FF Beintehaa Ishq [Zaya story with a twist]last chapter -pg106 - Page 82

Originally posted by: sweetuiq

Meine suubah se koi 100 times page khola hai k shayad update hogaya ho bcz mjhse w8 nhi ho rha :(

Originally posted by: zaya.fatima

<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="2">Chapter 49</font>

<font size="2" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">Kaun hu mai Zain ..bolo Kaun hu ...</font>

<font size="2" face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">Aap meri begum hai ...meri biwi...meri jaan ...meri Malike e Zain ..meri Mamu ki Bhanji ...meri Da ...mera sab kuch ...aapse hi duniya shuru hoti hai ..aur aap par hi aakar rukti hai ...</font>

<font size="2" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Uff uff uff SIM you are the best it was the bestest line I was smiling and crying simultaneously</font>

<font size="2" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">What a dialogue dude with every word my heart was thumping louder and louder😳</font>

<font size="2" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">And when Zain was entering the room and Aaliya stopped him and he said:</font>

<font size="2"><font face="Comic Sans MS, Times, serif">Jee madam bahar hi hu ..humesha yehi rehta hu</font>😆</font>

<font size="2" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">It was funny moment😃</font>

<font size="2" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Their way of saying sorry that tatoo on Zain's hand and when Aaliya said mujhe bhi chaye that childlike wish❤️</font>

<font size="2" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Their talk when they were explaining every single bit about all happenings and aaliya said huggie bhi mili thi</font>

<font size="2" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">My ZaYa are too cutein factcuteness is overloaded in them For mecutenessstart from ZaYa and ends on them as well</font>

<font size="2" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I'm jumping like a mad person I'm so so happy that it was a happy ending but feeling said at the same time that it is an ending the beautiful journey of 6 months has been ended</font>

<font size="2" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">There was a special bonding of BI ishq with my heart I'm gonna miss it like crazy and the mare thought is making me cry and my heart to sunkdon'tknow how I will cop up without the daily dose of update😭</font>

<font size="2" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">But a huge thanks to you SIM for giving us such a marvelous story👏👏👏</font>

<font size="2" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Thanks thanks & thanks once again I can't thank enough for this very special journey</font>

<font size="2" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">A tight hug to you from my side🤗</font>

<font size="2" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">I will miss you plz come back with another one plzzz😔</font>

<font size="2" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif">Just as Zain cant live without Aaliya:</font>Da...tumhe aap bulate waqt bahut dard hota tha mujhe ...Malika e Zain ...meri princess meri mami ki bhanji ...nahi jee sakta tumhare bina ...❤️

<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="2">I cant live without your writing SIM😉</font>

<font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="2">May Go bless you with all the happiness😊</font>

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Originally posted by: Zainedil

Kiran
I love you
Dnt mke me cry I am in lab n ppl will laugh at me
Overwhelmed with ur love
Love you
Sim

Chapter 50

Part B

Pyaar ...Ishq...Mohabbat ...

As she woke up...she realized it was too late ...the kids were already taken care off...twins were sleeping and Suraiya was with them ...and Zea had left for school as Zain walked in ...

Da...chalo ...

Kaha Zain ...

Aree chalo na ...as he gave her a packet ...10 minute mai car mai milna ..aur haa agar yeh pehnkar nikalne mai sharam aa rahi hai toh burkha pehn lena ...par jaldi...

She peeped inside ..was a long red gown ..similar to the one he had gifted her in Goa..before ha had proposed her ...as she got ready looking in the mirror ...her figure had blossomed ...as motherhood had highlighted her feminine attributes giving it a fullness ...that made her look very elegant ...

She saw her pendant ...his gift ...that she used to forever wear ...and looked inside...was an elegant bangle...studded with small diamonds ..she smiled and got ready ...dashing a dab of his favorite perfume ..on her neck and wrist ...the jasmine fragrance wrapping her aura now ...

As she opened her hair ..the brown curls bouncing along her shoulders ...a dab of light make-up as she pouted looking at her reflection and smiled ...

Her empty wrist ...she still wanted a tattoo of his name..maybe one day she will coax him as she smiled and went down ...

He stood near the car in a white shirt and blue jeans ..looking his suave self ...with a blue glares hanging from the neck...Zain Abdullah was a walking version of a greek god as she flashed his smile ...

He whistled out ...Allah ...aaj kitni garmi hai ...Da...is rate mai melt ho jaunga ...ya Allah tum toh sar se paav tak qaymat ho ...qayamat ...

As she smiled...Kitkit ...kitni asheel batein karne lage ho aaj kal ...humesha ek hi khayal rehta hai tumhare jeham mai ...chalo ab as she dragged him inside...

