Maya groaned, and rubbed her eyes. She stretched her arms above her head, her limbs were painfully sore. She was sore all over. A smile made its way to her lips, she likes the soreness. she pulled the quilt that was placed on her, more closer to her chest. When she couldn't, she finally noticed the heavy drapped of something on her stomach, and her feet's were tangled with another's. She bites her lips and looked at her handsome hunky husband that was sleeping mostly on her. Oh how much has he changed since last night. She couldn't believe looking at him sleeping so peacefully with a pout on his face, that he was the one who kept her up all night long.
Oh the drastic change, she blushed and snuggled close to his chest, the warm and hard chest, and pressed a kiss on it. Before returning to her Dreamland.
After an hour, fawad woke up, feeling something pressed on his painful groin. He hissed, and pulled the person closer, but his eyes shoot opened, it wasn't just a person but his wife. He sat up on the bed, and looked at maya, who was sleeping calmly. Not knowing the extra work she caused to her husband. He smiled, big and gave her a chast kiss on her lips. Before departing for bathroom. He was awfully aware how sore she must be. He can imagine her glaring at him. But he was more then ready to be glared at.
He showered and concluded waking her up or letting her sleep, and he decided to let her sleep, but not before dressing her up into his kurta, that was discarded roughly onto the floor, and went out of them room, not wanting even air to feel his wife's nakedness.
He went towards the dining table, that was surprisingly bare of his early riser family members, not having to waste his time anymore, he went towards his study, Idiot him, working after the day of his marriage. He could imagine his Mama's lectures.
Maya got up, and find the room empty, but this time it was lit completely. It was morning already, and she noticed she was dressed in the kurta her husband was wearing. She got up, with a little to difficulty and went towards washroom. She sighed when the cold water hit her burning skin. She was thankful for the heater, that it wasn't on, it was cold but cold water felt heavenly for her skin.
She showered and wrapped the fluffy towel around her. She was amused seeing her new bedroom with built-in closet. It was nice, having their clothes in another space. She took out her clothes for the day, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was glowing.
She unwrapped the towel and let it fall on the ground, she gasp seeing herself. Her neck, her chest and she doesn't know where, but there were hickey's all over her, the hand prints and more. She bite her lips and smiled, was she mad? Feeling pleasure seeing herself all bruised up. If she was, she doesn't care. They were the bruise her husband gave her, while worshipping her. His sweet nothings, his shameless teasing, all were still fresh in her mind.
I need to dress up before I become completely mad. She laughed and dressed up.
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She wasn't very fond of wearing heavy dresses, even if she was from lahore. She had an idea that karachi was definitely not like lahore, karachitis prefer pants over lehanga. She was glad that she wasn't those type of people. But she just hope she can make great appearance infront of shah's. She hopes to blend out with them.
