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Bahara Bahara
Hua Dil Pehli Baar Vee
Bahara Bahara
Ki Chain To Hua Faraar Vee
Bahara Bahara
Hua Dil Pehli Pehli Baar Vee

"Kaha thin tum tabse?", Maheen looked up hearing his deep voice. She had just entered their room.
He was here? She had thought he would still be working in his study.

"Aap? kam ho gaya-", she started but got interrupted by his words.
(Where were you?)
(You? Have you done your work-)

"I asked where were you?", he said standing up from the couch. He was probably reading something since he was wearing his spectacles. His hair were dishevelled which showed how many times he must have ruffled them.

Maheen felt a strong urge to brush the stray strands from his forehead. He had so soft hair.
She bit her tongue as she saw him taking slow steps towards her.

"um..wo I was in Shiza's room", she said politely moving back.

They had returned from Florence in the morning after having a beautiful and memorable honeymoon. Mustafa had gotten himself busy in work and she had spent the day with Shiza since she had her Rukhsati in a few days.
Mustafa hadn't gone to office today also, he was working in the study.

"Kia kar rahin thi wahan?", he asked raising his brows.
(What were you doing there?)

"Kuch bhi nahi, bas usko gifts dikha rahi thin jo ham laye the", she answered trying to move past him but he pulled her back by grabbing her arm.
(Nothing, I was just showing her the gifts we bought.)

"Mustafa?", She could see his mood was off. His pursed lips were the proof of that. She had always seen him smiling at their honeymoon.

"Kab se wahan thi? ghar aate hi bhool gayi ho ke tumhara ek adad shohar bhi hai", he said scrunching his brows causing her eyes to widen.
(Since how long you were there? Have yoi forgotten in just one day that you have a husband too.)

"Wo..um..aap kam kar rahe the", she gulped as he tucked her hair behind her ear.
(um..that..you were working-)

"Iska matlab hai jab mai kam kar raha hun ga tum mujhe poocha gi bhi nahi?", he asked tracing her jaw with his thumb.
(This means you won't even check on  me when I'm working?)

"N..nahi esa to nahi-"
(N..o it's not like-)

"phir kesa hai han? shukar kar rahi ho gi ke mujh se jan choot gayi, haina?", he said.
(Then what is it like? You must be thankful that you've gotten rid of me, right?)

"Nahi to aap-", she tried to say something but he cut her off by engulfing her in a hug.
She took a second to calm down as his strong cologne hit her senses. His strong hands snaking around her.
(No you're-)

"I was waiting for you for so long", he whispered tightening his arms around her which caused a chuckle to escape her mouth. Mustafa Wali Agha was sulking like a kid!

"What's there to laugh?", he said placing a kiss on her hair and she just smiled wrapping her hands around his torso.

"Begum, you smell so good", he nuzzled in her hair closing his eyes. Her fragrance worked well to calm his heart. He hadn't been able to focus on work the entire day, he had missed her presence around him.

"Take my glasses off", he said moving back and she furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Huh?"

"I said take off my glasses", he repeated squeezing her waist and she shivered looking into his dark eyes.

"Be quick Begum", he cradled her face in one hand.
She slowly unwrapped her arms from his torso and stretched her hand towards his face.

"Mhm-", she had just taken them off when he minimised the space between them by slamming his cold lips on her moist ones.

The glasses fell from her hand as he bit her lips a little harder, his hand squeezing her waist. The kiss turned passionate as she clutched his shirt from the front in her tiny hands.

He groaned huskily as she took his upper lip between her lips, sucking lightly. His masculine scent causing her to whimper with pleasure.

He kept kissing her softly, brushing his cold lips against her soft petals. Trying his best to not pounce on her, her soft brushes were doing things to him.
First of all, Why did she taste so freaking awesome?

Maheen shuddered gasping when left her lips with a tug. She slowly opened her hazy eyes to look into his shining eyes. She felt her heart miss a beat at his charming smile.

"Iss zindagi me to tumhari jaan nahi chootne wali mujhse, Janum", he smiled lightly brushing his nose with her little nose.

He placed a sloppy kiss at her cupid's bow, it quivered so cutely when she took in a breath. His smile deepened as she supported all of her weight on him. She was getting affected by his proximity. He softly kissed her cheek.

This was what he was craving for since morning. The sweetness of his little wife.
(You can never get rid of me in this life, Wife.)

"Aur han itni pyari nahi lagi karo dil karta hai kha jaon", she yelped slightly as he murmured biting her rosy cheek, the exact place he had kissed a moment before.
(And yes don't look so pretty, I feel like eating you.)

She looked heart warming in light pink embroidered shirt. A small pendant adoring her milky neck with matching studs in her ear. Chocolate brown waves open like he loved.

