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

"Asalam-u-Alaikum", Maheen whispered answering the phone.

"Va Alaikum Asalm, Are you back home?", Mustafa asked.

"um..wo-"
"You aren't? Why?", she bit her lower lip on his question.

"Nahi..wo-"
"Do you want me to pick you up? I'm leaving from the office"
(No, that-)

"Nahi! wo na..I'll stay here today", she finally told him.
(No! that..I'll stay here today.)

"Why?! Kal bhi to wahi rahi thi", she heard him yelp from the other end.
(Why?! You stayed there last night too.)

"wo..Ami keh rahi thin ke idhar hi reh lun ek aur din, itne dino ke baad mili na", she said meekly.
(that..Ami was saying that I should just stay here today too, I've met them after so many days.)

"Kal se mili nahi tum?"
"Kya matlab apka? Nahi reh sakti?", she asked scrunching her brows.
(Haven't you met them since yesterday?)
(What do you mean? Can I not stay?)

It had been two weeks since their Walima, she had gone to her parents house for the first time after the Rukhsati. Mustafa had left her at Ali house yesterday before going to office.

He had missed her! Alot! He had gotten used to her sweet antics, her fragrance, her laugh, her talks. And most importantly, her being in his arms. He hadn't been able to get a good sleep yesterday since she wasn't there and there she was talking of torturing him today too.

"Mai aa raha hun"
"Mustafa aap-", she was about to say something when he cut the call.
(I'm coming.)

"Mustafa? tch!", she groaned plopping down on her bed. She had wanted to spend some more time with her parents, but guess what? Mr.husband won't let that happen!

'Ami bara keh rahin thi na ke Taya ke ghar shaadi kar lo hamare qareeb raho gi? qareeb rahun gi? Inka bas chale to mujhe apne sath hi bandh lein! Yahan ana to dur ki baat hai', she pouted remembering how she had to request him to let her stay last night. He was so stubborn.
(Ami you were saying that marry in Taya Abu's house so I can stay close to you? stay close? If it was on him he would end up tieing me to his body! Just coming here is too much for him.)

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"Asalam-u-Alaikum Chachi jan", Mustafa greeted politely.
"Va Alaikum Asalm beta! kese ho? Aao betho, mai Maheen ko coffee ka bolti", she smiled guiding him to the lounge.
(How are you my son! Come sit, I'll ask Maheen to bring your coffee.)

"Alhamdulilah mai bilkul theek", he answered sitting on the sofa.
"Maheen ko lene aye ho? Wo to keh rahi thin aj yahi rahe gi", Mrs.Ali said after she had told the servant to call Maheen from her room.
(I'm perfectly alright.)
(Are you here to take Maheen? But she said she was going to stay.)

"Ji yahi rahe gi wo usko kuch saman chahiye tha wahi dene aya tha", he smiled gently.
(Yes she'll stay, I just brought some things she needed.)

Although he wished to take her back but thinking rationally he had decided to let her stay. She might be missing her family.
He knew how close she was to her parents. But he couldn't stop himself from seeing her, how was he going to spend another night without her sweet fragrance.
Therefore, he had decided to just meet her and then return. That would be enough, maybe.
If not, nothing could be done. An all-nighter was waiting for him. Unfortunately.

"Acha to yahi ruk jao phir, subho yahin se office chale jana", Mrs.Ali's words brought him out of his thoughts.
(Okay, then you should stay too, you can leave for office from here tomorrow.)

"Nahi Chachi jan, Maheen aap logo ke sath time spend karne ke liye ayi hai, apko bohot miss karti hai", he said and Mrs.Ali smiled hearing his words. He was so concious of Maheen's feelings. Her daughter would've never got a better person than him.
(No Chachi jan, Maheen wants to spend time with you guys, she misses you.)

"Hm..acha khana to yahi khao ge na, mai abhi lagwati hun", she said standing up.
(Hm..But you'll have dinner here, right?)

