Amyra Sadaf.

Ya Allah!!! Ye Imtiyaz kab se aa hi raha hai. Aadhe ghante se lawn mein khadi hun uske welcome ke liye. Phone lagao to bas das minute aur kehte jaaraha hai. Paagal.

Finally, I hear a taxi pulling up at the front gate. A lean man with white shirt and black jeans with sunglasses comes into sight, carrying a backpack.

"Salaam Siddiqee sahab. Aapne kuch zyada hi intezar karwaya." I walk towards the gate as it opens.

"Oh my God! Pari, tu bhi aayi hai? It's been a while, hasn't it?" I hug the life out of her, missed my friend.

"Wassalam Amyra saheba. Aap to aaj kal lapata hain. Aur bataiye, kya haal chaal."

"Ander to chalo, meri family se milwati hun." I drag both of them into the living room where Mamijaan was waiting. They both greet her and once the formalities ate exchanged we settle down.

"Mamijaan, ye hamare company ke consultant hain Imtiyaz Siddiqee. Is hafte ke liye shahar mein hi ruke hain." I take my baby from her arms and Faizu instantly holds my nose, tapping on it.

"Aur isse miliye. Ye hai meri jaan, mera pehla pyaar Faiz Haider. Aur Faizu, yeah Imtiyaz uncle hain. Pari se to aap mil hi chunk hain."

Imtiyaz smiles at him and beckons my baby but he turns his head away from him burying it in my neck.

"Sorry Siddiqee ji, hamara beta reserved hai. Sirf khaas logon se taalukat rakhte hain." I joke and all of us laugh.

"Beta agar ye ek hafte ke liye ruke hain aur agar tumhari hi help kar rahe hain, to main to kehti hun donon ko apne ghar roklein. Mehmaan nawazi bhi hojayegi aur ye log comfortable bhi feel karenge, nai?" Mamijaan suggests and I can't help but admire her hospitality.

"Sahi baat hai. Aap donon yahin rahiye. Ham gueat bedrooms khulwadete hain." Imtiyaz us a bit hesitant but then agrees on insistence.

As soon as they get settled, I move to my bedroom with Faizu sitting on the bed exhausted. Faizu leaps into my stomach playing with my kurti.

"Faizu, baby idhar aao aur mama ko kissie do. Jaldi se" I put my right cheek before his face. He looks up at me, then holds my face in his tiny, cute little hands placing a quick kiss on my cheek and then hides in my neck.

Aww. My baby is getting shy.

"Arre. Aapne to ek hi kissie di. Apne papa ki tarah kanjoosi na karein. Ab chalo, mujhe dher saare kisses do" I pout.

He stares at my pout for a while, then pulls my face closer kissing my lips. Whoa. That was fast development. Then his lips move towards my nose kissing it softly with his rose like petals. He peppers my whole face with kisses, a blissful feeling envelopes me. I sigh in delight lying in a sleeping position. I adjust Faizu on my chest, not failing to realize he has gained weight. He is also looking taller now, my baby is growing fast.

He keeps his head in the crook of my neck, clutching my kurti tightly in his hand as both of us drift to sleep.

I am woken up when I sense a presence hovering over me, I open my eyes quickly to see Aly bent over me as he pecks Faizu's forehead. I look up to see its already 6:00 PM. Damn. We slept for two hours straight.

"Hi" Aly whispers after he has completed his routine of papering Faizu with kisses. He smells of sweat and his cologne. Manly. I give him a lazy smile with a similar hello. He walks to the dressing table removing his watch. I slowly pick Faizu from my chest and place him on the bed, placing pillows around him.

I walk towards Aly who is now removing his wallet from his pants. I stand before him tugging at his tie, loosening it. He let's a tired sigh as his hands sneak around my waist pulling me closer while I remove his precisely 'blue tie'.

Once I have removed it from his neck, he places his head on my shoulder, as his fingers begin playing with my braided hair. I wrap my hands around his stomach and we stand there comfortably for a few minutes. He pulls down my braid a little which earns him an "Aah" from me as my head raises angling my jaw up.

I am slightly surprised when he places his lips on my pulse point as my neck is completely exposed to him now. He still hasn't left my slightly pulled down braid so he has more access to my neck. He continues to place gentle kisses on my neck.

