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Palermo. It wasn't very surprising that this capital of Sicily was awarded with banner of "Italian capital of Culture" being once held many dominating powers of history such as Arabs, Norman, Byzantine and Roman.

Today I actually got to see it with my own eyes. I always had a love for culture and history with reading so many literary works. I couldn't put in words my excitement to actually watch that marked history stroked with various cultures with my own eyes.

The weather here was not that extremely cold which I was grateful for and another good thing was that there were not many tourists in this time of month.

I felt like a giddy child who had a jar of candies. I think it was very noticeable because whenever we were in a chapel or piazza and art museums. Jahan would smile and even chuckle seeing my sparkling eyes as they took everything in.

These days felt like heaven. It wasn't the city even through it had its charm. It was the utter attentiveness that I got from my husband. Jahan had been busy since our marriage. I never had his full time and attention. Now that I had it. I became aware of how much I actually craved it.

I never knew that he could be this caring, doting and thoughtful but he showed me these days not with words but with every action and caress.

He would show so much with simple things such as brushing my hair before sleep and making tea for me. Jahan was so attentive to my every little action that he just knew whenever I was scared, nervous, sad, insecure, happy and giddy.

It was amazing and I felt blessed. I couldn't share my gratitude to my Allah even if I tried hard. I didn't expect much from our marriage but Allah gave me so much.

Jahan wasn't perfect husband. He had a temper but there weren't many things that he lost his temper to but whenever he did. It was scary not because I think that he would hit me. It was the aura around him and sometimes his words that actually wanted you to not be the person that he was angry at. The mere two or three sentence were enough to make someone shiver.

He was extremely possessive. It was about everything in general or just me. I wasn't sure but jahan told me that he wanted to be my top notch priority and that I should care about only what he thinks and not about society or other people.

It promoted me to ask him if he would allow me to work. I was expecting a downright no but it didn't came.

"Mujhe koi issue ni agar ap mujhe itna he waqt date hai jaise date aye hai. (I wouldn't have a issue if you give me the same time that you used to.)"

His simple reply made me pleased. He wasn't against the idea. I decided to go through exams and think about job later.

At this right moment. We were sitting a nice halal restaurant that we somehow found in the city.

The setting was quite romantic with our table next to window pane. Our table which had three glasses in middle containing red roses and three candles surrounding it. The pinkish red light coming from the small chandelier above each table added to this romantic setting.

I was wearing a black anarkali frock with sitara work and black ombre checkered pattern duppata. My hair down lightly curled at end with large silver metal earrings.

Jahan complimented me by wearing a black greyish pant suit with his usual pair of matching cufflinks, a tie pin and a Rolex watch.

My face was hiding behind the menu book with my eyes peeking at him. He was talking to the waiter telling him about the order. My eyes studied his every gesture. The outgrown beard that wasn't shaved and that grown hairs reaching past his ears. I wanted to swift my fingers through them or put my lips on every single feature of that handsome face.

Ya Allah what I was thinking? I never felt this feeling where I just wanted to adore the person in front of me.

"Noor."

"Ji."

I placed the menu back on table placing my all attention at him.

"Order?"

"Ohh..." I pulled a hair strand behind my ear. I didn't even look in to the menu book so what I could order.

"Same as yours."

I felt shy under his scrutinizing eyes hoping for him to not have noticed that my stare was stuck on him since we stepped in the restaurant.

"Ap itni laal q hai? (Why are you so red?)"

"Ni to."

I opened the selfie camera of my phone and looked at my face. My cheeks were very red.

"Ohh.... lagta hai zeyada blush on laga deya. (I think that I used a lot of blush on.)"

I excused while peeking at him under my lashes. I didn't want him to know that I was blushing while thinking about him.

"Acha aur ye zeyada use restaurant me ake howa hai. (Alright and it was used a lot after coming to restaurants.)"

"Lights___ It must be lights. The colour must be illuminating it more."

"Acha." He chuckled lightly with a nod.

"Ap mera mazaaq ura rahe hai. (You are making fun of me.)"

The waiter came placing the dishes on table. He was about to serve me when Jahan indicated him to leave with his hand gesture and started to serve me himself.

"Absolutely not. Mujhe bs apke excuse funny lag rahe hai. (I am just finding your excuses quite funny.)

He again chuckled showed those dimples at the corner of his mouth while I glared at him.

"Khana khaye. (Should we eat the food?)"

I couldn't help but let a small smile slip as we started eating the food.

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We were walking on the beach hand in hand while devouring ice cream.

The moonlight was illuminating the beach waves that were striking with shore in its brilliant silvery glow.

"Mera ghar jane ko dil ni chah raha. (I don't want to go home.)"

I whispered looking at beautiful scenery in front of me.

"Is shahar me itna dil lag geya ha apka. (Your heart is that into this city.)"

"Shahar ni. Bs wapis jayege to ap phir wase he busy hojayege. (Not the city. Its just that when we will return then you will be again busy.)"

