After helping her mother in the kitchen by washing dishes and arranging the table, Anaya entered her room. Maaz sat at the edge of the bed with his head lowered and his fingers clasped together.

She bit her lip and cautiously walked up to him. Slowly, she sat beside him. Maaz felt her presence but doesn't look at her. She placed a soft palm on his shoulder, and he let out a shaky breath.

'I am sorry,' – he muttered, - 'I thought it will be romantic, but it was ruined.'- he sighed burying his face into his palms, - 'I messed up everything, I am a loser.' His voice muffled from behind his palms.

Anaya shook her head, - 'No,' – she gripped his shoulder tighter, - 'it isn't your fault and honestly, even if you had proposed me in your PJs, I would have felt like the luckiest girl on the planet.' – she paused as he looked at her, - 'but this gesture was very special. Very—romantic.' She confessed. After a moment, Maaz smiled. He shifted and held both her hands with his.

'Let us continue what we were doing?'

'You want me to wear saree again?' Anaya asked. Maaz smirked.

'No,' – he leaned closer, - 'kissing.' He whispered. But before he could kiss her, she abruptly stood up and he frowned. Anaya stood shyly and kept avoiding looking at him. Maaz stood up and said, - 'please wear the saree again.' He requested.

'Okay.' Anaya muttered and asked him to leave the room.

About fifteen minutes later, Maaz began to get restless and was about to knock the door when he heard her unlock the door. He smiled to himself and entered the room.

Anaya was dressed in the saree with same accessories and slight make-up, but she had let her hair open and side-swept with half resting on her shoulder and rest behind her. Maaz walked up to her and caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers while admiring her. She kept looking lovingly at him.

'You look so amazing in saree.' – he sighed, - 'you remember you were dressed in a saree during our first night together as man and wife?'- he paused and she nodded, - 'you looked so breathtaking.' He complimented. Anaya smiled looking away. Maaz hooked his fingers under her chin and raised her face. She closed her eyes as he held a face while he admired her. He leaned and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Anaya smiled. Then, he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. Anaya opened her eyes and held him. Maaz closed his eyes feeling at bliss. He inhaled her perfume and felt tantalized. He held her closer and tighter. Anaya smiled and closed her eyes.

They stayed in each other's embrace for some time before Maaz moved away.

'I had planned this too.' He stepped back and walked towards the bedside table.

'Be careful, don't set the house on fire again.' Anaya teased him and giggled. Maaz decided to ignore it and instead smiled. He picked up his phone and played a soft romantic tune. Anaya liked his choice of music. He forwarded both his hands and she instantly took it. He pulled her closer and twirled her around. Anaya gasped as she smiled. He held her close with her back against his chest and swayed with the tune of the music. Maaz pressed his face against her hair and she giggled feeling ticklish as his breath fanned her bare shoulder.

As the music continued to play, Maaz moved his head and kissed her shoulder. Anaya quivered and her lips parted letting out a small gasp. He moved his hand and slid his palm from the length of her arms and reached her palms. She smiled as he snuggled into her neck and entwined their fingers. Anaya shifted feeling jitters as he had his lips pressed against the skin of her neck. His fingers firmly grasping hers. Then, Maaz separated their frames, held Anaya's shoulder and turned her to face him.

Anaya kept her gaze lowered and her fingers clasped. Maaz raised her face making her look at him. Then, he leaned towards her. Watching his lips approach her, she closed her eyes. In excitement, she leaned, and their noses crashed against each other.

'Oh!' they both exclaimed in unison and leaned back. They looked at each other and shared a laugh. Soon, their laughter died out and Maaz looked serious again. He held her shoulders and pulled her closer. Her smile faded. She looked into his eyes and noticed his pupils dilate. He licked his lips and tilted his head. Anaya closed her eyes and slightly parted her lips. Her heart thumped inside her ribcage. She felt his lips brush against her, and she clenched her saree tightly. She could feel the sweat on her palms. Maaz kissed her parted lips and moved a little back. Slowly, Anaya slightly tiptoed and kissed his lips as well.

'That was it?' – Maaz frowned, - 'people don't kiss like this in movies.' He pointed out. Anaya chuckled covering her mouth.

'You get these ideas from movies. Candles, music and kissing?' She asked, amused. Maaz felt offended and not to spoil their moment together. Anaya hugged him.

'Okay, leave that.' – she separated their frames, - 'we will learn soon, and we don't need movies for that.' She motivated him.

'Well, I feel stupid.' He rubbed the back of his neck.

You are stupid. My cute stupid husband – Anaya thought, loving in her head. She was about to leave when Maaz grabbed her hand and she stopped in her tracks.

'I want to kiss you again.' He demanded. Anaya walked to him and smiled.

'You needn't say, Maaz.' She said in a seductive tone, or as Maaz felt.