"Kuch zyada free nai horaha tu?" I question amidst the heat building up in the pit of my stomach.

"Mmmm" Is all I get in reply. I run my fingers in his chest as he continues to cherish my neck. My cut finger is wrapped in a bandage, Aly texted me twice and called once today just to ask if my finger is paining and If I need to get it dressed from a professional. When did he become so caring?

"You still smell like jasmines." He murmurs against my skin, rubbing his nose along the column of my neck. I jab my fingers in his chest in mock annoyance.

"Aye, kitni violent hai tu." He exclaims dramatically sniffing me again while his fingers explore unchartered territory. He cups the base of my head, bending it behind. His tongue licks the swell of my throat and I can't stop the moan that spills out of me when his teeth slightly graze my skin.

His hold on my waist tightens as he heard my moan, his lips working faster on my already sensitive skin which seems to be completely at his mercy.

"Mujhe to kisine promise kiya tha ke shohar ke haq se nahin chunga. Das din ke andar hi promise tod rahe hain janab." I mumble for lack of something better to remind him, what if he regrets this later.

"Fuck the promise. Jab biwi ka husn tere jaisa ho, to das din bahut lamba waqt hai self control practice karne ke liye." His husky voice will be my undoing.

Aaah. What the hell!! Did he just bite me? I feel a stinging sensation on my collar bone which is soon replaced by a pair of soft lips and tongue. Pain and pleasure, eh?

"Alyyy, dard kiya. " I whine.

"Theek hojayega jaan." His tongue sweeps across the same region again leaving me gasping. It's only when cool air hits my breasts do I realise the front buttons of my kurti are already open. Was I so lost to not have noticed it?

Well, after I came back to our room my bra was wet due to the milk secretion so I had just removed it before sleeping.

I hear a growl and see Aly staring at me as if I am his masterpiece, his creation. He turns around pulling me to the couch, I can only follow his movements as he placed me on the couch. He climbs on top of me, he unbuttoned the rest of my kurti in a flash, burying his head in my cleavage as he licks it. I shudder due to his touch, his fingers are massaging the underside of my left boob.

He dives onto my flesh like a hungry sailor who has finally reached his shore, sucking and licking the swell of my breast. I arch my back, rubbing his neck in need, I need more of his lips, his hands, his touch and his hot breath on me. He grunts when I rub his pulse, taking my bud into his mouth and I feel like I have finally reached heaven.

"Alyyy, mu...mujhe teri shirt utaarni hai" I manage to utter and he instantly guides my hand to his shirt. I start from the bottom button, with trembling hands and a blurred vision because all I can focus on is his tongue and teeth working on my breast. He is a pro at this. As if he has had tremendous practise, my breathing hitches when I realise where he got the practice from. For some reason, jealousy burns like poison through my veins and my muscles tense right that instant. Aly stops too, noticing my frozen form. He looks up at me in confusion, trying to find out what went wrong.

I blink back the tears, biting my inner cheek to stop from asking him how many times had he fucked her. It is wrong to think like this, I know it is. She was his legally wedded wife but I can't stop myself from thinking he was supposed to be completely mine. In every sense, in every way.

"Jass, kya hogaya? Tera chehra pale kyun hai?" He holds my chin trying to look into my eyes to see what's happening. I turn my head aside, I know he will find out. Without me saying, he has that capacity. He always understood without me having to vocalise it, we just know each other too much to not realise what the other is thinking.

His hands palm my face, turning it to him, and the jealousy in my eyes might be clearly visible because he caught it. His eyes widen, his hold loosening.

" Kya... Kya tu mere past ke baare mein soch rahi hai?" He questions with blank eyes.

I don't answer and my lack of response is screaming a loud yes. Yes, I am. I can't stop myself from.

He gets up from me immediately, straightening his shirt, still waiting for my answer.

"Tujhe badi practice hai in sab cheezon ki, badi pasand hogi tujhe Saniya. Nai?" Even to my own ears I sounded like an evil witch. He looks up at me with so much hurt I was afraid it broke my own heart.

He storms out of the room, the next moment. I fucked up pretty bed, didn't I?