"Mus..tafa?", she said meekly opening her hazy eyes.
Gosh! Her breath hitched at his casual look. She had realized he looked damn good with messy tangled hair.

Her hand involuntary moved to brush the silky locks from his forehead which caused Mustafa's eyes to flicker close. Her hand was so soft. He wouldn't mind her caressing his face all day. Her increased heartbeat caused his lips to curl up into a beautiful smile.

"Janum?", he called as her fingers traced his jaw and she instantly pulled away coming out of the trance.
(life.)

"wo..aap kya keh rahe the?", she said clearing her throat making him snicker.
(What were you saying?)

"I don't mind you know", he spoke holding her hand and brought it back to his face.

"Infact..", she looked up at him as he continued.

"This turns me on", he smirked squeezing her hand on his cheek and she blushed averting her gaze.

'How could he talk like that?', she thought pulling away her hand but he chuckled leaning on her hand, not letting her do so.

"Ouch..Mustafa! Nahi karen", she hissed as he rubbed his stubble on her soft hand.
(Don't do it.)

"Hawn..Mustafa?!", a giggle escaped her mouth unwantedly due to ticklish feeling which caused him to smile. Her laugh was so melodious.

"Mus..tafa! Choren! kya kar rahe..hain..Mustafa!", she said between her laughs as he continued to softly rub his dark stubble on her hands.
(Leave Mustafa! What are you doing?..Mustafa?!)

"Pagal hain aap", she muttered when he finally left her hand, not before kissing her palm softly.
(You are crazy.)

"kia kaha begum?", he asked seriously looking at her face and she bit her tongue mentally face-palming herself.
(What did you say Wife?)

'Haye Allah Maheen! Abhi to jan churai tumne, phir se sher ke mu me hath daalne ki kya zaroorat thi', she thought looking at his knitted brows demanding an answer from her.
(Haye Allah Maheen! You got rid of him just now, why did you have to step into danger again?)

"Mai..ne kuch kaha?", she chuckled pressing his chest to move away but could she do that? No, not in this life.
(Did..I say something?)

"Kon pagal hai? han?", he asked suppressing a smile. It was so easy to scare her. Just a bit of sternness and there, she would end up stuttering.
(Who is crazy? Han?)

"Mai?", she said unsure. His serious tone was enough for her to panic. Why did he had such mood swings?
(Me?)

"You mean Mai pagan hun?", he narrowed his eyes at her, biting his cheek to stop the laugh.
(You mean I am crazy?)

"Nahi! A..ap thore kaha maine", she murmured after a shriek and Mustafa ended up laughing at her cute expressions.
(No! I..I didn't say you.)

Oh no! He was supposed to tease her some more. He stopped as he glanced at her serious expression.

"Mujhe aapse baat nahi karni", she muttered trying to unwrap his arms around her waist but instead he tightened his grip. She huffed looking his way. He was unbelievable, always trying to make fun of her.
(I don't want to talk to you.)

"Ku?", he asked as she looked at him with an annoyed expression on her face.
(Why?)

"Bas nahi karni", she replied trying her best to losen his deathly grip.
(I just don't want to.)

"Jab pata hai ke nahi chura sakti to phir koshish ku karti ho?", he chuckled softly looking at her petite figure trying to get of his hold.
(When you know you can't escape then why do you try?)

"Kuke koshish karne wale hi kameyab hote hain", she said.
(Because those who try, they succeed.)

"Acha?"
(Really?)

"Tch..Agh! Choren!", she huffed hitting his chest with her wrist. Her little nose fuming with anger. He smiled placing a chaste kiss on her nosepin and she instantly moved her head to the other side.
(Tch..leave me.)

"Looks like Mrs.Mustafa is angry? han?", he chuckled grabbing her chin and her heart fluttered unwantedly at his endearment.

"Hath peche karen, mai aapse baat nahi kar rahi", she said removing his hand from her chin. The cute pout of her cherry lips making his heart throb.
(Move your hand, I don't want to talk to you.)

"Baat to mai bhi nahi kar raha", he smirked pulling her face towards him.
(But I'm not talking.)

"To phir kia kar rahe hain"
(Then what are you doing?)

"Pyar kar raha hun", he said sweetly kissing her pout and Maheen instantly tucked her head down, trying to hide the blush creeping her cheeks. Mustafa smiled placing another peck on her cherry lips.
(I'm loving you.)

"A..aapko pata hai bohot chalak hain", she murmured hiding her face in his chest and he laughed heartily hearing her words.
(You know what, you're really clever.)

She smiled sheepishly as he gently kissed her hair, engulfing her more into his warmth.

"Acha? wo kese", he inquired putting his head on hers and closed his eyes, a beautiful smile adorning his face.
(Really? How?)

"A..apko pata hai", she whispered playing with the material of his shirt.
Heat rushed to her cheeks as she felt his tonned chest beneath his t-shirt.
(You already know.)