He pulled her closer and held her face with his palms. Then, he leaned closer and pressed his lips against hers. Anaya closed her eyes and parted her lips. Maaz felt his heart flutter as he held her upper lip in between his lips and gently kissed it. Anaya also kissed his lips. Their kiss lingered a longer. Anaya felt butterflies in her stomach. The anticipation of what will happen next made her heartbeat steadily increase.

Their kiss lasted longer and when they parted Maaz was very happy while Anaya kept blushing. He took a moment before leaning and then, moved his arm behind her. She arched her back as she felt his warm fingers on her back. She kept her eyes closed while Maaz admired her. Slowly, he untied the Dori of her blouse and she shifted, a shy smile lingering on her lips.

Maaz moved aside strands of hair cupping her face and leaned. He kissed her cheek while he pushed aside her Dori and ran his fingers on her back. She moved her arms and held him.

Both felt a spark ignite inside them, a spark of yearning to be close to each other, very close.

Maaz nuzzled into the crook of her neck and planted a gentle kiss. She gripped his waist tightly and let out a breath. The tension rising between them. Maaz held her arms tightly while kissing her neck and shoulder. He paused to pull down the strap of her blouse and began kissing again. Anaya could feel goosebumps while Maaz felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

After kissing her leisurely, they parted. Slowly, Anaya opened her eyes and their gaze met. He smiled at her and she smiled shyly, her gaze lowered. Maaz took a step closer and she froze. He kept looking intently at her and then bent little. Anaya gasped as he scooped her up in his arms.

'Maaz.' She giggled throwing her arms around his neck.

'Yes, Anaya.' He flashed his dimpled smile. The two stared at each other as he carried her to the bed. But on the way, his knee hit the edge of the bed and he fell forward with Anaya. They fell on the bed.

'****' He cussed while Anaya gasped in shock.

'What the hell?'

'Does this happen in movies as well.' Anaya teased him. Maaz glared at her as she chuckled.

'Wait I will show you what happens in movies.' He said and leaped towards her. Anaya stopped laughing as the two fell on the bed. Maaz smirked at her and held her hand. He pinned her arms above her head. Anaya gulped feeling shy again. He leaned and began kissing her. She smiled into the kiss and kissed him back. Soon, as they began kissing deeply Maaz's grip on her hand loosened and she moved her arms and held his back tightly. He placed his hands on her waist and felt her quiver.

After a while, they parted, their breathing uneven. Slowly, Maaz tugged on her Pallu and pulled it down. Anaya closed her eyes as he looked at her heaving chest. She expected him to touch or kiss her, but he doesn't instead he moves away. Confused, she opened her eyes and propped up on her elbows. Maaz stood in front of her. He held her gaze as he tugged his shirt out of his trousers and began to unbutton. Anaya gulped and shied. She suppressed her smile as she recollected the stormy night when he had come to stay at her apartment, and she had seen him...

Shyly, she looked at him. He had his eyes on her and finished unbuttoning. She watched his muscle flex as he peeled the shirt from his body and dropped it on the floor. He continued to grin as he hunched and crawled towards her. Anaya pulled her legs closer and lowered her gaze. She could feel her heartbeat increase and blood rush to her cheeks as she felt him inching closer. He touched their foreheads together and they closed their eyes.

'Anaya,' – he whispered, - 'I love you, so much.' -he leaned, and they looked at each other, - 'coming so close to you is making so—nervous and excited. I can't promise you the night of your life but—I want us to be together without any borders, without any inhibitions.' He confessed.

Anaya smiled and held bare his shoulder, - 'This wasn't a very romantic thing to say.' – she smiled, - 'You aren't good at it so let's not talk. Okay.' Then, she gently pushed him on the bed and hovered over him. She held his cheek and caressed his skin with her thumb.

'I love you, Maaz. I am yours and you are mine. That is all I know and that is all I want to know. I love you and I need you.' – she shifted closer, - 'and I want you.' She then kissed him softly and moved back.

Maaz smiled and caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers, - 'You are more romantic in words than me, Anaya.' He complimented and Anaya beamed. Maaz held her arm and pushed her on the bed. Then, he climbed over her. While maintaining eye contact, he moved his palm from her face to her neck and slipped his palm over her chest and stopped at her stomach. Anaya inhaled sharply as he caressed her waist. He tucked her saree from the petticoat and ran his finger through the helm of her petticoat. He found the string, looked at it as he untied it. Anaya shut her eyes tightly and grasped the pillow with one hand and held Maaz's other arms tightly. He looked at Anaya and smiled.

He caressed her forehead and the two stared lovingly at each other. Then, he moved his head and began kissing her neck again. The brewing spark inside them was now a full-blown fire, consuming both in flames of love, desire and lust.

Maaz undraped Anaya's saree and moved back. He kneeled beside her and unbuckled his belt. Anaya lowered her gaze and she could feel her breathing getting uneven. She heard the metal of the belt hit the floor and then sound of a zip. She clenched the bedsheet tightly. Then, she felt him hover over her. His fingers reached the strap of her blouse and he tugged it down.