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"Don't you think we should spend all our nights like this, Zain?"
"Why not. But you're the one who's always busy in forcing your niece' study or making aloo paratha for your dear maamujaan" replied an irritated Zain.
And she playfully patted his stomach, with much affection.
"Wow Zain, you've got some abs here. My husband is getting inspired by Hollywood hunks huh?"
"Oh please kitkit, I've always had abs. You have no clue how amazing my body is. Touch here? And here too!" said Zain, moving Aaliya's hand all over his toned upper body, with his usual flirtatious smirk.
It was a peaceful Friday night. The Abdullah's always kept to themselves on Fridays. While everyone else was probably in their third dream, Zain and Aaliya slipped out of their majestic villa, and decided to spend some quality time together in the garden.
Lying down on the moist grass, they admired the elegant arrangement of stars that lit up the night sky.
It was when Aaliya decided to leave Zain and go away, that Zain realised how much she meant to him.
It was not just her kitkit. It was not just innocence. It was not just her vulnerability.
It was her.
"Zain?"
"Hmm?" he said, in his very hoarse and manly voice.
Aaliya shifted closer to Zain, now with their shoulders touching, and placed her hand on his sturdy chest.
She could feel it, his heartbeat. A synchronised and rhythmic beat. Neither too fast, nor too slow.
"Why do you want me in your life?", Aaliya whispered into his ear, breaking the dead silence that surrounded them.
Zain looked at her.
She was extraordinarily radiant, like the sun. Her eyes always glimmered and overflowed with love. Her skin had a dim glow, like that of a pearl.
He realised how beautiful his wife was. Not that he didn't know before.
Oh when she would wear those embroidered saris, with a blouse that had a deep cut behind and revealed her golden skin.
Slowly he moved his muscular arm around Aaliya's shoulder and pulled her closer.
Aaliya felt her cheeks turn into a deep red.
Zain moved his head closer.
His warm breath hitting her forehead made her go bananas.
"Because, I want to live with you," he whispered back.
As Aaliya felt Zain's lips rest on her forehead, she closed her eyes, and moved her hand towards the end of his chest, holding him tightly.
Her dream was on the verge of coming true.
...
With their hands entwined, Mr. and Mrs. Abdullah quietly walked back home, from their little outing.
Tip-toeing into the huge mansion, they tried their best to not wake anyone up.
Suddenly, there was a noise. Both of them looked towards the stairs.
It was Suraiyya.
"Run Aaliyaaa!" he exclaimed in the softest voice possible, and raced into their room.
Aaliya quickly made the bed and was all set to crash.
She tied her long, brown locks of hair into a bun.
"Ya Allah, how long does Zain take to answer nature's call" she said, annoyed after waiting for almost ten minutes.
And when she turned around, Zain plunged into her, with his hands creeping over her tiny waist, and his head buried in her tender neck.
A tear rolled down Zain's cheek and touched her skin.
"Promise me that you'll never leave me and go. I really need you. I want you," he said, like a little child lost in this insane world.
Slowly Aaliya moved her arms over his broad shoulder and locked them around his neck.
With his chest fixed against hers, she felt his heart beat fast, real fast, like he was going to fall off a cliff.
Her husband was scared.
"I promise. Never will I let go of you. No matter what, I'll be with you forever. Forever might be long, but I want to hold your hand and make forever possible"
Aaliya gently broke from the hug and took her husband's handsome face into her palms.
Zain refused to meet his eyes with hers.
Aaliya curled her lips into a smile, and raised his head.
"Even if you bring all of your girlfriends home and tell me to go away, I won't. I'll stay with them, and we'll all bash you up together."
And there came the foolish grin on his face. Aaliya always succeeded in cheering him up, some way or the other.
He finally looked at his wife. She raised an eyebrow.
Zain pulled her harder. Once again, her arms looped around his neck.
Aaliya was just a few centimetres away.
Her heart beat as fast a running cheetah.
She took a deep breath. This was it.
Without further hesitation, he pressed his lips to hers.
It was like electricity induced into her body, as she felt the burning heat rapidly spread all over her body.
Aaliya caught hold of the hem of his loose t-shirt.
She was lost in him.
He was lost in her.
No. Aaliya was not going to break this.
She needed this.
As the moonlight made its way into the room, Zain and Aaliya had decided to give their relationship a name, on this very night.
Heavy breaths, racing hearts, and pouring emotions.
Neither of the two budged.
And there they were, deep inside each other, desperately searching for answers to questions that had always remained unanswered.
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Well hello there! 😆 I was really bored and my mind was clinging on to romance. So you know, I had to put it all into ZaYa.
Yeah I know that the situation now is completely different, or should I say, ulta? 😆 But I thought I could cheer you guys up a bit and send you to dream land. 😉
Hope you enjoyed reading this, my second one. 😳
If you haven't read my first OS, here it is:
OS | Thank you |
"Why not. But you're the one who's always busy in forcing your niece' study or making aloo paratha for your dear maamujaan" replied an irritated Zain.
