Chapter 21: 5| Naintara

Aur chupke chupke woh meri aadat

meri mohabbat, meri kainat ho gaya.

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"Hayder, bura mat maaniyega par aap bhi mashriqi shohar ki tarah hai. Thodi madad kar denge aap meri tou koi tofaan nahi aa jayega," Mishal said in a sarcastic tone as she was looking at her husband. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she was giving her husband displeased look.

(Dont feel bad. But you are like a typical husband. There won't be a storm if you will help me out)

"Mishal- mai kuch kaam kar raha hai. And I seriously don't have any idea about women stuff," Hayder said giving her the irritated look.

(I am doing some work)

"Ham aapko dekh rahe hai aaj kal. Aap hamari baat hi nahi maan rahe. Aap ko zara bhi qadr nahi hamari. Phir aap bolenge ki ham aapko waqt nahi dete," Mishal complained as her lips pursued into the pout.

(I am noticing you for the past few days. You are not listening to me. You don't value me. Then you will tell me that I am not giving you time)

Hayder rolled his eyes at his dramatic wife. He shut his laptop and let out a sigh.

"Jee Begum. Kya kaam hai?" Hayder asked as he settled beside her.

(Yes wifey. What's the matter?)

Mishal bit her lips to control the smile which was forming on her lips.

"Please help me choose the perfect outfit.  I can't decide among all of this," Mishal showed him the laptop.

"Tum pe tou har ek joda accha lagta hai. Khair, ye white wala zyaada accha lag raha hai," Hayder pointed at the laptop.

(Everything suits you. But white one will look more beautiful on you)

"Ham bewah lagenge," Mishal pouted and his eyes widen.

(I will look like a widow)

"Waah Ji. Bewah hone ki bohot jaldi hai. Tum kya mujhse jaan chhudana chahti ho?" Hayder uttered in a sarcastic

(Wow. You are so eager to get a widow. You surely want me out of your life)

"Allah na kare. Aap mai tou hamari Jaan basti hai," Mishal put her palm on his mouth and a smile broke on his lips.

(God forbid. My life is dependent on you)

Hayder took her hands and put her hands on his left chest delicately. Blood rushed to her cheeks at his gesture.

"Tum kya karne ki koshish kar rahi ho?" Hayder whispered in her ear as his lips were touching her earlobes giving the tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach.

(What you are trying to do)

"Kuch nahi," Mishal stuttered as his hands were resting on the nape of her neck. The touch of his lips was sending shivers ran down her spine.

(Nothing)

Her breath hitched when he nuzzled his nose in the crook of her neck as his hands went inside her kurti. Her face turned beetroot red and moaned escaped her lips when he squeezes her waist.

"Ab aap ka waqt zaaya nahi ho raha?" Mishal interrupted and he let out a frustrated sigh.

(Now you are wasting the time?)

Hayder raked his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner.

"I like this one," Mishal pointed, and his nose scrunch.

"You really think that I will let your wear that in front of everyone. I think I will lose my mind if anyone except me will see you in this," Hayder whispered in her ear as his lips were slightly touching her earlobes.

"Aap tou har cheez mai khaami nikalte hai," Mishal whined.

(You find fault in every outfit)

"Aap ko bhi samajhna chahiye na. Aap ko pata hona chahiye ke aapke shohar ko kya nahi pasand hai," Hayder said in a sarcastic tone.

(You also should understand what your husband don't like)

"Khair ye bohot mahenga hai. Aur hamare paas itne paise nahi hai," Mishal shrugged her shoulder as she strolled towards the other clothes section.

(Let it be. It's also very expensive and I don't have that much money)

"Mishal, tumhe yeh sab cheez ki fikr karne ki zaroorat nahi. Tumhe jo pasand aaye wo le lo. I am your husband and I must care of your expenses," Hayder said in a stern voice and she nodded her head.

(You don't have to worry about that. You can buy whatever you want)

"Like I have to take care of your needs?" Mishal asked innocently and he let out a groan.

"Mai kya karoon tumhara?" Hayder glared as he pinches her cheeks.

(What should I do with you)

Mishal sighed and continue doing her online shopping. Blood rushed to her cheeks when there was some certain piece of clothing that came in the recommendation. It was the lingerie that was recommended.

Hayder raised his eyebrows at her blushing state. His gaze fell on the laptop and the smirk fell on his lips.

Hayder put his chin on her shoulder and she was stiffened.

"You can buy anything from here. I won't stop you," Hayder smirked.

"Hain? Aise kaise? Ye revealing nahi hai kya? Isme tou sab dikhega," Mishal mouth gaped open as she was looking at him with shock.

