Pehla Nasha, Pehla Khumar
Naya pyaar hai naya intezaar
Kar loon main kya apna haal
Aye dil-e-bekaraar
Mere dil-e-bekaraar

"Give me your hand", Maheen looked up through her goonghat at his stretched hand.

After getting seated he had adjusted back her ghoonghat on her repeated insistence. Although Mustafa had told her there was no need for that but she had protested. According to her the ritual of Arsi Mushaf was still to be done and If that didn't happen Mrs.Sikander was going to create a fuss. And yes who knew that better than Mustafa himself, his mother was great at creating a fuss.

"Begum shayad aj ke din hi hame andar jana hai", he snickered picking up her hand from her lap when she didn't react and she bit her tongue lightly. She was already embarrassed from her behaviour a while ago and he was leaving no chance in making her realise that. The emotional turmoil of leaving her parents had caused her to act irrationally, she had gave her heart this explanation.
(Wife I think we have to go inside today.)

He carefully made her get out from the car and closed the door behind.
Maheen glanced at the house infront of them. It was decorated with dozens of fairy lights.

"Wese hamare bachon ko sunane ke liye ek behtareen aur thrilling story tayar ki hai tumhe", she gasped as he pulled her towards him grabbing her hand.
"k..kia matlab?", she asked furrowing her brows, she wasn't able to see his expressions because of her ghoonghat.
She felt her heartbeat increase as his hand rested below her waist squeezing there lightly.

"Ab har dulhan to Makeup kharab hone pe nahi roti", he added chuckling and she looked up at him in shock. How did she think he was going to let go of a chance to taunt her.
(Well you've prepared a really great and thrilling story for our children.)
(What do you mean?)

'Aur har dulha apni dulhan ka mazak bhi nahi urata', she thought.
(And not every groom makes fun of his bride.)

"M..mai is liye nahi ro rahi thi!", she turned him down innocently.

"Acha?", he said seriously removing her ghoonghat and she lowered her lashes instantly.
(I wasn't crying because of that!)
(Really?)

"Phir churail lagne pe ro rahi thin?", he smirked touching her earring and her eyes widened on his remark.

"Nahi! I..is liye bhi nahi!", she pouted glancing at him and his eyes stopped on her painted red lips which invited him oh-so innocently.
(Then were you crying because you looked like a witch?)
(No! It's not like that.)

'Maheen! Ku btaya tha tune inko ab ese hi mazak urate rahen ge dekh layen tu', she thought huffing lightly causing Mustafa's breath to hitch for a second.

He noticed every movement of her cherry lips with sheer attention as If It was his first time seeing those petals.
(Maheen! Why did you tell him, now he'll keep making fun of me like this.)

"M..ai t..thak gayi hun, an..dar chalte hh..hain", she whispered placing her hands on his chest as he stroked her chin with his index finger causing her stomach to churn beautifully.
(I'm tired, let's go inside.)

"Mai bhi thak gaya hun", he murmured bringing her closer.

"Intezar karte karte", he added touching her nose ring with his finger, his eyes still on her lips.
(I'm tired too.)
(Because of waiting too much.)

She closed her eyes tightly as she felt his breath on her lips, their lips we're only an inch away.
He was just about to minimise the distance when they heard a scream,

"Bhai aur Bhabhi aa gaye hain!", Maheen opened her eyes instantly hearing Shiza's shout while Mustafa grumbled ruffling his hair, she had jumped out of his embrace throwing the veil on her head hastily.
(Bhai and bhabhi are here!)

"Ugh! What the hell", she heard Mustafa wail beside her whereas she placed her hand on her racing heart trying to calm it down. She was thankful for the veil otherwise anyone could've noticed her flushed state.

"Bhai! kitni der kardi apne aane me kaha phas gaye the?", Shiza asked coming towards them.
(Bhai whuly are you so late? where were you held up?)

"How did you come to know we are here?", Mustafa counter questioned instead of replying.
"Wo guard uncle ne btaya, kher baatein choren aur jaldi karen andar chale mama kab se wait kar rahin hain", she said turning towards Maheen.
(Guard uncle told us, well leave it let's go inside Mama has waiting for too long.)

"Ek minute aur intezar kar letin", he mumbled lightly grabbing Maheen's hand.
"Kiya?", Shiza asked not being able to hear him.
"kuch nahi chalo", he said moving ahead with her holding her lehenga with one hand and Shiza ran towards the main door excitedly.

