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A very Happy Birthday to my hopeless FK pankhi. I hope your special day marks a beginning of another awesome year!! ❤️
Keep your creative juices flowing and give us many more stories to love and characters to swoon over. 😉
So like every year, on your request I'm here with my fifth piece of writing on your Zaroon-Abeer and third as your birthday gift. I hope you'll enjoy reading it. ❤️
~LOVE ME TILL THE END~
"I hope you enjoy your stay with us, Mr. Zaroon!" The middle aged man suited up in crisp black and white formals behind the reception desk spoke up while Zaroon scribbled some information left in the registration form.
"I really intend to Mr. Jason." Zaroon replied with a smile that reached his chocolate orbs and they twinkled.
"Your luggage will be taken care of by our chauffeurs." Jason informed him, handing over the keys to Zaroon.
"Thank you so much." Zaroon took the keys with a smile and pocketed them before turning around. He took in a deep breath, taking in the scent of wildflower aroma lamps hanging around.
Looking around the lobby full of people, he spotted his wife without much difficulty in a corner watching a life size waterfall fountain that hotel boasted of. Water tumbled down the rocks in thin sheets into the pond like man-made water feature. A variety of plants could seen growing around to give it a natural waterfall like look and they very well succeeded in accomplishing that for the long ornamental grasses and ferns looked just perfect with the rainforest setting. Small pebbles sitting around the stone steps with asymmetrical bushes had a raw, unspoiled beauty.
Snaking his arms around her waist, Zaroon nuzzled into her gorgeous ebony locks, taking in her sultry peach fragrance of shampoo before placing a deep kiss on the back of her neck.
"DADDYYY!!!" A united squeal made Zaroon shot open his eyes, both shocked and surprised. Are they here or I'm just missing them way too much? Zaroon wondered when an i-Pad in Abeer's hands caught his eye and surely enough there they were.
His babies! Cupcake and Oreo as he loved to call them! Aaina Zaroon, their 6 year old daughter who was a perfect mix of best of her parents. Blessed with eyes as deep and mesmerizing as Zaroon's chocolate orbs, she had inherited her mother's beautiful complexion and breathtaking smile. When little Zaroon's reflection could be seen in her mischiefs, the maturity she showed for her little age was undoubtedly Abeer's streak.
While Aazan Zaroon, their 4 year old second born was rather a bit of almost everyone in their family. With eyes as black and mystical as Sara, he had his Grandma, Gazala's flawless milky complexion. But, when it came to habits, he's a complete replica of his Grandpa. Be it be his cute chubby look or fondness of sugar, esp. Abeer's Chocolate delights. She literally has to hide the cookies in top shelves, away from the reach of Grandfather-Grandson duo, for one is diabetic and other, once high on sugar turns into this super energetic maniac who doesn't comes in anyone's control.
"Cupcake? Oreo?" He exclaimed, delighted to see them after long 6 hours of flight. Abeer smacked Zaroon's arm that was still wrapped around her waist. He immediately left her, cutely conscious of their kids. Ever since Aaina's birth, Abeer Zaroon made a point to make sure they don't indulge in something that maybe inappropriate for her innocent mind and they end up embarrassing themselves too. They were very particular about touches and guarded their tongues for being an inquisitive child, Aaina was a pressure cooker of questions, really! It was difficult at start, esp. for Zaroon who being a spoiled husband just couldn't keep his hands off his wife and their little princess Aaina, being an attention seeker, just like her daddy dearest, demanded undivided attention of both her parents without a fail. You try ignoring her and then you'll see what hurricane she would bring. This undoubtedly left them with very little time alone but who complained? Being parents was exhilarating, and Zaroon Abeer wanted to live it to fullest, keeping other needs aside for a while and they did. It was almost magically as to how their life revolved around the little being they created together. A gooey toothless smile of Aaina would be enough to light up their world. When her little arms would be around Zaroon, all his tiredness from day's work would fade away like it never existed.