(How? Isn't it revealing? It so revealing)

"It doesn't matter. I will only see you in this," Hayder shrugged his shoulder.

"Aapko zara sharam nahi aayegi? Aap tou awwal darje ke besharam hai. Biwi hai ham aapke par soch samajh kar demand kare. Ham ne aaj tak aapse aisi koi betuki demand ki hai," Mishal said as she recovered from the shock.

(You won't feel any bad? You are so shameless. I am your wife but you demand something good from me. I never demanded such things from you)

"Mujhe koi masla nahi hai. Tumhare sab armaan pure karunga," Hayder said with the mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

(I don't have any problem. I will fulfill all your wishes)

"Tauba hai. Hamari aisi koi demand nahi hai," Mishal stuttered.

(I don't have such demands)

"Ya Allah, hamare shohar ko kya ho gaya hai? Pehle yeh itne shareef the ab tou bohot besharam jaisi baatein karte hai," Mishal raised her hands in the air and a chuckle escaped his lips.

(What happened to my husband? He used to be so innocent and now he has become shameless)

"Main mazaak nahi kar raha hoon. Tumhe lena hai tou lelo," Hayder insisted with a chuckle.

(I am not joking. You can buy it)

"Matlabi Insaan," Mishal muttered under her breath.

(Mean Person)

"Tum tou aise bol rahi ho ke tumhe sab pata hai," Hayder smirked.

(You are pretending as if you know everything)

"Aapne hame samajh kya rakha hai? Hame sab pata hai," Mishal said in a proud tone as she crosses her arms over her chest.

(What you have even think about me? I know everything)

"Zara mujhe bhi tou pata chale ki meri biwi ko kya pata hai?" Hayder asked raising his eyebrows.

(I want to know that what my wife knows)

"A couple does sexual intercourse to produce new offspring," Mishal said in a low voice while fidgeting with her fingers.

Hayder let out a hearty chuckle as he was looking at her with amused eyes.

He wrapped his arms around her petite waist and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"You are so wrong, Mishal. It is not necessary to make love just to produce a new offspring," Hayder whispered against her skin.

"Hain? Phir kya zaroorat hai yeh sab karne ki?" Mishal asked in confusion.

(What? Then what's the need to do it)

His mouth hung open at her words as he was looking at her naive wife with a shocked expression.

A gasp escaped her lips when his lips touched his jaw. She shut her eyes as he was kissing her jawline slowly yet sensuously.

"If I will ever touch you, I will make love with you. Not some casual sex. It will be the purest form of love. I will see through your flaws and accept the way you are. I will try to touch your soul. I will touch you in a way that you will feel excitement and love rushing through your veins. We will crave each other touch. A single touch of mine will be carved in your heart and soul. I will see and kiss every single flaw in your body. I will make sure that you won't ever feel insecure about your body. I will kiss your soul that night and you will crave that love. It's not about making love. It's about accepting your partner with each other flaws every single time," Hayder said in a low voice as his hands were playing with the ring in her finger.

Mishal was beyond stunned at the choices of his words.

Hayder chuckled at her state and passed her the glass of water.

Mishal gulped down the water and the glass slipped from her hand. The glass fell on her lap and the water was spilled all over her clothes.

"I am so wet," Mishal whined.

"I didn't even do anything yet," Hayder smirked.

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"Ammi. Pyaari ammi. Sabse acchi ammi. Duniya ki best ammi," Mishal chanted as she hugged her mother.

(Mom. My sweetest mom. The best mother in the world)

"Kya kaam hai?" Her mother raised her eyebrows and she let out a defeated sigh.

(What's the matter)

"Hame kal ramsha ke ghar jaaye? Hame padhai karna hai. Exams sar par hai. Ham soch rahe the ke wahi par raat mai ruk jaayenge. Aise raat mai aana sahi nahi haina," Mishal slowly said as she was looking at her mother with curious eyes.

(Can I go to ramsha house tomorrow? I have to go to study. The exam is near. I thought that I will stay at her place. It's not safe to come at night)

"Shaadi ke baad chale jaana," Her mother said giving her the disinterested look.

(You can go after your wedding)

"Shaadi ke baad tou ham apne shohar ke saath sleepover karenge. Abhi tou hame jaane de. Bohot padhna hai hame aur aapka naam roshan karna hai," Mishal said in a proud tone and her mother's eyes widen.

(I will have a sleepover with my husband after the wedding. Let me go for now. I want to study a lot and make you proud)

"Bohot besharam ho tum. Apni maa ke saath koi aisi baatein karta hai. Apna zaati baatein apne paas rakho," Her mother glared and her lips pursued into the pout.

