53: the black saree

Happy 60k reads *kisses*

Target: 100+ votes

AALIYANA'S POV:

I slept while waiting for him. I was ignoring him all day long. I kinda feel bad but it's okay. I'm getting freshened up for the day. I was standing near the dressing table fixing my hair. When I felt him at my back. I returned he was way too close to me. Our eyes made contact. My sight fell on his lips. It refreshed the memory of our kiss. Oh my god, No, Aaliyana don't go there. Just don't!

My sight fell on him. He had a smirk on his face. Why isn't my vision under my control? ugh.

"Be ready we'll be leaving for the penthouse because we need to attend a business party tomorrow the venue is near the penthouse," he informed, I simply nodded.

I decided to pack clothes for the business party. But he didn't tell me what to wear. I guess have to talk to Noor. I dialed her number, she picked within three rings, and she told me her insane idea.

"Look Aaliyana, this is a great opportunity. I guess you should wear that black saree and I know for sure Zaviyaar won't be able to resist you and maybe he ahem ahem," she made a plan.

"So you're indirectly saying that I've to seduce him," I was shocked.

"Of course my love, you are so intelligent," she said making me blush.

"Don't blush Aaliyana. And do wear that black saree," she said while ending the call. She couldn't talk more as she had her shoot.

I took out the saree from the closet. Noor was the one who gifted me this as my wedding gift and I never got a chance to wear this, I don't know why. I took out some of the makeup and skincare, that was required and kept the all things in a bag. I was making notes mentally to see if I was forgetting something, and I remembered; my heels. I almost forgot them. I packed them too. I didn't want to omit anything.

Zaviyaar came, and I noticed something was different about his appearance; he was not wearing his arm-sling pouch. He was holding an ointment in his other hand. He sat on the bed, I was standing at the entrance of our wardrobe in such a way that he couldn't see me. He opened the ointment and he applied it; tried to apply. It winced not once, not twice but thrice. Seeing him hiss in pain I couldn't bear it and moved towards him. He was still trying to apply it.

"Wait, let me help you," I said and he looked at me. I took ointment from him and started applying it. He winced again my hands stopped their movement.

"Is it hurting?" I felt sorry. He lightly nodded his head. I got a thinking into my mind, it ain't that hard to apply an ointment from one hand. Was he pretending it?

He better not be. Huh!

I was done applying it and he told me to let's go. We went to the penthouse house the ride was awkwardly quiet. He wasn't driving; as his hand was not in good condition. We reached the penthouse and the flashbacks were pounding from that night. Tears collected in my eyes but I controlled them. I didn't want them to fall.

It was nearly 5 pm when I heard a bell. I unlocked the door it was the delivery guy. He came with food. I dished out it and served it. I was about to call him but he entered the hall. We had food in full silence. It was killing me. Why is he not talking to me?

I was the one who should be ignoring him not him though. But then he decided to speak and broke the silence that was lingering between us.

"It would be better if you wore party wear," he said.

I nodded.

⋆.˚✮˖ .✮˚.⋆

THE NEXT AFTERNOON.

It's the business party day. I'm kinda excited and nervous I don't know why but I guess I know I woke up late as I couldn't sleep last night. I was thinking about myself adorned in that gorgeous black saree, and Zaviyaar's reaction to it. What if we never make it to the party? Let us not get there for now.

It was almost 2 pm I need get ready by 6 pm so most probably I'll start getting ready by 3 or 4. Zaviyaar was not in the room. I moved out of the room to look for him. I passed by another room of the penthouse and I heard the shower was on. He was taking the shower, I went to the kitchen to grab something to eat as I wanted to munch something.

Exploring the kitchen for almost 15 minutes, I found a packet of peanuts, nothing else. I was going toward our room but my sight caught the attention of Zaviyaar; he was shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist. I eye-fucked him while standing there only, his body is just too perfect.

He was trying to apply an antiseptic cream on his wounds which were on his back. I could see him trying hard. I went near him. It was the second time I had seen him shirtless from this close. I felt a whole zoo dancing in my belly, I tried to calm them down but it wasn't helping.

"Ye packet ap pakro wo mujhe do," I handed him the packet and took the ointment from him.

(Hold this and give me that.)

"Main karlo ga," he presisted.

(I'll do it.)

"Maine apse nhi poucha," I replied sharply. He couldn't say anything.

(I didn't ask.)

I started applying the cream on this back. I imagined my nails—. "Aaliyana stop reading smut on that orange app. It ain't good," a voice from inside mocked me. I carefully applied the ointment. He didn't wince, he was trying to be strong.

Huh!

I was done spreading the cream on his wounds. I took my packet from him and stood up to move, I felt he stood too behind my back. I took a step but to my fate, my ankle twisted and I was about to fall onto the bed, but I held his hand.