Every night, watching her sleep, peacefully and secured between them was one serene experience which both of them could never fathom in words. For Abeer, it was almost like watching a dream with open eyes, a dream on which she had given up long ago, thinking herself to be unfortunate for the blessing of motherhood. But just the way Zaroon flipped her world around with his love which knew no bounds, he completed her as a woman too. He gave her Aaina.
As days passed, the new parents slowly learned to steal time for themselves. Late night coffee was a without-a-miss every night ritual when Aaina would be in deep sleep over which they would talk about gone by day, Abeer would fill him with little Aaina's new mischiefs, steal passionate kisses in between, make out a bit, weave dreams for a beautiful future together and if not anything else, then simply hold each other close and listen to soft lub-dub of their beating hearts, while cherishing the closeness and warmth. By the time Aazan was born, they had mastered the art of balancing Zaroon's ro-mance with their responsibilities as parents.
"Mamu, Main bhi hu!" A cute munchkin came running from behind followed by Sara's voice, "Sambhal kar Emaad! Seediyaan hai."
Well, this was Emaad Shahzeb, Sara and Shahzeb's little tornado and Zaroon's Marshmallow.
He popped up on the sofa, crashing between Aaina and Aazan while Zaroon shook his head laughing a little.
"Of course, my Marshmallow. But wait, Aap kab aaye?" Zaroon asked him in cute child-like tone as Emaad adjusted his Harry Potter like full rimmed, circular glasses which got displaced while jumping on the sofa.
"Bas thodi der pehle." Sara spoke up from behind, on Emaad's behalf.
"Sara!" Abeer exclaimed happily as her eyes took in her beautiful glowing form, "Shahzeb Bhai nahi aaye?"
"You think he wouldn't?" Sara shook her head hopelessly as she came to sit down on the sofa and Aaina immediately got up to adjust the cushions to make a comfortable space for her making both her parents smile.
"Mom ke saath hain, kitchen mein." Sara added.
"Mamu, Humare liye chocolate muffins banna rahe hai." Aazan bubbled over excitedly.
"Ahaan? Not bad. And what about strawberry smoothie?" Zaroon asked them, wriggling his perfectly arched eyebrows.
The cute realizing faces of Emaad and Aazan explained that they totally forgot about it and Aazan even hit his forehead with his little palm adorably.
"Leh? How Can You Marshmallow? Oreo?" Zaroon spoke up, looking at them cutely goggled-eyed.
"Abb bhaago! Jaakar Dadi aur Mamu se bolo that we want strawberry smoothie too. Come on fast!" Zaroon added with a cute urgency and there you go, Zaroon again succeeded in provoking them, like always. In no time, Emaad and Aazan were rushing down the stairs and Aaina followed them like a dutiful elder sister to make sure her little brothers don't hurt themselves while getting down the stairs.
"Sudhar jao Zaroon tum!" Sara shook her head hopelessly.
"Maine kya kiya?" Zaroon made a cute innocent face though he was everything but innocent.
"Aap toh kabhi kuch nahi karte hai Zaroon." Abeer rolled her eyes at his pretense but the next moment, she felt his hand sliding around her waist before he pulled her close.
"Don't worry Biwi. Tumhari yeh shikayat bhi jald door kar dunga main. Bahout kuch karunga inn do dino mein main." He whispered huskily in her ear as a beautiful crimson adorned her cheeks. Yes, even after being mother to his two kids and years of intimacy, she still blushed.
She looked up in his chocolate orbs, her emerald eyes soft and innocent but the next moment, he saw a mischievous glint twinkling in them.
"I can't wait!" She spoke up softly.
"Soon!" He winked at her as his baritone revved as soft shy smile spread across her lips.
Their trance was broken by Sara's whistle who was looking at them with naughty gleam in her mesmerizing black eyes. Zaroon turned to look at her cutely irritated for interrupting his ro-mance.
"Tum kebab mein haddi banna kab chhodogi?" He demanded, adorably miffed with her.
"Never!" She stuck out her tongue at him teasingly, "Nevertheless, allah kare tum dodo ko kisi ki nazar naa lage. I mean, tum dono ko dekh kar who would say, that you both are there for your seventh wedding anniversary." Sara spoke up, adoringly making the couple smile at her compliment.
