" Shahveer Hamdaani!" Ibtihaaj shouted at her husband.

" Jee Rooh-e-Shahveer?" Shahveer replied nervously.

"You better leave the room within the next five seconds!" She warned him.

" But I don't want to..." Shahveer stomped his feet like a petulant child.

" I don't care!" Ibtihaaj was losing her patience now.

" I'm counting" she threatened.

" Ibtihaaj. Rooh-e-Hayat!" Shahveer tried to hold her but she just slapped his hands away.

" Five " she began the countdown.

" Ibti " he tried again.

" Four " she wasn't listening.

" Baby " he took another approach.

" Three " she was this close now.

" Mere Bachon Ki Jannah" Oh he was sneaky!

" Two " that did earn him a stifled smile though.

" Rooh " he knew she melts when he calls her by this name.

" One " today was not his lucky day it seems.

" That's it! I'm calling Mama. Mamaaa"

The rest of her voice was swallowed by Shahveer as he took her lips in a passionate kiss.

Shahveer settled in between her legs and propped his body on his elbows so as not to put his entire weight on her delicate frame.

His lips urged her to respond and tongue seeked entrance to her tightly sealed mouth.

When she didn't relent he squeezed her full bosom, eliciting a moan from her.

He successfully invaded her mouth and let out a moan of his own as his wife tugged his hair at the height of her passion.

Shahveer slowed down the kiss and gave her light pecks to stabilize her senses. In the end he just kept their lips connected and unmoving, gazing at her with all the adoration he has for her.

Ibtihaaj caught her breath and playfully hit his chest, pushing him away. Shahveer just laughed at his Little Billo.

Who knew that the cute kitty is actually a fierce lioness!

" You can't always do this" Ibtihaaj scowled at her husband.

" Do what sweetheart?" Shahveer placed wet kisses on her throat and went down to her collar bone.

Ibtihaaj moaned but gained back her bearing.

She protested but in response he only pulled the sleeve down from her shoulder and lavished kisses there.

" This!" She moaned.

" What?" Shahveer was in a playful mood now.

" You can't always distract me with your kisses when I'm scolding you!" Ibtihaaj tried to sound stern.

" I can't?" He raised an eyebrow.

" You shouldn't?" She questioned nervously.

" I shouldn't?" He smirked now.

" Why?" He asked making her gulp.

" Because you're a good boy?" Ibtihaaj tried.

She went from stalking her prey to being preyed. Oh how the tables turn!

" Oh Baby I'm not! I'm the baddest boy ever" Shahveer laughed evilly sending goosebumps all over her body. The good kind.

Shahveer wrapped her legs around his waist, kissed her chin and made his way downwards from there. He licked her collar bone and descended towards a dangerous territory.

He then cupped her ample bosom and gave them a light kiss.

Ibtihaaj pulled at his hair and made him look up from his task, talking with her eyes.

" I'll be gentle Babe, promise!" He pecked her lips.

Ibtihaaj pulled him as close as she possibly could because her senses were in an overdrive and she had no control over herself.

" Veer...!" She moaned his name and came apart in his arms. Shahveer followed close behind and he too collapsed on her, too tired to move.

Ibtihaaj hugged him to her chest and he just hummed in appreciation. This was where he wants to be. In his wife's arms.

They haven't made love apart from that first time which gave them their precious little baby.

They did everything else though. Everything!

Shahveer wanted to take their relationship slow but ever since the day of their first date three weeks ago, Ibtihaaj clung to him like a vine. She was scared of letting him go.

They slept on the same bed every night and it was Ibtihaaj who had asked him to kiss her. He too had wanted to do the same but didn't want to make his wife uncomfortable.

That was almost a fortnight ago and Shahveer kissed her every chance he got. They've moved to second base since last week and Ibtihaaj was thoroughly enjoying every minute of it.

She loved being the center of her husband's universe. His entire life revolves around her and their baby. Whatever gile-shikwe she had from him are slowly fading away.

Shahveer is replacing every bad memory of their relationship with a beautiful one and she absolutely adored him for that.

Ibtihaaj has recently discovered that her husband is extremely badmaash and had a very naughty childhood. Her Mama told her everything he ever did and she couldn't control her laughter listening to his shenanigans.

Duaa Ammi told her that Esha'ppi was their ring leader and the twins their sidekicks. All the masti and pranks would originate from the

Musa and Bakhtiyaar were immensely well behaved kids yet always the target of this

Shahveer loves to irritate Ibtihaaj with all the facts and information he has researched on pregnancy. If he's not at the office, he's tailing behind her rattling of what a falaana researcher said or what a dhimkaa scientist published in a maternity journal!

