Chapter 47: 7| Dilkash

Kahte hain Mohabbato mein

Dil toot jaate hain

saath saath chalte hain

Phir vohi ruth jaate hai

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A small smile danced on her lips when she noticed Harris's sleeping state. He was sprawled on the bed and the white comforter was covering his back. His muscles and toned arms were on display making her gulped hard.

Minahil smiled and placed a soft kiss on his cheeks and ruffled his hair lightly.

She took out the wine pink color suit and cigarette pants. She matched it with the matching chiffon dupatta which has a golden border.

After the shower, she came back to her room. Minahil sucked in a sharp breath when her gaze fell on Harris's muscular back. He has just taken the shower in another room. He was wiping the towel on his abs.

Minahil instantly turned around and move towards the vanity table.

Harris smirked at her reaction. He moved towards her and felt her eyes widen from the mirror. The red color was coated on her cheeks. Water droplets were traveling down her cleavage making the cold sweat formed on his neck.

Minahil sucked in a sharp breath when he cages her between the vanity table. His hands were on her either side making her difficult to look into his eyes.

"Beautiful," Harris whispered in her ear as his lips touched her earlobes giving her the tingling sensation all over her body.

Minahil lowered her gaze as her cheeks were turning heavier with each passing second.

Harris holds her chin delicately and makes her look into his eyes. She shivered at the intensity of his eyes.

Minahil shut her eyes as she felt his warm lips on her. The kiss was slow yet filled with love and passion. The feeling was euphoric. Her toes curled when he started kissing her hungrily.

He lifted her in his arms without breaking the kiss and put her on the bed. She shivered when entwined her fingers with his and look at him with desirous eyes.

A gasp escape her lips when his hands went inside her kurti.

"May I?" Harris asked as he was breathless. At this moment, all he wants to do is make love to his wife.

"I can't - We can't," Minahil said in a low voice as crimson color fell on her cheeks.

"Kyu?" Harris sucked the soft spot on her neck making her the moaning mess.

(Why)

"I have to go to my motherhouse. There is a tradition that I have to go to the home and you have to come to my mother's place to pick me in the evening," Minahil said making him raised his eyebrows.

"That's stupid. Sukoon se apne shohar ke paas nahi rah sakti. Nahi pata kyu tumhe duniya bhar ke fuzool rasmo ko nibhana rahta hai. Ek din nahi hua tumhe idhar aaye, aur tum waha jaane ki baat kar rahi ho," Harris groaned kissing her lips.

(You should stay with your husband peacefully. I don't know why you want to do some stupid ritual. It's not even a day since you came and you want to go back)

"Harris. I will be back my night and we can do whatever you want," Minahil said slowly as she was playing with the button of his shirt.

"Whatever I want?" Harris confirmed with a smirk making her hide her face in his chest.

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"Mamma, ham aapse baat nahi kar rahe hai," Minahil huffed as she crosses her arms on her chest.

(Mom, I am not talking to you)

Minahil has come to her motherhouse for the first time after her nikah.

"Kyu? Ab hamne kya kiya?" Her mother asked caressing her head.

(Why? What I did)

"Kal aap log ne hame apni hi shaadi mai gol gappe nahi khane diye. Naa hi hamne dahi bhalle khaaye. Naa hi ham sukoon se biryani khaa paaye. Ham ne socha me at least hame kulfi milegi par wo bhi hame nahi mili," Minahil pouted making everyone chuckle.

(You didn't even let me eat pani puri nor you let me eat dahi bhalle. You didn't even let me eat biryani properly. I was waiting to eat kulfi but I also didn't get it)

"Har dulhan ke saath aisa hi hota hai. Aap eklauti nahi hai," Her sister, Ifrah chuckled at her making her huff.

(Every bride has to go through this. You are not alone)

"Hamari meenu tou baba ki jaan hai. Aur hamare ghar ki raunak hai," Her father patted her head lovingly as his eyes were filled with tears.

(My Meenu is the life of her father and also the happiness of our house)

"Baba," Minahil whined and wrapped her arms around her father.

(Dad)

"Aur bhai, hamne kal aapko rote hue dekha tha. Hame yaqeen nahi aa raha the ke aap hamare liye ro rahe the" Minahil teased her brother.

(Brother, I saw you crying for me. I couldn't believe that you were crying for me)

"Bewakoof ladki. Mai kyu apne aansu bahunga tumhare liye. Mai tou bohot khush tha ke yeh aafat hamare ghar se chale gai" Her brother chuckle but only he knows how much he was crying on his sister vidai.

(Stupid girl. Why I will waste my tears on you? I was so happy that you are gone)

"Baba," Minahil pouted.

(Dad)

"Mere beti koi kuch nahi kahega. Ye mera pyaara sa baccha hai," Her father smiled and kissed the top of her head.

(No one will say anything to my daughter. She is my favorite)

Minahil chirped excitedly and smile at her small yet beautiful family.

"Mamma, ham sone jaa rahe hai. Ham raat bhar nahi soye the. Ham bohot thak gaye hai," Minahil stretched her limbs and informed her mother.

(Mom, I am going to sleep. I can't even sleep at night. I am very tired)

Everyone's eyes widen at her words and she recalled the words in her mind.