"Nahi Cahchi jan-"
"Arre Nahi kyun, khana kha ke hi jana", she cut him off and rushed inside the kitchen.
(No I-)
(Why not? Stay, have dinner than go.)

"Maheen?", he called watching her come down from the stairs.
She looked ethereal wearing black shirt and trousers. The black colour contrasting her milky skin. He smiled taking in her beauty. He was seeing her after a whole damn day.

"Asalam-u-Alaikum", she greeted meekly looking around.
How she was wishing that he won't come. But he was Mustafa, how could that happen?

"Va Alikum-Asalam, Idhar aao", he said calling her towards him.
(Come here.)

"Wo..mai apki coffe le ke aati hun", she murmurmed running towards the kitchen.
(I'll just bring your coffee.)

"Maheen? Maheen?!", she heard him shout behind her but didn't stop. She knew he wouldn't follow her here.

"Maheen? ye kia hulia banaya hua hai? Dekha nahi bahar Mustafa aya hai? Jao change kar ke aao", Mrs. Ali said watching her in her casuals with a messy bun.
(Maheen? What are you wearing? Didn't you see Mustafa outside? Go and change first.)

"Theek to hai Ami, kia masla hai isme?", she asked with a frown.
(It's okay Ami, what's wrong with this?)

"Behas nahi karne lag jaya karo, jao jaldi se change kar ke aao aur khana lgao Mustafa ke liye", she replied finishing the topic.
(Don't argue Maheen, go and change quickly, then you have to serve dinner for Mustafa as well.)

"Han daant le aap mujhe pehle, jaa rahi hun wese bhi wapis", she said in a teary voice and left from there. The fact that she wasn't going to stay here anymore was causing her emotions to whirl up.
(Yes scold me first, I am leaving nonetheless.)

"Maheen? Beta? suno to? kia hua hai? esa kia keh diya mene", Mrs.Ali came behind her but she didn't stop. (Maheen? My child? wait, what did I say?)

"Maheen?", she stopped watching Mustafa infront of her.

"Kia hua? Ro kyun rahi ho?", he asked worried. Her teary eyes stirred his heart.
(What happened? Why are you crying?)

"Peche ho jayen", she ignored him and ran up the stairs.
(Move.)

"Mustafa? Zara dekhna isko kia hua hai, mene kuch kaha bhi nahi aur naraz hoke chali gayi hai", Mrs.Ali said coming behind her.
(Mustafa? Please go and see her, I didn't even say something and she got angry.)

"Mai dekhta hon", Mustafa answered sprinting behind her. 'Why was she crying? Did something happen?'
(I'll check on her.)

"Janum? Maheen? Kia hua hai?", he asked entering her room, she was taking out clothes from her wardrobe.
(What happened?)

"Maheen?", he called again when she didn't reply.

"Kuch nahi hua", she replied still not looking his way.
(Nothing happened.)

"Idhar dekho meri tarf? jhoot bol rahi ho, btao kia hua", he asked holding her chin with his index finger and thumb with love.
(Look at me? Don't lie, tell me what happened?)

"Did Chachi say something?"

"No, leave me", she said removing his hand from her face and turned to the other side.

"Maheen? Are you okay? Please tell me", he whispered pulling her back, she was behaving strange.

"Aapko samajh nahi aa raha?! kuch nahi hua hai, aap jayen yaha se", she yelled removing his hand from her waist. If he continued to ask her, she was going to end up crying, all because of him. He was making her more angry than she already was, on him.
(Do you not understand?! Nothing happened, please leave me alone.)

"Maheen! kese bat kar rahi ho, kisi ne kuch kaha hai? han?", something was off, he knew that. He had never seen her angry. He cupped her face in his hands and she looked up in this raven eyes.
(Maheen! How are you talking? What happened? Did someone say something to you? han?)

"Peche ho jayen Mustafa", she said averting her gaze instantly.
( Get away.)

"Who are you mad at? han?", he asked gently stroking her cheek.

"Nobody!", she yelled pushing away his hand. She wanted to remain angry but he was melting her with his words.