Now not only me he too fell with me; on me. He was hovering over me. I could feel the heat of my body. He tucked the strands of my hair behind my ear as they were blocking his view. Zaviyaar has a pretty face. My eyes couldn't get off his sharp features. He looked right into my eyes. I was melting under his gaze. I sensed my south getting wet only by his vision. My vision traveled down to his lips, oh my goodness, I wanted to kiss them. The heat of our bodies was too much to handle.

I looked at him he was looking at me with his burning gaze. He leaned in for a kiss, I was about to close my eyes. When his phone rang spoiling our moment. He moved away cursing under his breath. I moved out of the room.

ZAVIYAAR'S POV:

I have decided to talk to Aaliyana today no matter what. I was trying to a bring reaction out of her to see if she still cared about and obviously, she did. The way she applied ointment on my arm. I could have applied it by myself but I winced intentionally, and her expression mutated into soft and hurt. She had pain in her eyes for me.

A sudden business party came up and I had to attend with Aaliyana. We are heading towards the penthouse. The night flashed in front of my eyes, my heart clenched. I dusted off the feeling. We didn't talk at all. We had lunch; which I had ordered in completely awkward silence. The day went back by fast.

We didn't talk much, I'll talk to her tomorrow. She moved a lot in her sleep. I woke up before her and made breakfast for us. I was serving breakfast when she came. We ate in complete silence.

Why ain't she talking to me? This isn't done.

After a while, I went to take a shower. I came out with a towel on my waist hiding my lower body. I took out antiseptic ointment to apply it to my back, as it has some wounds on it.  It was really hard but then my wife came to the rescue, I persisted but she didn't listen to me.

She was about to go when we both fell on the bed. Her lips looked appetizing, I was about to kiss her but my phone rang, breaking our intimacy. I cursed under my breath and picked up the call.

AALIYANA'S POV:

I was already late. I took a shower and moved out of the washroom, dried my hair, and started doing my makeup. I didn't go for a bold look, instead, I did a nude makeup look but I went with a bold red-colored lipstick. I was already in the blouse of the saree. I wore the whole saree and stood in front of the mirror, informing I looked pretty. The saree was hugging me at the very right point possible. I felt rebellious after wearing it. I hope my plan works.

I dialed Noor's number. She picked it.

"Broo Zaviyaar is soo dead. I don't think you guys will make it to the party." This is what she said maybe she is just exaggerating. I called Malaika but she didn't pick it up.

I went downstairs. He was sitting on the sofa. His gaze dropped to mine, he looked away but then looked back at me. I gulped because his eyes turned black and I was getting nervous. They grew darker. Talking about how he looks he looked hot handsome sexy what not because he's my man? Of course, he is. All mine.

These muscles are poking from his shirt. He was sitting on the sofa with one phone in his hand and his blazer lying beside him. His legs are apart from each other He's hot.

AUTHOR'S POV:

She was descending the stairs when Zaviyaar's gaze fell on her. He wasn't able to breathe. She was looking deadly exquisite. Zaviyaar doesn't think they will be heading to the party anymore. She reached towards him and snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Look this time you forgot to breathe Mister Husband," she smirked. He could see her bare waist, through the saree's thin clothe. He couldn't lift his gaze from her. She was looking at all his.

All his.

She turned around and started walking. He didn't know where was she going his gaze fell on her half-bare back; her straight shiny silky hair was covering it. Her blouse was backless. She took her hair and put them on her shoulder revealing her whole back to view. A view he could die for.

"Fuck," he mumbled. His buddy down there wasn't relaxing at all. He couldn't breathe. Aaliyana knew what she was doing. He almost walked towards her taking huge steps and pinned her to the wall.

"Are you trying to seduce me sweetheart if yes, then it worked," he said having a smirk on my face. She was nervous. She gulped.

"Le-lets g-go we are getting late." she tried to escape. He caged her with his arms, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"What's the hurry?" he tucked strands behind her ear. Her chest heaved up and down due to their proximity.

"Mr. Husband you should behave the way you were behaving with me earlier because you are only a husband nothing else to me," she snapped at him.

"That's why you are wearing that ring," he caressed the ring while holding her hand.

She was embarrassed.

"Let's go we are getting late," she said

"We aren't attending any party," he announced.

"Ap meray see baat na karo ab," Aaliyana was annoyed.

(Don't talk to me now.)

"Hn bohut bura hu, janta hu gussa karna hai karlo ais tarah baat karna tu na churo, bas mujhe maaf kardo," he hugs her close. (I know, I'm bad, shout as much as you want but talk to me.)

She was too shocked by his words.

"Aaliyana I'm sorry," he said looking at her she looked at me with her soft eyes. She placed her head on his chest feeling his heartbeat, getting the comfort she longed for. She hugged him.

"Zaviyaar don't be sorry I should be the one saying sorry not you," she was guilty. He broke their hug and was about the explain when she stopped him.

"Don't Zayyan told me everything," she revealed.

AALIYANA'S POV:

"Zaviyaar," I said he was continuously looking at me

He hummed.