(You are so shameless. Is this the way to talk to your mother? You can keep your personal affairs to yourself)

"Ham nahi karenge aapse aisi baatein par hame jaane de. Aap bohot acchi ammi hai. Aap hamari favorite ammi hai," Mishal said passing the forced smile to her mother.

(I won't talk like this. But please let me go. You are the best mother. You are my favorite mother)

"Aur kitni ammi hai tumhari?" Her mother raised her eyebrows and she let out a groan.

(How many mothers you have)

"Ammi. Please hame jaane de," Mishal whined clutching her mother's arms.

(Mom, please let me go)

"Accha. Chali jaana. Par ek baar jaake Hayder se ijazat lelo," Her mother said making her mouth gaped open.

(Okay. You can go. But take Hayder permission first)

"Hain? Kis khushi mai? Ham unse kyu ijazat le," Mishal crossed her arms over her chest as she asked.

(Why? Why should I take permission from him)

"Iss khushi mai ke wo tumhaare shohar hai. Aur uska haq hai yeh jaanne ka ke tum kaha jaa rahi ho," Her mother smiled patting her cheeks.

(Because he is your husband and he has a right to know where you are going)

"Hamne apna bohot waqt zaaya kar liya. Kya faida hua aapko itna maska lagane ka jab aap hame ijazat tak nahi de sakti," Mishal said in a frustrated tone as she left her mother room.

(I wasted my time. What's the use to do buttering of you when you can't even be permitted me)

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Mishal softly knocks on the door of his room. The sun had settled down and Hayder was back from his office.

"Hayder," Mishal softly said as she entered the room and he raised his eyebrows.

She put the bowl on the table and moved towards him. He was removing his tie but Mishal moved towards him.

Hayder throat bobbed when her fingers were resting on his chest making his breath hitched. She was removing his tie as her eyes were glued to his chest.

He licks his lips as his gaze fell on her plump lips looking very welcoming. Hayder noticed her very different appearance. She has taken efforts in dressing up today.

Mishal was dressed up in beige white color salwar kameez. Her chiffon dupatta has a golden border giving it the elegant look. She was wearing a golden jhumka and a thin pendant. It looks classy on her milky white skin. Her hair was styled in a braid with flowers. Her skin was looking flawless without the hint of makeup. She had just applied a red lip balm and a moisturizer. Her thick long lashes were giving the prominent look on her cheekbones. Her dupatta was on her head giving the modest look.

"Hayder," Mishal softly said as she was playing with the button of his shirt. He was startled as her soft voice hit him. He was too puzzled by his thoughts.

"Hamne aapke liye banaya hai," Mishal softly said as she tucked the stray of hair behind her ears.

(I made it for you)

Mishal sat on the edge of the beside him as she took the tray of dessert in her lap.

She took a spoonful of sweet to his mouth and he ate it all while looking at her with desirous eyes. His intense gaze was sending shivers ran down her spine.

She put the tray and looked towards her husband. Her breath hitched when Hayder wrapped his arms around her petite figure. Mishal collided into his chest and he slowly held her chin with his fingers.

"Biwi, aap kya karne ki koshish kar rahi hai?" Hayden whispered against her ear as his rough lips were touching her earlobes giving the tingling sensation.

(Wifey, what you are trying to do)

"Kuch nahi," Mishal breathed as his hot breaths were fanning her cheeks.

(Nothing)

"Bohot khoobsurat lag rahi ho," Hayder tucked the stray of hair behind her ear.

(You are looking beautiful)

Mishal nodded her head slowly.

"Aap hamare itne acche endearment istemaal karte hai. Hamne bhi aapke liye soch kar rakha hai," Mishal chirped and he looks at her with amusement.

(You used such good endearments for me. I had also thought about calling you with endearment)

"Ham aapko pyaar se hubby bulayenge? Aaj kal sab apne shohar ko yahi bulaate hai," Mishal said and his nose scrunch.

(I will call you hubby with love. Everyone is calling their husband with this word)

"Aur kuch nahi hai kya?" Hayden asked as he raised his eyebrows.

(Isn't there better words)

"What about Haydy Baby?" Mishal asked and he shoots her a glare.

"I am not a kid," Hayder said with a disgusted expression.

"Allah. Aapke tou itne nakhre hai. Khair ham aapke liye aur endearment soch lenge. Ek minute. What about Jaanu Maanu?" Mishal chirped as she found the new endearment.

(God. You have so many tantrums. I will think about the endearment later. Wait a minute. What about Jaanu Maanu)

"Rehne do, Mishal. Tumse tou umeed bhi nahi rakhni chahiye. Aur khabardaar, tumne kabhi mere liye aisa alfaaz istemaal kiya tou. Nahi pata konsi kitaab padh kar aayi ho," Hayder said with a displeased expression and her lips pursued into the pout.

