NOOR

Chapter 41

✷ Ayaan ✷

I was on the verge of coming back into conscious from my blissful slumber when the sweet melodies of birds reached my ears and I took a deep breath with my eyes still closed. My nostrils filled with the aroma of Mogra.

I opened my eyes to look at my biwi. Clad in the beautiful white lahenga she looked no less than a nymph. Her small body curled up in my arms and her legs tangled up with my legs.

The lahenga was tied on her waist line leaving a small portion of her waist for my palm to caress. Sleeping on her side she had her bosoms pressed together which left an alluring cleavage to peak from her blouse.

I wanted to crush her in my arms the moment my eyes landed on her captivating self. But then looking at her fidgeting form I toned down my fantasies and welcomed her in my arms with the love, warmth and gentleness she deserves.

My gaze settled on her slightly pouted lips which were very light pink. Her lower lip jutted out and they appeared oh-so-kissable.

Groaning at my thoughts I burried my face in her hair sprawled across the pillow, inhaling the fragrance of mogra.

I felt her head turning to the other side and then a voice of pain reached my ears.

"Argh! My hair!"  Noticing that she was in pain I lifted my head a little and turned to look at her when a slap landed straight on my face.

"Oww!" I exclaimed at the impact and Noor woke up with a jerk hearing my painful cry.

H

er eyes widened at the realisation of what she did to my poor face, "I- I'm so sorry, it's just that I felt the tugging and it pained so I..." She blabbered while touching my face to check if her small hands caused any harm.

"Haaye, aise moments ke liye toh main subhe shaam thappad kha lu"  I thought with a smile playing on my lips.

"Is it paining?" She asked with a little frown on her forehead and worry in her eyes and I couldn't help myself from holding both her cheeks between my palms and squishing her soft flesh.

"You're sooo cute." I exclaimed with the overdose of cuteness my pretty little biwi showered me with.

"Ya Allah! Sir pe chot ayi h kya!?"  She said flabbergasted slapping my hands off her cheeks.

"You know what, I'm offended. First you wake up slapping me straight on my face and then when I'm being all loving you say this."

She squinted her eyes for a while and then came close to my face holding the eye contact. She palmed my cheeks feeling something for a while.

Is she going to compensate with a kiss?

But then she moved her hand towards my forehead and muttered slowly, "Temperature is normal. Then why are you behaving so ajeeb?"

"Ajeeb?" I asked with a frown.

"Yeah, you are being strangely sweet. It is so out of your usual personality. I mean we call you khadoos for a reason." She said after getting up from the bed and folding the blanket standing near the edge of bed.

"Oh? Now who calls me khadoos?" I asked with my arms crossed and my head tilted to the side.

She sucked her lower lip a little and tried to run away after throwing the half folded comforter throwing when I held her wrist.

"I need to get ready." She said and I held her firm after making her sit on the bed and snaking my hands around her waist.

"Either you tell me or we are not leaving this room." I said resting my chin on her shoulder and she leaned into my chest.

"What will others think?" She asked turning her head sideways to look at me.

"That we are newlyweds and could be busy doing something productive." I said with a smile and a slap landed on my face for the second time that too within one hour.

"Besharm aadmi. I never knew you will be this shameless." She huffed and I looked at her with the shock of getting slapped by my wife.

"Beraham aurat. I never knew you will be this violent."  I said palming the place where her hands had graced my face. I did a mistake by underestimating my wife's small hands. It stung a little.

"It is your fault. First you slept on my hair that caused the tugging at the roots. You know how much it aches? Ek toh hairfall ne sir pr kuch chhora nhi h aur jo bache h wo bhi mere shohar ne noch lena hai. Phir ghumna ganji biwi ke saath." She continued scolding me for the entire time while tying her hairs and then taking her towel to enter the bathroom and even then I could hear her voice in between her morning routine.

Seriously? Ganji biwi?

"Get out of the room." I was stupefied by her order. Since an hour she was grumbling and then she commands me to get out of my room.

"I forgot to take my clothes." Came her now barely audible voice.

Nevermind, it's her room now btw.

I left the room after letting her know and closing the door with a bang just to indicate that I really left and then decided to pass my time by scrolling through my Instagram feed which is filled with videos of cute cats and dogs.

What? Just because I'm supposed to be khadoos doesn't mean I'll be a piece of ice berg all the time.

I am a softie at heart.

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Muskurane ki wajah tum ho
Gungunane ki wajah tum ho
Jiya jaaye na, jaaye na, jaaye na..
O re piya re..

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A/N

Hello my lovely readers, your author is preparing for her college entrance exam currently which is to be held in May. So please start making dua from now onwards that I get a good enough college this year.

I'll definitely update whenever I get the time and once again Thank You to each one of you. Please continue loving NOOR and keep patience. Please bear with me a little. Thank you.

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