I stopped walking and look down at my feet pulling my hair behind my ear nervously.

He placed his index finger underneath my chin pulled it up so that we both stared right at each other.

"Itna miss karte hai mujhe. (You miss me that much.)"

"Ji."

He wrapped his arms around my waist still maintaining the space of about two steps between us.

"Just endure it for some more time."

"Matlab (meaning.)"

"That I will resign in six months."

"Huh.."

"Mera Agha jan k sath eik deal howe the. Unhe lagta hai k main chey mahiney bad power k nashe me is position ko ni choro ga par mujhe pata k main chordo ga. (I have a deal with Agha jan. He thinks that after six months, I will be drunk in power and won't leave this position but I know that I will leave it.)"

He had so much confidence in himself but I still doubted. It was true that Jahan never wavered from his words and views. A good and bad characteristics at same time.

"Aur agar apko power k lat lag gaye to. (And what if you got addicted to power then.)"

His eye brows furrowed as he took my question.

"Apko apne shohar pe bohat thora itbaar hai. (You have a very little trust in your husband.)

"Waqt aur insaan ka kiya itbaar. (There is no trust in time and man.)"

I mumbled this words in the night air not hoping for an answer or any assurances.

He tilted my head up so that my brown eyes were held in gaze of his honey brown.

"Ap haina mujhe yaad dilwane k liye phir sb theak rahe ga. (You are here to remind me then everything will be alright.)"

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We reached the hotel late at night. I was standing before the dressing table in same dress with my duppata lying somewhere in room wiping the makeup with makeup remover and cleansing my skin thoroughly afterwards.

I took off the earring and rubbed the end of my ears to ease them. The thud of the door followed the sound of heavy footsteps.

Jahan stood behind me wrapping an arm around my waist. He held my stare in as he pulled my hairs off my right shoulder very slowly letting his finger skid my neck.

He lowered his face to my neck. I could feel his tingling warm breath across the curve of my neck as the end of his stubble skimmed along the curve up and down. His nose followed the same path once twice and thrice until I relaxed in his hold.

I closed my eyes showing no resistance in his hold as his fingers unbound the string at the back of my frock which held the dress tight to my figure. It loosened around my neck skidding down exposing my fair shoulders with light tan.

I expected him to continue with his gentleness but what happened next produced a shrill sound from my lips and opened my eyes at that instant.

He had attacked the arch of my neck with his sharp teeth producing a red hue of bite mark.

"Ye mujhe intaazar karwane k liye. (This for making me wait.)"

His honey orbs darkened looking at my figures with so much intensity that it felt that he was undressing me with his eyes.

He lowered his head again and I unconsciously tightly closed my orbs but there came just the brush of lips against that bite before he swept me off my feets with on hand under my legs and the other supporting my back.

I kept my eyes closed clutching on the front of his shirt as gently placed me on the sheets.

He took off the remaining layers of my clothes leaving me in nothing but my black lacy undergarments.

"Next time, ap mujhe red me chaheye. (I want you in red.)

He whispered against my lips before those lips moulded and took hold of mine in passionate jeering french kiss while his hands got accustomed to every curve and dip of my body.

It felt that my breath was stuck in my throat as I shut my eyes tightly with my heart beating so fast and loud that it felt like it would jump out of my chest.

The last of my garments fell away leaving me completely vulnerable and bare. Pleasure of sighs and moans that I couldn't even recognize escaped from my throat. His lips and teeth made themselves known to every inch of my skin nipping, sucking and tasting.

At some point. It was too much that I tried to pull away from his touch and move away from him.

"Jahan____ plz ab aur nahi. (Not anymore.)

"Mein bohat patient raha ho jaana ab mera patience edge pe hai. (I have been very patient and now my patience is at edge.) He nipped on my nipple before continuing with his warning. "Is liye ise test mat kare phir bad me na kaheye ga k main ap sath rough tha. (So don't test it otherwise don't say later that I was rough with you.)"

All the resistance certainly flew away from window after those threatening words and I took everything given by him even thorough pleasure was overwhelming.

I felt myself being teared apart as he lodged himself inside me. My eyes flew open and the tears poured from my eyes.

"Dard horaha hai....... Jahan. (Its paining.)"

The complain slipped past my lips in a whisper as more whimpers poured out.

"Shhh.... relax. It will be fine after some time."

He remained still not moving even a bit as he me soothed by placing his lips on ever feature of my face temple eyes, nose, cheeks, chin and lastly lips.

He remained still for long waiting for my tears to stop even through his jaw was clenched and I could feel the vain popping on his forehead.

"Ijazat hai? (Do I have permission?)"

"Bs aram se plz. (Just softly.)"

I looked at him through my lashes making a soft meek demand that was later fulfilled after those words.

"Ap ne mere demand sune to main apke q ni suno ga. (You complied with my demand so why won't I comply with yours.)"

The rest of the night went past in slow measured deep rhythmic movement that brought both of us to our end of our pleasure.

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