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In the frenzy weather of Venice, the precious couple was enjoying their honeymoon.
The thick mist of fog was enveloped in the air. The surrounding was frosty and crisp while a pleasant calmness was shrouded around. Her fingers ached in the winter wind as she clench and unclench them while feeling her cold tips. A whirl of cold winds kissed her face and she tightened her hand over her shawl. Zahra shivered as she saw the snowflakes fell from a dark crisp sky through the hotel.
A soft moan escaped her lips as Zameer encircled his hands around her waist. He softly kissed her cheeks as they both were witnessing the beautiful night from the window.
"Aapko thand nahi lag rahi?" Zahra narrowed her eyes at him as she rubbed her hands together. She asked him because he was wearing an off-white turtleneck sweater.
(You are not feeling cold)
"Ab itni bhi thandi nahi hai," Zameer shrugged his shoulder.
(It's not that cold weather)
In the evening, they had check-in in the hotel The Gritti Palace. It was a luxurious hotel and located near the Great Canal.
Caressing her hair softly, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Let's go for dinner," Zameer fixed her hair and passed her the warm jacket.
They both walk down the street of Venice experiencing the glorious moment's hands in hand.
They both settled inside the cozy restaurant and they placed their order.
Her heart skips a beat when he kissed her knuckles. He rubbed his warm hands against her making the tingling sensation appear in the bit of her stomach.
"Meer," Zahra whined as her cheeks flushed.
"Abhi tou hamara haath chhod de. Bohot awkward lag raha hai. Sab dekh rahe hai," Zahra whined and he scoffed.
(Leave my hand, please. I am feeling so awkward. Everyone is staring at us)
"Sure," Zameer snorted and she chuckled at his childish tone.
Soon the waiter arrived with their food and they started to dig on the heavenly food.
"Bass karde Meer. Ham itna saara nahi khaa paayenge," Zahra whined as he filled her plate with lasagna and a white sauce pasta.
(Stop it meer. I can't eat this much food)
"Aapne kuch khaaya hi nahi hai, Zahra. Mujhe aapki bohot fikr hoti hai," Zameer glared at her.
(You didn't eat anything properly. I am concerned regarding you)
"Itni fikar mat kiya kare. Hame kya hona hai," Zahra chuckled and he narrowed his eyes.
(You don't have to worry about me. What will happen to me?)
"Jou hamare dil ke qareeb hota haina uss ke liye andar se fikar hoti hai. Aur aap mere dil ke bohot qareeb hai. Main das saal ka tha. Mama aur Baba ne mujhse waa'da kiya tha ke woh mere liye bazaar se kuch laayenge. Chand raat ka waqt tha. Main aur aapi der raat tak unn dono ka intezaar kar rahe the. Mujhe ajeeb sa dar lag raha tha. Ajeeb sa khauf tha. Main khidki ke bahar dekha jaa raha tha. Apne waaliden ka intezaar kar raha tha. Eid tou khushi manaane ka din hota haina. Uss din mai yateem hua tha. Mere waaliden Allah ke paas chale gaye the. Aapi ne mera bohot khayaal rakha. Par wo khud bohot chhoti thi. Agar kabhi mulazima naa aaye tou wo mere liye khana banaati thi. Wo school nahi jaati thi par mujhe school zaroor bhejti thi. Kai dafa unka khana banaate waqt haath jalta tha par woh kabhi shikayat nahi karti thi. Itni acchi thi meri safaa aapi. Khud jalaa khana khaa legi par mujhe accha khana banaa kar deti thi. Har ek aurat ka na ham mardo ke zindagi main bohot bada hissa hota hai. Aap log ka dil itna pakeeza aur saaf hota hai ke koi aap log ke saath galat nahi kar sakta. You and Safaa aapi are the two most important women in my life and I will do anything to make sure that you both are happy," Zameer voice thickened and she squeezed his hands.
