"Mujhe jhelna mushkil hai nader," she said with a smile while her gaze was fixed on the table.
("It's difficult to tolerate me, Nader")
"Main jhel lunga," I replied.
("I'll manage")
She looked up towards me, then continued.
"Mai khubsurat nahi ho...
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It was a beautiful morning. I checked the time-it was 8 AM-and I was still in Aziz's arms. He had both his hands encircled around my waist, sleeping peacefully. I snuggled closer to him. Even while sleeping, my husband looked incredibly handsome.
My gaze then shifted to his men's vest, which was hiding his abs from me. I felt a bit shy, but then I reminded myself-I am his wife. I have every right to admire his abs. A slight blush crept onto my face again before I looked at his breathtaking features.
His beard had grown a little, though he usually kept it light. His dark black hair, MashaAllah, had grown longer, and I loved his hair just as much as I loved him. His deep blue eyes were closed, and I was grateful for that-because if they were open, I wouldn't have been able to look at him. Every time I see him, my heart loses control.
I moved a bit closer and kissed his cheek, then his beard. The moment my lips touched his beard, his rough hair tickled me. Slowly, I caressed his face with my hands, ruffled his hair, and finally kissed his hair too. As I kissed his hair, a few strands of mine fell over his face. I gently tucked them away and continued watching him sleep, running my fingers through his hair.
Maine kabhi nahi socha tha ki mard ki mohabbat itni khubsurat hoti hai.
Itni ki, sirf uski mohabbat ke liye, aurat, zindagi bhar uski wafadaar banke reh jaati hai.
(I never imagined that a man's love could be so beautiful-so deep that it makes a woman devoted to him for a lifetime).
Pouring my heart out to him, I leaned in to kiss his closed eyelids. But before I could, Aziz pulled me on top of him with his strong hands.
"Why do you keep forgetting, sweetheart, that I have lips too? Or is there a problem with kissing there?"
Aziz spoke in his deep, sleepy voice without any hesitation. And then, he opened his intoxicating eyes.
For a moment, I lost myself in his eyes. He didn't even blink for a second and just kept staring at me, while I, on the other hand, was overwhelmed with a million emotions just from his gaze.
"You know what? Let me do it myself, Sweetheart" Aziz said instantly and pushed me onto the bed. I was completely stunned by his bold moves so early in the morning.
"Time doesn't matter to you at all, does it?" I taunted him. But this shameless man, instead of listening to me, started caressing my hair and inhaling its scent. One of his hands was tangled in my hair, while the other remained tightly wrapped around my waist. And the craziest part? He hasn't let go of my waist since this morning.
Can he not sleep without touching me? I wondered at his absurd actions.
"I really love your black, slightly wavy hair, Uns," Aziz murmured, closing his eyes as he placed a soft kiss on my neck.
I don't understand one thing about my Shah Jahan-he aims one way but hits another. Complimenting my hair but kissing my neck!
