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There were some students in pair working on their project with a laptop on table. Some in group of girls and boys chatting and laughing out loud. A few couples here and there holding hands talking in hushed tone. The cafe was a hot area around university filled with students of different crowds.

My finger was playing with pearl in my chain moving it left and right thinking about nothing but everything at same time.

"Lagta hai Jahan bhai k khayalo me khoye howe ho. (It looks like that she is lost in thoughts of Jahan bhai.)"

I looked ap immediately at his name. "Ni to. Were you two asking me something?"

"Ha." Rabi replied. "Did you complete the assignment?"

"I already submitted it."

"Arey itni jaldi. (So soon.) Zara exclaimed. Doesn't Jahan bhai keep you busy?" Rabia wiggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner copying Zara.

I must look like a tomatoes at this moment even through nothing much happened these days other then opening my eyes in morning and finding myself trapped in his arms or lying across his chest.

Jahan was very busy with party work mostly visiting Islamabad. If he wasn't out of city. We would have the breakfast together but dinner didn't happen as he would be mostly late. Once at start I kept waiting for him at dinner but tired I fell asleep in the living room and the next morning Jahan strictly advised me to not wait for him at dinner.

The most nights, I would only know if he is at home when I would wake up at fajar and found him lying beside me. Every single day, I would be tempted to wake him up so that he could lead me at namaz but I always chickened out in my fear.

In these weeks with Jahan, I noticed another thing. Mostly after fajar. I would find him mumbling something in his sleep too low for me to hear. I would every time blow surahs at him and he would be relaxed in minutes.

"Its Jahan bhai on news."

My eyes immediate shot up to the only large screen displaying my husband who was sitting before a table in a chair giving short but potent answers to journalists and various reporters. In his white kameez and trouser with black waistcoat, hair slicked back and those calloused and rugged hands that were resting on table. He was epitome of male wajahat.

Every single woman was looking at screen with an awestruck expression. I read the headline finally coming to my senses.

"Jahan Sikander Ali Shah the leading businessman of Pakistan may be appointed as next CMs of Punjab."

I hurriedly stood up, picking by bag and things and said Allah Hafiz as I dialed Khan baba for him to pick up. If papa saw the conference which was airing across every news channel. Ya Allah khair. He won't be happy.

I was tense whole way to home. The car parked in front of Shah Villa. It didn't took me a second to leave the car. I walked passed through the doors and hurried straight to the living room. I could hear those angry shouts as I flew open the doors. A controller hit directly to the wall next to the door.

"I did everything to keep my family out of feudalism and this dirty politics but your son Naima, He demolished years of my effort in mere days."

Papa was roaring pointing his finger at mummy. When he found me standing at door. He clenched his jaws and walked past me shutting the door with a loud thud.

Mummy eyes found me standing there. "Did you know?"

"Mummy____ Mein___"

"Apko unhe rokna chaheye tha. (You should have stopped him.) "

She set down on near sofa with dejected sigh. There was a hint of disappointment in her tone.

I couldn't understand why in Pakistan people mostly thought that a wife had a magic to set their man on right path that she could magically make him do as she wants.

"I will talk to Papa."

I walked up the stairs into our room. I placed by bag on chair and washed my face and hands. I walked down to the kitchen and made tea with hint of cinnamon just the way he liked.

I picked the tray with tea cup. I walked to his office and knocked on the door before entering in.

He was sitting before his canopy desk wearing spectacles, yelling on phone as he assessed the papers before him.

I placed the tea cup before him. He dismissed the call abruptly. At this moment he reminded me of Jahan. Disciplined, Strict and unforgiving in business. Which made people intimidated and wary.

"Are you here to vouch for your husband?"

"Ni."

Only when I said that he gripped the handle of the tea cup before placing spectacles back on desk. He asked before taking a small sip.

"Phir." (Then.)

"For myself Pappa."

He raised he brows seeming to be interested. "Ap jante hai. (You know that) I always considered you as my own daughter."

"That's why I came."

"Acha." He took another sip enjoying the tea immensely.

"Papa, as your daughter. I want you to trust me to keep my husband in right path with Allah's will."

"Did he ask you for forgiveness?"

"I forgave him."

I did for our relationship. I wanted to start our relationship without any qualms. I wanted my heart to be pure and open for my husband and it could have only happened if I made peace with his three years abandonment.

"I truly chose a good wife for my son but I am not sure if I chose a good husband for my daughter."

I walked up to his side sitting on my knees as I took his trembling hand in my own.

"My relationship with my only home after Abba strengthened immensely. Trust me Papa even if unknowingly but Jahan has given me a lot."

