Epilogue

Author's PoV:

"Are you sure this is my colour?" Ashiya heard from the living room as she kept the leftovers of lunch inside the fridge. "I think it's too much for my skintone." She frowned at Ahan's voice and decided to go check what was happening.

"This looks puffect on you, Dadda," Ayra assured, continuing with her work. "Close your eyes now, will ya?" Ahan obliged at the little girl's command, letting her dominate him.

Ashiya gasped in horror when she saw the scene that was taking place. Ahan was seated on the couch with Ayra on his lap, the latter busy putting makeup on her dad's face. She was currently applying eye shadow on his eyelids. Lipsticks, concealers, mascaras, and other makeup items lay scattered around the room while the father-daughter duo were busy in their own world.

Ashiya's slapped her forehead as she made her way to confront the kids. "Stay still!" Ayra scolded Ahan but stiffened as soon as she realised the presence of her mother. She slowly got off from Ahan's lap and started collecting the items from the floor.

"Are you done? How much longer?" Ahan blabbered with his eyes closed, completely unaware of Ashiya standing and scrutinising him. When failed to receive an answer, Ahan finally opened his eyes.

"What is happening?" Ashiya questioned.

Ahan let out a sheepish smile, his face glittering from all the makeup. "Ayra just wanted to try something new."

"You can't let her do anything and everything, Ahan! You spoil her way too much."

The culprits exchanged glances, as if conversing through telepathy. Ayra nodded at Ahan and stepped up to his rescue. "Dadda was juss helping me, Mamma. Pwease don't be mad." She batted her big eyelashes with her signature pout, knowing very well the effect it had on everyone.

"Your Nanna would be here anytime," Ashiya grabbed all the makeup from Ayra's hands and started putting them in place. "Wait for me inside the bathroom, I'll come and wash you up."

"Where is she going?" Ahan got up to help his wife.

Ashiya slapped his hand and gestured to him to clean his face first. "Ayra is going to stay with Ammi for some days since her school is off."

"Oh, " Ahan mouthed, "so that means we'll have the house to ourselves, right?" A mischievous smirk appeared on his face, making Ashiya roll her eyes. "I'll make sure that we spend some quality time with each other."

She turned to him and saw him, his face a mess but still cute to look at. Controlling the urge to ruffle his hair, she put on a straight expression, "Wash your face or else I'll make sure not to let you touch me for one whole week."

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Ashiya kissed Ayra's cheek, bidding her farewell and watching her leave with Saba. She closed the door and sighed. She felt a little relaxed. Not to sound like a bad mother, but sometimes she really craved a little break from her now changed life. No doubt she loved and adored Ayra like any mother would, but sometimes the responsibilities and hectic schedule of motherhood left her exhausted. She had been wanting to have that break since long and now that it was here, she felt kind of relieved.

Ahan was stretching his muscles when his wife entered their bedroom, with his back turned towards her. He moved his shoulders to shake off the soreness that he had developed after a tiring week at work. Ashiya halted on her steps as she admired the view. The thin blue shirt that he wore did nothing to hide the toned structure of his back.

To say that she found him hot would be an understatement. He was breathtaking. His body was everything that made a man look sexy.  He was tall, with broad shoulders, lean waist and abs that looked rock hard. Anyone who looked at him could tell that the man worked out.

Ashiya bit her lip, enjoying the view. She had wanted to have a good nap when she stepped inside but whether her intention was still the same or not, she didn't know. "Done staring?" Ahan's silky voice startled her and she looked down, a little embarrassed.

He was now facing her, his gaze full of mirth. Ashiya walked deeper inside the room and past him to keep her phone on the couch. His eyes followed her. She was wearing a baggy shirt that engulfed all her curves and her hair was down to her waist. Her trousers reached just below her knees and her overall look suggested that she was hardly past her teenage. Ahan chuckled.

"What?" She questioned suspiciously.

He shook his head, "Nothing." She frowned and then noticed his hair. They had grown a little longer, telling her that he had been busy lately, so much so that he didn't get the time to groom himself properly.

She sauntered to him to have a better look. His face was pale as always and eyes fixated on hers. "Is everything okay at work?" Her voice held concern.

Ahan's heart warmed up as he noticed the amount of care his wife felt for him. He smiled, "Everything is good. A little chaotic, but in a good way, so don't worry."

Ashiya nodded and then smiled. She let her hand reach his hair and messed it. "Get a proper haircut," she spoke and received a nod in response. Ahan's hand covered hers and and brought the inside of her palm to his lips. Ashiya giggled, feeling ticklish. She then inched closer and stood on her toes to kiss him.

"More," Ahan pouted when Ashiya pulled back. She rolled her eyes but kissed him again nonetheless. She felt extra affectionate towards him at that moment.

Ahan thought that she would retreat but he was surprised when he felt her lips on his jaw. They were soft and feathery, but still enough to flutter his heart. Her mouth descended to his neck and shoulders. His skin was smooth and creamy. She licked her lips before placing them on his collarbone and felt him stiffening.

