Yaar-e-Bereham

Chapter Fourteen

سمجھا لیا فریب سے مجھ کو آپ نے
دل سے تو پوچھ لیجئے کیوں بیقرارہے  

Samjha liya fareeb se mujh ko ap ne
Dil se toh pooch lejiye kiyun beqarar hai
~Lala Madhav Ram Jauhar

A few minutes back, a maid had knocked on our room, informing us that Abu had asked for our presence. I looked at Zain, only to find him already staring at me, his eyes throwing draggers at me.

"Tumnay kuch kaha Ammi Abu se?" He growled, his jaw flexing hard.

"Kiyun? Tum koi product ho jo manufacturers ko complain kerun gi? Keh 'ji mein nay kuch hafto pehlay yeh product liya hai, baat baat per bazu maroor raha hai or ek waqat mein toh iss product nay meri kitabay phar di, ap please zara iss product ke screw tight ker dein, yah agar return policy hai toh wo apply ker lein please'." I scoffed, spreading my duppatta neatly over my chest and looked in the mirror, making sure my hair were tidy.

"Ziada zaban nahi chalnay lag gai hai tumhari?" He came behind me, standing an inch away from my back and I looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"Apke hath chalay wo theek hai, meri bechari masoom zaban bhi nah chal sakay?" I held his stare as I applied a light coloured lipstick. His eyes dropped towards my lips and my hand stilled for a moment.

With a slight tremble in my hand, I placed the lipstick down and upon lifting my head up, found him staring at my face.

Feeling a wave of nervousness passing over me, I took my bottom lip between my teeth and turned around. My back dug into the dressing table as I tried to create space between us.

"Hatay, mujhay jana hai." My voice came out in a meek whisper as I looked at him.

"Or agar nah janay doon toh?" He came forward and there wasn't any space left between us. His chest was pressed against mine and my breath got stuck in my throat. My eyes opened wide as I took in his shift in behaviour.

"Toh Ammi Abu-" My sentence was left unsaid as his hands wrapped around my waist and a gasp escaped my mouth when he pulled me tight against his chest.

His head bent down, coming to rest in the space between my neck and shoulder. His hot breath tickled my skin and my eyes slammed shut as I turned my head away from it. My one hand rested on the dressing table behind me while the other clutched his arm he had around me.

"Zain-" I was again cut off when his lips made contact with my skin and my breath hitched.

"Shh." He whispered, as his lips trailed kisses on my skin and my head fell back on its on record, giving him access as waves of pleasure ran through my body. My hand left the dressing table and came to rest on his nape, my fingers digging into the soft hair.

His hand slowly sneaked under my shirt, coming in contact with the bare skin of my waist.

"Zain." His name came out from my lips like a breathy moan when his rough hand caressed the soft skin of my stomach.

He lifted his head up from my neck and his eyes locked on my lips. I waited for his next move as his head slowly inched near and my eyes fluttered shut. His lips touched mine in a light flicker, before it was gone.

"Kash tum meri hoti." He whispered in daze with his eyes closed as his forehead rested against mine.

My eyes opened in surprise and I scanned his face before my hands cupped his face.

"Zain mein apki he hoon." I said, bringing my lips against his cheek, I laid a soft kiss on his burning skin.

His head lifted up, looking into my eyes as if trying to find something in them, before he moved away from me with a sad smile on his face and I watched in surprise.