And she playfully patted his stomach, with much affection.
"Wow Zain, you've got some abs here. My husband is getting inspired by Hollywood hunks huh?"
"Oh please kitkit, I've always had abs. You have no clue how amazing my body is. Touch here? And here too!" said Zain, moving Aaliya's hand all over his toned upper body, with his usual flirtatious smirk.
It was a peaceful Friday night. The Abdullah's always kept to themselves on Fridays. While everyone else was probably in their third dream, Zain and Aaliya slipped out of their majestic villa, and decided to spend some quality time together in the garden.
Lying down on the moist grass, they admired the elegant arrangement of stars that lit up the night sky.
It was when Aaliya decided to leave Zain and go away, that Zain realised how much she meant to him.
It was not just her kitkit. It was not just innocence. It was not just her vulnerability.
It was her.
"Zain?"
"Hmm?" he said, in his very hoarse and manly voice.
Aaliya shifted closer to Zain, now with their shoulders touching, and placed her hand on his sturdy chest.
She could feel it, his heartbeat. A synchronised and rhythmic beat. Neither too fast, nor too slow.
"Why do you want me in your life?", Aaliya whispered into his ear, breaking the dead silence that surrounded them.
Zain looked at her.
She was extraordinarily radiant, like the sun. Her eyes always glimmered and overflowed with love. Her skin had a dim glow, like that of a pearl.
He realised how beautiful his wife was. Not that he didn't know before.
Oh when she would wear those embroidered saris, with a blouse that had a deep cut behind and revealed her golden skin.
Slowly he moved his muscular arm around Aaliya's shoulder and pulled her closer.
Aaliya felt her cheeks turn into a deep red.
Zain moved his head closer.
His warm breath hitting her forehead made her go bananas.
"Because, I want to live with you," he whispered back.
As Aaliya felt Zain's lips rest on her forehead, she closed her eyes, and moved her hand towards the end of his chest, holding him tightly.
Her dream was on the verge of coming true.
...
With their hands entwined, Mr. and Mrs. Abdullah quietly walked back home, from their little outing.
Tip-toeing into the huge mansion, they tried their best to not wake anyone up.
Suddenly, there was a noise. Both of them looked towards the stairs.
It was Suraiyya.
"Run Aaliyaaa!" he exclaimed in the softest voice possible, and raced into their room.
Aaliya quickly made the bed and was all set to crash.
She tied her long, brown locks of hair into a bun.
"Ya Allah, how long does Zain take to answer nature's call" she said, annoyed after waiting for almost ten minutes.
And when she turned around, Zain plunged into her, with his hands creeping over her tiny waist, and his head buried in her tender neck.
A tear rolled down Zain's cheek and touched her skin.
"Promise me that you'll never leave me and go. I really need you. I want you," he said, like a little child lost in this insane world.
Slowly Aaliya moved her arms over his broad shoulder and locked them around his neck.
With his chest fixed against hers, she felt his heart beat fast, real fast, like he was going to fall off a cliff.
Her husband was scared.
"I promise. Never will I let go of you. No matter what, I'll be with you forever. Forever might be long, but I want to hold your hand and make forever possible"
Aaliya gently broke from the hug and took her husband's handsome face into her palms.
Zain refused to meet his eyes with hers.
Aaliya curled her lips into a smile, and raised his head.
"Even if you bring all of your girlfriends home and tell me to go away, I won't. I'll stay with them, and we'll all bash you up together."
And there came the foolish grin on his face. Aaliya always succeeded in cheering him up, some way or the other.
He finally looked at his wife. She raised an eyebrow.
Zain pulled her harder. Once again, her arms looped around his neck.
Aaliya was just a few centimetres away.
Her heart beat as fast a running cheetah.
She took a deep breath. This was it.
Without further hesitation, he pressed his lips to hers.
It was like electricity induced into her body, as she felt the burning heat rapidly spread all over her body.
Aaliya caught hold of the hem of his loose t-shirt.
She was lost in him.
He was lost in her.
No. Aaliya was not going to break this.
She needed this.
As the moonlight made its way into the room, Zain and Aaliya had decided to give their relationship a name, on this very night.
Heavy breaths, racing hearts, and pouring emotions.
Neither of the two budged.
And there they were, deep inside each other, desperately searching for answers to questions that had always remained unanswered.
-------
Well hello there! 😆 I was really bored and my mind was clinging on to romance. So you know, I had to put it all into ZaYa.
Yeah I know that the situation now is completely different, or should I say, ulta? 😆 But I thought I could cheer you guys up a bit and send you to dream land. 😉
Hope you enjoyed reading this, my second one. 😳
If you haven't read my first OS, here it is:
OS | Thank you |
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