Well, this was no lie. Even after six, soon seven years of martial bliss, Zaroon Abeer could still give the so-called newly wed, much in love couples a run for romance.
"And a detour to first honeymoon!" Sara continued cheekily and Zaroon winked at her.
"How's my Jellybean doing anyways?" He asked her. Well yes, he had one of those cute nicknames for every child in Junaid household.
Running a hand around her big swollen belly, Sara felt the 6 month little fetus moving inside her womb, "Just fine!"
"Kicked yesterday." She added with a overwhelmed glimmer on her face.
"Feels good?" Abeer asked her this time as her arm almost involuntarily went around her husband's waist while Zaroon held her securely from her shoulder.
"More than good. It's magnificent." Sara told them as moisture glistened her eyes.
"Aww.. I'm so happy for you Sara!" Abeer spoke up sincerely, with specks of moisture in her emerald eyes.
"I'm happy too." Sara agreed, dabbing the corner of her eye with the back of her hand. Hormones!
"Leh? Abb isme rone wali kya baat hui?" Zaroon wondered, before Abeer and Sara broke into giggles at his cute amused face.
Inserting the card in the lock, Zaroon opened the huge teak door of their suite, one of the most premium suites the hotel offered to be precise and their hide out for next two days.
Abeer looked around the posh interiors of the suite astonished. Though every inch of the suite oozed of luxuries and facilities yet it had an authentic Grecian feel to it with spotless white walls and little wood shelves. But what surprised her the most was the unique dome like shape of the roof. The flooring was of the finest white marble, so shiny that one could actually see their reflection in it. Big lavender colored pillow shaped sitting were kept in front of a polished teak low table. It wasn't like Abeer has not been to such luxurious suites before. She has, many times when she accompanied Zaroon to his business trips. But guess, she still hasn't got used to it.
Walking up to the huge wooden door painted in bright shade of pink, Abeer opened it and pretty lavender and white colored bougainvillea flowers welcomed her to the most breathtaking view she has ever seen in her whole life. The sea was a rippling blanket of brochure-blue. The sky was smooth like a curtain of silk. The seagulls were squawking and squabbling while flying towards the horizon.
Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, taking in that saline smell of sea and beach with some part smoky chicken and coal from the grill. Guess, somebody was having BBQ for lunch. It was when Abeer felt Zaroon's warm lips on her shoulder, she opened her eyes with a smile and leaned back to rest her head on his shoulder.
"Fabulous, isn't it?" He asked her, whispering in her ear huskily.
"It's breathtaking Zaroon." She replied softly, admiring the stunning view when suddenly he grabbed her arm before turning her face to him and she crashed into his chest. Abeer was sure startled by this act.
"Zaroon?" She gasped, totally taken aback.
"I thought only my kisses could make you breathless!" Zaroon accused her, cutely.
Abeer looked at him blankly for a moment before she burst out laughing.
"Oh My God." Abeer laughed, holding her stomach for it had started to ache. How cute was this man exactly?
"What is SO funny Abeer?" Zaroon looked at her irritated.
"You, my love." Abeer replied as she managed to control her laughter after much failed attempts. Looping her arms around his neck, "I can't believe you were jealous. My dear hotmess husband, your kisses are exceptional and trust me, the way you make me breathless, nothing in this world can." She spoke up in soft seductive voice and before Zaroon could utter a word, she toed up to close her mouth over hers.
He was taken aback for sure but melted the moment he felt her soft, warm, petal like lips moving over his urging him to respond back. Without giving it another thought, he pulled her close with his arms wrapped around her waist and reciprocated with everything he had in himself. Their lips moved at breathtaking pace while tongues fought for dominance, tasting the moist interiors of each other's mouths. Abeer moaned as he deepened the kiss further, clutching onto his white linen shirt.
It was when oxygen had been threatened to dangerously low levels, Zaroon pulled back half heartedly.
"Oh!" Abeer exclaimed, panting as she dropped her head on his shoulder, totally dazed while Zaroon had to lean back on the railing to support them.