"Zaviyaar I want to tell you that Iloveyousomuch and I can't livewithoutyou," I said in one breath with my head ducked down. I wanted to say a lot but I was out of words so this is what came into my mind and I said it.

"Wait wait Aaliyana you just said I love you for the very first time," he said excitedly

I giggled.

"Ullu ke patte," I said this brought a lot of flashbacks of the way I bumped into him.

(Son of an owl.)

"What did you call me?" he was shocked.

"Ullu ke phatte, I named you this when you bumped into me," I said.

(Son of an owl.)

"Ullu ka Patta tu cute hota hai ais ka Matlab main apko cute lagta hoon," I giggled again.

(Son of an owl is cute, so you find me cute?)

"Just keep giggling, and I will continue falling in love with you," he said, looking into my eyes. I wanted to ask something.

"Can I ask you something?" He nodded and he didn't break eye contact.

"Zaviyaar you told me that you had a crush but I don't remember meeting you before that day at the mall," I wanted to know. He moved towards the couch and gestured for me to sit.

"Almost three years back when I came to pick up Malaika from the cafe, she was there with you. I saw you for the first time and I fell for you. I didn't have strong feelings back then as I didn't understand the concept of love at first sight but you were my love at first and after that,

Malaika told me that you were going abroad. I was helpless. I left things to my fate and my destiny led me to you," he narrated the all story and kissed my forehead. I looked at him with my dreamy eyes. He had a crush on me for three years.

"That's so cute," I found it cute. His phone rang. I guess it was Azlaan.

"That's great," he said on the call he ended the call.

"The party got canceled," he said

There was this peaceful silence between us. Nothing seemed odd. I looked towards him and he was already looking at me. I felt his cold hands on my bare waist. He pulled me close to close, not even allowing the air to pass between us. I felt shivers down my spine.

I broke the eye contact. He made me look at him. His index finger is under my chin. He was looking so freaking hot. I lost myself and kissed him. He kissed me back. He carried me to the room in the bridal style. I know where this was going. Do I regret it?  Not at all.

I broke the eye contact. He made me look at him. His index finger is under my chin. He was looking so freaking hot. I lost myself and kissed him. He kissed me back. He carried me to the room in the bridal style. I know where this was going. Do I regret it?  Not at all.

"Let us recreate the things you read in your erotic novels," he whispered in my earlobe. I felt his warm breath making me shiver. His husky voice was enough to make me turn on for him.

He pressed his lips on mine. Turning the kiss into a passionate one. He was dominant. I was trying to match his pace but, was failing. He broke the kiss when we were breathless. He moved toward my collarbone leaving open-mouth kisses. My chest heaved up and down. My back arched.

"Do you want me to stop?" his hand moved.

"No, umhh... Don't.... ummm,.. stop," I gave him my consent.

Soon the room was filled with our moans and groans. We made love to each other the whole night. A never-ending night in our lives. A promise was made. We took our relationship one step ahead. All I wanted was him with me life-long.

A night of love-making.

⋆.˚✮˖ .✮˚.⋆

I moved in my sleep when I felt sun rays dancing on my face. I opened my eyes to see him by my side a smile crept on my lips thinking about last night. I blushed hard.

I was in his hoodie which smelled like him, he made me wear it as I didn't bring extra clothes with me. I snuggled into him. He stirred in his sleep then he woke up. I was clinging on to him like a koala bear.

"Good morning sweetheart," he said pecking the crown of my head.

"Morning," I said snuggling more into him as if I could more.

"Wake up we have to go back home," he caressed my hair.

"What's the time?" I questioned him my eyes closed.

"It's almost 3 in the noon," he answered me.

I was shocked after hearing the time. How could we sleep this much? I got from the bed and hissed because of the sudden movement.

"You okay?" Zaviyaar was worried.

"Apki waja see hai ye sab," I huffed. He smirked and I rolled my eyes at him.

(It's because of you only.)

Zaviyaar, again smirked while looking at me. I looked at his 'What's wrong' eyes. He moved out of bed and moved toward me.

"My hoodie looks more good on you than me," he said moving toward me.

Then I realized I was in his hoodie which reached my mid thigh. I wasn't wearing underneath it. I was a blushing mess. I was about to run into the washroom when he pulled me towards him, our chests collided radiating the heat from our bodies.

He looked at me and started nibbling on my lower lip. He showed his tongue into my mouth devouring an inch of it. He took me to bed and hovered over me.

After our morning session, we took a bath and left for our home. The day went by fast. We were spending time with each other. This was what we needed just a moment with each other. We both knew we loved each other. Maybe this is what love is!

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

I'll try to upload the next chapter right after finishing editing. *Kisses*

Follow me on Instagram for spoilers of upcoming chapters *you'll get a glimpse of ending*

Ignore if you find any mistake as English isn't my first language.

Lots of love,

Zaar <3