"Bilal! Zara! It's time", Shiza shouted reaching the door and Mustaf looked ahead with confusion.

"A..aaram se ch..chale", he turned towards her hearing her meek voice.
Maheen was having a bit difficulty walking with heels and that heavy lehenga.

"Itni lambi heels pehne ki kia zaroorat thi?", he asked slowing down a bit.
(Walk slowly.)
(Why did you have to wear this long heels?)

"P..pata nahi", she answered not understanding how to tell him that she had to minimise the height difference between them otherwise she would've looked like a dwarf with him wearing a qula on his head.
(qula-turban)
(I don't know.)

"WELCOME TO YOUR NEW HOME!", They looked ahead hearing the screams of everyone. They were standing by the main door with sparkle sticks in their hands and someone was showering rose petals over them from above the roof.
Maheen's lips stretched into a beautiful smile as she saw the sparkle sticks, she loved them.

"Chalo bacho bas karo ab unko andar to aane do", Mrs.Sikander said politely.
(Step aside now children, let them come inside.)

Mustafa tightened his grip on her tiny Mehendi adorned hands as she tripped slightly because of her lehenga.
"Deehan se", he whispered holding her lehenga with his other hand.
(Be careful.)

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"Ham ese hi seedha seedha ek dusre ko ku nahi dekh lete?" Mustafa asked as Mrs.Sikander brought the mirror for the ritual of Arsi Mushaf.
(Arsi Mushaf-The bride and groom look towards each other through a mirror held between them.)

"poori zindagi seedha seedha hi dekho ge abhi ye pakro", she answered placing the mirror on his lap whereas Zara and Shiza covered both of them with a dupatta.
(Why can't we just directly look towards each other?)
(You have a long life ahead to do that, for now take this.)

"Begum? zara idhar bhi dekh len", he murmured looking at her lowered eyes in the reflection.
(Wife? look here too.)

She slowly opened her eyes but gulped when her gaze met his dark eyes, she felt something new swirl in his raven orbs as she bit her lower lip shyly.

"Nahi karo", he said staring at her lips. How he wished he could bite those petals like she was.
"Tumhe nahi pata kitni mushkil se betha hua hun, bohor bardast thi meri begum lekin tumne sab khatam kardi", he added near her ear and she shivered feeling the sincerity of his tone.
(Don't do it.)
(You don't know how I'm seated here, I had alot of self control Wife but you've destroyed it.)

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"Kidhar Mustafa bhai?", bilal asked cutting his way.
"kamre me", Mustafa answered with a bored expression moving ahead but bilal stopped him again by holding his arm,

"Itni bhi kia jaldi hai bhai? Abhi thori der wait kar len, kuch kha pee lete hain", Bilal said with a smug smile on his face but it vanished the moment Mustafa gave him his famous glare.

Maheen had already been taken to his room by the girls squad and Mustafa disappointingly had to stay because his father wanted to discuss something.
(Where are you going bhai?)
(In my room.)
(What's the rush bhai? Wait a bit, let's eat and drink something first.)

Quickly hearing his words he had tried to reach his room but Bilal had again proved a hurdle between his way. Here he was desperate to see his little wife and people were joking around with him. Like seriously?

"Mera matlab bhai abhi to-", bilal tried to speak but Mustafa walked ahead ignoring him.

"Bhai?! Bhai? ruken to sahi, do minute ruk jayen na, ek bohot important baat karni hai, bhai! Mustafa bhai?", he trailed behind him but Mustafa proved deaf ear to his words as he entered his portion walking up the stairs. Passing through the lounge he came infront of his room but bilal ran and covered it up.
(I mean bhai-)
(Bhai! Bhai?! stop please, I just need two minutes, I have to ask something really important, bhai? Mustafa bhai?!)

"What is this Bilal?!", Mustafa lashed at him with frustration.

"Bhai that..um one minute okay?", he asked turning towards the door,
"Zara? Bhai's here", he whispered knocking the door lightly and Mustafa scrunched his brows in confusion.

Why could these people not leave them alone? He thought with annoyance.

"Acha han ek minute", Mustafa folded his hands on his chest hearing Zara's voice.
(Okay one minute.)

"Hello bhai!", the door opened slightly revealing Zara and Shiza showing their teeths with excitement. The excitement restricted to them only.

"Whay are you guys doing?", Mustafa asked seriously as bilal moved away.

