Author's PoV:

Ahan woke up to the sound of soft snores. Adjusting his vision in the dark he found his wife's head on his chest. He brushed her hair away to see her long lashes kissing her cheeks and her lips formed into a pout. Her bare arms were wrapped around his torso which made him smile like a lovesick teenager. Sighing, he pulled her closer and placed a kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering there for longer than needed. Alhamdulillah, he whispered before closing his eyes and dozing off.

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Ashiya opened her eyes and smiled seeing her husband's sleeping form. He looked like a kid, cute and carefree. His hair was a mess and there was a slight smile on his face. Wondering what he must be dreaming about, Ashiya made a move to get up and realised that she was caged in Ahan's arms. Not just that, she noticed that they were under the same duvet and Ahan had his upper body completely free of any clothing. She peeked inside to check her own and nudity greeted her. She became aware of their state as memories from last night came rushing. Embarrassment and anxiety hit her as she now worried about how she was going to face him. She wanted to run away and hide out of shyness for she had not only had sex with him, but also had told him about her feelings. Her goddamn feelings.

So, in an attempt to free herself from his hold, she somehow manages to wake him up and his eyes landed on her, she felt her body going still. Ahan rubbed his eyes as he picked up his phone from the side table. Placing it back after glancing at its screen, he grabbed Ashiya's arm and pulled her to himself, exposing whatever she had managed to hide.

"There's still some time left for Fajr," his sleepy voice made her feel jittery. He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck and noticed how his wife tried to create some distance between their bodies. He noticed the heaving of her chest and rapid blinking of her eyes, something she did when she was nervous.

In a second, Ashiya found herself under her husband as he flipped himself, trapping her from both sides. His dark eyes met her wide ones and Ashiya felt her insides sinking. He found her innocence irresistible. She looked naive even after the things they did last night so he took it upon himself to change that.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" he sounded serious and Ashiya forgot the simple art of speaking. Whatever confidence she had gathered in her entire life seemed to slip away everytime Ahan looked at her with all his seriousness. It was something she had no control over and she cursed herself for being so affected by him. "Last night wasn't enough for you, was it?"

It looked like she was in some sort of trance for she found her tongue frozen. She just kept looking at him as she waited for him to make his next move. To do things to her.

Ahan read his wife's face like an open book and smirked. He brought his face lower, his nose nudging hers as he let his index finger trace her cheek, her neck and shoulders before stopping just above her bosom. "I believe we need more of each other," his voice was so low and husky that Ashiya had to press her thighs together for she felt a weird sensation travelling south from her pit. She felt his breath on her lips teasing her and she wondered how the hell did he not have morning breath. She shook that thought away as she had more important things to pay attention to.

"Stop me if things get rough," was the last breathless statement she heard before his lips came crashing down on hers, sucking and biting hungrily like a lion feasting on his prey. He ripped the duvet off her body and grabbed as much as he could. Ashiya let out a moan which got lost in the battle of tongues and teeth. Her hands found home in his hair and she pulled hard, making him crazier than he already was. The feeling of wanting to run away from him was long gone. Now, the only thing she wanted was to give all of herself to him. To let him cross all the limits. To take her to a new height, higher than the last one.

And so he did. His lips explored every inch of her form as she laid panting for air. Exploring the depths of pleasure and lust, he made sure that she was left satisfied.

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Ashiya got out of the bed after her rough lovemaking session and Ahan noticed how she walked like a penguin, wincing in pain. He cursed himself for his aggression and went ahead to lift her up in his arms.

"It's okay, I'm fine," Ashiya tried to protest but Ahan ignored her.

"You should have stopped me," he spoke as he made his way to the bathroom. Ashiya decided to stay quiet because she had nothing to say to that. How could she tell him that she in fact had wanted him to be rough with her. Wouldn't that make her seem…desperate? He lowered her inside the bathtub and switched the geyser on. Letting water pour inside, he grabbed a loofah from the bathroom shelf and gently started rubbing his wife's thighs.

