"That's so immature of you, Bhai." I said irritated.

"I know. But Aese Moqah Baar Baar Thodi Na Aate Hai." Said Hamza with a grin, counting the cash in his hand which was around eighty thousand. My hard earned money!! Which I had no choice but to hand over him in order to enter my room.

"Bhai Esme Se Fifty Thousand Mere and Thirty Thousand Aapke." Yells Kinza snatching the money from his hand and running away.

"That's cheating!!!" Hamza exclaims horrified running after his baby sister.

"Enjoy!!" Winks Iqra at me with a teasing smile, turning around to leave after her husband.

"Ha Aur Ayaan don't worry about being loud. We all are leaving for the penthouse." Iqra said before leaving with her back to me.

I slightly blushed, as my ears started turning red. Slightly chuckling to myself at my family's antiques, I entered my room. Which was beautifully decorated with candles and roses. There sat my beautiful bride in my bed like a typical bride. Not mine, our bed in our room, my mind retorted. Kicking the door shut with my legs, I took slow steps towards towards my bride, with my breath struck in my throat. Seeing her body tense, I knew she was nervous too, just like me.

I take a seat in front of hers and lifted the dupatta that was covering her face. I forgot to breath for a second. 'How can someone can be so beautiful?' I never had never seen someone as beautiful as her. I felt lucky to have Zoya as my wife. Wife... Finally she was my wife.

Her cheeks were slightly red, whereas her eyes were casted downwards. I placed my hand on her chin and lifted her head, but still she wasn't looking at me. Her cheeks painted more red.

"It should be illegal to look this beautiful." I whispers in a tender voice, her eyes met mine and a smile appears on her beautiful face. "I used to always wonder how my wife will be. But seeing you here seating in front of me. I couldn't help but feel lucky to have a wife who is not only beautiful by face..... but also by heart."

Her eyes started getting teary, as she kept her head on my chest. "You know Ayaan, you enter my life when everything was going wrong. I forget how to smile, I was insecure about my looks, skin color, everything." Her voice cracks, she was fighting back tears. "My own people were hurting me. I was in so much pain that I thought about taking my own life several times, although knowing that it was Haram." I placed my hand on her back, slightly caressing it, to calm her down.

My own tears were about to spill out of my eyes. My heart actually hurts, just by imaging how much she had gone through alone.

"Then you entered my life, gave me the love that my own people failed to give. Made me laugh, smile and made me realize that I am beautiful. That I am special and I deserved to be loved." She pulled back and stare at me with so much love and respect in her eyes.

"If someone asked me, 'Farishta Kaesa Hota Hai?' I would smile and say 'Just like my Husband'." "You are like a Farishta to me, to whom I couldn't help but fall for."

I stopped breathing for a second. "Wh-What did you just say?"

She smiled, "I love you".

"One more time, please? I just ------"

She took my face in her small, soft hands. "I LOVE YOU, AYAAN KHAN. Mohabbat Ho Gaye Hai Mujhe Aapse."

She finally uttered the words that I had been longing for since past few months. I felt myself on the top of the world, I couldn't be more happier than this. Her thumb flicks under my eye to wipe away a stupid tears that escape.

And the next thing I knew my lips are crashing into hers. Or maybe it was her who crashed into mine. Soft and passionate, everything I ever had hope for. Her hands move away from me and for a second I thought she might push me away. But instead she put her hands around my neck and started kissing me back. My lips were molding perfectly against hers. I slightly pinched her on her waist, to which she gasps. I took advantage of it, I slide my tongue inside her mouth, devouring them leaving her breathless.

"I Love you too, Zoya." I said breathlessly, pulling away from the kiss and placing my foreheads against hers.

Suddenly, a loud grumble came from her stomach, which had her duck her head lower in embarrassment. While I clear my throat to cover my laugh.

"Umm... I couldn't eat properly since everyone attention was on us." She justified herself, still looking away.

"Why don't you get changed? Till then I will order something to eat from nearby restaurants. "To which she nodded and walked away towards the bathroom.

After ten minutes, I had already changed into my T-shirt and trouser and was waiting for Zoya. "PAV BHAJI!!! My favourite." Said Zoya exiting the bathroom and sitting beside me on the couch, with her eyes on the Pav Bhaji that was served on the plate and was kept on the table in front of us.

Taking a piece of Pav and mixing it into the bhaji. I kept it in front of her mouth, so that she can eat it from my hands.

Her eyes shifted Pav Bhai to my hands, then to my eyes. With a shy smile on her face, she opens her mouth and I feed her.

"It's so delicious." She moans, making me shift in my seat, seems like I need to take a cold shower.

After that she feed me and that went on. We feeding each other, until the Pav Bhaji was over and we were no longer hungry.

