He moved back as he let go of her hands. She noticed he took out his phone and clicked her picture. She looked up at him startled with cherry lips slightly parted as he clicked another picture.He didn't say anything about why he took her pictures. "You can change if you want," He said and she gave him a quick nod, still confused.Hamza got off the bed as he walked to the walk-in closet and grabbed his nightwear and trekked into the ensuite bathroom.Hooriya sat on the edge of the bed as she began to undo the pins on her head.A few minutes later the door opened and her eyes whipped up in his direction. He was wearing sweats with a loose t-shirt.He looked at her and she immediately dropped her gaze. This was the first time she saw him in such clothes.He walked up to her. His hair was slightly wet as if he had taken a shower and here she hadn't even gotten rid of all the pins in her veil and hair.She was mercilessly pulling at the pin when her hands halted feeling his warm palms hov
Hooriya stirred in her sleep as the bright light on her eyelids woke her up. She groggily opened her eyes and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling. As soon as the scent of roses wafted through her nose, she recalled the happenings.She was married.She was in Hamza's room.She looked to her left and the bed was empty. The sheets were neat and clean. She blinked slowly as she sat up properly. Her gaze instantly fell on the huge form of the man laying on the couch. She blinked at him. Half of his legs were hanging from the edge. He was just too big for the small couch.He looked so uncomfortable. She couldn't help but recall last night. That intimate moment in the closet and then him bringing food for her.She was hungry no doubt and they ate in calming silence. She was aware of how he kept glancing at her while she continued to stare at the bed worriedly.He was the one who said that he would sleep on the couch and she can take the bed. Her heart had done a wild pitter patter at his cons
Liar.He had said that he would be back in a day or two but she couldn't help but think how he mentioned a day or two and look at him. Gone for four days now.It was not that she cared but this was so careless of him. He didn't even call Aunt Batool to inform her about his whereabouts. Hooriya got to know about his well-being through Aunt Batool who had received Farhan's call. He informed his aunt that Hamza was fine and the workload was too much for him to even make a call.Hooriya didn't care much that he didn't call her. He must be busy no doubt and it wasn't like she was expecting a call from him. Not at all.But she was truly worried about him because she didn't know if he went for his business work or the Mafia work. She didn't want to think about it but the slightest thought that she married a mafia king in disguise of a wealthy businessman and now an emerging politician was crazy enough to drive her down the lane of overthinking.Aunt Batool was very angry at Hamza for leavin
"You're going, Hooriya?" Batool asked as Hooriya nodded her head and made her way to Batool who hugged her lightly and gave a kiss on her forehead."Study hard my daughter. May you get great success," Batool said lovingly and Hooriya smiled, kissing the back of her hand.She made her way out where Akram was waiting for her along with the driver.Akram opened the door for her as she got into the car and thanked him. "He will drop you inside the university and will pick you up at the exact time. He will be there before your last class ends." Akram assured her as she bobbed her head, being grateful.She reached the University on time and she met Shiza at the entrance. Shiza was waiting for her. Both the girls have been in contact through the phone. They talk nonstop for hours on the calls.Shiza pulled Hooriya in a tight hug, making her chuckle. "Miss me?" Hooriya asked while wiggling her brows just the way Shiza often did."So much," Shiza chirped as they walked inside."When is Hamza b
Hooriya settled down on the couch. She has made up her mind that she would sleep on the couch. Hamza told Batool that he had returned just as his work finished there. And he looked really tired. He needed a lot of rest.She knew once he found her awake he would threaten her to sleep on the bed so she lay down on the couch and waited for him to come back. She was small so she was comfortable even on the couch.Within a few minutes, she heard footsteps and the door opened. She abruptly shut her eyes and normalized her breathing pretending to be asleep.She felt his presence in the room. And then she heard the door closing. He was in the restroom. She peeked at the door and sighed. She just hoped he would sleep on the bed without creating a ruckus.He was back and then she felt his eyes on her. She knew he was close. Her eyes shot open in surprise when she felt his arms snaking under her as he picked her up in a bridal style."W...what are you doing?" She stammered, placing her hand on h
"I don't know. Why don't you go with Salaar?" Hooriya asked her friend who was panicking for no reason at all. She had to go out with Farhan on Saturday and according to her she had nothing to wear but that wasn't the case. Shiza had many dresses to choose from. It was the nervousness making her all anxious and jittery."I need you, Hooriya. You're my sister from another mother, never forget that. It's been more than a month since you got married and not once you came back to me. So mean of you and now when I need you you're telling me to go with Salaar who would kill Farhan if he gotta know I'm going out with him," Shiza's voice became high-pitched in the end as Hooriya had to push the phone away from her ear so her eardrums won't burst."Calm down, Shiza," Hooriya said and Shiza inhaled deeply."Are you coming or not?" Shiza asked threateningly."I'll pick you up by 4," Hooriya said. "Seeeeee. Didn't I tell you how sweet you are? I'll be waiting." Shiza beamed as she cut the call a