It was cute in the beginning but now he's getting on her nerves.Today was one such day.

Shahveer was acting as if she is extremely fragile and would possibly wrap her up in cotton if he is allowed to. Everytime Ibtihaaj tried to scold him he would kiss her to cause a distraction. It worked every single time.

Even now he was trying to dissuade her from eating her favorite French Fries.

How dare he!

Shahveer loved his current position. He went ahead, took a swollen bud in his mouth and bit her playfully, wanting to go at it again. She almost moaned but was stopped by a knock on the door.

Ibtihaaj hurriedly pushed him away and wore her kameez. Shahveer laughed at his wife.

Just a minute ago she was a Jungli Billi and now she is a Bheegi Billi!

" Wear your damn clothes!" Ibtihaaj threw his shirt at him and he only laughed at her flustered self.

" Veer!" She seethed at his relaxed posture as if they aren't half naked and there wasn't anyone knocking on their door!

" Relax Meri Jaan. Main dekhta hoon" he straightened her clothes and finger combed her hair making her as presentable as possible.

Although one look at her and anyone would be easily able to tell that she was thoroughly ravished by her husband. That made his chest swell up in pride and he gave her a long kiss which only broke because of another knock.

Shahveer lazily left his bed and sauntered towards the door while wearing his T-shirt.

" Veer!" Ibtihaaj called him back, scandalized at his appearance.

Shahveer raised his eyebrows at her and smirked.

" We'll continue after I take care of who ever is at the door" he winked at her only to receive a cushion to his face.

" Jeans ka button band karo" Ibtihaaj was mortified at her actions but it is what it is!

" Ye kab kiya?" Shahveer himself was shocked because he didn't even feel her doing that!

" Impressive! I must say that I've taught you well. The student has now become the master" he smirked pompously but received a glare in return.

Shahveer sighed and ran fingers through his long hair.

" Ungrateful brat!" He mumbled while opening the door revealing his Mama.

" Jee Mama" he asked politely.

" Ibtihaaj ne awaaz lagayi thi? " Faiqa was confused.

If Shahveer was already present here then why did she call out to her?

" Meri Pregnant Biwi ne aadhey ghantey pehle aapko bulaya tha, aur aap ab aarahi hai?" Shahveer playfully taunted his mother.

" Y'all are very alert. Waah bhai waah!" He clapped dramatically.

" Hatt pagal! Bas nautanki karwa lo isse "

Faiqa rolled her eyes at her draameybaaz son, moved him aside and entered his room.

" Ibtihaaj kya hua beta? "

Faiqa saw her disheveled self and one look at the bed told her the entire story. She was happy with their progress but didn't want to embarrass her anymore than she already looked, by addressing it.

" Mama? Aap yaha?" Ibtihaaj was still disoriented, courtesy her naughty husband.

" Tumne awaaz lagayi thi mujhe" Faiqa went towards her and swept a rogue strand of hair behind her ear.

" Humne?" Ibtihaaj asked her confused.

" Aur ye fries khatam kyu nahi kiye ab tak?" Faiqa looked at the almost full bowl of French Fries.

Ibtihaaj had pestered them to take her to McDonald's for fries but then Duaa put her foot down and had Hania make it at home.

And here she didn't even eat half of it.

" Fries?" Ibtihaaj repeated and then it clicked.

" !" She looked at her husband with narrowed eyes who was standing behind her Mama, making him gulp fearfully.

Shahveer knew that his wife will tattle to his Mama and he obviously cannot distract her with a kiss now.

He can but he shouldn't if he still wants to live under this roof!

" Mama aap apne bete se keh dein hume zyada pareshaan nahi karein. Inhone humare khaane par nazar laga rakhi hai..." Ibtihaaj complained to an amused Faiqa.

" Achaa?" Faiqa goaded her.

" Aur nahi toh kya Mama! Har waqt bas rok tok kartein rehte hain. Rooh ye nahi khao, isme transfat hai. Rooh wo nahi khao, usme saturated sugar hai. Rooh ye ghaas phoos khao isme dhimkaa falaana hai. Allah! Hum thak chuke hain inki nutritional chart sunte sunte. Shohar hai ya dietician?" Ibtihaaj threw her hands in the air dramatically.

" Rooh?" Faiqa teased her.

This was the first time she was hearing her daughter's monicker and it was so cute!

" Wo Mama..." Ibtihaaj was shy hearing that.

How could she so carelessly reveal the name that her husband lovingly calls her with, even at the heights of passion!

Shahveer stood behind with his hands in his pockets, his chest puffed up seeing the effect he has on his wife.