"Jayen aap, mujhe aapse baat nahi karni", she added looking into his eyes.
(Leave, I don't want to talk with you.)

"Janum?"

"Hath bhi nhi lgaen!", she pushed away his hand when he tried to hold her. She was going to turn weak If he held her. She didn't even know herself why was she acting like this. She was just angry.
(Don't touch me as well.)

Mustafa kept staring at her face for a minute as her words reverberated in his mind,
'Hath bhi nahi lgaen!'
He clenched his fists leaving the room, closing the door behind with a thud.

"AS YOU WISH!", she heard him roar before he left her room and she blinked thinking over his words. She gasped releasing what she had said in anger.

'Shit! what did you do Maheen? Can you not think before you speak!', she sighed hitting her forehead. This was going to turn bad, really bad.

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"Ami? Mustafa kahan hain?", Maheen asked entering the kitchen.
(Where is Mustafa?)

"Wo to chala gaya, aur tumhe kia hua tha han? Idhar aao", Mrs.Ali said hugging her daughter. She knew she was a bit emotional.
(He left and come here, what happened to you?)

"Nahi..kuch nahi hua tha, Mustafa mujhe nahi le kar gae?", she asked coming out of the hug. She had reflected on her mistake. She had acted overboard, she shouldhv'e just told me that she didn't want to go.(No..nothing hapened, Mustafa didn't take me?)

"Tumne bhi jana tha? wo to keh raha ke tumne yahi rehna hai, bas tumhara kuch saman dene ke liye aya tha", Mrs.Ali said srunching and brows and she looked at her mother with widened eyes.
(Did you want to go as well? He was saying that you'll stay here, he was just here to bring some of your things.)

"Kab kaha unho ne esa?"
(When did he say that?)

"Jab aya tha, keh raha tha ke tumhe ghar ki bohot yaad ati hai is liye aj yahin raho gi", she told her and Maheen gasped mentally face-palming. She was dead! For sure.(When he came, he said you miss us, therefore, you'll stay here today also.)

"Khane bhi nahi khaya, keh raha tha office ka ek important kam aagya", she further informed.
(He didn'ty even eat anything, he said some urgent work came up.)

"Acha mai abhi ayi Ami!", she exclaimed rushing outside.
(Ami, I'll be back in a moment.)

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"Phone uthayen Mustafa!", she yelped calling him for the umpteenth time. He was surely mad at her.
(Pick up the phone Mustafa!)

'Pagal ho tum bilkul Maheen! Itna kuch bolne ki kya zaroorat thi, bas mujhse milne ke liye aye honge tumne kia kia nahi suna diya', she pouted with a huff.
(You're totally stupid Maheen! Why did you have to act like that? He must've come to only meet me and you acted so rashly.)

'Phone bhi nahi utha rahe, paka gussa hain'

'Ughh!'

(He isn't even picking up, I'm sure he's mad.)

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"Mustafa nahi aa raha?", Mrs.Ali asked hugging her.
(Isn't Mustafa going to come?)

"Nahi Ami unko kuch kam hai, mai baba ke sath hi chali jati hun", she replied forcing a smile.

It was freaking two days and Mustafa hadn't come to pick her. Leave that, he hadn't even called her or picked her call. He was ignoring her, deliberately. She had sent him numerous messages but he hadn't replied to a single one.

But now it was enough, It wasn't that big of her mistake, was it? Even if it was she was ready for the punishment, his ignorance was just not acceptable, she wasn't used to it.

(No Ami, he has some work, I'll go with Baba.)

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"DAMN IT! Just do it!", Mustafa growled running his hand through his jelled hair, making them messy. He threw the phone on the table before hearing the other person's reply.

"Get a grip Mustafa! You were doing perfectly well without her, just..just..FUCK!", he sighed hitting the table with his hand.

'You're being an arrogant ass! Just pick up her call! When you know you miss her than who the hell are you showing this damn ego to?', his inner self mocked making him groan.

Past two days have been hell for him, everything he did made him angry. She had acted irrationality but what was he doing? The same.

