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Baithe baithe kya kare karna hai kuch kaam suru karo OS likhna lekar prabhu ka naam. šš actually I'm getting bored at this wedding anniversary lunch party of my Uncle and aunt where I'd to show my face for atleast half an hour as per my promise to my Mom. I seriously run away from parties and family functions and prefer watching movie or fantasize about Hugh Jackman. š³š So In first ten minutes I greeted all the relatives(And of course with fake smile on my faceš), grabbed a large glass of cola, took a seat in the corner and then logged in on facebook and immediately logged out as I'm extremely bored with fb and whatsapp now. These days I don't even get time to visit IF let alone writing a OS or story, but, As Adeel Hussain is My favourite Zindagi channel or Pakistani actor, I love writing one shots, and I loved his pairing with Sanam Jung as Zeeshan and Rumaisa, I thought why not write a mini OS on this beautiful Jodi? The chances are high that you find it boring as I wrote this piece in 15 or 16 minutes and I wont mind if you call it aiwe hi sa, sasta sa, time pass sa OS because thats what it is... something I did to pass the time.
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Rumaisa placed a gentle filled with her motherly affection kiss on Maham's forehead who was lying fast asleep on the bed, like an angel lost in her own little world of dreams. Her favourite doll, as cute and charming as her was also sleeping beside her. A natural smile spread across Rumaisa's lips and she let out an inaudible sigh. Gone were the days when her daughter used to be an unwanted, unloved child and a burden to almost every member of Nabeel's family, who would roam around with messy hair and a bedraggled doll the only toy she had that time, because now she was Maham Zeeshan Sikander, the most adorbs and naughty kid in the world, smarter than any of her Kindergarten friends, and most importantly apne Papa ki jaan.
Maham, Zeeshan and their relation was out of this world something that couldn't have been described with words, so beautiful, so heavenly that it had that magnitude of attraction able to pull and mesmerize anybody who saw it ever. Had Nabeel been alive, he wouldn't have showered Maham with love and affection like Zeeshan did, Rumaisa could have bet on it now. At night Maham would wait for Papa's return from work and tell every inch,give every detail of her school activities very cutely to him, and no matter how tired Zeeshan ever was, as soon as Maham jumped into his arms, calling him papa, all his tiredness and tensions always jumped out of the window, he would always tell her bedtime story and make her sleep afterwards, and Rumaisa she would do nothing but look at their amazing bonding in undiluted astonishment . Most of the time she herself forgot that Zeeshan was not the biological father of her child and when she realized her eyes immediately filled with unshed tears as she think of the depth of his love and care for them that overwhelmed her heart like anything.
"Kabhi kisi se suna tha ki zindagi gulzar hai, lekin maine ye kab socha tha ki meri zindagi bhi itni gulzar aur khushnuma ho sakti hai. Ya khuda agar ye meri khushnasibi hai to ise ta umra mehfooz rakhna aur agar ye koi suhana khwab hai to is khwab ko kabhi tutne mat dena." Rumaisa prayed in her heart before she arranged her dupatta around her slender neck and turned to Maham's full length pink princess floor mirror one last time and her face crimsoned all over again.
Since when did her workaholic husband start giving her surprises? She had no idea what had been going in his mind? He gave her a dress and asked her to come into their room, wearing it half an hour later. The dress was a beautiful red anarkali suit. It has a long kurta made of net fabric with red floral embroidary and a supple silk churidar. She styled it with red gold chain and earings and that magnified its beauty and elegance. At first she was not comfortable as the kurta was clung to her like second skin, accentuating her beautiful natural curves, and made her look two sizes smaller, and enough to make her feel uncomfortable as she had not worn such tight clothes ever before, but, As soon as she stood in front of the mirror a gargantuan surprise washed her frustration away and the delight running just behind it lit her face like a ray of warming light as the ethereal beauty staring at her, held her spellbound. She seemed to be unaware of the graceful, feminine beauty she possessed and couldn't help but gape at herself awestruck. Suddenly the thought of being in the circle of Zeeshan's gaze in this figure hugging dress came flooded over her mind spontaneously and she felt a tingling jolt shoot through her entire body, and a blush rise fiercely up her neck to her cheeks, making her a bit nervous. What is about to happen? Why does he want to see me in this dress? So many questions were rolling around in her mind, which she shook off shortly for the wish and happiness of world's best husband weighted more than anything else. If he wanted her to die for him, she wouldn't think twice before doing so, thats how deeply she had fallen for him. Yes! She did fall in love with him and it happened as it was meant to happen. In a short period of eight months he had deluged her with love, care, affection and at the top of all this immense respect she deserved. His government house was not as big and lavish as his parents house, probably the only place in the whole wide world where she could lay her hands on some sheer happiness, peace and a decent life. To say she was happy would be an understatement, in fact there was no word apt to describe the joy she had begun feeling in every fibre of her being. After a long period of desolation she'd gained a reason to be happy, she'd found someone with whom she could share her life, its happiness as well as sorrow and suffering. Who was her light in the darkest hour and smile in the saddest moment.