Faiqa laughed at her adorable daughter. She was perfect for her naughty son!

" Ha Ibtihaaj, batao Mama kya pooch rahi hai?" Shahveer poked her and this earned him another cushion to his face.

" Dekha Mama kaise zulm karti hai ye aapke chotey se betey par! Main toh bas iske aur apne bachey ki fikr me karta hoon ye sab" Shahveer pouted at his mother.

Even Ibtihaaj smiled at him. Her husband was too adorable.

" Kal akhbaar me front page par headline aayegi

PREGNANT BIWI NE KIYA HASTEY HUE SHOHAR PAR HUMLA. JANAAZA AAJ SHAAM HAWELI MEIN!

Bata raha hoon main Mama. Ye..."

Shahveer stopped his rant on hearing a whimper.

Ibtihaaj was sniffing hearing her husband talk about his fictional death. Pregnancy hormones!

" Arre main mazaak kar raha tha Meri Jaan. I won't leave you alone ever. Promise!" Shahveer immediately went and took her in his arms. It was a task to console a crying Ibtihaaj.

" Mazaak me bhi aap hume akela nahi chodein. Hum bardaasht nahi kar payenge" Ibtihaaj held his T-shirt in her fists and pleaded him with her big watery blue eyes.

" I'm not going anywhere Babe" he whispered in her ears soothingly

"Even if I die I'll come back to haunt you..." Shahveer couldn't help but add cheekily.

" Mamaaa dekhein na inhe" Ibtihaaj cried to her mother.

Faiqa shook her head and twisted her son's ears.

" Badmaash! Meri beti ko tang karna band karo. I'm taking her down with me and don't you dare follow " she helped Ibtihaaj get up and led her towards the door.

" Rooh Chappalein pehno!" Shahveer immediately sprung up from the bed and took her slippers in hand. He bent down and helped her wear them.

Faiqa was thanking Allah for her children's happiness.

" Veer dhyaan rakha karo beta. She's in a delicate condition now. Aainda se aisa na ho okay?" Faiqa gently reprimanded her son.

" Haan Mama aur daatein" Ibtihaaj gave her husband a smug look.

" Aur inse kahein humare French Fries bhi wapas karein " Ibtihaaj went and snatched her precious bowl of fries from him.

" Chor!" She whispered just to him lest her Mama scold her too.

" Dekhein Mama..." Shahveer began only to be shut off by his mother's glare.

" Enough! Not another word" Faiqa was exasperated at having to solve these silly fights every day.

" You. Come down with me" she pointed at a smirking Ibtihaaj.

" And you. Do your homework!" She said to her son for lack of anything else.

" Homework?" Shahveer was baffled. He didn't do homework even in school!

" Joh bhi kaam tum ghar par kartein ho" Faiqa was irritated now.

" Ghar par toh ye bas humare peeche padey rehte hain..." Ibtihaaj stopped when she realized that she would have revealed another personal information.

" Kuch bhi karo but don't you dare follow us downstairs" Faiqa warned her son.

" Okay!" Shahveer beamed at his mother and flew down the stairs before them.

" Shahveer!" Faiqa shouted after him.

" You said not to follow" he shouted from the last step.

" Aapke pehle jaane se nahi roka tha mujhe" he laughed and ran towards the lounge where his brothers would be.

" Pagal" Faiqa shook her head smiling at her naughty son. It was good to see him back to his old self.

" Thank you for being patient with him sweetheart" Faiqa kissed Ibtihaaj's forehead, grateful to this beautiful girl for giving her son back to them.

" I think I'm falling in love with him..." Ibtihaaj whispered to herself.

Faiqa heard her but chose to stay quiet. She will let her children figure their love life out.

Faiqa and Ibtihaaj entered the lounge to see Shahveer sprawled on the couch and Behroz sitting on the floor. It looked like he was pushed down and knowing Shahveer she knew it was her son who did it.

" Bhabhi Fries. Mujhe bhi chahiye! " Zohaib perked up seeing the bowl in Ibtihaaj's hand.

He grabbed a handful and stuffed them in his mouth before his brothers ask for their share from him.

" According to a Harvard professor, you should only eat six fries per serving " Shahveer tried to educate his brother.

" What?" Behroz looked up at him weirdly.

" I don't have time for this negativity" Zohaib made a face at his older brother and grabbed another handful of the said delicacy.

" THIS! This is what I have to endure every minute that he's home" Ibtihaaj squealed excitedly, finally having proof of her husband's torture.

