After Maaz showered. He stepped out wiping his wet hair with a towel. He looked around and found Anaya sleeping soundly on his bed. He frowned. He hated sharing, but now he would have to share his bed with her.

Calm down, Maaz. It is just temporary – He reminded himself. Then, he crumpled the towel and threw it on the sofa.

Grumpily, he walked towards his bed and sat on his side. He leaned and stretched his legs, placing one foot over the other. He sighed and kept staring front. Life was so unpredictable, it seemed just yesterday he was a young-free man wanting to be a model but running his father's empire and then, next day, he was a married man. Chained into a relationship with a woman he barely knew.

Maaz frowned as he realized that he hadn't even looked at his bride properly. He shifted and slightly twisted his body to look at Anaya.

Though he never imagined getting married so soon, he had some image of his would-be wife. He imagined her to be no one less than a model. Tall, curvy, fair with long lustrous hair, full lips, perfect jawline and the usual. These thoughts crossed his mind only once a while because the rest of the time he would spend thinking or admiring himself.

Anaya was fast asleep. And luckily, she was facing him. He leaned closer and noticed her nose was pierced but she wasn't wearing anything, even her ears were bare. He lowered his gaze and noticed her Tee was loose and he could get a glimpse of her cleavage. He shifted little back for a better view. Maaz noticed her chest was fairer than her face and arms, which were slightly tanned. He stretched his neck and peeped inside. He saw there was a mole on the extreme left of her right breast. He also noticed her assets were smaller than the women he had seen on covers of men's magazines.

After a while, he realized he had been peeping inside her shirt for too long and so quickly, he looked away. His cheeks burned.

What a pervert you are? – His brain scolded him.

But she is your wife- His heart argued

But she doesn't know what a creep her husband is being. Staring at her boobs while she is asleep. Have you heard of something called consent? – His brain reasoned.

Maaz felt embarrassed and made a mental note to apologize to her.

Yup. And what about when she stares at your bare chest. Where is consent then, huh? – His heart argued once again.

Maaz looked away and shifted in his place. A moment later, he looked at her face from the corner of his eyes. Anaya had very lovely features, she had a heart-shaped face with downturned lips, the lower-lip looked plumper than the upper-lip, her lip was small and cute, the cupid's arrow of her lips was clearly visible. Maaz licked his lips as he admired her cute lips. A moment later he realized he might end up kissing her and of course, startling her and then receiving a slap. He moved his gaze up to her eyes.

Her almond-shaped eyes were closed. Maaz wondered what her eye-color was, he never paid attention to it. Her arched eyebrows were perfectly trimmed and shaped. He ran his gaze through the length of her body, her body type was a slim pear shape. Though Maaz preferred curvy women this was also okay.

Manageable – He thought.

As he kept staring at her, she shifted and turned to the other side. He sighed and shifted to look the other side. Pulling the duvet till his waist, he closed his eyes.

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Three hours later,

Anaya stirred in her sleep. She shifted moving her arm and accidentally slapped someone. That, someone, groaned, and her eyelids flung open. She turned her head and realized she had slapped Maaz's bare arm. Her fingers lingered a moment longer over his smooth skin before she quickly retracted her hand.

Yikes- She thought as she hurriedly sat up on the bed. She looked at her hand and shuddered. She was distracted as she felt a weight beside her shift. Startled, Anaya was about to topple down. Then, she realized because of the weirdness of sleeping next to a guy she had shifted so close to the edge. She grabbed the edge of the bed and looked at Maaz.

Maaz now lay flat on his back, sprawled. She noticed his chest rise and fall as he took steady breaths. Her gaze trailed tiny hair over his bare chest down his ribs and stomach. It seemed he recently shaved or waxed. Anaya blinked at his chest. He had a good physique but was not very muscular. He had a lean athletic body but had only two slightly visible abs. She covered her mouth to suppress her giggle. He shows off his body as though it is the best, but he doesn't even have abs. Her smile vanished when she noticed the blanket was off him, exposing him completely. Also, his pants were low. Was it by purpose or accident? She wondered. She noticed the pelvic bone running inside the pant and her gaze stopped at his crotch. She noticed it was slightly budged. Her eyes widened, and she looked up at him. He was fast asleep.

