" Sadiaaaaaa, wait till I get home. You'll have it from me you minx!" Shahveer whisper yelled at his wife on the phone, mindful of any eavesdropping ears.

To be fair he was in the middle of a conference room, surrounded by his employees but what was even worse was that his brothers were sitting just on the opposite side of the table.

Sadia his wife, the tease that she is, was sending him suggestive texts since the past one hour. She knew he would be among a lot of people and that was exactly the reason why she did it.

His seductress of a wife gets him all worked up during inappropriate situations and then demands he punish her for being naughty!

Oh but how he loves her!

Theirs was an arrange marriage and it has only been two months but he can say for sure that she was the right choice for him. She was his Hania Bhabhi's school mate and as coincidences happen, they met accidentally at the mall.

It was a series of happy coincidences since then the next thing he knew they were saying Qubool Hai!

Sadia fit right into the Hamdaani Haweli. She got along with the boys like a fellow prankster, she was best friends with his Bhabhis and all their mothers loved her like a daughter.

The children were specifically fond of her. Usaamah and Abaan loved their Dia Chachi and Ilhaam their two years old princess wanted to be in her company. Always!

Shahveer shook his head smiling at his wife's shenanigans. Who would say that she is a powerhouse CFO at her father's company! She probably is in one of her own meetings or as she likes to call it

Boring Executive Playground where you get the best Jello!

He got back to the table as everyone was waiting for him to resume the meeting. His phone had been vibrating non stop reason why Bakhtiyaar Bhai had urged him to answer it lest it be something important.

It was. He now has to decide his wife's punishment!

Shahveer went about his day with an urgency. He can't wait another minute to be home and HOME.

He was going over the fiscal report for the third time in the last hour but all he could see was the red couch. The couch where he had made mad love to his wife.

Dia had surprised him one day with a visit during lunch hour. The minx had come in, locked the door and attacked his lips. He had taken her right there on the red couch by the door.

Shahveer still remembers the day they got married. His Dia was restless the entire ceremony and as soon as they were allowed to leave, she had made a dash towards his Esha'ppi. He hadn't seen her for the next two hours.

He painstakingly sat through all the rituals while his wife was most probably being settled in his room by his sisters. His mama finally had mercy on him and he was allowed to let go.

Bakhtiyaar, Behroz and Zohaib didn't leave anything on his name. He was looted of whatever little he had managed to earn in his 29 years of existence. Exaggeration much?

The minute he had entered his room he was met with the most sensual of sights ever. His siren of a wife was standing at the closet door in nothing but a blood red cover up reaching only her upper thighs!

" Dia baby..." Shahveer gulped, his throat parched.

" Strip"

His wife commanded, still standing in her previous position, the soft light reflection off her sinful curves. Was that a hint of her cleavage that he sees?

" What?" Shahveer couldn't believe his ears. Was this the same prim and proper business woman that he was engaged to since the past few months?

" Kurta. Off. Now" she issued in a seductive voice.

Shahveer complied. But he wasn't one to give into her little game. He would show her who's boss.

He unbuttoned his white kurta in a painfully slow motion, aware of his wife's hitched breath with each inch of his taut bronze skin that it revealed. He removed the white garment and threw it off in the room somewhere making his wife wet her lips at his sight.

" Pants..." Sadia whispered in a husky tone.

Shahveer made way towards her till standing self and pressed up against her body making her aware of just how much she affected him.

" Why don't you help me with them?" Shahveer took her mehendi covered, choodiyan clad hands and kept them on his trouser's clasp.

Sadia the bold beauty, did not hesitate one second before unsnapping the metal clasp, and unzipping his white semi formal trousers.

Shahveer's patience was hanging on its last thread and the minute she raked her painted nails on HIM, he lost it.

Shahveer grabbed her butt and pulled her impossibly closer. He then ground himself in her core and that had her seeing stars. He dug his fingers in her toned thighs and slammed her on the adjacent wall.

Sadia moaned at her husband's ministrations and her hands gripped whatever came their way.

Shahveer then slid down on the ground and started kissing his way up from her feet.

He kissed each of her painted toes, her calves and bit on her inner thighs. He was now nearing a dangerous territory and felt they weren't THERE just yet. His wife had other plans though.

Sadia threaded her long fingers in his hair and pushed him back in position. She urged him to go further up and the moment he made contact with her innermost secrets, she lost it.

A few minutes later she cried out in ecstasy.

Shahveer then peeled his wife off the wall, and deposited her on the bed where he made thorough love to her for the next few hours.

Their life in and outside the bed was very interesting to say the least.

They had gone on a one month long honeymoon on a remote island in the Indian ocean. It was a waste of money though because all they did was eat and make love.

They would stay up late at night cuddling, making love or taking walks on their private beach. But of all the time spent with his wife, Shahveer loved their late night talks, where he would gaze into her onyx eyes.

They were the most expressive pair of the blackest eyes he had ever seen. He fell in love with her then and he told her so. His wife just cried in his arms and he spent the night showing her just how much he meant his each word.

They didn't set foot out of their Villa until the last four days!

