Eshgh-e-Mani عشق منی

six

" What is it Babe?" Bakhtiyaar asked Qiraat.

They were sitting on a couch on the stage, posing for the photographer since the past few hours. A permanent smile fixed on their faces for all the relatives who had a competition going on of who they remember the most!

" This dress is too snug, and it's digging in my skin..." She didn't want to tell him but it was getting unbearable now. She said it in as cryptic a way as she could, but it was Bakhtiyaar she was talking about.

The man could sever his own limbs but not let any harm touch her. Her darling husband was too overprotective of her. She had to give him something to ease his stress.

" What is digging in? Is it paining? Should I adjust it? I'll be discreet." thoroughly confused, he whispered in her ear as softly as he could so as not to attract any attention.

" That .." Qiraat blushed all the while smiling for the camera man.

" What Babe? I don't understand?" He had an adorable expression on his face.

" The underwire.." she said with her face burning in embarrassment. This conversation was getting way out of her comfort zone.

" The under...? Oh!" Bakhtiyaar began and then it dawned on him. He finally got the predicament she was in.

It was awkward but this was his wife and she was uncomfortable and he had to do something about it. Period!

" Should I get Eshal appi or Hania Bhabhi to get you a change of dress?" He asked worried for her. Although, they were almost done with the ceremony.

They had been sitting here after the dinner as well because some of their relatives who had come from out of town had yet to congratulate them and click pictures.

He could tell his Mama to wrap up the function now as there were only a few guests left dilly-dallying. It was just family now, who were sitting around and gossiping.

It was their baraat today. They hardly had anytime together since the night of their mehendi and that was 24 hours ago! His bride looked beautiful on both the days.

Today she was looking exceptionally gorgeous in her silver jora. It fit her in all the right places but his poor baby was suffering due to the figure hugging masterpiece.

" No, it's okay. I can bear it for a while longer. We are almost done here, right?" Qiraat turned towards him and asked inconspicuously lest someone eavesdrop on their talks.

" Yeah. Main Mama se baat karta hu." He assured her and signalled his mother who was standing beside the stage talking to a random lady.

Faiqa understood what her son wanted to convey and asked Shahveer to get the car.
Hania then assisted Qiraat in descending the stairs and helped her sit down in the car as well.

Bakhtiyaar sat down beside her and she laid her head on his shoulder. They all were tired and even Shahveer didn't crack any silly jokes at their expense. All of that could wait till tomorrow.

They reached within a few minutes and Eshal who had gone ahead with Hammad and the kids, helped her up to Bakhtiyaar's room.

She gave her a pep talk and told her what every mother or sister does on a girl's wedding night.

Never had she been more embarrassed than today having THE TALK with her sister in law.

Bakhtiyaar entered shortly after. He had to give up his wallet and even make certain promises of buying a few things for his sisters. Day light robbers is what his siblings are!

Bakhtiyaar saw his bride sitting on his bed and his chest swelled up with pride at having such a gorgeous woman as his wife and love, for the beautiful person that she is.

He made a beeline towards her and helped her with her jewellery. He was disappointed that she hadn't changed her dress despite being uncomfortable.

" Tumne change kyu nahi kiya? Dard ho raha tha na. Kitni laparwaah ho tum khud ko lekar." He scolded her, unable to see her pain.

" Aapne mujhe dekha kaha tha poori tarah se? Aapki dulhan hu, aapka toh poora haq hai mujhe yun dulhan ke jore me tayyar hua dekhne ka.."

Qiraat gazed lovingly at her husband and she couldn't help but show affection towards him. She raised her head and placed a wet kiss on his chin.

His movements stilled at her words. He gently tugged her hair free of its confinement and they tumbled free on her back. He kissed her forehead and got up to stow her ornaments away.

He came and sat behind her, gathered her long hair on her right shoulder and slowly unzipped her slinky shirt. It had a built in bra and it's underwire was infact digging in her flesh.

He removed her shirt and she gasped in response. Her breathing was haywire due to his deeds.

He just wanted to ease her pain but his traitorous hands couldn't stop themselves from feeling her silky smooth skin.

She was now sitting just in her lehenga, with her back to his chest and him placing little kisses all over it's expanse. She had gripped the bedsheet to stifle a moan from escaping.

" Babe, we can take this slow if you want. Do you want to take it slow...?" He asked her in a husky voice, his actions in total contradiction to his words.

His hands slid on her belly and he clutched the flesh there, all the while smothering her naked back with his kisses. His fingers found her navel and they inadvertently made it their new play thing!

Qiraat was in no condition to give a sane reply. Her husband was wreaking a sensual havoc on her body and she was enjoying every second of it. 

Taking her lack of response as her dissent, Bakhtiyaar sighed and removed his hands from her front. Sensing the absence of his touch, Qiraat immediately moaned in protest.

She was too shy to voice her needs but this man is all that she wants. She craned her head and kissed his throat, giving him her approval.

She turned around and sat on his lap, her upper body naked, with her hair covering her front, maintaining a sense of decency for the time being.

She didn't like the fact that she was almost naked and here her husband was fully clothed. This was an injustice that she was going to set straight.

She unbuttoned his kurta and tugged it off him. He hastily removed it, all the while kissing her like no tomorrow. His hands itching to touch more skin and that's what he did.

He shifted themselves in the center of the bed and took her in his lap again. By this time, he was just in his pants and his wife in her lehenga.

His hands found her bosom and gave them a firm squeeze. His lips never left hers all this while.

Bakhtiyaar couldn't get enough of her and his hands then moved up her lehenga, exposing her sinful legs. They were made to tempt a man and make him lose his sanity!

He turned themselves around and now he was laying above her. The trust and love in her eyes was bigger than any other feeling he has ever experienced. He vowed to never let her down, ever.

" I love you so much Babe. So much that I can't ever express in words. So much that I would die before even letting a single scratch on you. So much..." He trailed off due to the intensity of his emotions.

" I know Meri Jaan. I love you too. So much that I want to protect you from every evil, to cherish your magnanimous heart and keep you safe from everything bad in this world. Main aapko apne aanchal me chupa kar rakhna chahti hu taaki koi buri cheez aap tak kabhi pohonch na sake." Qiraat whispered, looking in his warm grey eyes all while running her fingers in his hair.

Bakhtiyaar could see the same being reflected in her eyes and he couldn't help but tear up. This amazing girl is his and he would forever try to keep her innocence intact.

They spent the night away, worshipping each other's bodies, whispering sweet nothings and promises. Bakhtiyaar cherished his wife all night long.

His darling baby girl!