38: kiss or a dream

Zaviyaar had specifically instructed me not to leave the place, as he would return soon. However, I urgently needed to use the washroom. As I made my way there, I noticed a waiter serving refreshing orange juice. Despite my thirst, I hesitated to drink it, considering Zaviyaar's warning about the possibility of the drinks being alcoholic. I inquired with the waiter, who assured me that the juice was non-alcoholic. Convinced, I ended up drinking not just one, but two glasses of the juice, as my thirst was quite intense. I asked him for one more as it had some kind of addicting taste, which felt good, and weird at the same time.

The drink had a unique flavor that I wasn't used to. It left a strange sensation in my throat. I had to excuse myself to go to the washroom. On my way back, I accidentally bumped into someone. They quickly apologized and introduced themselves. He was "Arslan Malik". I Shook his hand and introduced myself as Mrs Zaviyaar Aqib Khan. I was introducing myself as his wife feels so virtuous.

Proud.

At that moment I felt dizzy. My head was heavy. I found it hard to stand still and my eyes were shutting but I was trying to keep them open. Zaviyaar came and he was angry. I could, just sense it, but I wasn't in my senses properly so I couldn't say anything.

Arslan said something to him but I couldn't hear it, as I was trying to figure out what was happening to me. Zaviyaar took me outside. His grip on my wrist was tight. I didn't say anything but followed him.

"When I told you not to move then why did you go?" he questioned

"I wanted to go to the washroom," I tried to keep my eyes open.

I wasn't able to stand properly and he held me.

"Did you drink something?" he asked

"I felt thirsty, so I decided to drink a refreshing glass of orange juice. The waiter assured me that it was alcohol-free," I explained, though I found myself swaying slightly. Puzzled by the situation, I furrowed my brow in an attempt to comprehend what was going on.

"Aaliyana," he sighed, I pouted

ZAVIYAAR'S POV:

Aaliyana got drunk by chance. And I can't take her back home because what if someone sees her like this it won't be good for her and me as well. So I decided to take her to the penthouse, being the safest place. On the way back, she kept on babbling nonsense. I was continuously ignoring her but she was poking my biceps. She was looking all cute doing it.

"My husband is hot and handsome yaaya," she kept on singing, I couldn't help but blush.

"Oo now Mister Husband is blushing. Aww such a cutie patootie," she said, pulling my left cheek.

WHAT THE HELL

What is this cutie patootie?

How could she call me cute?

Anything but cute.

Soon we reached the penthouse. I took her inside. She was continuously blabbering without making any sense. She was talking in a gibberish language.

I placed her on the bed. She didn't have any clothes here so I gave her mine. This penthouse has some of my clothes. So I gave her to them. I couldn't change her because how could I? I told her to change her clothes at first she didn't pay attention so I had to shout a bit, which made her sad but yeah.  I left the room. She was still talking. She was changing her clothes when I heard her scream.

"Aaaaaaaaaa," she screamed. I burst into the room, my heart racing and my breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

She changed into my clothes but she was on the floor. Maybe she fell. I picked her up.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" I asked her

She nodded.

"Where?" I asked her

"I don't know that," she said

I sighed, she's cute.

I gently guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. As she settled down, a sense of calm washed over the room. Her petite figure looked incredibly cute in my oversized clothes, almost as if she had vanished into them. Cute.

"Zaviyaar," she called me.

I hummed.

"I love your abs and biceps," she said while giggling.

I was trying not to smile but I couldn't help it. Okay, so my little wife loves my body but won't say it. But guess what now I know it.

"Aww Mr. Husband is blushing," she said, looking at me.

I was simply looking at her antics.

"No, I'm not," I replied

"Aww my cutie patootie," she said, pulling my checks.

"Aaliyana, stop doing it," I said removing her hands.

"Now Mister Husband is angry with me," she pouted.

"My husband is hot and handsome. And has a perfect body..yayayaya..," she made a song out of it.

I was trying to ignore her.

"Mister husband looks cute while blushing," she said

Despite my repeated attempts to intervene, she persistently continued with her actions, ignoring my efforts to halt her behavior.

"I warned you, sweetheart," I said.

I just slammed my lips on hers.

Her eyes were wide open. But then she kissed me back as if she was waiting for it. I broke the kiss.

"And now don't talk," I said  as she was looking at me blinking, her eyes.

As our lips met, I felt a rush of emotions that made the moment feel almost dreamlike. It was our first kiss, and I was so caught up in the intensity of it that I feared losing control. However, deep down, I knew Aaliyana wouldn't remember it once she was sober. She was quiet for a while.

"I'm hungry," she said, looking at me.

I had a feeling that this situation would arise. Even though I could have easily ordered something, she was still recovering from food poisoning, so I prepared a homemade meal for her instead. I believe making some soup would be the best option, as it would be gentle on her stomach and help with her recovery. I got up.

"Where are you going?" she pouted.