As they drove out she again asked...Zain bacche ...he kept his hand on her lips ...

Shhh...Mom hai ...sab hai ...aaj sirf tum aur mai ...

As the city passed away ...she saw they were heading towards a private runway ...

She looked up surprised ...Zain ...hum kaha jaa rahe hai ...

Da...mera gift hai tumhare liye ...surprise...

Bharosa hai na mujhpar ...

Koi shaqh hai tumhe ...

Toh chalo ..mujhe aankh par yeh patti bandne do..

Zain ...as he tied a black lace on her eyes ...and took her hand ...

She walked unstable ...shy ..as he made her sit ...she knew she was in an aircraft ...as she heard the pilot getting instructions for a takeoff...

As Zain held her hand firmly..kissing it every second ..he came very close to her ...nibbling her lobes ...Mrs.Abdullah...hum do din ke liye jaa rahe hai...aur haa bacche theek hai ...mai sab intezaam kar chukka hu ...ab unki baat nahi hogi ...sirf tum aur mei...aur humara pyaar ..samjhi ...aap...jane tamana ..

Her expression was a bit tensed as anxiety filled in ...it took them five hours as she got down from the aircraft...as Zain spoke in English and showed all the documents ..he opened her blind fold...

Welcome to Seychelles ...Mrs. Aaliya Zain Abdullah ...

Seychelles ..an island nation in Indian ocean having almost 45 different type of islands...having a rich history of French and British cultures ...a small pearl in the ocean. The humid climate and the smell of the ocean drove Aaliya insane ...as Zain held her hand in his ...Chale ...

The boat ride ...was taken by Zain and Aaliya alone ...a full stalked ...boat as he drove to one of the secluded private islands ...his gift to her ...the sun shone bright as they reached the island...

Aaliya was mesmerized by its beauty ...untouched and pristine ..the long white sand beach and the bluish green water ...the swaying coconut trees ...and a small palm leaf covered house ...the perfect location as she picked her sandals up and her feet touched the hot sand ...she realized it was too hot ...

In a second ...Zain picked her in his arms...as she held his neck with both hands ...smiling at him ..her protector ...her love ...as he smiled and took her inside...

Zain ...Wow...bahut sundar hai ...as she came near him ...

Da...mai jaanta hu ..tum aise kapde pehnti nahi ho...isliye tumahre taste koh nazar mai rakh kar ...thode lambe hi laaya ho...jaao change karo...beach par jaayenge ...

As she went in to try ...15 minutes later ...Zain gasped for breath ...as Aaliya stood in front ...the slender figure covered in a full cover swimming suit ..the slacks covering her leg ..and a frilly layer of skirt on it ...the decency still maintained to make her feel comfortable...as he handed a sarong to her ...she smiled ... Zain ..maine kabhi aise kapde pehne nahi hai ...

He smiled ...yeh private island hai ...door door tak loin ahi aa sakta ...bharosa rakho ...ab chale ...as she caught his hand ...

Kitkit ..hot haa ..he blushed ...

Da ..tum toh mujhe red shorts mai humesha hi chedti thi...

pata hai ...shadi ke baad mai jaan bujhkar aise ghoomta tha ...mujhe tumhari who sharmati nazar who 50 ki heroine wali ada ...hai ...jaanleva lagti thi ...

As she held his hand ...They went to the beach ...the white sand ...reflecting their happiness

The air had a salty humidity ...the sun shadowed in a blanket of white clouds ...as they settled on the sand ...Zain opened a big beach umbrella ...and spread out his towel...

He looked at her ...she still was trying to pull her slacks down ...as he held her hand ...

Da...theek hai ...she smiled...

Kitkit ...kitna lamba safar tai kiya hai na ...tum nahi hote toh na jaane meri zindagi kaise adhoori hoti...

Da ...hum dono adhore hote...khuda sab ki jodiya banata hai ...aur kismet unh eek kar hi deti hai ...as she giggled ...and looked at his wrist ...her tattoo

Kitkit ...tumhe ajeeb lagta hoga na ..jab meeting mai aise tattoo dikhta hoga hai na ...she caressed it slowly ...

Da...mere pyaar hai who ...sharam ya ajeeb kyu laggea ...

infact maine toh staff koh offer diya hai ...joh husbands apne wife ke naam ka tattoo karyenge unhe ek saak tak higher pay check milta hai ..mai akela thodi na ...hu ...

She giggled ....Zain ...tum aur tumhara pagalpan ...as he came close ...

His hands going on the back of her head ...titling it ...as she kissed him ..and then ran towards the waves...he ran behind her ...the salty water jumped on her as they played and splashed and got wet ...in a moment she lost her balance ...falling down and completely wet ...