"Apko nahi pata kia bhai? darwaza roka hua hai hamne", Shiza said innocently dropping a bomb on his head.
(Do you not know? We're stopping your way.)

'This was left?!', He grumbled closing his fists.
'Why the hell do we have so many rituals?', he thought sighing.

"Pese dein biwi lein!", Zara added with a laugh.
(Give money and take your wife.)

"Okay", he said fishing through his wallet and handed them his credit card.

"No! No! Credit cards are not accepted here Sir!", Zara said moving her head from left to right.

"What?! Why?", Mustafa said with disbelief.

"Kai pata bad me iski access hi band karde? haina bilal?", Zara asked looking at bilal.
"um..Han shayad", bilal laugh nervously as Mustafa glared at him.
(What If you end it's access afterwards? right bilal?)
(Um..yes maybe)

"Okay, I won't do that, take it and leave, I'm tired", Mustafa said forwarding the card again, trying to act calm which he was but.

"Rules are rules bhai!", Shiza said refusing to take the card.

"Shiza?! I don't keep cash with me, you know that", he said bewildered.

"Isi like to mang rahe hain ", Zara giggled whispering in Shiza's ear but Mustafa heard that.
(That's why we're asking for cash.)

'They were playing with him? Okay. He could play too", he smirked clearing his throat,

"Since you guys don't accept credit cards but I only have credit cards and on top of that I'm exhausted..so I should just go the guest room", Mustafa said turning around but stopped hearing their yells.

"Bhai! Ye kia baat Hui?"
"Haww! Bhai?!"
"Bhai! Aap sach me ja rahe hain?"
"Bilal jao roko bhai ko!", Shiza screamed but Bilal rufused to go into the lion's den.
(Bhai! what is this?)
(Haww! bhai?)
(Bhai? Are you for real?)
(Bilal go and stop bhai.)

"Acha acha bhai credit card hi dein de!", Shiza shouted when he was about to enter the room across his.
(Okay bhai! Give us the credit card!)

"What?", he asked turning around.
"Credit card hi chale ga", Zara told for her.
(We're okay with the credit card.)

"Did you guys change your mind already?", he inquired supressing a victory smile.
"Yes..we did", Shiza mumbled causing his eyes to glimmer.

"Bhai aap bohot chalak hain", Zara complained after she had snatched the card from his hand.
(You're vey clever.)

"This isn't cleverness, it's presence of mind", he said closing the door on their faces with a thud.

Did their plan just backfired? They looked towards one another with disbelief.

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Maheen sucked in a breath nervously as she heard him lock the door. She had prayed for Zara and Shiza to prolong him from coming inside but they didn't even last two minutes, she was disappointed. On top of that, his words kept ringing in her mind,
'Boht bardasht thi meri begum lekin tumne sab khatam kadi'

Mustafa turned around and a smile touched his lips watching her seated on his bed, as his wife. How he had dreamt of this very day when he could act irrationally without any worries. He had the right to do that.

The room was decorated with roses and lilies whose fragrance calmed down his throbbing heart. Taking a deep breath he took slow steps towards her. His smile deepened as he saw her fidgeting her fingers nervously, her bangles tingled lightly as she did that.

He sat right in front of her. She tried to move back but he stopped her from doing so by grabbing her hands.

"Ek to tum peche ese hone lag jati ho jese maine kha jana hai", he said removing the veil from her face.
(You start to move away as If I'll end up eating you.)

"Mashallah", he murmured taking in her beautiful features once again. He felt his heart pull at her innocence. She had her head down and he could hear her heartbeat even from this far.

"Nazar lag jane ki had tak pyari lag rahi ho", he added placing his lips on her forehead and she instantly closed her eyes.
(You're looking pretty to the extent of being harmed by evil eye.)

He moved back and chuckled seeing her hands clutching her lehenga in a deathly grip.
'Pagal', he muttered under his breath.
(Stupid.)

"Maheen?", he whispered holding her hands and she felt heat reach her cheeks due to his warm touch. His hands were rough yet warm, warmer than than she had ever felt.

"Idhar dekho", he asked politely rubbing her hands to make her comfortable and she shivered feeling butterflies in her stomach.

"Janum?", he called her again causing her to blush at his endearment. She never knew he could be this polite, she had always taken him for a serious workaholic but he had changed her perspective in just a month.
(Look here.)
(life?)

"kitna aur intezar karwana chahti ho ab? hm?", he asked pulling her face towards him by grabbing her chin.

