Chapter 24: 8| Naintara

Hold me tight

Like the night hugs the moon

-Alexandra

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The brightness of her brown eyes lit up as she gently smiled. She tucked the stray of hair behind her ears and bit her lips.

Mishal gently pushed the flower curtain which was decorated on the bed. She moved towards the restroom and took a warm bath. She performed an ablution

and perform her fajr prayers.

A smile broke on her lips as her gaze fell on her husband's sleeping state. He was laying on his stomach and his muscles were on full display. Mishal heart quivered as she gently places a kiss on his cheeks.

The magic of nikah. It even melts the coldest heart. One couldn't stop themselves from falling in love once they fell into the bond of marriage. The most beautiful and pure relation.

Mishal went to the kitchen to get a chai. As she entered the kitchen, she saw her mother shooting her the glare.

"Ammi, aap thak nahi jaati hame hamesha ghoorte rahte hue?" Mishal asked as she took out the mug from the cabinet.

(Mom, don't you get tired of glaring at me?)

"Tumhaare kaam hi aise hai," Her mother said in a sarcastic tone.

(You always do things that annoys me)

"Ab hamne kya kar diya?" Mishal asked in a tired tone.

(What I did now)

"Itni jaldi kaise uth gayi tum? Roz tou das baje se pehle tumhaari aankhen nahi khulti thi?" Her mother narrowed her eyes at her.

(How can you wake up so early? You never woke up before 10 am before)

"Ammi. Ham jaldi uthe tou takleef. Late uthe tou takleef. Aap bataa de aap kya chahti hai hamse?" Mishal asked and her mother glared at her.

(Mom, If I woke up late, then you have a problem. If I will wake up early, then you have a problem. Tell me what do you want?)

"Tum zyada argue mat karo hamse. Fauran apne room mai jao. Aur jab tak ham bole nahi, room mai se bahar mat aana. Rukhsati ho chuki hai tumhari. Shohar ko waqt dena bhi zaroori hota hai. Aur jaa kar dhang ke kapde pahno. Aaj kal mehmaan ka aana jaana laga rahega," Her mother explained to her and she hesitantly nodded her head.

(Don't argue with me. Go to your room right now. Don't come out of the room until I will say so. You are married now. You have to give time to your husband. And get ready soon. Guest will be coming today)

Mishal lips pursued into the pout as her mother scolded her. Her mother's heart softens and she engulfed her daughter in a warm hug.

"Mera bacchi itni badi ho gayi hai," Mishal smiled as her mother kissed her forehead.

(My daughter is so grown up now)

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When she reached her room, she saw Hayder woke up. He had just taken the bath and he was looking all fresh.

"Aap uth gaye?" Misha smiled at him as she moved towards the bed. She was going to fix the bed sheet when he caught her wrist.

(You woke up)

"Kal raat tou aap ke paas fursat nahi thi mere liye. Aaj mai aapse baat kar sakta hoon?" Hayder asked as he pulled her towards him.

(You didn't have time for me last night. Can I talk to you now?)

"Jee," Mishal tucked her hair behind her ears. Her breath hitched when he put his hands on her thigh. Heat surged up to her cheeks and her gaze lowered as she saw feeling shy.

(Yes)

"Tumhare liye laaya tha. Par dena bhul gaya," Hayder said as he took out the silver paazeb from the drawer.

(I bought it for you. I forget to give you last night)

Mishal chirped in excitement as she showed her the paazeb which has small silver beads.

Hayder put her feet on his lap as he helped her in wearing the paazeb. She bit her lip when she saw him too concentrated.

"Aisa kya dekh rahi ho?" Hayder asked as he felt her stare.

(Why you are looking at me like that)

"Ab kya ham apne shohar ko dekh bhi nahi sakte?" Mishal chuckle as she put her palm under her chin and looked at him with dreamy eyes.

(Now I can't even see my husband with love)

"Ab kya mai apni biwi se pyaar bhi nahi karu?" Hayder smirked as he hovered over her petite figure.

(Can't I also love my wife?)

"Kisne roka hai aapko?" Mishal said in a mischievous tone as she wrapped her fingers around his collar.

(Who's stopping you)

A gasp escaped her lips when his hands inside her kurti as he buried his face in her neck leaving marks everywhere.

"Ham mazak kar rahe the" Mishal lips quivered as she spoke those words.

(I was joking)

Hayder noticed her trembling body and he pulled away apart. He knows that she is still not ready for that. His jaw tightened as his gaze fell on her cleavage.

Mishal took it as a chance and moved away to her closet room to get ready.

A smile broke on his face at the pleasing sound of her paazeb.

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Mishal was in the kitchen chopping some tomatoes when she felt a pair of hands sneaking on her waist. His masculine scent filled in her nostrils.

She was frozen as he runs the tip of his nose on her neck. She closed her eyes as his warm lips were kissing her neck softly.

Mishal eyes fluttered open as he held her chin and placed his warm lips against her. She closed her eyes savoring the moment of passion. Her cheeks flushed when they both pulled away. Hayder chuckled and kiss her cheeks.

"I am waiting for you in the room," Hayder whispered in her ear causing shivers to run down her spine.

Mishal let out a heavy sigh after he moved away. She bit her lips as she was blushing furiously.

"Tum yaha kya kar rahi ho? Shaadi se pehle tou kitchen mai bhi nahi aati thi. Ab tou khana banaya jaa raha hai. Agar hame pehle pata hota na tou ham bohot pehli hi tumhaari rukhsati kara dete," Her mother said, and her lips pursued into the pout.