She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid them off his shoulders. His chest greeted her followed by his washboard abs. Damn, he was sexy.

"Ab?" She could hear the tease in his tone and it made her blush. Placing a strand of hair behind her ear, she inhaled sharply as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Her head was right next to his heart and she could hear it beating fast. Smiling, she kissed him there. And then the entire span of his chest.

A groan escaped him when she went lower. She was now on her knees, showering his abs with kisses. Ahan studied his wife, anticipating her next move. She looked up and met his dark stare. Her hands moved to his pants and as soon as she touched the zipper over there, he decided to interfere.

"That's enough for now," he grabbed her shoulders and made her stand. Her big eyes looked at him in confusion and Ahan wondered how she managed to look so innocent after almost stripping and seducing him like a trained seductress.

"Why?" Ashiya whined. "Did you not like it?"

Ahan shook his head, "It's not that."

Ashiya raised her eyebrow at him,"Oh, I see. I guess you don't have the strength to keep up with me today." Her subconscious smirked at her when she saw Ahan's expression. She knew very well which buttons to press on to rile her husband up. His orbs were now darker than before, promising everything she wanted to feel at the moment.

He pushed her against the wall and slammed his mouth against her, taking her breath away. He was rough and she liked it. "You shouldn't doubt my strength after all the times you screamed my name at nights, " he gave a hard bite on her lower lip. "Don't you remember how you were literally begging me to have mercy on you last night?"

Ashiya's mouth hung low. She was speechless after hearing those lewd comments. But she wanted to play so she dared to take it further. "No," she whispered.

"No what?"

"I don't remember," she bit her lip and blinked at him. The effect was as expected.

In an instant, she was lifted up, her legs straddling his hips and arms snaked around his neck. "You asked for it," Ahan hoarsely grazed her ear and heard her moan.

Ashiya's brain stopped functioning and her eyes rolled back under Ahan taking control of her body and mind. Hunger, passion and aggression blurred their thoughts and the couple drowned themselves in the ocean of pleasure, slumping in temptation and desire.

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"Do you wanna go somewhere nice?" Ahan asked as Ashiya played with his hair. His head was on her bosom, and his arms wrapped around her waist. After a tiring session, the couple were now in their bed, cuddling and just talking about random stuff.

"Sure," Ashiya nodded, "where to?"

"I don't know,"  he shrugged. His index finger grazed the purple mark on her shoulder and he realised that it was his doing. "I have told you so many times to stop me when things get too much."

"It's not painful," Ashiya took his hand and intertwined his fingers with hers to distract him. "Plus, I like it when you lose control. It's a rare sight," she winked at him.

Ahan tsked, "The little kitten who once used to blush at almost everything has grown into a bold lioness, I see."

"Have learned it from the best," she grinned and put a finger on Ahan's lips when he tried to kiss her, making him frown. "Tell me, where are we going? Oh, take me to the zoo."

"We could go to some good restaurant, you know," Ahan started to get up. "And what is the need to go to the zoo? If you want then you can have a look in the mirror and get entertained," he smirked when he saw Ashiya registering his words. The memory of their bickering hitting and flustering her.

"Excuse me?" she folded her arms and played along, "you surely know how to behave with your gues-  I mean wife."

"Just trying to help you."

They looked at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter, their happy sounds filling the room. Just how far they had come in their journey, from strangers to spouses, from being unable to stand each other to vowing to stick together in every step of life, from not wanting to see each other's face to seeing it the first thing in the morning.

Ahan bent down and picked Ashiya in his arms, making her squeal. "What the- what are you doing?"

"Taking you to the shower."

Ashiya's arms encircled his neck and she gave him a quick peck. Ahan carried her to the bathroom and as he went to stand under the shower, intending to put Ashiya on her feet, she suddenly switched the shower on. "My jinnat," she giggled. The water came running, wetting them as Ahan sighed and shook his head in disbelief.

"My troublemaker," he laughed nonetheless before pulling her to capture her lips in a sweet and unending kiss.

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And it's done.

First of all, thank you. To all the people who took out time to read Mr Perfect and Miss Troublemaker, you guys have my heart. I had started writing this with zero expectations. I remember having less than 100 views on the first ten chapters and thinking I'd hardly have any audience for this. It took around one year for the book to finally attract some attention.

My readers, my beautiful readers, especially the ones who left comments under the chapters, you people are so nice. And FUNNY! I swear your sense of humour never fails to amaze me.

Some of my Wattpad followers started following me on Instagram and they even told me how much they love the story of Ashiya and Ahan. You have no idea how happy I feel when somebody tells me such a thing.

Alhamdulillah, now that this book is complete, I'll focus on the next one. Till then, bbye and love you.

Oh! I almost forgot... The first chapter of No Conditions, Whatsoever will be posted in less than 24 hours. Enjoy 🫰