"Ye apne koi kala jadu kiya mujh par ya koi chamatkar? ye jo jajbaat mai apke liye apne dil mei rakhne lagi hu, ye jo ajeeb si khushi, ajeeb sa ehsaas apko dekhkar mehsoos karti hu, kya ye mehaj pyaar hai ya usse bhi badhkar kuch, maloom nahi. Lekin mai apko ye tab tak nahi bataugi jab tak aap khud mujhse apni mohabbat ka izhaar nahi karte. Aurte apne shohar ko apna khuda manti hai, lekin mai apni zindagi mei kabhi bhi apko khuda ka darza nahi dugi kyunki khuda ki to ibadat ki jati hai mohabbat nahi aur mai apse mohabbat karna chahti hu; beintaha, belos tutkar ki jane wali mohabbat. " not that her innocence had bid adieu to her, yes she was naive but not to the extent that she couldn't see pure love and an exceptional mix of innocent and carnal desire for herself in his glaring deep dark eyes. But she'd always dreamed of it as the usual way following the norm of a man confesses his feeling first and this how she wished for it to crop up.
As soon as Rumaisa opened the door to her bedroom, her heart literally skipped a bit and she felt strange butterflies in her stomach. The entire room was decorated with beautiful scented candles, their intriguing, spell binding aroma instantly raised her senses. The path from the door to bed was illuminating with red rose petals, their king size bed was covered with an ivory silk bed sheet matching with the brownish red curtains and red roses.
Taking deliberate steps Rumaisa entered inside, completely captivated by the pleasingness of the room which though was higly and distinctly decorated, yet its simplicity was intact.
"Ye sab Zeeshan ne kiya! Par kyun?" She wondered awestruck, before she heard the faint click of the door shut behind her. She immediately turned around and got bestowed with the smashing sight of her husband standing there, looking more handsome than ever in blue denim shirt and black trousers. He was not one of those greek gods but fairly handsome. He was tall but not drastically, he was fit and strong but not Harculean built. Trimmed well styled beard, thick, little curly hair and those deep intense eyes had always stood him out.
Rumaisa didn't realize but for a while she got lost in him for he had everything of being irresistable.
Het trance broke when she found him checking her out. Her throat dried up and she lowered her eyes feeling embarrassed.
Zeshan had never been the type of a man who makes a woman feel uncomfortable with his eyes but at this moment of time he seemed to have no control on his organ of sight. The dress he gave fitted her perfectly and she looked... SEXY! Her cute soft features appeared very attractive with a hint of make up, her long hair dangling behind her like a curtain, her beauty was already undeniable and with time positive apparent changes and increasing confidence in her personality had added dimension to it.
Rumaisa's heart fluttered and she felt its wings inside her chest as Zeeshan took first step toward her.
He came and stopped before her, "Shaadi ki salgirah mubarak ho."He spoke as he looked directly into her twinkling shyly black eyes.
"Salgirah? Haan aajse 2 saal phle aaj hi ke din to hum shaadi ke is khoobsurat bandhan mei bandhe the, magar tab ye bandhan hamare liye ek unchahe bhoj se jyada aur kuch na tha, lekin aaj... mujhe to yaad bhi nahi tha lekin inhe yaad hai!" Rumaisa was lost in thought when Zeeshan waved his hand in front of her face, "Hello, kaha kho gayi?"
"Kahi nahi." She said, "Aapko bhi shaadi ki salgirah bohat bohat mubarak ho Zeeshan."
They both smiled and stared into each other's eyes for a minute. It was a moment of pure bliss, not a single word had been exchanged but their eyes spoke volumes. Zeeshan then gently placed his hands on her shoulders, leaned a little forward and spoke up, "Ab jo baat mai tumse khne ja raha hu wo bohat important hai, ab aur apni feelings apne dil me dabakar nahi rakh sakta mai," he paused for a while and took a deep breath before continuing, "Aaj mai apne jazbaat, apna dil tumhare saamne khol dena chahta hu Rumaisa. Tumhe yaad hai maine tumse kaha tha ki mai tumse pyaar karne ki koshish karuga..." he shook his head slightly as he let out a mocking laugh at himself, while Rumaisa listened to every word of him carefully, sent them deep down to her very core. "Nihayati bevkoof tha mai jo ye soch raha tha ki pyaar kiya ja sakta hai, halaki pyaar to ho jata hai, bina batae bas ho jata hai. Jaise mujhe ho gaya tumse and I know that you also love me, ye tumhari aankhe batati hai mujhe. Bas ek dafa mai ye tumhare muh se sunna chahta hu."