Eww – She quickly climbed down the bed. Looking at a man's crotch for the first time, freaked her out. She recollected that fateful stormy night and remembered seeing him stark naked. And she cringed hard with her nose scrunched and a frown on her face. Quickly, she closed her eyes and began taking deep breaths until she was calm. She exhaled loudly. Then tip-toed to his side of the bed and picked up the blanket. She closed her eyes shut and placed the blanket over him. She covered him till his chest and then opened her eyes. She let out the breath she had been holding. She about to move but before she left, her gaze fell on his face.

Looking at him, Anaya realized she had never paid attention to his looks. Though she thought he was handsome, this was the first time she was looking at his features from close. Maaz was much like his father, Rashid, handsome and tall. He had an oval face, oval eyes, straight nose, thin lips, and slightly tanned skin tone. Tall, dark and handsome. For the first time, Anaya didn't feel annoyed at being married to him.

At least my husband is good-looking. It will be less unbearable – She thought.

Anaya looked towards the door and wondered where Mehnaz and Rukhsar were. They hadn't come to disturb her sleep. She was surprised when she looked at the time, she had slept like a baby for three hours, straight. Perhaps, it was fatigue from packing all her stuff from her apartment, then getting married and moving here or it was the awesome jacuzzi and the relaxing scented shower gel. Nevertheless, now that she was wide awake, Anaya decided she will arrange her wardrobe.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and tied her hair into a loose ponytail. Then, she walked towards the wardrobe. She opened the door and wasn't surprised to see it messy. It was all of Maaz's clothes gathered in a mess.

'It is going to be a long one.' She sighed placing her palms on her hips. Taking a moment to herself she began arranging everything.

Half an hour later, she was done. She had kept aside his clothes and left some space for her clothes. She had even pushed hanged clothes to one side. Then, she took out her neatly folded clothes and placed them on her side. She hung her clothes on one side too. Now, she needed to clean the drawers.

There were two drawers, and she thought one will be enough for her. She opened it and found magazines. She opened the other one to transfer the magazine. The first few magazines were men's health and fitness magazine. Her eyes nearly popped out when she saw the next slot – The Playboy magazines. He had carefully kept them hidden among the men's magazines. She frowned as she picked one of the magazines. On the cover, there was a girl wearing the skimpiest of clothes and lay sprawled on a beach. She flipped through the pages and stopped on one where it was a photo of a girl teasing the men (who read the magazine) by lowering the strap of lacy white bra and showing only a glimpse of her breast. Anaya shuddered to make a face and closed the book.

The magazines got worse; he had hidden the most vulgar ones in the last. Anaya creeped out seeing a magazine with photos of girls, most of them topless.

Chi – Anaya turned her head and watched Maaz sleeping peacefully – What a pervert? - She thought in her head. She handled those books as though it was radio-active and placed them under heaps of the other magazines. After that, she arranged the drawer with her under-garments and closed it. She wondered if he had a key, if not she will make sure she gets one made. She doesn't trust him.

Initially, she found him annoying but now he was just creeping her out.

After arranging everything including the dressing table, Anaya selected a Yellow Anarkali suit. Since it was her first day, or rather evening in her Sasural she decided to wear ethnic wear. She wore the dress in the bathroom and walked out. Maaz was still sleeping. She ignored him as she walked towards the dressing table. She adjusted the dupatta on her shoulder and pressed it close to her neck. She combed her hair, applied lipstick, kohl, and some powder. She wore yellow glass bangles, small earrings, and small nose stud. Then, she looked at Maaz, he was still sleeping peacefully. She sighed and turned around. She had arranged her shoes in the shoe rack. Quickly, she slipped into a white sandal and adjusted the edge. Without sparing another glance at Maaz, she walked away. As she closed the door, Maaz stirred in his sleep.