He opened his phone and his eyes stopped on the lock screen, there she was, beaming at him, waving her hand. It was the picture he had taken of her when she was riding the carousel. A smile touched the corner of his lips but he frowned remembering her words,

'Hath bhi nahi lgaen'

He threw it back at its previous place and closed his eyes leaning back on the chair, he was tired, he wasn't able to sleep without her. She was surely an addiction.

'Why did you have to say that, Begum?', he groaned taking a deep breath. How long was this fight going to continue?

Well that was in his hands to decide. Maybe he didn't realise that.

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Taakte rehte tujhko saanjh savere
Nainon mein bansiya jaise nain yeh tere

Tere mast mast do nain
Mere dil ka le gaye chain
Tere mast mast do nain
Mere dil ka le gaye chain

"Maheen?", he murmured under his breath entering the longue of his portion. He could hear the sound of her bangles coming from the kitchen.

'Was she back?', he suddenly felt light-hearted. Without even thinking he found himself entering the kitchen.
The moment he entered, he knew he was a gone case. There she was, wearing a black sharara shirt with red dupatta in her neck. Her chocolate brown locks sprawled on her back. Her back was towards him, she was probably pouring something in the dishes, her red glass bangles tingled every time she moved. Without even looking at her he knew she would be looking breathtaking.

"Mustafa?", she turned feeling his gaze on her back and he forgot to breath for a moment seeing the beauty of his little wife.

The winged liner on her almond eyes looked fucking beautiful. She had applied a little highlighter and blush on her rosy cheeks making them more adorable. He swallowed when his eyes stopped at her red tinted lips. The shiny nosepin fluttering his heart, did she want to give him an heart attack looking like that? His eyes flickered to her jhumkas when she tucked the strands behind her ear feeling shy by his constant gape. He cleared his throat looking away, he was supposed to be angry, yes!

"A..aap kab aye", his traitor eyes moved back to her face when she whispered fidgeting with her fingers. She was looking smoking hot in black, he wanted to kiss her that instant. He hadn't done that from three days.

Using all of his strength he looked away from the temptress calming down his nerves. This was not the time to get carried away.
(When did you come?)

"Kiske sath ayi ho?", he asked in a serious tone masking his expressions.(Who did you come with?)

"Huh?"

"Kiske sath ayi ho?", he asked a bit louder and she shuddered lowering her head.
'Why was he being so rude?', she thought biting her lips.

She had wasted two hours in getting ready and this was what she was going to get in return, his roars?

"B..baba ke sath", she replied politely and he softened watching her shudder. But this had to be done, she had hurt his feelings by her words. He couldn't just forget everything.

"A..aap fresh ho jayen, m..mai khana laga deti hun", she said meekly glancing at him. He was still staring at her.
( You should get freshened up, I'll serve dinner.)

"Koi zaroorat nahi, mai kha kar aya hoon", he left saying that and she sulked looking at his retreating figure. Was he going to act like that now?
(No need for that, Iv'e already eaten.)

'Whose mistake is this', her inner self reminded causing her to sigh.

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"Mustafa?", she called him entering the room but he wasn't there. She frowned looking at his favourite dessert in her hands, caramel truffle. She had especially made that for him.

She sat on the bed hearing the shower running, he must be taking a bath.

"Mustafa?", she hurriedly stood up as the door clicked. He entered the room ruffling his wet hair with a fresh towel, he had changed into his Ralph Lauren casuals. She smiled realizing they were twining, he was wearing black shirt and trousers. Mustafa gave her a brief look then turned towards the dressing table causing her to scowl.

"Mustafa? Ye len, mene bnaya hai", she came beside him and forwarding the plate towards him. He moved his head towards her face, but looked away instantly watching her beautiful smile.
( Mustafa look, I made this.)

"Mujhe bhook nahi hai", he said brushing his hair.
(I don't feel hungry.)

"Bas thora sa chakh lein?", she requested gently.
(You can try a little bit.)

