Chemistry between two loved ones is the strongest science of all..❤️

I called for the tenth time, but still no one picked up the call. A sigh escape my lips and a wrinkles form between my eyebrows.

I had been calling my parents since last few months but like before they weren't picking up the call. They didn't even came today for Iram's Nikkah. I was getting worried and several negative thoughts were roaming in my mind.

"Kahai Nazar Hi Na Lag Jaae Tumhe Zoya Apni Shohar Ki!!!" Iram smirks pulling me out of my thoughts. I look up from my mobile to where she was looking and true to her words Ayaan was staring at me with such intensity that it made my insides shiver. I was sitting beside Iram on the stage, whereas he was welcoming the guests.

He bit his lips as his eyes met mine, he eyes trail down from my eyes to my toe, taking me in. He was totally checking me out. I was literally burning under his gaze.

I look away from him, slightly scared and walked off the stage, totally in opposite direction of him. I could still feel his gaze on me and that stupid butterfly again appears in my stomach.

"Zoya Beta, Ek Kaam Karoge??" Asked Bushra, Iqra and Iram's Ammi with emergency.

"Ji Aunty, Hukm Kare." I said.

"I left my purse in the car. Could you please get it?" She asked politely.

Taking the keys from her, I was getting out of the hall and towards the parking lot. Spotting the car, I unlocked it and took the purse from it. Just then a cool wind passes and a few strands of my hair covers my face. I was about to put the strands of my hair behind my ear when someone beat me to it.

I glance up and was captivated by his black orbs which had my gaze pinned to him. He brush a strand of hair away from my face to behind my ear. Afterwards, his hand started trailing down my cheeks so slowly and sensually. I feel myself blush.

"Itni Khubsurat Lagre Ho Ki Mann Karra Hai Phir Se Nikkah Karlu Tumse." Ayaan leans into my ear and said huskily, all the while holding my gaze.

His place his other hand on the car trapping me between him and the car. His front was pressed against mine, making me flushed.

A lump rises in my throat. "Ko---Koi... Dekh Lega...." I had to clear my throat to say it, "Ayaan".

"Does it looks like I care?" He raise his eyebrows, I shook my head in 'No'.

His place his lips on my forehead and place a feathery kiss there. My eyes automatically closes, as I clutched his clothe on my hands tightly. His lips trail downwards on my left eye as he place a feathery kiss there and on the other eye too. Then on my cheeks and on the corner of my lips. He was about to place his lips on mine, when the mobile that was on my hand started ringing loudly. Breaking our moment. Ayaan looked slightly pissed and swears under his breath. As he pulled away from me and was running his hand through his hair. It was Bushra, Iram and Iqra's Ammi Mobile that was ringing continuously.

I started walking towards the hall with my cheeks probably as red as rose. When I heard him say, "Abhi Toh Mobile Ne Bacha Liya, Par Raat Mai Kaun Bachaega?" It's takes my breath away and my heart was beating like crazy.

I halted in my steps, as I bit my lips knowing exactly what he was talking about. I glance at him through my shoulder. He was grinning at me and his eyes held promises, desire and.... lust.

I pointed towards his lips with my eyes which made him smirk, totally getting the wrong idea. "I know Jaan how much you want my lips on yours!!"

My eyes and mouth both were wide open at his shamelessness.

"LIPSTICK." I stated, "There is lipstick on your lips." With that I turned on my heels and started making my way towards the hall with one thing on my mind. 'Is he always this shameless?'

I was standing in front of the mirror and was busy removing my earrings. To say I was exhausted would be an understatement. But still a smile was playing on my lips as I remembered how happy Iram was during her Nikkah. That girl didn't even shed a tear during her Bidai.

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" My eyes found Ayaan's through mirror to see he was sitting on the sofa with a guitar on his hand and was singing gazing at me.

With a smile adorning my face, I kept the earning on the table in front of the mirror and helding his eye contact.

I sing with my lips curved upwards,

A suprised look crosses his handsome face. He didn't expected me to sing so good. Making me slightly proud of myself that my famous singer husband like my singing.

Leaving the guitar on the sofa, he walked towards me. On the way coming towards me he grab my dupatta that was lying on the bed. Leaving me slightly curious. He wrapped it around my waist and tugged me closer towards him, taking me by surprise.

He sings as he placed one of his fingers on my lip. "" He continue singing as he held my gaze, which was full of love and tenderness. ""

Placing my hands around his neck, I sing softly,

Ayaan sing huskily pulling me even closer and slightly touches his lips on my neck, making a shiver ran in my entire body. He continue singing as he inhales on my neck, "

I threaded my fingers through his hair as I sing the next line, making him pull away from my neck and gaze at me with such intensity, that had me blushed more harder than before.

He sings putting his forehead on mine.

I continue the next line shyly.

I sing, as his eyes trail downwards towards my lips and the next thing I know is his lips was on mine. I kissed him back and a low growl escapes from him as our tongues met. He was kissing me so hungrily and passionately that I was finding it hard to cope up with it.

He threw the dupatta that was on his hand in the corner of the room. He slid one arm around my back and the other beneath my knees, sweeping me up in his arms in a fluid, graceful movement. He started walking towards our bed still with his lips pressed against mine, devouring it. He gently set me down on the bed.

Pulling away from her, he was breathing heavily so was I. His black orbs found mine asking for my permission. With my heated cheeks, I shyly nodded as 'Yes' and that was all he needed before he started opening his sherwani buttons and pulled it over his head. I took in his fair skin and muscled chest. My heart was beating so fast that I could hardly breath.

I still couldn't believe that Ayaan was mine. My husband. The handsome man that was standing in front of me was mine.

Ayaan lips found mine again and he eased me further into the bed.

"I love you Jaan." He whispers before placing his lips on my neck and bites it, making me moan.

The rest of the night was filled with full of passion and love. His groans and my painful gasp and our moans were echoing in our room. As Ayaan made love to me and we truly became one in every means.

If possible our bond become more stronger than before and we fell way more deeper for each other.

We truly became, Do Dil Aur Ek Jaan.