Hooriya took her time getting ready. She wore the red dress that she bought with Shiza. The neckline was deep so she covered herself properly with a veil.Hooriya applied mascara and stared at the red lipstick for a second too long before she decided to apply it. Her cheeks were naturally rosy as she combed her wavy dark brown locks as they cascaded down her back. Contemplating once again she applied kohl to her eyes. She looked pretty and it was kind of obvious she had put the effort into getting ready tonight.There was no such occasion and nothing. She just felt like getting ready and looking pretty. For Hamza.The voice inside her head spoke and she instantly shook her head. It wasn't like that. She bought the dress so she was wearing it as simple as that.Of course, the voice mused as Hooriya rolled her eyes at herself and left the room.She helped the staff in cooking dinner and setting the table.Aunt Batool came and a wide smile graced her lips as she stared at Hooriya. "Mash
Hamza canceled the plane tickets because of security issues and told Batool that he would be going to the Maldives on his private jet. Hooriya's jaw slacked when she find out he owns a private jet. She knows he was rich but this was an extreme level of richness, though she kept her surprise to herself.She had packed their bags and guess what Shiza the queen showed up that day when she was packing. Hooriya had told her about their honeymoon trip and she straight on came to the mansion with Salaar. Both the siblings greeted Batool who was so happy to see them as Salaar went to Hamza's study to discuss their business whereas Shiza joined Hooryia in packing. Shiza seemed a little tense in the mansion but with Hooriya she eased up.The time passed in a blur as the next day it was time for them to leave. They both said their goodbyes to Batool and Hafsa. Where Batool seemed happy for her son and daughter-in-law. Hafsa seemed annoyed for no reason.Hooriya was staring at the plane with big
5 years later. She whimpered, feeling something moving inside her. "Ahh," She moaned, feeling a pinch down there. A deep groan caused her eyes to blink open and her blurry gaze collided with the warm obsidian pools that were swarming with lust and need for her as he moved inside her. He thrusts hard making her back arch up as she grips his forearms tightly, biting her lower lip hard to suppress the moans. He kissed her neck as one of his hands fondled her breast. He pinched her nipple as he pounded in her hard and fast as they both came and he rocked her through their pleasure. He plopped down on the bed beside her and kissed her shoulder. "Good morning, sweetheart," He rasped in his deep morning voice and she smiled covering her body with the sheets, and turned around to face him. It has been six years since their marriage and she still blushes and gets shy under his scrutiny. Hamza didn't know what he had done in his life to deserve her. "Good morning," She whispered, smiling
"H...Hamza," She whispered shyly. "I can do this, you don't have to." She said for the third time. "Just relax, Hoor, and let me do my work." He rasped. They both were in the bathtub naked. She was sitting between his legs as he gently massaged her shoulders and back. Giving kisses on her shoulders once in a while. The water was warm and soothing for her swollen and aching muscles. She stiffened feeling the baby kick. "Hamza, the baby is kicking," She said as he shifted hurriedly. His big warm hand landed on her full nine months pregnant belly as she guided his hand to the spot where she could feel the movement. A huge grin plastered on his lips as his eyes sparkled in joy and a chuckle escaped past his lips. "Hoor," He called as she tilted her head to look at him. Grabbing her jaw he kissed her juicy lips. Her lips parted as he slid his tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately. He broke the kiss as she panted. His feathery kisses trailed down to her neck and then he
"Hooriya, staff could handle it," Batool said walking into the kitchen."I'm just checking, mom," Hooriya said. She has started calling Batool mom and Batool loves it.Today they have invited everyone over for dinner. A month has passed since Farhan and Salaar's wedding and things were going smoothly. Everyone was happy in their homes."They'll be here any minute. Go get ready," Batool pulled Hooriya out of the kitchen and sent her to her room.Hooriya took a quick shower and wore a new set of clothes as she blow-dried her hair and applied a baby pink lip color.She descended the stairs as Salaar and Haniya had already arrived. She greeted them as they sat in the lounge with Batool.Walking to the dining hall she called Hamza and he picked on the first call. Before she could say anything he was already speaking."I'm on my way, Hoor. On my way. Just ten more minutes and I'll be there. I promise I'll be there on time," He said hurriedly and she sighed."That'll be very considerate of y
Hooriya stared at the mirror as she set her lipstick. Wearing her earrings she twirled around and she looked perfect.Sitting on the couch she slipped into her heels and did the last touch-ups of her makeup. She turned to leave when the door opened only to reveal her husband.Hamza stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His eyes glided over her beautiful form draped in a maroon dress that complimented her skin."I don't want to get late, let's go." She mumbled walking over to him."How can you expect us not to be late when you look so ravishing," He grumbled blocking her way as he wrapped his arms around her small waist and jerked her to him.She yelped as her hands landed on his chest. He was wearing black Shalwar Kameez, the traditional wear and he looked so handsome that even she wanted to be a little late."And you look so handsome," She mused, looping her arms around his neck as the tip of her nails caressed his nape.His eyes darkened seeing the naughty look in her eyes.