His eyes were glassy as he placed his right hand on my head giving me dua that every girl crave from her father.

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Jahan was again late tonight. Mummy and Papa had gone to bed but I kept waiting for him sitting on sofa in living room with a book on my lap.

Honks of car had me standing up abandoning the book. I took hurried steps and opened the two large doors of living room. He was walking inside wearing same dress. I walked up to him.

"Aslam Alikum."

"Walikum Salam. You sill awake."

"Should I serve dinner?"

"I had my dinner."

I followed him up the stairs into our room. He walked inside the bathroom while I took out his Pajama and shirt for night. I already changed into my night dress. When he walked out from bathroom and took the clothes from me before placing his lips on my cheek and whispering Shukria.

I set on my side with my legs tucked under my chin. When he walked back inside and set on the bed with a laptop on his lap. I suddenly set straight.

"Jahan."

"Hmm." His eyes were set on laptop screen.

"Wo mein____" Now I had his undivided attention but I didn't know how to approach the subject with him.

"I understand."

"You do?" He nodded his head and placed the laptop on side table.

He gripped my thigh. I instantly became stiff forgetting everything else. It was first time that he was touching me below my waist. He easily hoisted me up on his lap.

I gripped the front of his shirt. His one hand moved up lazily until it was on my waist from where he pulled me against his chest so that my chest was plastered against his. The other unpinned my hair out of bun and took my duppata of my chest making it fall on the bed beside us. I felt breathless in this intimate position.

"Ja_h__an."

His lowered his head to my neck blowing air on a specific space which raised the end of my hairs while his one hand played with end of my strands.

"Mein apko waqat ni de raha in dino to shikayat karna chah rahe hai haina. (I am not giving you time these days so you want to complain right.)

He must have loosened his grip on my waist as I was able to pull away a bit to look properly at his face.

"Ni to."

He raised his hand to cup the left side of face. His thumb stroked my cheek.

"Chupane k zarooart ni. Ap mujahe miss karrahe the na. (Don't need to hide. You missed me right.)

"Huh."

I couldn't tell if he was teasing me or really thought that I was going to complain to him for not giving me enough time. I was actually thankful for him being me busy. My husband was overbearing with his closeness which I was still trying to get comfortable with.

"Acha bataye apko kiya chaheye. Ap jo mange ge wo donga." (Tell me what you want. I will grant you anything that you like.)"

My ears perked up at that and I pulled my eyes away from the lap and back to his face. I knew this offer was a apology in his own way. A sudden small wish that was in my heart suddenly emerged.

"Kuch bhe. (Anything.)" I whispered meekly.

"Kuch bhe."

I suddenly felt nervous as my fingers went to my chain playing with the pearl.

"Wo mein chahte ho k ______ (I want that_____)"

I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth feeling nervous feeling his undivided stare.

His thumb tugged my bottom lip of my teeth as he whispered huskily.

"Speak Jana."

"K ap fajar k namaz pe roaz mujhe lead kare. (That you will lead me at fajar prayer daily.)"

I know that he didn't pray but I couldn't stop myself from asking him. I wasn't sure that he would agree.

"Bs. (That's it.)"

I nodded my head meekly waiting for his answer.

"Okay then from tomorrow on, You will wake me up for fajar."

I couldn't help and resist the smile that stretched on my face. I took his right hand from my face and the other from my waist and pulled them to my lips before pulling them to my eyes.

"Ya Rabba." He leaned his head back on the headboard momentarily closing his eyes with the back of his hand.

He pulled his hand way with his gaze downward actually on my lips. His eyes hazy and dilated.

"Jana ap jante hai hamare shadi ko teen hafte ho Chucke hai. (Do you know its been three weeks since our marriage?)

"Ji." I tried to squirm from his lap reading his obvious intentions but he gripped my thigh and then pulled me unimaginably closer.

"Aur mujhe abhe tak apke in khoobsoorat honto ko chakhne ka moqa ni mila. Zeyadate hai ye. (And I still didn't get the chance to taste these pretty lips of yours. Its cruel.)"

My breath hitched as he traced my bottom lip. He pulled me impossibly close in a way that my hair were falling around us acting as a curtain I placed my hands on his chest. His stare so empowering like he was undressing me with his eyes. I bit on my bottom lip.

"Rab de so janey ab ap mere sabar ka imtehan le rahe hai. (By god. You are now testing my patience.) "

"Ji mein." I couldn't help but point at myself.

"Aur kon. Ijazat hai waise begum. (Then who. Do I otherwise have permission wifey.)"

"Ji."

I looked at up at him to find leaning forward with his eyes still on my lips.