"Mustafa?", she called when he didn't reply, instead went near the nightstand and grabbed his phone.

"Suno?", she was just about to leave when he called her. (Listen?)

"Ji?", she smiled looking into his eyes. (Yes?)

"Ye kapro badlo, kisi ki shaadi nahi hai jo tum ese tayar ho kar bethi ho", her face fell hearing his words.
He had always told her to get ready for him but today he was doing the opposite of everything. He haven't even praised her. She felt sad, extremely sad. She wanted her loving husband back!
(Go and change your clothes, you're aren't going to a wedding then why are you so dressed up?)

"Ji", she answered pushing back her tears and left the room.
Mustafa grumbled closing his eyes behind her, this was so difficult. Her innocent face was melting his heart.
(Yes.)

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Maheen entered the room and scowled watching the lights turned off. She turned the night lamp and saw him tucked up in the bed already. He was lying at the furthest corner of the bed.

She had changed in the guest room, she didn't want to cry in front of him. She knew she was at mistake but he should at least try and talk with her.

"Mustafa?", she called him politely sitting beside him.

"Mujhe pata hai aap uthen hain", she added when he didn't stir.
(I know you are awake.)

"Mustafa?", she gently touched his face and he instantly scooted away making her heart break into pieces.

"Hath nahi lgao mujhe", he repeated her words turning to the other side and she bit her bottom lip feeling guilty. She shouldn't have said that. She realised how he must have felt that day.
( Don't touch me.)

"Mustafa? Nahi kren ese", she said fidgeting with her fingrers.
(Don't do it.)

"I'm sorry, m..mujhe gussa a gaya tha us din", she apologised stopping her tears.

"Mujhe l..laga than ke aap mujhe lene aye hain, I'm sorry, a..ainda ese nahi kahun gi", she added when he didn't react.
(I'm sorry, I got angry that day.)
(I thought you had come to take me, I'm sorry, I won't say like that again.)

"M..mustafa? aap naraz hain?", she asked looking at his head turned to the other side.
(Mustafa? Are you angry at me?)

"Kia mai ab apni biwi ko lene bhi nahi aa sakta?", his distant tone made her feel more guilty.
(Now I can't even come to pick my wife?)

"A..aa sakte hain, m..ai..pata nahi mu..mujhe gussa kyun aa gaya tha..wo Mama bhi mu..mujhe daant rahi thin, I'm sorry Mustafa", she whispered rubbing her hands.
(Y..you can, I..I don't know why I got so angry, Mama was also scol..ding me, I'm sorry Mustafa.)

"So jao", his cold voice caused her to gulp with tears. He was not going to forgive her, she knew that.
(Sleep.)

She stood up slowly and came to her side, she lied down staring at his back. He had again turned to the other side, away from her. She wanted to be in his warmth.
She had realised in past two days that like he he was addicted to her, she was also addicted to him. She just didn't want to confess that.

Mustafa took a deep breath as the bed dipped behind her. Her teary voice was piercing his heart. He had already forgiven her, how could he stay angry at such a cute wife. He had probably forgiven her the moment he saw her in the kitchen. He was just trying to be a bit cold so that she won't say such words again.
He had just closed his eyes when he heard her light whimper.

He turned back swiftly hearing her sniffle.
'Was she crying?', he threw away the comforter hastily coming to her side.

"Maheen?", he called as her sniffs became louder.

He turned on the lights and saw her body quaking under the quilt. She was crying. Fuck!

"Maheen? Janum, kia hua?", he removed her quilt and picked her petite figure in her arms.
(My life what happened?)

"M..Mus..Mustafa?", she cried wrapping her arms around his neck as he sat on the bed with her in his lap.

"I..I'm sorr..sorry Mus..tafa", she whimpered snuggling into his warmth and he rubbed her back soothingly. He had probably gone too hard on her.

"Shh..chup kar jao, kuch nahi hua", he kissed her head with love. (Shh..keep quiet, nothing happened.)

