𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃
# 1 in Destiny series
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"Who do you think you're? she asked
"Rishte main toh hum apke shohar lagte hain" I replied
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Throughout their lives, it seemed destiny had a hand...
Here we go, the last chapter. Happy 101k reads *kisses*
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AALIYANA'S POV:
My eyes flickered when I felt sun rays dancing on my face. I adjusted my eyes to the light only to see the best sight. Zaviyaar was sleeping soundlessly on my right side. I moved my hand towards his hair and ruffled it. His messy hair is a big turn-on for me. He slowly opened his eyes.
"Good morning, Sweetheart," he kissed my forehead.
"Morning," I nuzzled into his chest.
"You slept well?" I nodded. "Does it hurt?" I shook my head.
"You shouldn't go hard when you are afraid to hurt me," I murmured.
"It's you who wants it raw and unfiltered," Zaviyaar exposed me.
"Haww, as if -," I realized I shouldn't complete it.
"As if what Sweetheart?" His voice was hoarse, it sent shivers down my spine. He made me look at him.
"Sharm karlo ab ap budhe ho gaye ho," do I regret calling him old? No! (Have some shame you are old now.)
"Did you just call me old?" He was shocked.
"Budhe ka matlb old hi hota hai," and before I could sense anything his lips were on mine. The kiss wasn't slow, it was demanding. He broke the kiss when I was breathless. (Old man means that you are old.)
"This was a demo of what this old man can do?" I pressed my lips to control my laugh.
"Bahut hasi aa rahi apko?" He raised his eyebrows. (Aren't you laughing too much?)
"Nahi nahi," I was trying hard not to laugh. (No, no.)
"I love you, Sweetheart," he kissed my forehead.
"I love you more," I said.
"I doubt that I will always love you more," I rolled my eyes while blushing.
"You in my shirt blushing while I flirt with you is the best thing ever," he whispered in my eyes. I bet my face, ears, and neck would have turned red.
"Zaviyaarrrrrr," I hid my face in his chest. I could hear his laugh. The next moment we heard the baby monitor make a sound.
"Go and have a look at him," he nodded and left the room and came back with Aryan who was busy talking in a gibberish language.
"Sharam nahi aati, humra romance kharab karte howe," I rolled my eyes. (Aren't you ashamed of ruining our romance?)
"Owaahh," Aryan looked at Zaviyaar. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Give him to me," he handed me, Aryan.
"Aww my baby, Is my baby hungry?" Aryan looked at me with his sparkling eyes. I pulled down my shirt to feed him. Aryan got busy with his business.
