It's a beautiful evening. Subhan'allah.
We are seeing London bridge. Ayaan was singing London bridge is falling down..
It's a weekend, that's why we are here..on other side, Arhaan is always busy in his work.
I was living the life, I prayed for. Alhumdulillah. But I'm so scared.
What if he will be tired of trying. He is always in my mind.
After roaming we decide to have dinner.
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We are back to home.
Ayaan and Arhaan was lying on bed.
Ayaan was listening to his dad's stories. His head was resting on Arhaan's arms. Arhaan keep his hand on other side, and looked at me and mouth ‘come here’ I smiled, and jump on bed. Rest my head on his arm.
He chuckled.
Ayaan was sleeping peacefully, Arhaan placed his head pillow slowly. And kissed his forehead, whispering I love you, good night.
Then he got up from bed, I was confused.
He carry me in bridal style. My eyes widened, butterflies in my stomach.
He smirked and kissed my forehead.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, gazing at his neck.
”Shh..”
He take me to the another room.
“Open.” He whispered.
I opened the door with my left hand, right hand was wrapped around his neck.
There was small bed, he slowly placed me on it.
Ya Allah, I'm not ready may be. What he will do now?
In room, there was dim lights.
He laid beside me, my heartbeat is lost. He was so close.
“Why---” he cut me off.
“Can't you just keep quiet?” He whispered, in husky voice..
My breath hitched. He grinned.
And pulled me closer, his thumb was caressing my lips. I placed my forehead on his, closing my eyes.
He leaned down more, and placed his cold lips on right side of neck. He start placing soft kisses on my neck. I moaned.
“Zehna..” he moaned.
I gasped.
She was only the one, the love of my life.
You will never know what is love from your husband side.
His voice echos.
I moved myself away from him. He was staring at me, I stood up..and about to walk when he clutched my hand.
I control my tears. He pulled me back and make me seat on his lap.
He hold my waist with his hand.
“Sorry, I didn't take permission.” He whispered.
I was not looking at him but I smiled.
“Is there is same room here like---”
He clutched my arm tightly, it was hurting. He push me slowly on bed.
My eyes teared up. He slowly free my arm from his hand.
“This is so awkward. Why you always talk about her?” He asked, pain is filled in his eyes.
“Not for me.” I said back.
“You like it when I talk about another woman?”
“She is another????”
“No, never.” He said in anger.
“Exactly, face it then. In front of me.”
He didn't say anything.
“Arhaan, when you feel free, completely comfortable. Then only I want this. And I have no problem with her.”
“But I can see, whenever I talk about her it's hurt you.”
“No, talking about her never hurts me. But there is something else that's hurt me. When you will know it, then only you understand me perfectly.”
“But I'm trying.” He whispered.
“And you will be tired of trying one day. You are becoming my habit Arhaan. And if you will tired of Everything..I will die---”
I was crying.
“No, you are not going anywhere.” He hugged me, he was scared.
I hugged him back tightly.
“You are mine, and I promise everything will be fine.” Insha'allah.
I nod my head.
I hope Arhaan, insha'allah. But I'm scared more than you. What you have done to me unknowingly? That I can't even think about living without you.
He caressing my arm, where he clutched tightly.
“I'm sorry.” He whispered.
I cupped his cheeks with my hand and smiled.
He kissed me on my face everywhere except lips.
I was feeling so shy, I hide myself in his arms.
He chuckled as his chest vibrates.
“I'm sleepy.” I pouted.
We are learning day by day, as time passes. How to handle us. We are healing each other. Alhumdulillah.
“Let's go.” He says.
“Take me.” I said, and open my arms.
He chuckled softly, and carry me back to room in bridal style.
Then he slowly placed me on bed and kiss my forehead.
I'm in love with this Arhaan.
I closed my eyes....
Arhaan-
'Where is your bhabhi, aloo?' I asked Aliyah.
'Bhai..' she was crying.
'Where is Zehna?' I yelled.
As she turned back..I look there..there was white sheet covering.. I closed my eyes.
'No, no Zehna.'
'I'm sorry, please.'
I opened my eyes immediately, I was all sweaty.
I run my fingers through my hair.
I breathe heavily.
I looked at Zehna, she was sleeping peacefully hugging Ayaan.
My eyes filled with tears.
She was different from Aisha. From the I decided, to try for her. I'm trying my best. I was never scared for Aisha. But after I lost her, I completely changed myself.
Zehna, I don't know what is Hurting you. But I will find out. You're my strength. You are beautiful soul. I will never let you go anywhere. Thank you for everything. I don't know, but may be I'm falling for her. But I really don't know. Complicated...
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