(We care for the one who is close to our hearts. And you are very close to my heart. I was around 10 when my parents promise to bring something for me from the market. It was the day before Eid. Me and aapi were waiting for our parents the whole night. I was feeling anxious. I felt a different type of fear surging through my veins. We were waiting for our parents. But our parents didn't come. Instead, we found them wrapped in a white sheet in the morning. My parents died, Zahra. My sister took great care of me. When the maid didn't come, she used to take care of me. She used to eat burnt food but she never let me have burnt food. She burned her hands several times just to cook food for me. Every woman has a big role in a man's life. You are all very kind and pure-hearted)
"Har mard aapki tarah nahi hote, Zameer. Allah ne aapko fitratan itna accha banaya hai. Aap ka dil itna saaf hai. Aap sabki itni izzat karte hain. Aap mera wajood hai, Meer. Allah ne mere liye behtareen socha tha. Aur woh aap hai. You always gave me a space to think about myself and do whatever I want. You give me a space to decide what I want in my life. You supported my dreams and passion. Aapne sirf hamse nikah nahi kiya hai balke uska matlab bhi samjhaya hain. Aap ki mohabbat itni paak hain ke aap ke paas rahu tou dil main sukoon rahta hain," A smile broke on his face at her words. He shook his head yet a genuine smile was faltered across his lips.
(Not every man is like you. You are naturally so gentlemanly. You have a pure heart. You respect everyone around. You are my whole existence. Allah had thought the best for me and that is you)
(You not only married me. But you always taught me the meaning of marriage. Your love is pure that I find solace in it)
"Aap bohot pyaari hai, Zahra" Zameer smiled tucking her hair and her cheeks flushed.
(You are so pretty, Zahra)
Those mere romantic words and moments are everything. Their heart was tangled in the deep bonded of love which is knotted tightly by the string of care, respect, and trust.
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Every moment they spend with each other is enthralling. The way they enjoy the boat ride in the Great Canal and went for a walk in the streets of Venice. Everything was magical. Everyone moment is worth it when we spend it with our loved ones. They had tried expensive five-star restaurants to the street food altogether. They spend their days exploring different places and passionately spend the night in each other arms.
It was their last night in the city of Venice. And he wanted to do something special for her. For his Zahra.
Zameer scratch his neck in nervousness as he fixed the chair for the tenth time. It was the romantic candle night dinner arranged by him in his hotel suite. The table was elegantly arranged on the patio of their suite.
The night was one of the most enchanting nights. The stars and the moon were gleaming in excitement waiting for the prince to express his love for the princess. His Queen. His solace.
They were no laila and majnu. Nor they were heer and ranjha. They were nowhere near romeo and juliet.
Nor do they even want to be. Because they don't want to lose each other at all. Their love story may not be written in the golden pages of sacrificed and true love. Yet they know how pure their love is. How true their feelings are.
A soft smile broke on his facial features as he remember his first confession to his zojah. His Zahra.
Zahra, tum mujhe kabhi itna toot ke na chahna ke tum hi bikhar jao. Itni sacchi mohabbat bhi mat karna ke ham dono ek doosro ko kho baithe. Main kabhi aap ko khona nahi chahta.
(Zahra, don't love me too much that you feel broken at some point. Never love me to the point that we can't live without each other. I don't want to ever lose you)
The table was decorated with a bunch of red roses and two plates of her favorite spaghetti. There was also her favorite mojito. He patted his pocket where he had put the gift he bought for her.
Tiffany and Co.
A diamond bracelet.
A door of the room creaked open and there she was looking enticing and enchanting at the same time. Air seems to be lunged out of his oxygen as he looks into those breathtaking pair of eyes.
Zahra pushed away her hair behind her ears as she moved forward. She inhaled the scent of fresh flowers and bit her lips at the romantic decor.
She sucked in a sharp breath when he wrapped his arms around her waist and run the tip of his nose on her shoulder.
"You are breathtakingly beautiful," Zameer softly kissed her earlobes as he removed her hairpin. Her hair fell on her shoulder and covered her gleaming eyes.
"It's for my wife for the most understanding and amazing life partner you are," He stroked her cheeks and she smiled shyly.
The night calmed down as the couple was each in other arms doing a pleasant dance. He held her body closer and her breath hitched.
"I love you so much, Zahra. My affection for you is eternal, my love," Zameer smiled.
"I love you too, Meer" Zahra breathed against his lips, and he placed his lips against her. His lips turned ferocious
as he kissed her with all the passion he had for her.
This was a journey. A journey from aghyaar to humsafar. A bittersweet quest of unraveling the past and exploring the journey of marriage. A blissful marriage.
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Sorry for the late update. But was going through the worst writer block.
I also updated the bonus chapter of Minahil and Harris on my one-shot book. It's nowhere near good but I guess you all want to read it.
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