"Mujhe nahi pata Begum, zara mujhe enlighten kren apne khyalat se", he spoke inhaling her sweet aroma.
(I don't know Wife, please enlighten me about your thoughts.)

"Mai apse baat nahi kar rahi", she reminded him sassily and closed her eyes.
(I'm not talking to you.)

"Ye cheating hai begum", he chuckled kissing her hairline.
(This is cheating, Wife.)

"Jab aap mera mazak urate hain na wo bhi cheating hi hoti"
"Mai tumhara mazak kab urata hun?", he asked innocently.
"Kab? kab nahi urate ye poochen!", she answered huffing.
"Acha?"
(When you make fun of me, that's cheating too.)
(I make fun of you? When?)
(When? You should ask when you don't!)
(Really?)

"Ji..uh..Mustafa!", she shrieked with surprise as he suddenly lifted her off the floor, holding her in his arms.
(Yes.)

"han..ab bolo kia keh rahin thi?", he asked lying on the bed with her in his arms.
(Yes..Now tell me what were you talking about.)

"Ye k..kia hai? peche hon mujhe change karna p..pehle", she protested when he put her head on his chest and engulfed her in a side hug.
(What are you doing? Move, I have to change.)

"huh..oh ek minute", he said getting up a little.
"Ye kia kar rahe h..hain?", she asked when he pulled her up infront of him.
(One minute.)
(What are you doing?)

"Mustafa!", she yelped as he tried to remove her dress.
"Mustafa! peche hon, Allah!", she exclaimed hitting away his hands.
(Mustafa! Don't do it, Allah!)

"Kia hua hai? Abhi to keh rahi thin change karna", he asked grinning evilly at her horrified face.
(What happened? You just said that you wanted to change.)

"Mai khud kar sakti hun! Aapke ehsan ki koi zrurat nahi!", she said getting off the bed hastily.
(I can do that myself, you don't need to help me!)

"Lo bhala begum ki madad karne mein kesa ehsan han?", he laughed as she gave him a glare, a cute glare.
(What's the problem in helping your Wife? han?)

"Arre arre begum dehan se!", she heard his snicker behind her when she tripped running to the dressing room.
(Be careful!)

'Toba! besharam kahin ke!', she blinked surprised on his behaviour. Then smiled putting her hand on her chest. Her besharam husband.
(Toba! shameless person!)

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Maheen opened the door of the dressing and saw him sleeping. Very slowly, calmly, a smile spread across her face as she sat beside him. He looked handsome even in sleep. She tenderly brushed the silky locks away from his forehead.

He slightly stirred when she placed a delicate kiss on his forehead. She moved back quickly and looked at his face.
'Shukar hai so hi rahe hain', she stood up watching his peaceful face.
(Thank God, he's still sleeping.)

"Ah!", a shriek escaped her mouth as he pulled her back and she fell on him losing her balance.

"Kitni der lgati ho tum change karne mein begum, mene ek minute mein kar dena tha", he said turning around, coming on top of her.
(You waste so much time in changing, I would've done that in one minute.)

"W..were you awake?", she stuttered as he traced her jaw with his nose.

"Of course, do you think I can sleep without you in my arms? aadat dal di tumne mujhe apni", he whispered planting light kisses on her milky neck.
(You've made me your addict.)

"It..itni jaldi aadat nahi h..hoti", she spoke biting her lips, trying to stop her moan.
(Y..you can not get addicted in such a short time span.)

"Lekin mujhe to ho gayi hai, bohot buri wali", she shivered as his hands trespassed the barrier of her shirt.
(But I have, that too badly.)

"Mus..Mustafa", Maheen whimpered feeling his teeth digging in her soft skin, his hands roaming on her bare stomach.

"Janum?", he moved up to look at her flushed face. Her half-opened chocolate swirls fluttering his heart.

"Don't make such a face", he spoke before taking her lips in a hard kiss, causing her whole body to fire up with need.

"As much as I want to continue this janum, I have to go office early morning..so..don't you dare make such a face..again", he murmured placing sloppy kisses on her whole face, giving her time to even out her breath.

"Mus..Mustafa", she moaned his name when he planted a kiss on her earlobe then licked the spot with his tongue.

"Stop.Me.Begum", he pleaded trying his best to control but the beauty beneath him was making it impossible.
(Wife.)

"Fuck!", he groaned, low in his throat when she knotted her fists into his shirt, pulling him harder against her.

"You're such a temptress", he said taking off her shirt in one go. Her lacy lingerie causing his adam's apple to bob. Her flushed face, a cherry on the top.

"Let's forget about office, okay?", he sighed softly joining his lips with her parted moist ones and she closed her eyes losing herself into his enticing charms, once again.

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