirk about it. She looked at her husband who kept opening and closing his mouth like a fish. When Sahir finally snapped out of his surprise he was able to utter a few words " yeh tum kya ...? " he couldn't complete his sentence because his daring baaz of a wife had slowly brought her arms around his neck , a slight smirk on her face .
Arzoo was enjoying this moment to the fullest; it was always her husband that used to make her feel under pressure when he did these romantic gestures. But now... oh look how the tables have turned. Arzoo couldn't afford to lose the smirk on her face; she loved how her husband looked sort of vulnerable under her touch. She purposefully dragged the cold tips of her fingers down her husband's throat and into his kurta enjoying the feel of his strong muscular chest. After her fingers were done exploring, she wrapped her arms around his neck and trapped him in an eye lock. Sahir couldn't control himself anymore; his wife was driving him crazy with the way her eyes held his in place, passion burning like fire in them. When had his Arzoo become a daringbaaz in the seducing area, it was always him that had the upper hand but at present it was Sahir who felt a little desperate never getting enough of his wife.
Arzoo made a bold move by moving her lips to his ear while her hands though a little shaky unbuttoned his kurta for wider access to his oh-so muscular chest. Her fingers couldn't get enough of his well sculpted body, as they trailed themselves up and down his body not wanting to let go. She decided to add fuel to the fire by nibbling on his ear; Sahir responded with a strangled moan deep down his throat, his hands clutched the skimpy negligee wanting to rip it to shreds. "Arzoo..." he moaned looking at her with extreme desire in his eyes. "Sshh..." she whispered dragging her full lips across his jaw, she knew her plan was working extremely well since her husband was enjoying all of her moves. Though she was a little worried about the way his hands were tightly clutching the negligee as if wanting to tear it apart , clearly indicating that he was on the verge of losing self-control .
The seductress in Arzoo was clearly on a roll, since her lips automatically went to slightly brush the edges of her husband's lips completely making him lose control. In a split second, he threw her onto the bed removing his kurta in the process exposing his perfectly chiseled body. Arzoo looked at the handsome man hovering over her, his eyes filled with consummate lust and desire, but between the two there was also love, the limitless love he had for her shone in his light brown orbs that were looking down at her like she was a precious gem stone. "Aab meri baar "Sahir whispered in a husky tone that made a shiver run down her spine.
Arzoo's eyes closed involuntarily at the touch of his lips at the hollow spot under her ear, her heart rate picked up and her breathing hitched to a stop when Sahir's soft lips pressed into her skin causing a moan to escape her throat. Oh but he didn't stop there his teeth grazed her skin waiting to bite into her flesh , as soon as she could feel the slight pain of his teeth sinking into her skin her hands reached out to clutch his hair . " Tum sirf meri hai aur meri hai rahengay " her husband whispered rubbing his thumb over the brand new love bite he had given her . Arzoo could only manage a weak smile as her husband ran his lips over her neck agonizingly slowly .
Her fingers clutched his hair tighter when his lips trailed lower to her collar bones pressing themselves into the hollow of her bones . Her whole body arched towards him wanting to mold herself into him , as his lips travelled lower and lower . Arzoo was only slightly aware of her husband's hand that had sneakily made its way under her negligee , his lean fingers rubbing her flat stomach , her hands on the other hand were on a running spree as they ran themselves up and down her husbands' Greek God like body . Her whole body was on fire , she wasn't sure whether it was because of the hand rubbing her stomach or her husband's soft pink lips that were leaving trails of fire across her skin . Her nerves had electricity running through them and her breathing was ragged , all she could hear was the loud beating of her heart in sync with her husbands .
Arzoo knew she would never ever get used to the way Sahir would make her poor heart beat furiously against her chest like it was going to burst any moment , how blood would rush to her face coloring her cheeks red and how her whole body became alive at his touch . The strong desire of being one , of being united with her love... it was making her impatient and Sahir was no less . She could feel the eagerness in the way his hands wasted no time to slide down a strap of her negligee , she shuddered involuntarily closing her eyes . Sahir couldn't keep it in him , all he wanted to do was get that silky cloth off of her so he could finally make love to her . But as his hasty hands went over to pull the other strap down Arzoo stopped him . She cupped her hands gently around Sahir's face and looked at him , even though she was half naked she didn't feel the need to shy away from her husband's gaze . She wanted to tell him how much she loved him , she wanted him to know that her love for him knew no bounds it was perpetual and she wanted to reassure him that no matter what happens she will always love him and only him .
" I love you " Arzoo whispered hoping that she was able to express all that she wanted to say in those three words .
" I love you too " came a voice filled with emotion just as much as hers . The next second someone had crushed their soft lips against hers , and Arzoo knew that she could never get enough of Sahir Azim Chaudhary .
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