(What are you doing here? You never came into the kitchen before your marriage. And now you are cooking. If I would have known, I would have got you married long ago)

Her mother's gaze fell on the chopping board.

"Abhi tak ek hi tamatar chop kiya hai? Kya kar rahi thi kabse?" Her mother asked making her embarrassed.

(You just chop one tomato. What were you doing?)

"Kuch nahi," Mishal fidgeting with her finger in nervousness. Before her mother could say anything more, she moved away from there.

(Nothing)

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"Hayder," Mishal slowly whispered clutching his shirt in her hand.

"Mishal," He breathed looking into her eyes.

He let out a groan when she opened the button of his shirt. Her fingers slightly touched his chest giving him the jolt.

Hayder let out a frustrated groan as she starts placing wet kisses all over his chest. She was too overwhelmed by desire.

"Don't you dare start it when you have to stop in the middle. It's hard for me to control," His voice held a warning causing shivers to run down her spine.

"Nothing can come in between us today. I want to be completely yours," Mishal mustered up the courage as she held his collar.

Their lips were inches apart. The loud knock on the door startled them.

"Mishi- jaldi bahar aao. Ham log me dominos se pizza order kiya hai," Her brothers shouted from the other side of the door.

(Come outside. We ordered the pizza for you)

Mishal eyes widen and she was about to leave the bed when he caught her wrist.

"Tumhare liye zyaada zaroori kya hai? Tumne abhi mujhse waa'da kiya tha," Hayder let out a frustrated sigh.

(What is more important to you? You promised me)

"Hayder- aapko bura lag jaayega. Par pizza meri pehli mohabbat hai. Aur pehli mohabbat kabhi bhulaaye nahi jaati," Mishal put her wrist on her head and said dramatically.

(You will feel bad. But Pizza is my first love. And you can never forget your first love)

"Chunn chunn kar badle lunga mai tumse," Hayder glared at her.

(I will surely take my revenge from you)

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Days passed like bliss, they both contended with each other. They both were blooming in the essence of love.

It was almost midnight when Hayder reached home after his work. He is working on an important project which is consuming a lot of his time.

Mishal has become a little mature after the rukhsati. She understands the priority and value of the relationship.

"Mishal- I am tired," Hayder threw his blazer as he loosened his tie. Mishal was sitting on the bed reading her magazine when she saw Hayder coming.

Hayder wrapped his arms around her petite figure as he buried his face in her lap. Mishal runs her fingers through his messy hair.

"Aap ke liye ham dinner lekar aaye?" Mishal asked softly.

(Should I bring you dinner?)

"I had my dinner. Just cuddle with me," Hayder said in a sleepy tone.

"Ham aapke teddy bear nahi hai" Mishal chuckled lowly.

(I am not your teddy bear)

"Meri Mishal ho tum," Hayder said making her cheeks glow.

(But you are my Mishal)

Mishal turned off the lights and he wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face in his chest as she was clutching his shirt tightly. They didn't realize when they fall into a deep slumber.

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"Hame bohot dar lag raha hai?" Mishal said in a tense tone as tears filled up in her eyes.

(I am so scared)

"Meri jaan, kuch nahi hota. Relax. Accha result aayega tumhaara," Hayder murmured against her lips as his hands were caressing her hair.

(My soul, nothing will happen. Relax. You will get a good result)

Mishal laid her hands on his chest and let out a sniff. Hayder enrolled in her seat number as her whole body was trembling with fear.

Her eyes went wide when she saw her result. She got 93 percent and she had scored excellent marks in all the subjects. Her eyes twinkle with excitement as a grin spread across her lips.

"Hayder," Mishal jumped in excitement and clutched him tightly. Hayder cupped her cheeks and drop a kiss on her forehead.

"I am so proud of you. I knew that you will ace the exam," Hayder said her the box of her favorite ferrero rocher.

He chuckled in amusement as he saw her clutching a box of chocolate to her chest.

"Mera tohfa kaha hai? Itni mehnat kiya hoon mai tumhaare peeche. Itna haq tou banta hai," Hayder smirked.

(Where is my gift? I have worked so hard behind you. I deserve it)

"Aap tension na le. Ham abhi ke liye thank you wala card banayenge. Aur uss mai ham mahenge wale beads aur glitter bhi daalenge. Aur mai ham pyaar se likhenge," Thank you Hubby".kitna accha lagega na," Mishal said with a dreamy sigh as she put her hand under her chin.

(Dont be tense. I will prepare a thank you card for you. I will use some expensive glitter and beads. And I will write it with love. It will look so adorable)

Hayder nose scrunch at her cringy ideas and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Mishal- tum rahne do. Itni takaluf ki kya zaroorat hai?" Hayder asked in a sarcastic tone.

(Leave it. It's not necessary)

"Aap fikar na kare. Hamne aapke liye kuch bohot accha plan kiya hai. Bass aap nakhre mat dikhayega," Mishal said and he raised his eyebrows at her words.

(Dont be worried. I have planned the best for you. Just don't show any tantrums)

He didn't know what his wife was planning for him. A small yet the most beautiful surprise.

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How's the chapter?

Sorry for the chotu sa update🥺

And two chapters are left. It will be long enough.

Waise Mishal dheere dheere mature ho rahi hai👀

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-Faraal