"That was incredible!" Zaroon flashed a mischievous grin as Abeer looked up, still catching up on her breaths.
"I told you, nothing in this whole wide world." She replied, breathless and Zaroon engulfed her in his arms laughing.
About an hour later,
Zaroon Abeer walked in to a cozy caf cum restaurant of Oia, Santorini as Zaroon took off his sassy blue reflector Ray Bans to look around for a table for themselves. Abeer had insisted on exploring the local Greece this time and so they were here, away from the five-star lunch houses with Michelin Chefs and polished crowd, to which our beloved couple have grown extremely bored. The air was thick with the aroma of brewing coffee, baking pastries and tangy sauce.
"I am definitely having an extra large mug of coffee!" Zaroon exclaimed, leading Abeer through the crowd to a vacant table he spotted on patio in open.
Abeer chuckled, "So? You're hungry now?" She asked him teasingly, referring to Zaroon's proposal to spend a lazy, romantic afternoon together locked in room and make love endlessly. He had very well tempted her with his husky baritone and feather soft kisses too but then a loud growl of her stomach had explained well that Abeer was starving. She just had a couple of bites of Fish Chips served in flight in name of breakfast.
Zaroon looked her with cute narrowed eyes, "Don't lure me Biwi. You know I'm craving for you. It won't take more than a few minutes to walk back into our room."
Abeer smiled coyly at his response as they settled down on a round table in corner. Unlike the hush whispers and giggles of posh restaurants, this place was bustling with chatters and laughter which was a pleasant change. People could be spotted bonding over mugs of steaming coffee and lunch. A young girl in bright summer dress with a white apron tied around her neck came up to their table with a wide smile.
"Kal apgevma! Ps to kneis? (Good Afternoon! How are you doing?)" She spoke up in fluent Greek while Zaroon Abeer looked at each other confused.
"Syngnmi. (I'm sorry) Good afternoon! How are you doin?" She repeated herself, smiling warmly. Her accent had a peculiar Greek touch which sounded a little strange but was understandable and how much Zaroon Abeer was thankful to that. After taking their orders amidst much laughs for Zaroon pronounced the names of a couple of dishes hilariously wrong but the waitress was a sweet girl for she not only corrected him, but also helped him to say them in right pronunciation. She told them that their order would take from 20-25 mins coz all the dishes they serve to their customers are freshly prepared.
While waiting for their orders, laughing and chatting among themselves, they enjoyed the live musical performance with bouzouki, which was a guitar like instrument and toubeleki, a kind of drum. An old couple was dancing beautifully to the tunes making Abeer go aww and soon other couples too joined the floor. Zaroon was amused as he watched Abeer, clapping and cheering for the couples excitedly when one of the ladies came forward, asking Abeer and Zaroon to join as well. Zaroon wasn't very thrilled abt the idea but could he ever say no to those cute puppy eyes with which Abeer looked at him? Never. Zaroon Junaid had to agree and surprisingly he enjoyed dancing, trying weird footsteps and hand moves.
Lunch came in soon after and both of them tucked into their plates, relishing the most delicious food served to them full of butter and tangy sauces. With tummy full with food and arms around each other's waist, they walked on the sunbaked streets of colorful Greece awestruck. Zaroon plucked a beautiful bunch of wildflowers from the bushes growing nearby and tucked it in her hair smiling. Abeer touched the delicate beauties resting on her ear softly before toeing up to peck his lips softly as thank you.
Taking her hand in his, Zaroon twirled Abeer around as she squealed. Her pretty pink abstract print dress flowed in full glory and not to miss that sultry side slit in her dress which gave him a very delicious view of creaminess hidden inside. With another twirl, he pulled her back in his arms as she collided with his chest sensually. Brushing away those hair wisps which were hindering his view, Zaroon caressed her cheek with his thumb before Zaroon leaned in every intention to kiss daylights outta his wife but a huge applause from the little children standing in shade interrupted them.
Abeer hided her face in his chest, her cheeks flaring tomato red with shyness making Zaroon and everyone else laugh adorably.
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