He turned her around ...the wet damp hair mixed with the wet sand ...as he snuggled towards her ...

Aaliya ...the name provoking her senses to kiss him ...

The waves subsided with his every move ...and then again rushed to embrace her legs ...the salt and tangy mixture now seeping on her wet body as she smiled ...the two bodies swirled in a alluring mix...so intoxicating ...that the shy breeze held its breath ...afraid to wake them up...

The hugs and passion intensified ...as he nibbled on her skin ...the movement going hazily towards a want to explore more ...the urge to soothen the tingling sensations within his heart ...

The smooch lasted for a long time ...as the faces smiled in between sometimes gasping for breath ...and sometimes when the wave scattered on their frames ...

It was a magical moment that they had lost in each others arms ...a love that trickled in every bead...trampling every splash ...biting every infinite particle of sand ...as they rolled ...in the water ...drenching themselves with splatters of love ...

When Aaliya finally opened her eyes ...she was hungry ...and realized they had slept on the dry sand ...the clothes had dried too...

Kitkit ...Mujhe bhook lagi hai ...

He opened his eye....ek kaam ro he gave his hand ...mujhe kha jao ...mai bahut tasty hu ...

She hit him hard ...uthooo...bhuku lagi hai ...

As he got up, wiping the dried sand till sticking on his semi dried shorts ...

Ek pal kaa aaram nahi hai ...ab madam ke liye khana dhoondo ...suno ...mai lekar aata hu...boat mei rahe gaya ...tum shower lelo ...

She went in smiling ...smiling and giggling all the time...the sun was setting ...as he came in again ...

Madam...yaha samandar ka pani jyada hai ..peene ka kam ...waste mat karo...itni lambi beauty bath logi ...toh mujhe raat koh khara pani peena padega ...she giggled ...as she pulled him inside ...

the sand clogged the sieve ...as the water drained ...and he felt her body under the shower...the wet dizziness ...enticing his breath ...she seemed a bit wild as she bit on his neck ...he tried moving away ...

Shhh..love bites hai ...pyaar ki nishaani ...kai show off karna ...as the niblings grew ...the blood rushing to the spot ...and then being cooled with her soothing cold tongue ...driving him mad ...

As the love making moved on ..the legs rubbing on each other ...the misty washroom was engulfed in steam ...a hot and erotic passion was filling in ...as the lather added a tinge of its own scent ...muddling with his musky smell and her feminine splash ...the bodies rejoicing love ...the breath breaking in sighs and heave ...twirling lust ...swooning the small room...

It took them one hour to step out as Zain grumbled...

Bigado mujhe ..aur bigado...soch lo adat pad jayegi meri..ghar jaakar bhi yehi karunga ...as he spoke to her ....ab bahar niklo ...mujhe bhi bhook lagi hai ...

Zain ..mere kapde do...he looked up ...kaunse kapde ...

Aree mera gown ...

Who toh maine gila kar diya ...as she peeked out shocked ...

Toh mai ab pehnungi kya ...

He smiled ..yeh ...and handed over his white shirt ...

She pulled her hand outside ...pant ...

Kaunsi pant ...

Aree sirf shirt pehnungi kya ...

Pant toh maine pehni hai ...sirf shirt hai pehna hai toh pehno ...varna yeh bhi wapas le lunga ...

Allah Tauba ...kitne gande ho tum ...as she stepped out ...

still pulling down his bit over sized shirt ...as he put off the lights . the room lightened up with scented candles ...as he offered her his hand ...going on his one knee...dinner madam ...

They walked towards the outside balcony ...the candles brightening the room ..and the table ...as he had arranged everything ...

Da...khane ke baad ..meetha mai khilaunga ...she looked up...

Zaroora koi hot plan banaya hoga hai na ...he laughed ...

Anniversary hai ...tumse shadi karna sabse accha decision tha mere zindagi ka ...as he looked up...holding her hand ...Darling ..yeh aapke liye ...aap ne rishta banay ...meri zindagi savari ...khush ho na aap...

As Aaliya cried ...Zain ...mamu bahut khush hai ...I love you ...

As the dinner got over on a glass of apple cider ...and bites from each others spoons ..he looked up...

Da...aankh band karo....

As she obeyed ...he took her outside on the sand again and made her sit ...she felt a dry and soft thing...as he opened her eyes ...a wooden fire surrounded by dried hay splattered with flowers was ready ...as he smiled ...

Aaj raat sitaron ke saath ...she smiled ...

Aree meetha toh bhool hi gaya ...she frowned ..ab kya ...

Da...ab mai tumhe khane wala hu ...

as she tried running away ..he lifted her up and gently placed her on the make shift bed ...the sand and dried haystack ...pricking and caressing her thigh..the legs laid exposed as the shirt barely covered her torso ...she was shy ...