A little tear leaked out of the corner of Rumaisa's eyes. It was something she'd waited for very eagerly and now having felt it she was on top of the world. "Sach kaha apne Zeeshan, mai bhi apse mohabbat karti hu itni ki mujhe khud ko nahi anadaza ki kitni mai bas itna janti hu ki aap meri zindagi ka markaz ban gaye hai aur ab mai apke bina jine ja tasavur bh nahi kar sakti. Sari zindagi mai subah ke sitare ko aasmaan me dhundti rahi, magar aaj se mera sitara aap hai aur apki ye bepanah mohabbat." She finally gave vent to her feelings and felt herself swimming in an ocean of serenity.
As if Zeeshan's restless desire for her love procured some relief, causing a spasm of exaltation to run across his face.
Reaching her arms around him Rumaisa rested her head against his chest where his distinctive clean man scent filled her senses and she hugged him tight. Zeeshan's heart jumped in his chest in a transport of delight, his one arm automatically wrapped itself around her back and the other around her shoulders, he squeezed her tightly then bent his head down, keeping his face buried in her silky soft hair. Dolled up in elegant red anarkali her beauty was beyond compare and the pride, privilege, devotion and care with which Zeeshan had encased her in his arms made her look like a precious ruby, one could have even see the depth of his love and care for her through the hug.
Rumaisa lifted her face to look Zeeshan in the eye, who knew that now she belonged to him in every way, and this sensation had what it takes to unleash his naughty side. He gifted her an amazing smile, good enough to take her breath away, followed by a sexy lip bite when they pulled a little away from each other, but it was short lived, as he bent down and picked her up, enfolding his arms under her hips.
"Zeeshan!" Rumaisa almost shouted, totally stunned by this movement of his, but then on the spur of the moment her eyes met his and everything else dissipated as if vanished into thin air and only those two globes staring with intense love at her existed where she could see her world.
Hum tere bin ab reh nahi sakte
Tere bina kya wajood mera
Tujhse juda gar ho jaege to,
Khud se hi ho jaege juda
Her dark hair flew softly in the twirl as he spun her around slowly in circles a few times. They both were beaming in delight.
Kyunki tum hi hi
Ab tum hi ho
Zindagi ab tum hi ho
Chain bhi mera dard bhi
Meri aashiqui ab tum hi ho
He didn't want to put her down, essentially he was strong enough to carry her in his strong arms for aye, still, against his wish he set her down on the ground, but so slowly and carefully that she could feel every inch of him.
Tum hi ho tum hi ho
Arz bhi mera marz bhi
Chain bhi mera dard bhi
Meri har khushi ab tum hi ho
Zeeshan let out a smug sigh, "Aaj mai bohat khush hu. Zindagi achanak se aur khushnuma lagne lagi hai," he said as he flashed his striking black eyes back to her, "I love you Rumaisa. I love you so much." He looked deep into her eyes with a hungry expression of yearning. It was not the first time Rumaisa had seen desire in his orbs for her, but the explicit audacity concocted with it at this moment in time, caused a quaint tingling sensation to run across her.Unable to sustain this sheer new experience, she began to turn around but Zeeshan stopped her instanter, seizing her shoulders. She felt the increased pace of her heartbeat as he turned her gently to him again.
For the first time he tasted the delicacy of her beautiful face as he kissed her forehead with utmost tenderness. His lips landed on her left cheek ,placing a soft yet deep kiss on the smooth skin, then her right cheek. His lips were incredibly soft, every time they came in contact with her skin, she closed her eyes in the vintage cocktail of shyness, modesty and bliss.
He stared at her with smoky eyes, lids half closed. His grip tightened on her shoulders when he drew her even closer to him. Their faces were now so close that no more than an inch was between their lips. The temptation was irresistible. Zeeshan lowered his head a little farther down to kiss her lips. Slowly his lips advanced toward their partners. Before he'd take them into custody of his, She turned her head quickly and walked a few steps away from him.
Zeeshan smiled, staring at her gracile backside. The smoldering desire was still blazing wild in his eyes. Whereas, the inner turmoil Rumaisa fought to squash, snatched all her mental energy to face him.
She shuddered when she found herself engulfed in his arms once again, since Zeeshan had hugged her from behind, snaking his arms around her waist, his palm pressed against her stomach. She felt his toasty breath against her ear. "Bohat khoobsurat ho tum." he whispered and kissed her hair, then moved his lips slightly down. His warm, moist mouth enclosed her earlobe, tickling her pink. He lightly sucked and kissed her ear. Her muscles felt taut, as if they would snap if she even tried to move.
Zeeshan turned her around and swept her up in his arms. Rumaisa had to wrap her arms around his neck for support, while he carried her to bed. Her dupatta slipped off in the process, and fell down on the floor, to which neither of them paid any attention.
The End
Wanted to write more, wanted to add on so many things.. may be next time. Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it. š
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