"Ahan please, you're embarrassing me," Ashiya pleaded but Ahan was in no mood to listen. He went on to rub her abdomen and was about to spread her thighs when she got hold of his hands, making him look up. "Please," she looked at him helplessly. Sighing, he nodded and left from there, closing the door behind.

Once alone, Ashiya turned the shower on and stood under it. She let the cold water wash her as she made sense of everything that happened within the last few hours.

First, she wasn't a virgin anymore. She had lost it and the thought overwhelmed her. It was not like she regretted it. She, in fact, was glad that she had lost it to her husband, her love.

This made her realise another thing. The fact that she had expressed her feelings for Ahan last night and that he had reciprocated them. This made her blush from head to toe. It was hard for her to believe that they had confessed their love for each other. It felt like a dream.

After she was done, she stood up to grab her clothes from the hanger and found nothing but a shirt which belonged to Ahan. She opened the door slightly, peeking out to see if Ahan was there and saw him facing the balcony. He must have felt her gaze for she turned his head in her direction, eyebrows raised. She blushed.

"Can you…can you give me my clothes from the wardrobe, please?"

"I can but I won't," he smirked. Ashiya looked surprised and confused but she knew it was of no use to try to persuade him. So she closed the door and went back inside. Pacing on the bathroom tile for a good two minutes, she realised that she had no other choice but to wear that shirt. She grabbed it from the hanger and slipped it on. It was too loose for her. It's length reached her thighs, leaving the rest of her body exposed. Inhaling deeply, she walked out into the room, her attire grabbing her man's attention.

Ahan's eyes followed Ashiya's movements, particularly the way her legs moved so elegantly. They were long and smooth, inviting him for sinful things. He walked in her direction, his broad structure radiating dominance.

Ashiya felt him approaching and quickly tried to take out her clothes from the wardrobe so that she could escape but Ahan was fast enough to catch her. He got hold of her wrist and made her turn to him and noticed the white shirt which had become transparent thanks to the water droplets falling from her hair.

"This," he took hold of the collar, "is my shirt."

Ashiya frowned at him. She wasn't sure about what he was trying to imply. "I want it. Now."

Ashiya's frown deepened as she narrowed her eyes at him. "But I'm wearing it," she reasoned to which he shrugged.

"Then take it off," Ahan suggested casually and suppressed a laugh as Ashiya became flustered.

"You've gone mad," she shook her head and attempted to walk away but Ahan pulled her closer. He was now holding the bottom hem of the shirt, his fingers grazing her thighs.

"Have I?" he asked in fake innocence to which Ashiya nodded and licked her lips unconsciously. Ahan's eyes were quick to follow that. "You know what that does to me, don't you?" his voice had become soft. He gently pushed her against the wardrobe and hovered over her. Ashiya saw him decreasing whatever distance that was left between them as he held her cheek. She knew what he wanted. His gaze was fixed on her lips and when he brought his face lower to do the deed, they heard the adhan.

Ashiya took this as a chance and brought her finger against his lips, stopping him. "The adhan is being called. Go and do your ghusl quickly otherwise we'll get late." It wasn't a request or a simple statement. It was an order and Ahan knew how serious his wife was in terms of performing her prayers on time so he sighed in defeat and obliged her but not before planting a quick peck on her cheek.

"Until next time," he winked and walked away, leaving Ashiya smiling to herself.

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Fajr : The Fajr prayer is one of the five mandatory salah (Islamic prayer), to be performed anytime starting from the moment of dawn, but not after sunrise.

Adhan : Wikipedia

Adhan is the Islamic call to prayer (Salah) recited by a muezzin at prescribed times of the day.

Ghusl : ritual washing of the whole body, as prescribed by Islamic law to be performed in preparation for prayer and worship, and after sexual activity, childbirth, menstruation, etc.