Chahat 9

Author's POV

After their little intimate moment, the earth moved fast and it was already another day. Unlike the previous day where everyone was nervous, today was a rather relaxed day. Mr. Alam was gloomy, the apple of his eye was leaving him to start a new life. He had woken up early to pray for her future and he later on went through the albums containing Hoorain's pictures when she was young. (A/N: This is so cliche.)

The day started with everyone waking up to the chirping of birds. Hoorain woke up earlier than usual. Last night was still stuck in her head, filling her stomach with butterflies whenever she remembered the feel of Asfandyar's lips on her neck. If he was this desperate when she wasn't even with him then she wondered what he would do tonight. The thought alone had her red.

Hoorain had her breakfast and was talking with Jaziba who was her bridesmaid when the makeup artist arrived and they started working on Hoorain. Her dress was already in her room and it was a dark red/maroon coloured dress. She had always loved old traditional types of dresses and this dress screamed that.

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Asfandyar had slept a peaceful night. Although he wished for Hoorain to be with him, he convinced himself it was just this night, the next night he would not be alone anymore. His morning started just like any other, his mansion was decorated in bright lights that would shine at night reflecting on him and the love of his life.

He skipped gym today, he didn't feel like doing it and made his way down for breakfast. Downstairs he met with Bee jaan, who blessed him and started serving him his breakfast.

"Aur phir Asfandyar miyaan, khush hain aap?" Bee jaan teased him by shoving him a little. (So Mr. Asfandyar, are you happy?)

A smile broke out on Asfandyar's face, "Ap batayein Bee jaan. Aapko kya lagta he?" He continued this little teasing session. (You tell me Bee jaan. What do you think?)

"Hmm. Mujhe to taras he Hoorain bichari tum jese ke sath phas rahi he. Bichari bachi" Bee jaan made a sorrowful face when in reality she was really happy on the inside. A laugh broke out from her seeing the little look Asfandyar gave her. Just like that the morning started on a good note.(Hmm. I feel bad for Hoorain as she is stuck with someone like you. Poor girl.)

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The venue was packed with guests ranging from close family and friends to business associates. The event had slowly started, although the stars of the evening were still missing. After all it was a desi wedding and desi weddings are incomplete without two things, a late barat and the gossip aunties.

Hoorain was in the bridal room of the venue upstairs, she was waiting for the barat to arrive. She had Jaziba with her who was constantly calling Aariz asking him where they were. The only response she got was "Aa rahe hein" and "Raste men hein". The venue wasn't even that far, one could go back and forth six times in the time they were taking.

Mr. and Mrs. Mir were already present, everyone was just waiting for Asfandyar. When they finally arrived, Hoorain had been shifted downstairs towards the stage. She looked enchanting. Asfandyar entered the venue beside his groomsmen and was swarmed with falling rose petals by the cousins and friends of the bride.

He parted from the people and looked at Hoorain. He was awestruck from her beauty. He knew red would look good on her but he didn't know she would look absolutely ravishing. Her nickname 'Hoor' was actually what she looked like. (A/N: She's a fictional character but I felt the need to say Mashallah.)

Asfandyar muttered a low 'mashallah' and continued advancing towards the stage. His eyes had softened and he couldn't look away. Just when he thought he couldn't look away, his eyes were blinded with flash and his eyes had to narrow. He looked again and now he couldn't see his Ain but just the flash of the cameraman. He regained his posture and muttered, 'stupid cameraman' under his breath.

By this time, they had reached the stage and he went on the stage and was seated beside Hoorain. He sat straight, making sure not to be too close yet not too far from Hoorain. The cameraman started taking pictures as people filed on the stage to take a good picture with the stunning couple. The dark theme of the wedding was mesmerizing, everyone could feel the love of Asfandyar and Hoorain in the air.

Soon enough the food was served and the bride and groom were left alone. Asfandyar turned to Hoorain and held the hand lightly, the small gesture made Hoorain stiffen and turned towards him with wide eyes. "Bahut khubsurat lag rahi ho, mashallah." Asfandyar said, gazing into her orbs. (You look very beautiful, mashallah.)

"Shukriya, aap bhi bahut ache lag rahe hen." Hoorain replied shyly as she tried hard to take her hand away from him. (Thank you, you are looking good too.)