As Zain ...opened a box of chocolate paste ...and whisked some on his finger ...

Aaj chocolate kahunga ....and licked his fingers up...and smiled at her ...

The next moment she was being splattered with streaks of chocolate ..the dark lines merging with her skin ...in a tenderness ...as he looked at her after completing his art work...the shirt laid at a distance ...as her hourglass figure ..the peachy skin was marked by a strange pattern ...of a dark hazel etchings ...the finger marks ...imprinted on her soft surface ...she with her coy smile hid her modesty ...

As he peeled his layers of clothing ..and started his mission ...to wipe off his art work ..the tongue dabbing all the way on the tracks sampling the sweet and dark chocolate mixed skin ...stroking the stark bare skin ...and igniting her senses ...as he explored every inch of his heaven and her hands reciprocated with an equal furosity ..digging on his back...outlining his adams apple as she kissed him ...the few whiskers on his adams apple drove her mad ...his cleft chin ...and his husky voice ...his thumping chest ...as he merged himself in her ...her un-draped soul now rejoiced ...

The flames spurted in a bonfire as the scintillating heat ...melted them both ...the love charred the body ...as the sparks of love making ...smoked the night ...with a warm glow...

He smiled as he laid in her arms ...smiling ...

Happy anniversary Da...

Happy anniversary kitkit ...ab bolo Da ka matlab ...

He put his hand on his face to support him to stare at her ...

Tumhe pata hai ...jab Rhea mujhe mili ...tab mai usse koi purani yaad nahi dilana chahta tha ..darta tha ..kahi Malika..princess ya Mamu ki bhanji bolunga toh usse purani baatein yaad aajeygi ...aur achanak yaad aane se ..woh shayad ...disturb hogi isliye ...maine idea kiya ...Da...ka

Zain ..mai saade aat saal se ...Da ...sun rahi ho ...

He smiled again ...Rhea Da ...Aaliya bhi Da ...

Jab tumhari yadash aayi aur tum mujhe nafrat karti thi ...tab bhi tumhe Da ..bulata tha ...tumhe pata hi nahi chala ..

Tumhari nafrat bhi nahi rok paayi mere pyaar koh

Zain bolo na ...

He smiled ...Dad ka naam aur tumhara naam ...ek kar diya ...dono mere saath the ...har baar

Darling Aaliya ...Da ...

As he hugged him ...and smooched again ...mere shona ...ab tumhe gift milega ...and a bhooki sherni took over ...as Zain cried ...Da...Da ...Da ...Bachao...

Some love stories embed in our heart and minds ...some work beyond the realms of reality ...some beyond darkness ...but love always prevails ...true love always stands out ...to one such love story...

to one such couple

Zaya ...Zain aur Aaliya

Beintehaa

Beinthaa Isq - the END

Yeh lamhe kabhi na mit paayenge ...

Bas beintehaa yadein chod jayenge ...

Alvida nahi ...phir milne ka vaada hai tumse ...

Zaya ka ishq ...dohrane ka irada hai phir se

Ishq aisa sufiana kiya humne ...

Beintehaa Ishq ...jiya humne

SIM

Authors note- this story had parts of non-fiction too. The disease mentioned Traumatic brain injury is a real life incident.The method that Zain adapted was actually adapted and is a common treatment ...the aggressive streaks in such patients goes beyond emotional hurt...violent abuses are a part of their lives. The person has no control over their brain activity or their hatred and anger. Any small incident of hatred can trigger continuous images of flashes leading to accuses. I have seen a close person suffering through this, their loved ones fighting to get them back...a person fails to see love ...and its only love that has brought the person back to reality.

The disease is incurable, the streaks as Aaliya still surfaces though at a milder rate...and it will be difficult to believe but a real life Zain has gone to the extent of being hit and still staying strong and not leaving the person . He was the inspiration for the part of the story. To all those haters who maligned this story and mislabeled it ...please think before you speak ...dont mock ...cause god forbid you should never see someone close to you hating you or not able to withstand ur presence.

Several instances were inspired by real-life and several were totally fictional.

Mental stability is a unseen handicap that needs love to fight. If you ever come across people who need this support ...please stay strong ...It took 12 years for the affected person to strive back to normalcy ...but they did ..thanks to the love of their family and their special Zain ...

No justifications...no explanations...this is my pure attempt to give u all a diff dark real ...yet a love filled story ...

signing off from Beintehaa Ishq ...forever

till I come again with a new zaya story ...I will I promise ...

A journey of 6 months 6th dec 2014- 6 th may 2015 ...every day was special...thanks for all ur love ...

Love you all

SIM