"A..aap a..abhi b..bhi gu..gussa hain..haina?", she said between her hiccups, tightening her arms around him. Peace, she felt peace in his arms. She was so foolish, how could she say such things to him.
( You're still angry at me, right?)

"Nahi Janum, mai gussa nahi hoon, chup kar jao..ese kon rota hai, han?", he replied constantly rubbing her back to calm her down, she was sobbing badly. He shouldn't have acted so harsh, he regretted now.
(No my life, I'm not angry. don't cry..who cries like this..han?)

"A..ap sach keh rahe hain?", she asked rubbing her nose on the side of his neck which caused him to shiver lightly.
(Are you telling the truth?)

"Bilkul sach, mai gussa nahi hon, itni haseen begum pe kon gussa karta hai?", he said squeezing her shaking figure, letting her snuggle more into him.
(Of course I'm not angry, who can get angry on such a beautiful wife?)

"M..Mus..tafa", she spoke between her hiccups, nuzzling into his neck.

"Ji Mustafa ki jaan? bas, chup, sab theek hai", he sighed kissing her hair. He felt his heart constrict with her every sob.
(Yes Mustafa's life? shh..don't cry.)

"A..aap mujh..se na..naraz n..nahi hona kk..kabhi", she pleaded wrapping her legs aroung her torso.(Don't get angry on me ever again.)

"Nahi hota, chup kar jao ab, I'm sorry, mujhe itni sakhti se baat nahi karni chahiye thi", he cradled her face in his hand and wiped her tears with his thumb.
(I won't, keep quiet now, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have talked so harshly.)

"Meri pyari begum, kyun roye ja rahi ho? bas..chup kar jao ab", he whispered kissing her wet lashes.
(My lovely wife, why are you crying? It's okay..don't cry.)

"M..mai nn..na-", her words died down as he took her quivering lips in his warm lips. He couldn't see her crying anymore. She clutched his collar in her tiny hands as he grabbed her nape with one hand and waist with the other, moving his lips on hers softly, very slowly, drinking her salty tears.

He sucked on her cherry lips delicately, savoring their mindblowing taste. He hadn't kissed her for three days and it felt fucking awesome, It felt like he was doing that for the first time. Her hiccups subdued as he continued to brush his warm lips against her soft ones, letting her forget the useless fight. What mattered was that she was here, in his arms.

After ravishing her petals to his fill he moved back, joining his forehead with hers. She had stopped crying, finally.

"My little cry baby", he whispered kissing her nose, all red from crying.
"Itna kyun roti ho tum", he asked placing his lips on her closed eyes.
(Why do you cry so much?)

"A..aap mujh s..se baat nahi kar rahe then", she muttered and another stream of tears startd to wet her face.
(You weren't talking with me.)

"Acha to galti kiski thi han?", he asked wiping her eyes with the pores of his thumb.
"M..meri t..thin"
"Han to phir khudi kyun roye ja rahin ho? han?", he chuckled softly placing a kiss on her temple.
(Then whose mistake was it?)
(Mine.)
(Then why are you crying yourself?)

"M..mujhe ai..aise nahi bb..bolna chahiye tha, I'm sh..shorry", she whispered and he sighed watching her cute face, how could she look so lovable even when crying?
(I shouldn't have talked like that, I'm sorry.)

"Ab aise nahi bolo gi na?"
"N..nahi bo..bolun gi"
"Good girl", he spoke placing his warm lips on her forehead.
(You won't talk like that again?)
(No, I won't)

"M..mujhe l..laga than aap m..mujhse a..ab b..baat nahin kren ge", she answered honestly between her cries.
"Tumse baat nahi karun ga to phir kisse karun ga?"
(I thought you won't talk to me anymore.)
(If I won't talk with you then who will I talk with?)

"M..mai apke l..liye it..itna tyar hh..ui thi", she sobbed complaining about his behaviour.
"A..aur aa..apne-", he stopped her by pecking her moist lips.
"Bohot pyari lag rahi thi, dil kar raha tha udhar ki kha jaon, kitni bar bola hai itni pyari nahi laga karo", he smiled causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach.
(I especially got ready for you.)
(And you-)
(You were looking really pretty, I felt like eating you, haven't I told you so many times to not look so pretty.)