She slowly opened her eyes and he felt himself losing in her chocolate brown sea. Why was she so beautiful? He thought with adoration.
(How much more do you want me to wait? hm?)

"Your eyes drive me crazy", he murmured cupping her face in his hands.

She gulped hesitantly as he scooted a bit closer to her.

"Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ke tum meri biwi bano gi, lekin ab sochta hun agar nahi banti to mai pagal ho jata", he smiled softly touching her adorable nose ring.

"Pata nahi kab aur kese tumne mujhe apna deewana bana liya, har waqt dil chahte hai tumhe hi dekhta rahun", he said adjusting the tikka on her head.

"I'm happy that you're my fate, really happy Maheen", he added tracing her soft cheeks with his thumb.
(I never thought that you'll become my wife, but now I think If you didn't then I would've surely gone insane.)
(I don't know when you've bewitched me, I want to keep staring at you.)

"Are you?", he asked looking into her eyes and she blinked feeling nervous. How was she supposed to answer that? She was still shocked by his cofessions.Was this the same Mustafa who used to give her loads and loads of work and then scold her for nothing?

"P..pata-", she tried to say but he interrupted her,
"Pata nahi? tumhe kuch pata bhi hota hai?", he laughed kissing her nose ring and she felt her breath hitch when his stubble tickled her cheeks slightly.

"M..mu..mujhe ch..change kar..na", she spoke as he put his forehead on hers closing his eyes. She could feel his minty breath on her face which caused her to stutter.

"Hmm", he hummed brushing his nose with hers. Her skin was so soft, he wanted to keep feeling it.
(I don't-)
(I don't know? Do you even know something?)
(I need to change.)

"Su..sunen?", she called him when he didn't budge.
"Ji sunayen", he smiled moving back.

"Ch..change kk..karna", she told looking down.
"Meri help chahiye?", he asked.
"Nahi!", she answered abruptly.
"Agar mai karna chahun phir?", he said removing her nose ring causing her to look at him with widened eyes.
(Listen?)
(Yes, I'm listening.)
(I need to change.)
(Do you need my help?)
(No!)
(What If I want to?)

"M..mai kk..kar lu..lun gi", she whispered holding his hand as he was about to remove her earrings.
"Mere karne se koi problem hai?", he inquired ignoring her little protest.
"W..wo um m..mai-"
(I'll do it myself.)
(Is there any problem in me doing it?)
(that..um..I-)

"Itna dar ku rahi ho?", he asked soothing her earlobe with his thumb after he had removed her earring.

"Mai dd..dar nahi r..rahi", she said looking at him.
"H..han nn..nahi da..r rr..rahi", he snickered mimicking her stutters.

"A..aap mera m..mazak ku ura..urate rehte hain", she whined pouting her lips and his hands removing her necklace stopped seeing her cherry lips looking so fresh, so suckable.
(Why are you getting scared?)
(I'm not scared.)
(Yes, you aren't scared.)
(You're always making fun of me.)

He stood up abruptly and she looked at him scrunching her brows.

'Mustafa! Get a grip, why are you acting like a pervert', he thought sighing.

"Um..han ye utarte hain", he said removing the pins from her dupatta after diverting his mind from her petals.
(um..yes, let's remove this.)

"Finally", he mumbled opening her chocolate brown waves, combing them with his hands.

"Give me your hand", he said grabbing her attention and she meekly placed her tiny hand in his big one.

"Mehendi to dekhi hi nahi mene", he smiled opening her hands getting seated in his previous position.
(I didn't see your henna yet.)

"Hm..kaha hai Maheen?", he asked looking at her.
"kia?"
"naam", he said.
"naam?"
"mera naam kahan likha hai?"
"acha..naam", she said thinking.
(Hm..where is it Maheen?)
(What?)
(Name.)
(Name?)
(Where is my name?)
(oh..name.)

'Tab se mera kitni bar mazak uraya mai btati hun inhe', she thought with a smirk.
(He was making fun of me na, I'll tell him now.)

"aapko nahi mil raha?", she asked acting serious.
"ek minute", he said focusing on her hands again and she smiled at his confused form. He looked so funny tracing the Mehendi on her tiny hands with his hulk of an intimidate figure.
"kahan hai?", he said after a minute.
"Wo to maine likhwaya hi n..nahi", she murmured innocently glancing at her hands.
(You can't find it?)
(one minute.)
(Where is it?)
(um..I didn't write that.)