(Leave it. I shouldn't have expected from you. And don't you dare use such words for me. I don't know which book you have read)

"Accha. Theek hai. Ham aapke liye aisa kuch naam nahi sochenge. Par hame aapki ijazat chahiye. Hame apni dost ke ghar sleepover ke liye jaana hai. Waha par hamari bohot dost hongi. Aur ammi ne hame kaha hai ke aapse ijazat le. Aap hamare shohar haina," Mishal said in a low voice while playing with the button of his shirt.

(Okay. Fine. I won't think about such names. But I want your permission to go for a sleepover with my friend. There will be my many friends.  And mom told me to take permission from you. You are my husband after all)

"So that's what all about. Huh? I thought that you wanted to take efforts for me. Aur koi zaroorat nahi hai sleepover ke liye jaane ki. Mil kar waapis aa jana," Hayder said in a stern tone.

(You don't have to go for a sleepover. You can come after meeting them)

Mishal let out a defeated sigh and moved towards him. Hayder let out a groan as she settled herself in his lap.

"Hayder," Mishal pouted and cupped his jaw.

"Koi apni biwi ko manaa karta hai?" Mishal asked as she was looking into his eyes. Their faces were inches apart.

(Who denied their wife's wishes?)

Hayder was holding an emotionless expression. He let out a groan when she starts placing kisses all over his face. His jaw tightens as her soft lips were pressed against his jaw.

"It won't work, Mishal. You can go to your room," His jaw clenched as he spoke those words. He only knows how much he is controlling himself from kissing the hell out of her.

Mishal was frightened by his words but she mustered up the courage. She wrapped her fingers around his collar and collided her soft lips against his rough ones.

Hayder sucks in a sharp breath and he started kissing her hungrily. His hands were cupping her cheeks while his other hands were on the nape of her neck.

Her toes curled when Hayder laid her on the bed and hovered over her petite figure all while their lips were locked to each other.

It was pure addiction. Her lips trembled with the raw emotions as she cried out in pleasure. Her plump were swollen but she was craving for his touch more than ever. Hayder let out a heavy sigh as he rested his forehead against her. Their breath mingles against each other. Her lips were looking inviting but he controlled himself.

A gasp escaped her lips when Hayder run his thumb on her lower lips. He squeezes it lightly while his eyes were holding amusement and desire.

"You know that you are so irresistible. Fuck. You are so beautiful that you drive me crazy. Your husn is one of the reasons my heartbeat crazily when you are near to me. You don't have any idea how many cold showers I have taken in the past few days and how much I controlled myself around you," Hayder whispered against her skin as he sucks the soft spot behind her ears.

A moan escaped her lips and Mishal bit her lips in embarrassment.

"Fuck. Your lips are so addicting and irresistible," Hayder let out a groan and pecked her lips.

"Hayder," Mishal softly said.

"Jee. Hayder ki Jaan," Hayder smiled at her.

(Yes. My soul)

"No one has ever praised my lips the way you did it," Mishal blushed.

"And no one will dare to do that," Hayder eyes darkened as he spoke those words. His hands on her waist tighten as his blood boiled at the mere thought of that.

Mishal took her dupatta and lowered her gaze as she was feeling shy by each passing second.

"Ham jaaye?" Mishal asked slowly.

(Should I do)

His throat bobbed as he nodded his head.

She was about to move but he caught her wrist.

"Mishal, tumhe jaha jaana hai waha chali jaana. Amaan ko keh dena ke tumhe drop karde waha. It's not like I don't trust you, it's just I care about you and I am very protective of you," Hayder softly said as his gaze fell on her wrist.

(You can go wherever you want. Tell Amaan to drop you)

His jaw tightened at the burned mark.

Mishal slowly nodded her head as her throat bobbed. She was feeling guilty all of a sudden as she was lying to her husband.

"How did this happen?" Hayder eyes darkened as he asked her.

"It was burned when I was making dessert for you," Mishal trembled.

"Did I told you to cook for me? Jab tumhe khana banana nahi aata, tou kitchen mai jaane ki kya zaroorat hai. Did you apply the ointment?" Hayder asked glaring at her and she found herself nodding her head.

(When you don't know how to cook, you shouldn't have gone to the kitchen)

Her breath hitched when he placed a soft kiss on her wrist. Her heart skips a beat at his sweet gesture.

At that moment, she felt guilt consuming her. It felt so wrong to lie to her husband. It felt like a burden on the poor soul as it's difficult for her to let it out of her chest.

They both weren't ready for what's gonna happen next nor you all are.

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