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نازکی ان کے لب کی کیا کہیے
پنکھری اک گلاب کی سی ہے

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Her hair were in a messy braid, lone strands framing her face and some caressing her neck. Wearing a maroon shalwar kameez and a black dupatta hanging from her neck, Jannat sat on the carpet near her mother and Mami, sipping the warm tea.

She talked with Zoya and Dua who were sitting beside her when her Mami said,

" Why don't you make Ibraheem marry Jannat?"

Jannat froze as Dua lightly tapped her shoulder with her own, the tea threatening to spill.

"But he is so much older than her!", Zoya mused.

Her protest was maybe because she sided with Jannat or maybe she had her eyes in someone in particular.

Her Mami clapped a hand in the air to shush her daughter,

"So what? Young women turn men on. Haye.It must he hard for him."

Both her Ammi and Mami looked at each other and cackled loudly, both laughing at the not so hilarious innuendo.

Jannat's face turned cherry red as she eyed her Ammi, trying to hide her face in the mug of chai. She smacked Dua on her arm when she, too, started laughing.

"Why are you laughing?", Zoya asked Dua.

"Haven't you noticed, our Jannat sahiba starts blushing as soon as someone says Ibraheem.", Dua filled Zoya in but when Zoya looked at Jannat curiously, Jannat smacked Dua again.

"She's just joking. She keeps assuming stuff by herself."

Then, Dua leaned in and slowly whispered, "Really?"

And Jannat smiled a fake smile, her lips pinched and teeth not visible,

"Yes. Your brother or his name don't effect me at all."

Jannat rolled her eyes when Dua sighed,

"Haye. Kya khwaab thay meray.( Oh! What dreams I had.) "

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She was going to her window to assure that her flowers were safe, dressed in a white bathrobe since she had just came out of shower, when the someone knocked on her door.

"Yes?",She asked.

The door opened wide with a creak. It was Ibraheem with a strange glint in his eyes, dressed in a white polo shirt with a green stripe around the collar and jeans.

Looking at him in colour after ages felt strange, so strange that she forgot her own half dressed state.

He bit his lip, the bottom fuller and plumper and stepped towards her. Eyeing him skeptically, she stepped back.

He slightly turned his face to the side and smiled. How long had it been since he had smiled at her?

He stepped towards her again, in two long strides he was in front of her. And she, unfortunately, was pressed against the wall and when her legs which were bare below the knees pressed against the wall, she became aware of her state.

"So, I don't affect you?"
His eyes searching hers. She noticed that his eyelashes were very curved, she felt like they were longer than hers even.

She felt like smacking her head. Dua. Gulping, she said,

"No. Why?"

He moved his body closer to hers.There was tiny space left between them, just enough to let a thread pass.

He licked his lips and her breath hitched.

"Ab?", He asked.

She could see the devil in his black eyes and feel the angel in his beating heart.

Her chest moved with her heavy breathing, the gold pendant contrasting against her collar bones and the white bathrobe.

"...No", she said meekly, her eyes glancing down for a second.

He took this as a challenge and stepped closer, finally pressing his body against hers. She gulped when she realised the layers between them were minimum and watched as his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Now?", he whispered in his husky voice, the musk in his scent surrounding her.

She was close to dying.

He moved his head lower, a strand of hair parting from the others as it fell upon his brow.

"Now?", He asked again, his eyes searching her face and drinking in her features like wine.

She couldn't speak a single word. She didn't know what to do with her hands and it seemed that all the boldness from yesterday had vanished leaving her hollow within a second.

She blinked her eyes and in just that split second, her world fell apart when his lips met hers.

He kept them there for a second, testing. Then he started to move them.

His scent, the musk and the wood mixed with her's flowery odour and a garden bloomed.

His hands wound around her waist tightly,holding her against himself and his fingers drew a pattern in her hip,

A wave, then a circle.

Her eyes opened wide for a second when his stubble scratched against her chin and it all became clear. Her skin flushed, her hands started trembling and legs felt weak. She watched his closed eyes for a second then closed hers too, the emotions overwhelming her.

His lips coaxed her plumper ones to move with them and she gave herself away. The control slipped from her hand and her lips moved.

Within five seconds, which seemed like a lifetime, he stopped. Time stopped. Hearts stopped beating.

His eyes opened, the lust, the love and adoration making his eyes feel cloudy as his more deeper than ever voice whispered,

"Keep one thing in your mind, I -"

his lips seemed like they couldn't bear the distance and met hers once again in a ruthless kiss.

"-I will marry you. Chahay kuch bhi hojaye. You are mine. "

He moved his face back and when his body left hers,her legs gave up.

She couldn't feel her lower body as she lost balance. His hands ,still around her waist ,tightened and pressed her body against his to prevent her from falling, the clothe bunching under his touch, their bodies not even a millimetre apart, the hearts beating in sync.

He pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes for a second.

The sky and the sea clashing before his closed eyes, the world burning.

Then his hands left her and a slow smile spread across his lips slowly morphing into a chuckle, and Jannat's mouth gaped open when he winked and turned around to leave her room.