"Hmm." Asfandyar hummed while looking at her in deep thoughts. He was busy looking at her when he realized that she was trying to take her hand away from him. "Kya kar rahi ho." He asked motioning towards their intertwined hands (What are you doing?)

"Ap mera hath choorain please, sab dekh rahe hen." Hoorain replied, feeling kind of embarrassed about showing public affection. 'How dare he ask me that? I don't want to tell him I am shy.' Hoorain thought (Please leave my hand, everyone is watching.)

"Sab dekh rahe hain toh dekhne do, meri hi biwi ho. Apni biwi ka hi hath pakra howa he, koi jurm to nahi kia." Asfandyar replied, not getting her point of view on the situation. He watched as Hoorain's face turned pink as she gazed at him in disbelief. He finally realized that his little bride was shy. (Let everyone watch, you are my wife. I'm just holding my wife's hand, not committing a crime.)

He let out a small laugh seeing her struggling to take her hand away. He decided to let her go and left her hand. "Tumne kuch khaya he?" Asfandyar asked as he thought that she might not have eaten anything. (Did you eat something?)

Hoorain shook her head in negative and the next second she felt Asfandyar call Jaziba's fiance, Aariz. He whispered something in his ear and sent him off. He turned back to Hoorain and asked, "Tum idhr kha lo gi ya phir room men jana pasand kro gi?" (Are you ok with eating here or would you like to go in the room?)

"Nahi it's ok, men baad men kha loon gi. Makeup artist ne khane se mana kiya tha." Hoorain replied to him making hand motions. (No it's ok, I will eat later. The makeup artist forbade me to eat.)

"Mene ye nahi poocha, wese bhi makeup artist kon hoti he tumhe rokne wali." Asfandyar replied a little sternly, not liking her denying not eating. (I didn't ask that, plus who even is the makeup artist to stop you from eating.)

Hoorain sighed knowing she can't win. "Men room men jana pasand karoon gi." With that being said, Asfandyar told Aariz to bring the food to the room and helped her with her lehenga and they were going towards the room when they met with Mrs. Alam and Mrs. Mir who were engaging in a conversation but stopped seeing Hoorain and Asfandyar.

"Beta ap log kidhar jaa rahe ho?" Mrs. Mir asked. (Son, where are you guys going?)

"Ammi, wo Hoorain ne kuch khaya nahi hai to usse men room men chor raha hoon taake wo kuch kha le phir photoshoot bhi honi he to bahut late ho jana he" Asfandyar replied to Mrs. Mir's question. (Mom, Hoorain hasn't eaten anything so I am taking her to the room so that she can eat something before the photoshoot starts. The photoshoot is going to be long so it will get late otherwise.)

Mrs. Mir and Mrs. Alam's face adorned a smile hearing Asfandyar, his caring attitude towards Hoorain was very heartwarming. "Ye to bahut achi baat, theek he ap Hoorain ko le jao. Agr kisi cheez ki zaroorat ho to mujhe pooch lena." Mrs. Mir passed a smile to the couple as she dismissed them not wanting to hold them any longer. (That's very good, you should take Hoorain quickly. If you need anything, you can ask me.)

Asfandyar quickly nodded and left. They reached the room which already had a bunch of food set on the table. He settled Hoorain's lehenga as she sat on the couch and made a phone call. He sat beside her, watching her eat. After a while it got very awkward with Asfandyar just staring at Hoorain like a creep. (A/N: There's that one dude who will stare at you like a creep, but he might not be the love of your life loll.)

Hoorain stopped and turned her head towards Asfandyar and raised her brows as if asking what's wrong who in return just chuckled and shook his head. Their moment was disturbed by someone bangung the door. He opened the door and saw Jaziba holding what he ordered. He gave her a questionable look, she wasn't who he was expecting.

"Um.... wo Aariz ko kuch kaam tha is waja se main aayi hoon." Jaziba replied quickly not wanting to raise suspicion. (Um....Aariz had some work which is why I'm here instead of him.)

Asfandyar nodded and took the thing and let her enter. Hoorain was done with her food and was wiping her mouth and hand when she saw Jaziba, she squealed and opened her arms motioning her to hug her to which Jaziba happily complied.

Asfandyar cleared his throat not liking the extra attention Jaziba was receiving. The two girls parted and Asfandyar went and sat right beside Hoorain. He pulled the 'thing' out to reveal.....cookie and cream ice cream.