I pushed on his chest as I suddenly remembered what I actually wanted to talk to him about. This was the reason that I actually liked him busy because he always tried to catch me in web of his seduction.

"Jahan. Mujhe ap se eik aur baat manwane hai. (I want to convince you for another thing.)

He audibly sighed and laid down his upper half on bed with his one arm under his head while the other still gripping my thigh holding me there.

"Okay. But apko bhe mere liye kuch karna hoga. (You have to do something for me too.)

"Okay." I agreed instantly hoping it to not be something completely outrageous.

His hand moved from my thigh to my back where he pushed me forward silent asking me to lay on his chest.

I laid down on him with my legs adjoined with his and my head on his chest. His fingers moving up and down caressing my hairs.

I tugged on my lips feeling a mixture of nerves and embarrassment. I found myself in this position couples of times in morning but it still didn't help.

"I want you to talk to Papa and settle your issues with him."

His finger suddenly stopped their caress. "Wo mujh se upset hai. (He is upset with me.)

I looked up at him speaking softly. "Mana le unhe. (Then persuade him.)"

"Mein mafi ni mang sakta jab mere pas eik solid reason tha. (I can't ask him for apology when I had a solid reason.)

His casually said words were stone to my heart making me stiff for entirely different reason. They added guilt to my already guilty consciousness. I looked at him through my lashes. I parted my lips. It took me minutes to form those words that I should have long.

"Mujhe maaf karde Jahan. Mai________ne___" (Forgive me Jahan. I____)"

I licked my lips as they suddenly felt dry. "_______apko hurt kiya. ( _____ hurt you.)"

I know that he wouldn't like me to mention his name so I never did. He didn't mention him or taunt me even knowing about my innocent love of young age. There weren't many who could do it. For this reason. I was utterly grateful to him and it increased his respect in my heart and I felt my heart opening for him with every single day that I spent with him.

"Kb ka kardiya. (I already did.)" He tugged some of my strands behind my ears.

"Jahan convince him please. Warna mere dil ko chain ni milega. (Otherwise my heart won't be able to relax.)

He took my hair strand in his finger and kissed the end of it.

"All right. Just don't be upset anymore."

I laid my head back on his chest with my left hand on his heart whispering a small shukria.

"Mujhge apke Shukria k zaroorat ni. (I am not in need of your gratitude.)"

"Ji." I pulled my head and furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"Hold your end of bargain begum."

"Pehle ap convince to karle. (First convince him then)"

"Ni abhe. (No now.) I won't wait further. Mere hon't chume. (Kiss my lips.)"

His toned lowered down considerably at end adding more richness to his already husky voice.

I parted my lips. My eyes fell to his wide bow like plump lips and then I pulled my orbs back to his face hoping for an indication that it was a joke but there come none. I pulled my bottom lip under my teeth.

He right hand fingers got tangled in my hairs as he gripped my head and his index finger started to make it's way from my neck down to my collarbone.

"I am waiting Babydoll."

He was looking at me with hooded eyes. I knew that I wasn't going to be spared.

I clasped onto his shoulder and nervously lowered my head until our noses were aligned. My lips were a just breath away from his. My heart felt like it would just stop. It was beating so fast. I closed my eyes and drew a deep breath. I could feel his fingers caressing my hairs coaxing me.

I hesitantly placed my lips on his. They remained their for second as I gave a peck and then pulled them away.

I was just about to move away when he turned us around that I was under him. His one hand was still in my hair while other held my face.

His face was leaning down to mine and then his lips brushed against my own so gently like he would damage them with a little pressure. His lips tasted rugged and dominating just like his personality. There was nothing innocent in the way that he held me down under him and licked on my bottom. He pulled my bottom lip between his own just like I did a few moments ago. My hands remained on his chest neither pulling him or pushing him. He softly coaxed my lips to part for his invasion and when I did. "Jahan"

His name dripped in a moan from my lips in the silence of this night. Taking advantage, His tongue invaded my mouth stroking my insides. He pulled his lips away from mine before sucking on my bottom lip while creating a throaty sound of mhmm.

We were both breathy. His hooded seductive stare was heating my already heated face. I tried to hide my face behind the curtain of my hairs.

He laid next to me with his head on my breasts and lips right on the little mole just above the curve of my left breast. My chest was heaving up and down due to my first kiss and the sensuality of our situation.

"Jaana ap k hont shahad k tarha meethe hai aur mujhe ni lagta k main aur qaboo rakh sukhoga hud pe. (Your lips are sweet like honey and I don't think so that I would be able to control myself anymore.)

He mumbled in my chest while placing my hand on his head. I silently understood and started to caress his hairs after a bit of hesitancy.