ISHQIYA

Keemti Ishq VIII

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Sheryaar and Afaf were dangerously close to each other, their breaths mingling, producing a sexual sound. Inducing the sexual tension between them.

Afaf wriggle in his hand tried to free herself but Sheryaar testosterone were on peak, holding her tightly, once again Afaf used her whole energy but dejectedly she whispered "Sheryaar leave me"

But Sheryaar blew her face with his minty breaths, Afaf closed her eyes in longing. Sheryaar seductively whispered in her ear "So, your lover is too good on the bed, hmm."

He bit her earlobe, Afaf bit her lower lips painfully, he continued "I was not good on bed Afaf, hmm, you left me because he was good, but you always moan my name, every time we satisfy each other."

Sheryaar turns her harshly, her back touching his front, he snakes his arms on her waist, very close to her neither reason.

He nuzzles on her neck, taking her scent, calming his mind, he again turned her to him, yearning a yelp from her.

He puts his lips on her's. He licked her lower lips, sucked it, poked his aroused manhood into her abdomen, provoking her to kiss him back.

He bites her lips harshly, yearning a moan from her, her hands went to his hair, caressing it, pulling him more into her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth tasting her further, both of them were fighting to dominate, Sheryaar hand traveled to her bosom, teasing it slowly, listening to her harsh breath in his mouth.

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"Oh my, I'm still unmarried guys, please don't show me the Suhaagraat video" A voice stops them.

They stopped kissing, pulled their mouth away from each other, narrowed their eyes, they gave a glance to the person then to each other then again to the person, Afaf pushed Sheryaar hastily and turned to the person "Basheer"

Ali closed his eyes and yelled "Affu yaar dupatta daalo" (Affu wear your dupatta)

Afaf's and Sheryaar gaze went to her chest, her cleavage was on show, she didn't know when her dupatta fell down. Sheryaar picks up her dupatta from the floor and drapes it on her chest, embarrassingly they gazed each other, she was about to go away from there when again Sheryaar stopped he signs toward his washroom "Make yourself presentable"

Without gazing she went inside.

Then Ali shouted "Affu, you went"

Sheryaar yelled at him, " Mr.Ali she went."

Ali opened his eyes and glance at his body, his gaze went to Sheryaar's groin, he gulped. Sheryaar followed his gaze, he went to another washroom and after sometime, he joined Ali.

Ali was sitting on a chair.

Sheryaar came, sat on his chair and cleared his throat to get Ali's attention "Mr.Ali how the hell you decided to show your face here."

"I came to meet my ex-assistant aka my sassy sissy." Ali answered not meeting his eyes.

Sheryaar bends a little toward him and gritted "You knew right, Afaf works here. What do you want to tell me that you have already slept with her."

Ali gets up from his place then again sits down, scratching the table nervously he said "Yes I knew, she is my cousin, I didn't sleep with her so please."

Sheryaar was not buying it, "Tell me, one thing Ali, that child was yours or someone else's.?"

"Zafar is not mine not somebody else's Sheryaar. It's yours why don't you go and see him. He is your spitting image. Your mother lied to you, she......"

Sheryaar throws the paper weight from his table, goes very close to Ali and spits "My mother didn't lie to me, Ali."

Like a scared cat, Ali writhed in his seat and said meekly, "Could you please stay away, you are attracting me, I will kiss you any time, please, I'm a gay and I have already seen your aroused state and it is arousing me." He licked his lips.

Sheryaar narrowed his eyes, and pulled himself away from Ali, as much as he can, then he stammered "You are...a.... a ...gay?"

Ali closed his mouth and nodded meekly.

Sheryaar gulped and continued "My mother is not wrong, Ali, you haven't seen those photos, you only listened to Afaf's side of story."

Ali hit his hand on table and said "Sheryaar, listen to me, okay your mom is not lying but photos can be deceiving, those must be photoshopped one, you believed your mother, but what problem is believing your ex-wife. But you know you are late, very late."

Sheryaar gazed down on the floor, lost in his own thoughts,

His thoughts were broken by Afaf who came out from the washroom.

"Affu yaar, this is sin, you are making out with your ex-husband." Ali chirped.

Afaf glares at him then at Sheryaar and spoke "I will file a complaint about harassment"

Sheryaar smirked "That must be wastage of time Afaf"

Ali said "Why?"

Sheryaar again said playing with the pen "Because a husband has his right on his wife."

Afaf snapped "Ex-husband"

Sheryaar gave a chuckle and said "When we divorced each other, Mrs. Sheryaar tell me." 

Afaf narrowed her eyes and then something flickers in her eyes, she remembered something "Ya we never did, Mr.Sheryaar, you just throws me and my child out of your house, so tell me Mr.Sheryaar when are you sending me divorce papers?"

She stares in Sheryaar eyes, it was moistens with tears, he whispered in a heavy voice "never"

She stared at him in disbelief, then gave a sarcastic chuckle, she shook her head, her eyes became watery, and her steps were going backward and in a second she left the room leaving the two men alone.

A/N:- Readerrrrssss (Hitler is not at home) I told you I will try to update the story, and here it is.....

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