His wife had reprimanded him for being so shameless but he had shut her up with a good long kiss. Needless to say, they now had only three days left for exploring the island!

They came back with a healthy tan, love struck expressions and glowing faces! Hania and Qiraat left no chance to tease the newly Weds but ( as his wife calls him) would just pull her closer or kiss her cheeks in front of his sisters.

That would earn him another round of a teasing session and a smack on his head from his wife. Life was the best it could ever get!

It was already ten in the night and almost everyone had left for home. Even his brothers had left a few hours ago.

Shahveer sighed and packed up his things. He was way too tired today to drive home and so his driver was called upon for his services. It was better to be driven in this state of mind than drive and end up in the catacombs.

The house was downed in darkness as it should be at this time of the day. It had taken him an hour to reach home due to the dreary weather.

He saw his Mama waiting for him in the kitchen, with her head resting on her arm and most probably asleep.

Shahveer heaved an exasperated sigh. How many times had he told her not to wait up for him. He wasn't a child for her to worry so much!

" Mama, maine kaha hai na aapse mujhe aaney me deri ho jaati hai. Aap please mera wait na kiya karein" Shahveer helped a disoriented Faiqa up and gave her a glass of water.

" Kaise na karu. Mera beta itna thaka haara aata hai aur usse garam khaana bhi naseeb na ho?" Faiqa combed his hair back with her fingers.

Her poor baby boy worked too hard. Gone was his smile, his mischief and his love for food. These days he has buried himself in work and doesn't come home until way past midnight. She is surprised to see him home before twelve today. Maybe there still is hope for her baby. Faiqa always prayed for his happiness to her Allah.

Shahveer rest his head against his mother's shoulder and gave her a gentle smile. A rare occurrence for his mama these days. His once generous smiles were now down to a bare minimum.

" Achaa chalein, ab jaag hi rahe hai toh khana bhi kha hi lete hai" Shahveer hugged her shoulders and kissed the side of her head.

What would he do without his mother!

" Rajma banwaya hai, aur tumhari Duaa Ammi ne tumhara favorite halwa bhi banaya tha. Roz aur Zoh pura kha jaatein, par mere pyaare Sammy ne apne Veer Chachu ke liye apna hissa rakhna chaha, toh phir..." Faiqa rambled on what happened at the dinner table today.

The table was packed with the family members but it wasn't a lively affair. These days it seldom is. Usaamah or Sammy as they all like to call him, Abaan and Ilhaam were the ones who were the raunak of the house.

" Mama, bass. Aur nahi kha sakta hoon" Shahveer gently stopped her from giving him a second helping of his once favorite food.

" Thoda sa?" Faiqa almost cried at her son's tired face and sunken eyes. But she reigned her emotions in before he sensed her distress. He didn't need the added stress of seeing his mother's woes

" Nahi Mama. I'm full" Shahveer gulped his water and picked up the plate.

" Aap soyein please. I'll clean up" Shahveer stopped her from doing anything more.

" I promise aapke dinner set nahi todunga" he joked and playfully ushered her out.

Faiqa saw a sliver of the little mischievous boy that her baby once used to be and her eyes teared up. She kissed his forehead and rushed towards the safety of her room and her husband's arms before she broke down. Again!

Shahveer shook his head and got back to the task at hand. He washed the dishes, wiped them and left them to dry in the rack by the sink. He then cleaned up the table and switched off the kitchen lights.

He checked the main door and the windows before going up to his room. Then he saw her. His wife.

Wrapped up in his quilt, her tiny body was huddled closer to the edge. An inch more and she would kiss the ground. Shahveer smiled and shook his head at her habit.

He changed into only a pair of sweatpants despite it pouring outside. He suddenly felt too hot.

Shahveer crawled onto his bed and went and took her body in his arms. Her hair covering half of her noorani face, only her plump lips visible. He couldn't control himself from having a taste of her and that's what he did.

He pecked her ruby red lips. Once. Twice. Thrice.

And then she responded. She kissed him back in her sleep.

That was all it took for Shahveer and he dove into the secrets that her lips whispered. Secrets just for his ears.

Shahveer removed the quilt from her frame and parted her legs. He settled himself in between her thighs and softly rocked against her lithe body.

" I need you Babe" he whispered against her lips. He received a sleepy moan in response and a tightening of her legs around his waist, bringing him closer to herself.

That was all the invitation needed and he divested themselves of the clothing barriers. Their union was a slow and gentle rhythm of bodies. He did hear an indistinct gasp of pain but it was disregarded in their passionate haze.

They came down from their high and as was his habit he kissed her chin, her cheeks, her lips and then her nose.

He would always save her beautiful eyes for the last because he wants her to see in his own when he declared his love for her. He wants her to gauge the depth of his sincere emotions that his heart festers for her.

He kissed her still closed eyelids one by one and whispered slowly.

" I love you Dia..."

And then she opened her eyes. Her Blue Eyes.

Ibtihaaj

His wife.

His week old second bride whom he had thoroughly ravished not even minutes ago.

And she was looking at him with the most hurt blue eyes.

Allah! What had he done?