humse door jaoge kaise

dil se humein bulaoge kaise

hum vo khushboo hain jo saanson mein baste hain

khud ki saanson ko rok paoge kaise

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It had been 7 months to that night and Haya and Yazan's relationship just seemed to get stronger and more lovely with time

It was surely hard with some arguments here and there but since communication is the key to success, Haya always made sure they never go to bed with a down mood since her hot and adorable husband was busy sulking away

This day,

The sun had not rose but the weather was more pleasant than it could ever get, cold perfumed wind blew through the curtains making it's way to the entangled couple under the blanket snoring their way out

Haya was the first one to wake up and to say she had a huge grin plastered on her face after seeing the weather would be an understand-ment

She was a huge fan of no-sun-and-chilly-weather and so when it happened her happiness would know no bounds

She smiled feeling Yazan snuggle against her neck from the back, his chest pressed against her back and callous hands holding her waist firmly in place

She remembered how happy Gul was when she found out she was pregnant, they never told Gul that either her or the baby were to survive- but Gul knew

She knew who had to survive and who not to, Gul was to decide

Yazan and her never bought this topic of Gul up knowing it'd be really hard to even think of the mere possibilities

She sighed and remembered that it was her dearest husband's 28th birthday today, he didn't look like he was 28, go back in time to when he was 22- he was still the same, the man who had her heart since she was 17

She chuckled to herself not believing this amazing man right here whose embrace she was in would be her husband someday

She turned around only to find Yazan had woken up and was staring at her with those black raven orbs of his, his heated intense gaze made the natural crimson of her cheeks to glow more, biting her lip to stop the smile threatening to display on her cherry petals

"Tch..na kiya karein in komal hothon pe zulm begum" he spoke running his hand sensuously down her spine giving her shivers, lips shuddering in the process

Her lowered eyes were not appreciated by him, he wanted to look in her amber eyes, they suited her so much- at a point he wanted their kids to have the same colour

"Upar dekhein zohja" Yazan slowly..painfully slowly whispered in her ears causing her to now close her eyes and enjoy the pleasure

Hands clutching the hem of his casual wear and seeing this he groaned making her open her hazy eyes again

Finally staring into each other's eyes, they found each other, they loved each other, they belonged to each other, they are each other

Yazan just kept staring at her whilst her eyes flickered between his eyes and lips time to time- she so badly wanted to taste them

Still maintaining the eye contact she leaned forward joining their lips together, not moving then yet, just breaths colliding and aankhon mein aakhein teri

Yazan froze as he realised his wife wanted to kiss him, usually he was the one to initiate their intimacy but this time it was her

Seeing no response Haya was to pull away but Yazan was quick and held her head in his right hand yet again joining their lips together

Running his tounge over her cherry red lips as if trying to taste them he kissed her senselessly and a small smile grimaced his lips when he realised Haya was kissing back

He could clearly feel the hotness radiating from him, she was on fire, burning red, blushing crimson

Squeezing her waist which earned him a low moan from her he plunged his tounge across her lips, inside her mouth, into his haven feeling the ginger and cinnamon taste of her mouth, his wife and her midnight tea

Her hands roaming around in his thick locks and her playing with his tounge the same

The glass bangles creating a sweet melody making the both of them hum at the pure sensation

Yazan moved downwards nipping on her milky neck, one hand invading her kurta and roaming around her stomach making her toes curl and tug at his roots with force

Pulling away he once again leaned down to kiss her forehead and rested her forehead on his, both trying to take in large whiffs of oxygen after the passionate kiss

"Happy Birthday Zaan, buddhe ho gaye aap" Haya added lifting up on her elbows to place a tiny kiss on his forehead and then on his hair and laughed and her laugh so beautiful that it just made her husband more whipped

"Shukriya begum" he chucked placing a kiss on her button nose

He didn't feel old- she made him old he was yet to show how old he was ;)

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It was nine in the night and Haya just finished preparing her husband's favourite's and side by side decorating their room with vanilla scented candles, roses and fairy lights and was now decorating the balcony of their room where they were to have their dinner

It was her husband birthday she couldn't risk anything and so she did everything herself, it surely was tiring but it was going to be worth it at the end

Applying a coat of maroon lip tint she looked at herself in the mirror satisfied with her look

Wearing a maroon coloured saree with a backless blouse and full sleeves and minimal makeup on

She had put on her heavy maroon and silver coloured stone embellished earrings which matched just perfect with her attire and look and finally a little mascara and winged eyeliner to enhance her amber eyes, her wavy chestnut hair sprawled on her back till her hips

Hearing the door struck open she saw Yazan there there eyes clashed as she sensed him frozen, disheleved hair, coat in his hands, tie hung loose around his neck and first two buttons of his crisp black shirt open giving her a nice view of his toned smooth chest

He moved towards her with menacing steps which instantly made her move back but before she could go farther he jerked her flush form clad in a saree to himself by her waist, leaving no space in between them with her hands on his shoulders

Sighing he nuzzled his face in her swan like neck and gave out a whiffs of air before pulling out and kissing on her forehead

He knew she did that for him, he was so lucky to have her as his wife, his life, he couldn't even imagine his life without her now

