"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
They were roaming the streets. Everything was different there from people to their culture. It was new and exciting for Hooriya. She had walked on her own twice so now Hamza was holding her hand; their fingers intertwined as they walked side by side.Whenever she would stop at a stall or a shop to pick something up to look at it or just to see what it was, Hamza would be like, "do you like it?" And she'll be like, "yeah, but-" and he would be like, "pack it up," and she would look at him confused.They were at the seashells bracelet shop and Hooriya didn't touch anything. "What do you like?" He asked and she crossed her arms over her chest to regard him with a stern look. His brows furrowed and his shoulders slumped. "I did something wrong?" He asked almost sadly and she sighed.He was so cute!"I don't like wasting money. So as you're my husband I don't want you to waste money. And," Hamza's heart did a wild pitter-patter when she called him husband."We are not buying everything I t
"Emboodhu Finolhu Island." She drawled. Her greenish-brown orbs glittered with tremendous awe.This villa was so dreamily beautiful. It felt as if it was floating on the water. And the interior. She didn't want to step in there, thinking that she would dirty the place.Posh.Expensive.Heaven. That was what she could come up with after seeing the place where they would be spending a few days.It was obvious, it costs out of her thinking capacity. And the astonishing fact that Hamza had fifty percent of his investment in this resort served as the cherry on top of the cake of her surprises."Do you like it?" Her breath hitched at his sudden proximity. The warmth radiated off his chest as she gulped meekly."I've never seen such a beautiful place in my life," she retorted. Tucking a strand behind her ear just to seem busy.He hummed. The vibration of his chest sent rhythmic shivers down her body."Shall we have lunch?" He enquired and she timidly nodded.Her voice had betrayed her. She
Hamza was wide awake as he lay there with her in his arms. Last night was the best night of his life and there was no doubt about that. He never thought that intimacy could feel so beautiful. He tried his best to stay away from her knowing that she was a distraction. He had only one goal in his life and that was to become the Mafia king of the whole continent. He had his priorities set but then distraction was hurled into his life in the form of Hooriya.A ravishing little trembling pixie who was scared of him. The way she looked at him with her big anime eyes when he would threaten her. She was seductive and innocent at the same time and she didn't even know.He never knew that a distraction would rock the ground of its axis under his feet. She became his life. His goal. His dream. His everything. He couldn't even imagine living without her. Even the slightest thought of her leaving had such unbearable pain clutching his heart in its vicious grip that he didn't know how to make it g
"What would you like to order?" Hamza asked, looking at her expectantly. They've been having breakfast at this restaurant. Hooriya ordered pancakes as Hamza ordered for himself.She was all shy and blushing every time their eyes met and she would immediately lower her gaze. Hamza on the other hand was smiling goofily at everything she says or does.They ate in calming silence and after that, they walked to the nearby market. She insisted that they had already done so much shopping but he wants her to buy more things for herself. If it was up to him he would buy jewels and precious things of the whole world for her.She noticed how he walked at a snail's pace beside her. She knew he was walking slowly for her because he knew she was still in a little bit of discomfort. And his behavior melted her heart into oblivion. She squeezed his hand as he glanced at her and she passed him a sweet smile.He felt the wild thump in his chest as he smiled back at her. Pulling her hand up, he lay a ki
"I missed you both so much," Batool said as she hugged Hooriya before Hamza and kissed Hooriya's forehead whereas Hamza stared at his mom a little taken aback. It was obvious Batool loves Hooriya but to such an extent that she would greet her daughter-in-law before her son but it melted his heart. If anything he wanted was for his mom to be happy with his wife."You are glowing my daughter," Batool beamed as she held Hooriya's forearms. Hooriya blushed, lowering her eyes.Hamza cleared his throat yet Batool was conversing with Hooriya. "Ami, (mom,) you forgot you have a son," Hamza groused and Batool's eyes snapped to him. She let out a chuckle before pulling her son down in a tight embrace as she kissed his forehead. He smiled lovingly at Batool and kissed the back of her hand just the way Hooriya did."You don't love me anymore," Hamza whined and Hooriya smirked at him. "Don't be jealous," Hooriya mused as Hamza scrutinized her, and Batool's eyes twinkled in joy as her wisdom-filled
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