"Wese abhi bhi utni hi pyari lag rahi ho, meri pyari Maheen", he added combing her chocolate brown waves with his hands, tucking them behind her ear. Her flustered face was flipping his heart. She was so beautiful, just like an angel.
(Well you look pretty now too, my pretty Maheen.)

"Kal phirse wese hi tayar hona, theek hai?", he requested touching her nose pin and she bobbed her head in a yes.
(Get ready for me tomorrow again? okay?)

"M..mene c..caramen truffle bb..bhi bnaya t..tha", she whined looking into his eyes.
(I also made caramel truffle for you.)

"Mujhe pata hai acha bnaya ho ga", he said stroking her cheeks with his thumb lovingly.
(I know It would taste awesome.)

"A..ap m..mujhe l..lene bh..bhi nahi aye!", she whined wrapping her arms around his torso and put her head on his chest.
(You didn't even come to take me.)

"I'm sorry Begum", he snickered putting his head on her head, caressing her hair with one hand.

"Maheen?", he called when she didn't say anything else.
"Janum?"

"Hmm", she replied grumpy.

"So rahi ho?", he asked frowning.
"Maheen?", he pulled her face upward and snickered seeing her closed eyes. She was already asleep.
(Are you sleeping?)

'Pagal', he muttered softly kissing her lips and she smiled causing his heart to miss a beat.
(Stupid.)

"I love you Janum", he murmured wiping the strains of tears from her cheek.

He stood up slowly and carefully placed her on the bed. He swallowed hard as he saw her shirt rided up her stomach. Her flawless skin in view. He turned away abruptly and cursed under his breath feeling the twitch in his pants.

'Stop being a pervert Mustafa! She's sleeping', he took a deep breath and turned to look at her. She was lying in the same position, the first button of her shirt was open and he gulped watching her chest heave as she breathed.

"Maheen?", he called sitting beside her.

"Begum?", he said adjusting her shirt, not before placing a kiss on her stomach.

"Maheen?", he called lightly tapping her cheek.

"Uhmph..k..kai hua?", she murmured opening her eyes.
(What happened?)

"Utho jaldi se", he said grinning. He couldn't just waste the night of their reconciliation, right?
(Get up quickly.)

"huh? s..so jayen Mustafa", she muttered closing her eyes and his grin vanished.
(Sleep Mustafa.)

"Maheen? Utho na?", he said pulling her up.
(Maheen? Get up?)

"tch..k..kia hu hai?", she asked putting her head on his chest.
(tch..What happened?)

"bhook lagi hai", he said and she frowned opening her eyes.
(uh..I'm hungry.)

"Aapne to bola tha ap khana kha kar aye hain", she said rubbing her eyes.
(But you said that you'd already eaten.)

"Mujhe caramel truffle khana hai", he spoke. She won't get up If he had told her that what he wanted to eat was his little wife, right?
(I want to eat caramel truffle.)

"To kitchen se ja kar kha lein", she told lying on the bed again causing his smile to fade. Her sleep was probably his biggest enemy.
(Go and eat from the kitchen.)

"Begum?!", he groaned pulling her up again.

"Mustafa?!", she groaned similarly.

"Uth jao na?", he pleaded.
(Please get up.)

"tch..peche hon", she pulled away from his chest and tried to get off the bed when he picked her up in his arms causing her to yelp slightly.
(tch..get away.)

"Mai le jata hun", he smiled when she looked at him with confusion.
(I'll take you.)

"To aap khudi ku nahi gaye? Mujhe kyun uthaya?", she asked as he walked out of the room.
(Why didn't you go yourself, why did you woke me up?)

"Bas ese hi"
"Kia matlab ese hi?!"
(Just luke that.)
(What do you mean just like that?)