Shahveer pouted at her and the twins smiled sympathetically. It is not easy being a Hamdaani wife. Especially a Pregnant Hamdaani Wife!

" Baba, aap inhe Sunday ko bhi office bhejein. Ghar par rahein toh kahi hum pagal na ho jaaye" Ibtihaaj turned to an amused Azaan.

Shahveer scowled at his wife. She's going to get punished for this stunt!

Azaan laughed because his son is finally getting to taste his own medicine!

" Ibtihaaj! Shohar ke saath aisa salookh kartein hain! " Duaa and Aamaal who came with trays of refreshments, exclaimed.

" Jee Ammi?" Ibtihaaj gulped.

" Aise nahi kartein hai beta" Duaa began shaking her head at her nadaani.

" Ek bas aap hi hai Ammi joh meri sagi hai. Ye baaki sab toh sautele hai" Shahveer sat beside Duaa and hugged her.

" Ask your Baba to give him specific work. Warna isne toh office jaakar so jaana hai. It all lies in the details beta" Duaa added cheekily making everyone laugh.

Shahveer kept his head on her shoulder and groaned, " Aap bhi Ammi. Aur Chachi main toh aapka laadla hoon na ?" He accused them for planning against him.

" Achaa chalo. Mere betey ko pareshaan nahi karo sab ke sab. Kitna pyara hai ye" Rayyan who heard the last of their conversation came to his rescue.

" Pyara toh pata nahi par afsos yahi hai ki yeh humara hai" Furqaan was not one to be left behind.

" Bakhtii Bhai!" Shahveer turned towards his brother.

" Hatt Oye! Main kyu teri side lene laga?" Bakhtiyaar struck his tongue out at him.

" Achaa chalein ab bass karde. Yeh jaise bhi hai humare shohar hai aur humne iss baat se samjhauta kar liya hai. Aap sab bhi karlein" Ibtihaaj took one last jab at him knowing very well what was in store for her once they were alone in their room.

" Movie dekhein?" Hania suggested.

They all agreed and filed out of the lounge towards the Den.

" Tumhe main raat me dekh lunga" Shahveer whispered in her ears and bit it. They were the last ones left behind owing to her waddling pace.

" Veer" Ibtihaaj moaned at his actions. She was too sexually frustrated these days.

" Soon baby. Soon" Shahveer squeezed her butt as he helped her walk.

The Den was darkened for the projector and Shahveer was taking full advantage of the situation.

The entire movie he was accidentally touching her. He would brush his hands against her chest while reaching for the bowl of popcorn or grip her thighs dangerously close to her forbidden place when he laughed.

Shahveer was thoroughly enjoying both; the movie as well as his wife's ragged breaths.

The dinner table was also proving to be his playfield where he enticed his wife's senses by constantly touching her.

He was very discreet though so as to not get caught. It would be very embarrassing to explain to his entire family as to why his wife was panting when his hand disappeared beneath the table.

They wouldn't possibly believe that he was retrieving a fallen spoon, would they?

Ibtihaaj excused herself from sitting through the Post Dinner Coffee Confluence, by citing back pain.

Her Mama, bless her heart offered to give her a massage but she politely declined saying that she will sleep it off.

Shahveer smirked.

Oh they will SLEEP alright!

Faiqa told Shahveer to help Ibtihaaj up to their room and retire for the night. She had an idea what her backache was all about and was extremely happy for them.

She just prayed that Allah preserves her children's happiness. They've suffered enough.

Shahveer was actually concerned about his wife seeing as she was now in her sixth month of pregnancy and her backaches have become much more severe. He would cancel all their plans if it gets too painful for his little wife.

" Rooh, are you alright? Bohot dard ho raha hai? Main massage kar doon?" He picked her up in his arms as soon as they were out of their family's sight.

" Veer! Hume neeche utaarein. Hum bohot heavy hai!" Ibtihaaj shrieked at him.

" Oh puhlease! You're as thin as a twig. I'm benching 185 pounds these days so that I can easily lift you. But Allah! it's all wasted efforts. You don't weigh more than my punching bag!" Shahveer motioned a pouting Ibtihaaj to open their door.

" I'm telling Mama you're not listening to me and just eating junk. I know where you keep your stash and who your junk food peddler is" Shahveer snorted and rolled his eyes at his wife.

" Aapko kaise pata?" Ibtihaaj was shocked.

She thought they were very discreet with their dealings but apparently not.

" Zohaib is not very subtle with hiding things. You chose the wrong man for the job. Ussey achey toh mere Usaamah aur Abaan hai. Infact Ilhaam bhi Zohaib se zyada smart hai!" Shahveer shook his head at her rookie mistake.