"To make something for you," I answered

"Take me with you too," she raised her hands like kids.

When she asked me to pick her up, I obliged. Once we reached the kitchen, she settled herself onto the shelf, observing me quietly as I prepared the soup. The soup was all ready, yes I know how to cook, duh. I dished it out and again when I told her to come, she desired to pick her up.

As I lifted her in a bridal style, her weight felt light against my chest. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers gently clasping as she looked into my eyes with a mix of emotions flickering across her face.

"You have such a pretty face," I blushed. I didn't say anything.

"Did anyone ever tell, you how intimidating your eyes are? How pretty your lashes are? And these lips are so adorable," she slowly traced her fingers on my face, not knowing the effect it was leaving, her gentle touch lingered as her fingertips traced the contours of my face, leaving a soothing sensation.

"I bet your wife is lucky," I choked.

"What the Fuck Aaliyana," I yelled. Did she just forget that, she is my wife and married to me? A frown pops up on her face which soon mutates into a questioning look.

"What?" I said.

"Why did you yell at me?" her face fell.

"Aaliyana, whom you are married to?" I questioned instead of answering her.

"You,"

"Then why did you say, your wife is lucky as if you are not my wife," I explained

"Because I'm lucky, and you are pretty handsome," I blushed.

"Look you are blushing now,"

"Wait I'll bring the soup," I went out of the room.

I came downstairs to grab the soup, expecting it to be ready to eat. However, I realized that it had gotten cold, so I had to reheat it. As I stood by the stove, waiting for the soup to warm up, my mind couldn't help but dwell on the recent conversation we had. I couldn't help, but blush.

"Here you go," I gave her the soup.

"I don't want this, can we get pasta?" she said

"Aaliyana, don't be a brat and drink it like the good girl you are," I tried to stay calm.

She protested but when I shot my doggers at her she drank it like a good girl.

"Zazu," she said

What the hell?? She first called me cute and then gave me this strange nickname.

"No more nonsense talk, just sleep," I said in a stern voice.

The expression on her face quickly transitioned from one of excitement to one of profound disappointment. She was about to say something but I didn't let her say it, again, she is Aaliyana she would do everything, and you'll tell her not to.

"Can you kiss me once more," she said

I was absolutely shocked by what I just heard. I couldn't believe it and started wondering if I was actually dreaming or if what was happening was real.

"No, just sleep," I said while making her lay down on the bed.

I said no because she wasn't in her senses and she wouldn't like it when she got to know about it, and I wouldn't do it without her consent, I know I shouldn't have done it beforehand but I was helpless.

"Please," she pleaded.

I was melting but I controlled myself.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I liked it when your lips were on mine," she said, cutely with puppy eyes.

I simply placed a peck on her lips and she was happy.

Soon we drifted to sleep

Aaliyana:

The next morning:

I woke up with a pounding headache, my head throbbing in pain. As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized that I was not in our familiar bedroom, but in a luxurious penthouse with a stunning view. A sense of disorientation washed over me as I tried to piece together the events of the night before. In my mind, a blurry flashback emerged - I remembered sitting with someone, a hazy figure, and the sensation of being kissed. WHAT HE DID WHAT? HE KISSED ME.

I guess it was a dream because I knew he couldn't do that without my consent.

But

What happened last night?

The only I remember is that zaviyaar took me out of the club after that I don't what happened last night. Why are we here?

Ahh, my head, hurts.

I gazed down at my attire, only to realize that I was wearing his clothing. I couldn't help but wonder - had he changed my clothes? No, that couldn't be possible. My head was paining like hell. I was feeling someone was inserting a nail into my head. I looked around Zaviyaar was nowhere to be found.

Then I heard the clicking sound of the door opening zaviyaar was entering the room. My throat was hurting my vision was all blurry. I again rubbed my eyes, harshly.

"Stop, don't do it you'll hurt yourself," I stopped

"Aaliyana drink this," he said while passing me a lemonade.

"Why are we here?" I questioned.

"You got drunk," he revealed. I gasped putting my palm on my mouth.

"Do you remember anything?" he asked.

I shook my head, as I didn't.

"Don't put this little brain of yours under stress," he said. I'm still wondering about the dream and how my clothes changed. He again passed me the lemonade.

At first, at denied that he made me drink it, and after I asked how I ended up here he told me how I got drunk by mistake. And he also told me that I changed my clothes myself. He was telling me how I talking nonsense all night. But he didn't mention anything about the kiss. Now I believe that it was nothing just my dream because if he did that he would have told or teased me. But he didn't do anything so I guess it's just a dream.

Maybe deep down, I wanted that to be true. It's weird that do not remember anything but my dream. Maybe, I should ask him, but what if he denies it and says it was a dream that would be embarrassing? Maybe I should wait for my first kiss. But maybe that's good that it was a dream, not the reality. I sighed thanking. But what if Zaviyaar did not want to tell me because it could be embarrassing for him too, as I was drunk? Ugh I don't know

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