"Ku?!", he asked hurt. He wanted to see his name on her hands.
"pata-"
"khabardar jo ab pata nai bola to", he warned.
(Why?)
(I don't-)
(I dare If you said that you don't know.)

"um..wese hi?", she spoke suppressing a smile at his annoyance.
"Kia matlab wese hi"
"bas..ese hi?", she told tucking her hair behind her ear.
(um..just like that?)
(What do you mean by just like that?)
um..like that?)

"Maheen", he said squeezing her hands.

"Ji", she answered politely.
"kahan hai?", he asked seriously and she bobbed her head in a no.
(Yes?)
(Where is it?)

"N..nahi hai", she said getting uncomfortable by his intense gaze.
"ku nahi hai?", he asked bringing her face closer by grabbing her chin.
"um..wo-"
(It's not here.)
(Why is that?
(Um..that-)

"kia wo?", he said pulling her more closer, until he could see the swirls of black in her chocolate brown orbs. It was the first time she hadn't closed her eyes on his proximity. She kept staring into his dark raven orbs.
Her eyes flickered to his full plump lips and she unintentionally wetted her lower lip with her tongue which didn't go unnoticed by him.
Instead, he felt a strong urge to do that for her.
(What that?)

"Maheen", he whispered ever so lightly closing his eyes. Her sweet actions were causing his heart to flutter.
His cool breath was fanning her face, his hands continuously stroking her cheeks.

She hurriedly placed her palm on her lips as she saw him moving closer.

Mustafa's lips turned up into a beautiful smile as his lips came in contact with her palm.
Nonetheless, he kept his lips on her palm getting intoxicated by her sweet fragrance mixed with the scent of Mehndi.
He moved back after after a while opening his eyes and chuckled watching her eyes shut tight while her hand still covering her lips.
He slightly bend on her closed eyes giving soft pecks over them and felt her relax instantly.

"My shy little Maheen", Mustafa murmured kissing her forehead lightly and her cheeks flushed on his words.

"Change karlo I'll be in the guest room, okay?", he said standing up after he had controlled his betraying heart and she just blinked her eyes still affected by his ministrations.
(You can change, I'll be in the guest room, okay?)

"Hmm", she nodded after grasping his words and he turned around unwantedly. He wanted to keep looking at his stunning little wife.

'This was not so easy', he thought closing the door behind.
"Heck! It was not at all easy!'

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Mustafa entered the room after knocking but she wasn't in sight. Maybe she's still changing?
He ruffled his wet hair placing his phone on the nightstand. He saw two missed calls from his new assistant, he picked it up again and dialed his number. It had just started ringing when he heard the door of dressing click.

He turned around only to be spell bound by the little enchantress standing timidity by the door. If he had thought that she couldn't look any more pretty than she looked in the bridal attire, he was wrong, he was fucking wrong.

Fuck! she just look his breath away with her spotless shining skin. Her milky white skin glistening with the tiny droplets from her wet hair caused him to swallow hard. Clad in her baby pink pyjamas she looked like an innocent little beauty.

Maheen quivered lightly as her eyes met his dark raven orbs filled with a number of emotions she couldn't decipher. She lowered her eyes tucking her hair behind her ear getting nervous by his burning gaze.

"Sir?"
"Sir, are you there?", Mustafa's trance broke hearing his assistant on the phone.

"I'll talk later, don't call me", he cut the call and put it on airplane mode. It was time for his little wife not work.

He grinned taking long strides towards her.

"H..hair d..dryer ch..chahiye", she muttered as he reached in front of her, taking a closer look at her breathtaking features.
(I want the hair dryer.)

"Itni pyari ku ho?", he spoke brushing her wet strands away from her forehead.
(Why are you pretty?)

"um..H..hair dd..dryer?", she said ignoring the tingles she felt as he pulled her closer by her waist.

"I think I'm going to lose my mind", he said tracing her lower lip with his thumb and she closed her eyes when she saw him leaning on her petite frame. Her breath staggered as his minty breath hit her face.

"So soft", she heard his husky voice while he applied a bit pressure on her cherry plump lips. She felt like her heart would come out any instant. His hand on her waist was squeezing there occasionally. She had noticed he loved to do that.

"Fuck!", she heard him growl before she felt his thumb being replaced by his warm full lips.

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Hello and Asalam-u-Alaikum Sweethearts!

How was the update? Do tell me your thoughts about Mustafa and Maheen moments.😁💗

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