"Begum tum shayad bhool gayi hain ke abhi mai tumse naraz tha", he said narrowing his eyes and put her on the marble slab.
(I think you already forget my Wife that I was angry with you.)

"Lekin ab to nahi hain", she smirked looking at him.
(But you aren't now.)

"Wo to mai tumhara dil rakh raha tha kyun ke tum roye ja rahi thi", he answered putting his hands beside her.
(I was just keeping your heart because you were crying so much.)

"Acha?", she asked raising her brows.

"Aur nahi to-", he tried to say something when she cut him off by lightly pecking his lips.
(Really?)
(Yes-)

Mustafa's eyes widened with shock when she winked moving back. Did she just do that?

"Kia keh rahe the aap?", she battled her eye lashes innocently.
"mai..wo", she chuckled as he stuttered looking at her cherry lips.

"Ji aap keh rahe the ke aap abhi bhi naraz hain?", she said biting her lower lip, deliberately.
(What were you saying?)
(I..that..)
(You were saying that you're still angry at me?)

"Maheen", he groaned looking into her chocolate brown eyes.
"Mustafa", she smiled softly.

"Jab mai aya tha tabhi ye kar deti to itna time zaya nahi hota aur na hi tumhare ansoo", he said before slamming his lips on hers and she whimpered closing her eyes.
He wasn't going to let her sleep now, she was sure of that. Not that she had a problem.

(If you had this as soon I came than we wouldn't have to waste such precious time as well as your tears.)

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"Mus..tafa", she moaned when he took her earlobe in his teeth, grazing it lightly.

He smiled biting her earlobe a bit harder, her skin was so soft, so smooth, flawless.

"Mus..Mustafa", she murmured as he opened her legs and stood between them, rubbing his hardened member on her stomach.

He had already gotten rid of her shirt and bra. She shivered as he took her sensitive bud in his mouth, sucking softly.

The fact that she was currently placed on the kitchen slab made her shiver. She knotted her hands in his hair feeling his warm mouth playing with her hard nipples.

"Mus..Mus..tafa", she moaned softly when he stroked her swollen nub over her pyjamas with his long fingers.

"Ah!", she shrieked when he suddenly lifted her off the cold slab placing his hands below her buttock.

"Beautiful", he murmured placing a soft kiss on her lips and she sighed, tightly grabbing his shoulders.

"I missed you my love", he smiled getting on the bed with her beneath him.

"I missed my beautiful wife", he spoke removing his shirt and she suddered watching his muscles flex.

"I suppose..you're wet enough for me? Is it?", he asked huskily removing her pyjamas and she tightly shut her eyes.

"Fuck! Yes!", he said rubbing her over her panties. He could feel her soft body shudder beneath him. Her sweet fragrance fogging his rational senses.

"I love you Begum! I love you so much", she shrieked grabbing his shoulders when he put his finger inside of her taking her hard buds in his mouth, working expectionally well with his wet tongue.

"M..Mus..Mustafa..Ah!", he groaned as she pulled on his hair, pulling him closer.

He took her plump lips in his, shutting her shrieks as he entered her in one go.

"Ah..Mus..tafa", she digged her nails look in his back and he peppered her face with wet kisses, calming her nerves.

"You feel so good my love", streams of pleasure shot through her as he caressed her thighs, while he slowly began to thrust in her.

"I am so happy..to have you in my life", these were the last word she heard as she fell into depths of ecstasy.

THE END

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Hello and Asalam-u-Alikum Sweethearts!

Finally! Dillagi is officially completed😃😃. Do tell me your precious views on Mustafa and Maheen🥺🥺

I will miss my cuties, I had initially wanted to complete Dillagi in 10 parts but I couldn't do that after the love you guys showered them with🥺❤️
Thank you so much for voting and commenting on Dillagi❤️❤️

P.S
Attention Sweethearts!
I have decided to write an epilogue of Dillagi based on your requests, I have a scene in my mind but I will add one or two of your choice!
So feel free and tell me the moments you want me to write!
I'll chose two mostly probably😃😃
Epilogue after a week!💃🏼

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