"Wallah, hamara wo matlab nahi tha. Aap log ko dimag kitna ganda hai. Astagfirullah," Minahil said as her cheeks were turning red with each passing second.

(I didn't mean that. You all are so dirty-minded)

She runs away from there in embarrassment.

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Minahil huffed when she realized that he didn't call her since the morning.

Doesn't he miss me, Minahil thought as her lips pursued into the pout.

"Theek hai. Shohar ke bade hukook batayenge hame aur khud biwi ki yaad hi nahi aati hai janaab ko. Ham bhi call nahi karenge. Ham mar nahi rahe hai aapse baat karne ke liye," Minahil muttered under her breath and switch off her phone.

(It's okay. He will tell me the right of the husband to the wife and also he didn't care to call his wife. I won't also call him. I am not dying to talk to you)

Minahil let out a sigh and lay down on the bed waiting for sleep to consume her.

It was almost evening when she woke up. She changed into the red anarkali as she was going back to her sasural. She did minimal makeup but her natural skin was looking flawlessly beautiful.

Minahil wore the diamond studs to complete the look. There was a knock on the door and she opened it.

It was Azlan. Her best friend. Her Crime Partner.

"Tum kab aaye?" Minahil asked him as they both sat on the couch.

(When you had come)

"Mai duphar se aaya tha. Par tum tou ghode bechkar so rahi thi," Azlan chuckle making her hit his arms playfully.

(I came in the afternoon and you were sleeping)

"Waise tum khush hona?" Azlan asked.

(You are happy, right?)

Minahil nodded her head fidgeting with the corner of her dupatta.

"Wo tou tumhare surkh gaal se pata hi chal raha hai. Mai bass yahi chahta hoon ke tum hamesha khush raho," Azlan patted her head and passed her the genuine smile.

(I can sense it with your red cheeks. I just want you to stay happy)

"Waise main shart jeet gaya. Maine bet lagai thi ke Harris tumhe ek hafte ke andar propose karega aur aisa hua bhi. Harris ko jealous feel karwane ka plan bura nahi tha," Azlan chuckled making crimson color fell on her cheeks.

(By the way, I won the bet. I bet that he will propose to you in the week and he did it. The plan to make Harris jealous wasn't bad)

A knock on the door startled them. Minahil lifted her gaze and her eyes widen in surprise. Harris was standing looking at her with amusement.

"I will be going," Azlan chuckled and moved away from there before she could protest.

Harris locks the door making her startled.

He may be heard everything. Wallahi, he is going to be so angry. I hope he didn't hear anything, Minahil mentally prayed.

A gasp escaped her lips when he cornered her to the wall. His hands were on her either side making her breathless.

Harris kissed her cheeks softly while looking at her with desirous eyes. He pulled her by her waist delicately as there was an inch space between them.

"You know that I was so jealous, right? All I wanted to at that moment is kiss you so hard that you won't dare to think about anyone else. I want my name to be engraved in your heart and soul," Harris whispered in her as his voice was turning deeper by each passing second making her the breathing mess.

Minahil bit her lips at his word. Harris runs his thumb on her lower lip making her the blushing mess.

He ducked his head and claimed her soft plump lips. It was so addicting that it was driving him crazy. It was driving him to the edge. His hands were delicately holding her cheeks as he was busy pouring out all his love on her lips

Harris carried her like a feather and lay her on the bed. A gasp escaped her lips when he sucked the soft spot on her neck.

Minahil was overwhelmed with a different kind of raw emotion swirling through her body. She was feeling euphoric as he was kissing her softly.

"Let's go to our home," Harris whispered in her ear and she nodded her head.

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They both were planning to go to their home but her mother stopped her for the dinner. They were having their food on the dining table.

Harris was stiffened. He was just in a daze. All he wanted to do is go home and make love to his wife.

"Mamma, ham soch rahe the ke ham kuch dinon ke liye ruk jaate hai," Minahil decided to tease him a bit.

(Mom, I was thinking to stay here for few days)

Harris's jaw clench and his hold on the fork tightened. He looks at the poor soul with a murderous look in his eyes.

"Phir kabhi aa jaana. Abhi tum apne ghar jao. Harris tumhe lene aaya haina," Her mother explained to which she nodded her head.

(You can come next time. You can go to your home now. Harris has come to pick you)

Minahil lifted her head and saw him smirking at her.

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"You remember the promise, right?" Harris asked as he carried her in a bridal way to his bed.

Minahil nodded her head as her breathing becomes uneven.

"I can do whatever I want?" Harris confirmed.

"Whatever you want," Minahil blushed and lowered her gaze.

Harris placed a soft kiss on her forehead. His hands went inside her top and he removed it in a single attempt. His eyes widen when his gaze fell on her flawless body. So perfect. So beautiful. He removed her red bra and tossed it on the floor.

He climbed on top of her and claimed her lips into a sensuous kiss. Minahil hissed when he sucks her neck softly while his other was squeezing her breast. She shivered when his warm mouth sucked her buds making her the moaning mess.

Harris turned the light off as the bodies mingle in the world of excitement and pleasure. It's like two bodies colliding in the world of passion and love.

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The End

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