"Ayaan." She said suddenly, when I entered our room after throwing the trash into the dustbin. "Yes, Mere Jaan." I said closing the door.

"Mere Mooh Dikhai??" She asked biting her lips.

"Shit!! I totally forgot to give you the gift." I chuckled, going towards the drawer picking the gift. I walked towards her and sat beside her on the bed.

"Here." I pass her, she quickly opens the gift and narrow her eyes to me.

"Like really, Ayaan?" She asked in disbelief.

"What? It's my new album and you are the first person to see and receive it."

"Okay. Here's your real gift." I said handing her the key. She analysed the key and looks at me with a frown. I pulled my mobile from my trousers and show her the picture. "Ayaan, you didn't have to."

"Why can I not?" I asked adamant.

"It look so beautiful and cozy. Just like I wanted. This is literally my dream house. You did remember?" She asked with looking happy.

"Yes, I do remember."

"Shukriya Ayaan." She said hugging me tightly.

Zoya's POV:--

The sun was shining high in the sky and the loud chirping of birds made me slightly open my eyes. I woke up to see, Ayaan was laying his head on my chest and was slightly snoring. Making me chuckle inwardly. Our legs were tangled with each other. Whereas his hand was tightly secured on my waist.

I look at my mobile to see it was 9.a.m. in the morning. I could hear noises coming from downstairs which means everyone was back from the penthouse. I cautiously untangle myself from him. Afraid of waking him up. But seems like he was a deep sleeper, he didn't even steer in his sleep.

Taking my clothes from my suitcase, I walked towards the bathroom to take a shower.

After I was done taking a shower and changing my clothes, I walked outside in the room to see Ayaan awake and he had a frown on his face. He seems slightly tense. He was using his Mobile and was in deep thoughts.

"Ayaan is everything alright?" I asked with my back to him looking at him through the mirror.

"Yes everything is alright." He said giving me a smile.

After drying my hair, I put a clip on my hair, when I felt his presence behind me.

"This feels so right." Ayaan whispered putting my hairs behind my ear. Making butterflies appear in my stomach.

"Wh-What?" I asked nervously.

"You being my Wife." He said staring at me with such intensity in his eyes, making me blush.

Hearing me call His wife, did something to my heart.

"You were the one who kidnapped Mustafa, weren't you?" I asked suspiciously.

A chuckle escapes his lips, making him even more handsome than he is.

"Yes." He agrees.

"Why?" I gasped.

"Jaan Ho Tum Mere, Zoya. Aese kaese Mein Tumhe Kisi Aur Ka Hone Deta." He growls possessively, pulling me closer to him.

"So how was the night? Eventful." Whispers Iqra, wiggling her eyebrows, making my cheeks slightly red. The corner of the Ayaan lips turned up, as if he heard that too.

To which I gave her a glare, making her laugh quietly.

"Zoya beta, why aren't you eating anything?" Asked Mehwish concerned, as she saw my plate which consists of two Aloo Ka paratha and a cup of Chai which was untouched.

"Ammi....... Woh-----" I stutters, while Ayaan who was sitting beside me watching me, had a smirk on his face.

I tried freeing my right hand from his, but he tightens his grip on it. Well, the reason I couldn't eat was the moment I sat here, Ayaan who seems to be in a playful mood had interwines his left hand with mine right hand. And had kept it under the table on his lap, which everyone wasn't aware of.

While he himself had five aloo ka parathas till now, and was sipping the cup of chai while talking to Hamza Bhai.

Giving up, I somehow was trying to eat with my left hand, when my best friend and Jethani, Iqra said loudly, "Zoya, tum toh right handed ho na, toh left se kyu kha re ho?". Capturing everyone attention, until her eyes went towards our hands and grins. "Ayaan leave her hand. Kahi Bhaag Nahi Jaaege Zoya. Naashta Karne De Usai." The corner of Ayaan ear's got slightly red.

"Ayaan." Mehwish demanded to which he leaves my hand and I started eating with my right hand. Just as I put a piece of paratha in my mouth, Mehwish said something which had me coughed loudly and blush harder.

"Ayaan just so you know, we don't want grandchildren anytime soon." Mehwish said teasingly, decided to join Iqra in teasingly the newly wedded couple.

"And here I was thinking that you wanted a little Ayaan and Zoya." Said Ayaan with a grin.

I face palmed myself and didn't dare to look anyone. I was dying of embarrassment and I am here my face look a tomato sauce right now.

"I really want that. But these two little devils are giving us a tough time now".

Saqib and Sameer was sitting on the table with pillows surrounding them gave her a big smile while clapping their hands. As if she just complemented them.

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19.06.2021