He grabbed a spoon and opened the lid, taking a spoon full out and holding the spoon to Hoorain's mouth. She was caught off guard and slowly parted her lips. He gently inserted the spoon in her mouth and she took the ice cream, all the while staring into his eyes.

He removed the spoon but his eyes were still on the two rose petals that had little remains of cookie and cream ice cream. Oh how he wanted to wipe the ice cream with his own-

"Ehem Ehem...." Jaziba intertwined just in time. Asfandyar and Hoorain looked towards her like deers in headlights. Finally realizing the situation, he averted his gaze and left the room.

Hoorain on the other hand was completely red, embarrassed that her friend witnessed their little moment. Jaziba on the other hand was grinning more like smirking as she stalked towards her friend, "Aye Hayeeee, abhi se....." Jaziba hooted.

"Shut up" Hoorain said, lightly rolling her eyes while having a smile as wide as the pacific ocean.

Hoorain was escorted back to the hall for the photoshoot and everything a while later.

(A/N: Alr so this what I thought. Honestly not too bad, it goes with the dark theme I wanted to go for although I wished they could've matched like the bride and the groom's fit a bit. I DON'T LIKE THE GROOM'S FIT. Could've been better but I'm sorrryyyy this is the only thing I found. I might post some ideas on the insta profile so you might like to check that out )

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It was now that dreadful time, the time where you had to say goodbye, the hardest part. Mrs. Alam was already a crying mess, so was Hoorain. Mr. Alam had tears in his eyes but he did not want them to fall so he just kept on blinking his eyes. (A/N: I always think about how awkward it must be for the groom during the rukhsati, like everyone's crying and he's just there like 🤡)

Asfandyar tried reassuring Hoorain through gestures like small hand squeezes. After a lot of goodbye they finally got in the car and drove away to Asfandyar's mansion. Hoorain was still sniffing but she was trying to hold her tears in front of her husband. She kept her hands on her thighs and pushed down trying to control the sniffs.

She was facing the window when she felt a hand on top of her hand and thigh. She whipped around to see Asfandyar's hand reaching out from the driver's seat to her thigh. He picked up her hand and intertwined their fingers as he kissed the back of her hand, eyes still on the road. He kept holding her hand till the end of the ride.

The silence between them was oddly comforting. They soon reached the house and were immediately greeted by Bee Jaan who left the wedding early. She escorted Hoorain to Asfandyar's bedroom which was dark but was decorated with rose petals and there was a beautiful scent....like sandalwood. (A/N:idk anything about scents, I'm hoping this is a good one.)

His room had three doors excluding the entrance, one led to a balcony, the other was for the bathroom and the third one was for the closet she guessed. Bee jaan settled her down on his bed like a bride with her lehenga spread out, as the dark sheets wrinkled underneath her.

"Mashallah, tum to bahut pyari ho. Asfandyar waqayi men bahut naseeb wala he. Wo bahut hi acha larka he, tumhara bahut khyal rakhe ga aur agr koi shikayat ho to usse uski jaga bta dena aur agr wo na ho phir niche kitchen men belan parha he" Bee jaan tried to make small talk with Hoorain, she knew the poor girl was nervous. She was spending the night with her husband for the first time, it was natural to be nervous. (Mashallah, you are very beautiful. Asfandyar really is lucky. He is a very good person, he will take care of you and if he doesn't then tell him who's the boss and if he still is stubborn then there's a rolling pin in the kitchen.)

Hoorain laughed lightly, she already liked Bee jaan. The old lady was a good company. Once Hoorain was all set Bee jaan went out, not before blessing Hoorain with countless prayers.

Hoorain was looking around the room, 'His room's dark too..meh. I wonder if he will let me change the color.' she let her thoughts wander. The opening of the door indicated someone entering the room. The alarms in her head went on alerting her that she is alone with her husband with no one else in the mansion.

She had thought about this moment a lot of times but now that it was actually here, she had no idea what she was going to say. Asfandyar walked in with a small velvet box held in his right hand as he closed the door with his left one.

He briskly walked to the bed and sat at the edge of the bed in front of Hoorain. "Assalamualaikum" Asfandyar said in his deep voice. He lifted his hand to tuck the strand of hair behind her hair from under the ghoonghat as he gazed at her with adoration.