For the first time in her life, she felt so good and free while dancing. Because the first time she was dancing with her heart.Abruptly her body collided with a hard chest. She lost her footing and was about to fall when steel-like arms wrapped around her waist and she was saved.Hooriya slowly opened her eyes panting heavily as she found obsidian hues peering down at her with an unadulterated need swarming in his eyes.She tried to move back but he didn't let go. Arching a brow at him she jerked back lightly and he loosened his hold as she slipped out of it and casually ambled into his room.Like a lost puppy, he was right behind her.His smoldering gaze roved her body from head to toe as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him with raised brows.And next thing he was prowling towards her and before he could capture her she made a dash toward the bed and now they were on opposite sides of the bed."Come here, Hoor." He demanded and she cocked her brow at him."So now y
"What do you think about this?" Hooriya showed a bracelet to Shiza whose eyes sparkled looking at it. "Yes, this would look so good with my wedding dress," Shiza beamed as the staff showed them their latest designs. Hooriya, Shiza, Haniya, and Hafsa were out shopping. Karim along with four other bodyguards were at their back all the time.The girls were out shopping for the wedding.Batool talked with all of them and with Haniya's mother as they chose a perfect date for the wedding.Farhan and Salaar both of them would get married on the same day and the hype of it was too much. The whole Shah haveli (mansion) is buzzing and chirping in joy and happiness. Everyone was preparing for the wedding as only ten days were remaining before all the occasions started.Hamza and Waqas were a pain in the ass for Farhan and Salaar as per Batool's orders, they won't let both the guys meet their woman before the wedding."How's this one?" Haniya asked while showing a ring to the girls and they all
"Where are we going?" Hooriya asked for the third time but Hamza only smirked at her."You'll find out." He mused as she pouted at him.He returned home early from the office and asked her to get ready as they'll be having dinner outside. Hooriya excitedly got ready and wore a beautiful red dress that he bought for her. It was a beautiful maxi that reached her ankles.She did her light makeup. Batool praised her daughter-in-law as Hooriya and Hamza left. Hooriya instructed Akram to give Aunt Batool her dinner and medicines on time."I thought we were going out for dinner," She mumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked at him."Are you hungry?" He asked."Very much," She said truthfully and he chuckled, making her peer at him.Leaning in closer to his side. She caressed his cheek with her fingertips sensually making him inhale sharply as his hold on the steering wheel tightened to the point his knuckles turned white."Hoor," There was a warning in his voice as he passed he
Hooriya wanted to help in the kitchen by washing the dishes but the staff didn't let her and even Batool came, scolding her not to do any work and they walked back into the lounge.Hamza, Hooriya, and Batool said their goodbyes to everyone as Salaar, Shiza, and Haniya left as Salaar would drop off Haniya. Farhan left on his sports bike.Hafsa told them that she was willing to give Waqas a chance and Batool was happy for her daughter. She had prayed so much for her kids to be happy again. Hamza, on the other hand, threatened Waqas that if anything happened to Hafsa or even if he made her cry let it be a single tear, Hamza would kill him, Waqas nodded at him though the threats were scary. He would keep Hafsa like a queen as they both left as well. Hafsa took a small duffle bag with her for now but Waqas insisted that he will buy everything new for her so she didn't need to take her stuff.Hooriya and Hamza spend some time with Batool in her room, Hooriya gives her her medicines as Hamza
"Let go," Hafsa gritted as she tried to free her wrist but Waqas's hold was strong, he didn't let her go. He walked out of the mansion into the backyard where no one was present."I said, let go of me," Hafsa demanded coldly as he finally let her go. And the very next second he stepped closer making her step back. She looked up glaring at him. He was so tall compared to her and with that huge frame he was intimidating her but she won't back down easily."What is this behavior?" She growled lowly and he suppressed his smile. She was a vicious little tigress and he loves this feisty side of her."Can't a man talk to his wife?" He asked and her glare intensified as she stepped closer to him. Raising her hand she poked her index finger at his chest."I'm not your wife," She gritted out and he smiled, making her even more furious."You're my wife, tigress. You can deny it all you want," He mused as she gritted her teeth. He was making her blood pressure rise to a great extent."I'm not you