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Isiliye toh tumse pyaar har pal  badhta hain!!

Mustafa was lost in the beauty of his hoor, he was still nit believing that eira, the one who left him with  broken heart was laid on his bed sleeping soundly.

The scars did their work on her soft, tender milky like skin, her wrists, ankles and cheeks were bruised.

However she took a long shower even when all said that it might not good for the wounds but she was being stubborn and went for it.

Till now, they didn't exchange any words, although they would glance every now or then but didn't utter a word for each other Or to each other.

Well, Mustafa was back to the day when eira stepped in the house as his wife that night he couldn't sleep and was staring at her like he is doing now.

Eira was an exceptional case, she could feel butterflies in her stomach when she entered the room after fifteen days. Oh! How she spent those nights without her janab only she and God knows. How much she missed this smell of her janab and being on the  same bed which was covered with a manly smell of her husband

She was now laid on the bed sleeping or more like pretending. She know Mustafa will keep looking at her all night like she some sort of thing which Mustafa is possess about. Well he is.

She could feel his heated gaze but didn't made any movement waiting for him. But seem like he won't.

Eira sighed and sat straight on the bed and asked straight forward.

"What the matter?" She kept her voice stern. Mustafa lost the ability to breath. He frozed for a second but soon over came  and looked away coughing weekly and shook his head. Covered his lips with a hand.

Eira hesitantly kept her small soft hand over his big rough one which was kept on his thigh and current passed through thier body.

Mustafa looked at thier hands than at her bewildered at her move but his eyes locked with hers which showed how much of love she has for him.

The same eyes which he missed every night and asked Almighty to see these again. It was as if he was granted his favorite gift.

"Why you didn't said me? "Eira asked in low voice. Her eyes welled up.

"You never gave me a chance to say" Mustafa said in heavy voice as if controlling his emotions.

"You would have forced me." She said

"You would have asked me"he replied

"You would have come to me"she said

"You would have called me"he replied

"You would have slapped me"she said

"You would have slaughter me" He replied

"Uff Allah!!" Eira whined and kept her hugged him but hissed due to her neck wound and moved back.

Mustafa leaned  to looked at her wound, eira froze and her breath hitched when he came too close to her and his shampoo smell waft around eira. She gulped and Mustafa sighed and looked in her eyes with a relaxed features.

Their faces were inches away eira's breathing fanned mustafa's chin, nose almost touching eira gripped on his hand tighten which brought Mustafa to the earth  and he took  in a sharp breath and moved back on his feet.

The air in room was heavy and was drop silent and the breathing competition continued for a minute.

"If you need anything I will be down stairs, and fresh n up than call me I will come than we can go down for lunch." Saying Mustafa walked out of the room and released the breath than walked  down.

Eira pout and than walked slowly to the washroom and washed her face and changed in something more loose and comfortable than tried to walk down.

Eira thought that he would at least peck but this man is too un romantic she was so irritated by his move that she walked down without calling him.

When she was almost down and came in view of ammi she gasped loudly and rushed to eira and support her to climb down next two steps carefully.

Eira grinned and kept her kissed her cheek they both smiled and walked to the dinning area where eira sat on her usual chair sipping thr water and slowly one by one everyone came sat.

Mustafa came last and sat beside his hoor. She rolled her eyes and looked away.

They all were talking and discussing when eira looked at Mustafa from the corner of her eyes to see him eating like a hungry man who had not eaten for about a decade she fumed.

"Amma when are we returning home?" Eira asked keeping her voice in check, everyone snapped to her direction.

"You-"

"I will! Say Amma when are we leaving? "She interrupted Mustafa and repeated  her question.

"Eira.... "

"What can't I even go and get my belongings? "She asked shoting a glare to Mustafa. Everyone relased a breath of relief.

"I will get-"

"Mera nikkah tumse hua ya tumhare bhai se? "Mustafa choked on his morsel and looked at her to find her already glaring him?

"Kya hua eira? " Baba asked

"Baba aap yeh inse hi puchlein, sab ne baath ki par yeh janab ke tever hi khatm nahi hore. Jabse se aayi ho tabhse sirf itna hi kaha hai ki agar kuch chahiye toh kehna lekin woh kaam bhi ammi ne kiya. Yeh koi baath hui aman tumhi kaho! "Eira kept saying and asked aman at last. Aman gulped and looked to eira than Mustafa.

"Eira....the thing is Mustafa might be nervous." Aman tried to reason out

"Nervous! Shaadi ki raath hain kya?" Abdul snorted to get a nudge from habiba and rehan.

"Nahi baath karna toh kehdo mein Amma ke yaha chali jaungi."Eira said and  looked at Mustafa.

"Hoor..."  Mustafa breath her name

"Don't hoor me just yes or no." She warned

"No. " He answer

"Fine chalein Amma" Eira announced and stood

"Nahi! Mera matlab yes." Mustafa immediately change his answer

"Keh mein chali jaun?" Eira asked in a crackey voice and abdul tried not to laugh.

"Yes" Mustafa blurted

"Yes!!" Eira said loudly

"I mean no"

"You mean I should leave?" Eira tried her best to frustrate him

" Allah!!sit" Mustafa groaned and pulled her to make her sut on the chair.

Everyone stiffle thier laugh and looked at the rare side of Mustafa.

"You can stay....." Mustafa was interrupted by her shriek

"Can?"Eira asked in shock tone as if she was hurt by his 'can'

"You should stay hoor this your home , your library haina stay here with me." Mustafa said all confused and kept his  over her shoulder and all laughed at his frustrated form.

The room was filled with laughter and again with  eira  worth Mustafa and Mustafa worth eira.

Yeh thi inki kaabil, ke kis tarah Mustafa ne khud ko eira ke kaabil banaya and kis tarah eira ne Mustafa ko khud ke kaabil samjha.

This was the  of eira and Mustafa where they were tied in a different circumstances but walked on thier way and didn't let go of their love.

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