She was furious, she was confused, she was standing on the cloud nine, she didn't know what she felt.

Her breathing hard and her heart pumping in her chest, her tingling lips leaving a reminder for the shy night.

She picked up a box of tissue papers placed on her vanity and threw it against his back, which was shaking with laughter, the broad shoulders and muscles shifting under his thin shirt.

With that, he laughed more loudly, his voice echoing in the room and turned around, saluting her before leaving the room.

She breathed heavily and tightened the belt on her robe, leaning against the wall.

This man would be the death of her.

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Jannat couldn't meet his eyes as they sat on the dining table. Now freshly showered and dressed in a chiffon lavender Kameez embroidered with a garden of colourful flowers and white net and straight trousers, her dupatta sitting nicely on one shoulder as it flowed to the floor.

She moved her food around and blushed continuously, not being able to eat anything due to the butterflies in her stomach.

"Jannat beta, why are you not eating anything?" Her mother asked.

Her voice was meek when she said, "I am not hungry."

"Why? You're getting thinner. I notice you don't eat enough nowadays."

She bit her lip before assuring her mother that she really wasn't hungry when her gaze met his for a second.

In a split second, roses bloomed on her cheeks and they coloured red as her eyes lowered.

Her father watched this exchange with concern and then amusement,

"Jannat, meet me in the study later. I have something important to ask."

She nodded and excused herself, eyes still not meeting his.

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Jannat watched as Zoya served tea to Ibraheem. They both stood next to eachother, Ibraheem now having changed into a black Shalwar Kameez for dinner.

She saw them, then. Observed them together and she concluded that they looked good.

Zoya was dressed in a red shirt, the red bright like fire. The boat shaped neckline exposed far too much of her shoulders and the shirt fitted her like second skin. Jannat blushed when she noticed her breasts were a lot bigger and she could even see a little cleavage when she bent down to put the cup on the table. Zoya wore kitten heels, and her tight fitting trousers stopped above her ankles. She was wearing traditional clothes now but Jannat knew that she wore western clothes too, having lived in London for sometime. She bet she had seen her pictures where she was wearing skirts or sleeveless or cropped tops. Her nails were always manicured to perfection, her arms and legs always waxed and her eyebrows perfectly arched. Her dark lipstick highlighted her plump lips and Jannat looked into her own reflection, she looked plain.

She felt like she was going to cry as the feelings of insecurity washed over her.

Ibraheem deserved a woman like her, who knew what she was doing and what she wanted. Not a child like her.

Pursing her lips, she was reminded of the kiss. Blushing again, she thought, why would he kiss her?

Images of him and Zoya and then that woman from that night and spark of fury lit her heart on fire.

She was looking at Zoya's dyed hair keenly when her eyes met his.
She saw his smug face, his eyes brows raised and she wanted to strangle herself.

Averting her eyes to the floor, she remembered her father's words.

Walking to his study, she made sure to pass from between Zoya and Ibraheem, his lips stretching into a smirk and Zoya's white toothed laugh seizing when Jannat's body collided with theirs and she walked away without looking back.

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Sitting in his father's study, Jannat took in his words. After a long talk about her studies her father had dropped the bomb on her,

"Jannat beta, do you like someone? As in , want to marry someone?"

She hesitated. What?

"No,Abbu. Why would you say that?"

He smiled. His eyes crinkling at the sides so much like Ibraheem's. She saw the similarities between them and sighed.

" There is nothing wrong with liking someone. This is the time for you to tell me, otherwise I have someone in my mind for you."

She hesitated again. God, why was everyone hell bent on marrying her off?

" I don't like anyone, Abbu. Lekin abhi tau mai choti hu aur.."

She started, when her father cut her off,

"Ab aap choti nahi hain. Lekin meri tau hamesha choti si guriya rahain gi." (You have grown up now. But you'll always be my little doll)

He smiled again.

"What do you think about Ibraheem?"

She closed her eyes when a blush spread across her face. She hated him! Why was she blushing?

" Ibraheem bhai?"

"Jee."

When she stayed quiet, he spoke up.

" Unsey shaadi karnay mai koi aitraaz hai aapko? "
(Do you have any problem in marrying him?)

Jannat looked up. It was the moment. Her whole life depended on it. With a beating heart she whispered,

" Magar wo tau meray bhai hain. (But he is my brother.) ".

Her words were innocent but her father was oblivious of the feelings behind those words, how those words and that relationship had been exploited.

" Iskay k ilawa? " (Something other than this?"

She kept her lips sealed. She knew in her heart that it was going to happen. The world was going to burn and the universe was going to fall apart.

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SHE COULD NOT DO IT. OKAY? I TRIED.

Anyways.. Will the next chapter be the start of wedding celebrations? Ha, we all will find out tomorrow. ( Because even i don't know yet. lol. YOLO)

Did you like it?

THE FIRST HARAM KISS I AM QUAKING IN MY BOOTS.

P.S I have started liking to write more Urdu dialogues because it sounds so good in urdu! But if you have a problem with not understanding something or the translations or anything, please just ask me!

And would you guys mind if the story gets a little but mature when they get married..?

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