"Bohot khubsurat lag rahi hain aap begum" he mumbled on her lips and sensed her shuddering form due to his proximity

"a..ab chalein fre..fresh ho jaye..in dinner ready hai" Haya stuttered and eyes fluttered close on his sweet ministrastions

"Mujhe aaj dinner nahi karna lekin" Yazan murmured against her skin

"Vo..k..kyu?" Haya questioned stuttering and her husband was enjoying to the fullest

"Kyuki aaj mujhe kuch or chakhna hai" he asked biting her cheeks and her cheeks turned the deepest shade of crimson after deciphering the meaning behind his words

"Le..lekin a..aa..aap abhi abhi aaye..in hain pehle kha le..in" she spoke staring right into His eyes but lowered them due to the intensity of his gaze

"Phir? Jo mai khana chahu wo?" Yazan spoke smirking and kissed her forehead moving towards the ensuite to freshen up

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"Bohot acha khana banaya hai aapne" he moaned taking a bite of biryani into his mouth as she peeked at him through her lashes

Taking her hands into his he placed a kiss on her palm and laughed as she blushed

"Bohot sundar decorations hain begum, I love it, I love you" he uttered whispering and bend to her side pecking her deep maroon shaded lips

She blushed mad at his confession

He got her up from her seat and held her hand slamming her onto him and joined their mouths together for a searing kiss, she could taste the cardamom in his mouth

With their lips joined together he moved them towards the bed which was placed in the centre and scented sweet smoke rose and vanilla

Laying her down on the bed removing the pallu of her saree in the process he nipped on her neck as she roamed her hands on his muscular back biting her lips to stop the traitor sounds threatening to come out

Yazan lifted his face up and tched as he saw her biting her lips and took her lips again in a passionate kiss, this time making her realise to never stop moaning his name, making her realise how much she loved him, making him her addiction

The lipstick was off her lips and her lips were swollen and glossy due to his sweet torture on her delicate petals

He dipped his head again and took her lips in a kiss again this time slow and delicately, he ravished her lips sweetly tasting the cherry of her sweet petals in process taking her saree off leaving her in her camisole and black leggings she wore under the saree to feel comfortable

He eyed her dishelved form, hair sprawled majestically on the bed, hands resting on his chest, lips sowllen due to the numerous kisses and face crimson with heavy breathings

He took her hands bangles clad hands and placed them on the button of his shirt telling her to open them

Haya placed her shivering hands and slowly opened his buttons eyes held captive by his

He tamed her baby hair whilst still maintaining an eye contact with her

She threw open his shirt and fascinated to see the view in front of her, her husband's olive skin smooth and abs on display

"Dekhein sab aapka hi tou hai" he said making her blush

"Haya..hum kuch nahi karenge jab tak tumhe nahi tum ready ho" he muttered playing with the straps of her camisole and averted his gaze towards the balcony where the moon was shining in its glory

Haya stared at the man in her arms and questioned her god that how did she get so lucky?

She was smiling like an idiot in love, she loved her husband, she loved her zaan, she adored him very much

He sighed hearing no response and was about to roll to his side of bed when his wife took his cheeks in her tiny palms and kissed him making his eyes wide

Her hands fell to her sides as he entwined them together with his up on the pillow

He pulled away "don't blame me after this Haya Yazan Ahmed" he growled taking his shirt entirely off and soon her camisole also joined it

He eyed her raw and bare beauty caressing each and every feature of hers with his naked eyes, she was his goddess he was to worship

Dipping his head between her luxuriously soft assets and trailed series of kisses down as she moaned due to the pleasure ignited in her, she felt herself getting wet

He groped her breast in his one hand with the other one's pink swollen bud in his mouth

He teased her pink bud with his tounge sucking on it occasionally making her moan I love you as if chanting hymns

Haya had tears stinging due the intensity of his sweet ministrations

Plopping lazy kisses along the soft flesh of her tummy nipping occasionally, worshipping his goddess

Lips playing with the sweet flesh of her navel while his naughty hands trailed down towards her secret haven

Down towards her throbbing core and he teased it with his fingers over the cotton cloth all the while kissing around her navel

Taking her leggings off and his pants off he joined her again and this time teased her through the skimpy silk cloth of her brief

He ripped it off the instant he felt too much and entered one finger inside her whilst kissing her senseless

"Who do you belong to?" He asked and she just moaned in response, the torture too much for her

"Words janaan" he whispered keeping his lips on her shining tears over her cheekbones

Grasping her lips in his own as he made it to her climax

"You" she almost whispered as she came undone in his hands

Next what followed was a erotic moan as he slammed himself inside her

He kissed her tears away all the while giving her time to adjust and then implanted himself deep inside as they both became one in every single way

Pulling out he looked down at her, shivering cherry lips, inviting him to cherish them throughout and as she opened her eyes

eyes held captive as he leaned in again

Chaand Sifarish Jo Karta Hamari Deta Woh Tumko Bata

Sharm-O-Haya Pe Parde Gira Ke Karni Hain Hamko Khata

Zidd Hain Ab Toh Hain Khud Ko Mitana Hona Hain Tujhmein Fanaa

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