"Wa..Walaikum..assalam" Hoorain clenched her lehenga between her small hands. Asfandyar lifted her ghoonghat that Bee jaan placed and placed a lingering kiss on his wife's forehead. His Wife. The words had so much meaning to them and the words finally found an owner, the title was finally awarded to someone. A gasped escaped from Hoorain and she tightly shut her eyes as she felt his lips on her forehead, she was still not used to this affection.

Asfandyar pulled back and finally remembered the velvet box he brought with him. "Ye tumhari umm.... mooh dikhai, meri taraf se aik chota sa tohfa for everything." He said, rubbing his neck, not knowing what to say. He had a lot to say but he just couldn't.(This is your umm.... mooh dikhai, a little gift for everything.)

He extended the box towards Hoorain and she took it from him, their fingers brushing against each other. She opened the box to reveal a beautiful set of earrings, her eyes went wide admiring the beautiful piece of jewelry. "Thank you." She whispered very lowly. She looked up from the beautiful earrings only to be met with his intense gaze.

Hoorain lowered her head, shying away from his prying eyes. Before she could fully lower her head, Asfandyar grasped her chin and tilted it upwards. "Don't ever hide your eyes from me Ain, let me see the eyes I've been longing to gaze in, to find home in." He whispered as if in a trance stroking her cheek lightly.

The comment made Hoorain blush bright pink. "Mein....mein jaa ke change kar ke ati hoon." She couldn't handle his intense gaze any longer and quickly got up leaving his hand hanging. (I....I will go and change.)

She quickly rushed to the first door and opened it to reveal the closet, she quickly shut it and turned around to see Asfandyar with an amused look on his face sitting on his bed. She embarrassingly rushed to the other door which was thankfully, a bathroom.

She shut the door, but she could still hear his throaty chuckle. On the other side of the door, Asfandyar had a moment of breakdown thinking about what happened to him with Hoorain just now. His senses were completely taken over by Hoorain and his mind was constantly chanting stuff like, 'Kiss her' 'She's your wife' 'Pleasure her'. Shaking his head, he took some clothes from his closet and went to the bathroom in the guest room to get change.

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Hoorain changed and came out with Asfandyar's shirt which was really huge on her and her pajama from before. She forgot to take clothes with her when she was going into the bathroom in a rush. She couldn't just come out looking like a mess with her hairs being everywhere, just to get her night pajamas. Instead she just found Asfandyar's shirt and decided to wear it, hoping he won't be mad at her. She was yet to learn what he does and doesn't like.

She found a hairbrush on the vanity and started brushing her hair. The room was currently empty so she guessed he might've gone to change in another room. Halfway through her hair brushing, she got distracted and went towards the balcony. The top story gave a good view of the mansion and Islamabad's lights at night. It was indeed peaceful.

Hoorain saw two veiny hands grasp the railing right beside her hands. She turned around to see Asfandyar with drops of water occasionally dripping from his wet hair indicating that he took a shower. Hoorain tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. Asfandyar's attention was diverted to her lips.

He raised his hand and stroked her bottom lip, trying to free it from the wrath of her teeth. The feel of her soft petals against his hand was amazing, he wondered what his own would feel on hers. "Can I kiss you?" Asfandyar asked randomly looking into Hoorain's eyes. She didn't respond, instead she just lowered her eyes. She didn't know how to.

This gesture was mistaken for denial and Asfandyar couldn't help but sigh.

"I am a very expressive person, Hoorain. I don't mean the kind of expressiveness as in sharing my feelings. I am expressive in the sense that I show affection to things or people that I like. And I like you, I adore you, I admire you. Heck! I love you!" Asfandyar's sudden confession caught Hoorain off guard and she gripped the railing even harder.

He continued, "I love you so much, I always have and always will. And I would like to show you my love. I won't do anything if you don't want me to but I would like you to put an effort into liking me too. I'm ready to bring down the stars for you if you ask but please give our relationship an effort." Asfandyar held her face between his hands.

"The sudden change can be very overwhelming and I will always be careful about that. But please Meri jaan try a little and have faith in us." Asfandyar said hoping to let her know that he wants them to work out.

With that, he brought her back inside and got ready for bed. Although they started their sleep on either side of the bed, they unknowingly drifted close and spent the rest of the night in each other's embrace.

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