Chapter 48 #7
Completely oblivious to the attention they had attracted, the two remained wrapped in their own little world, where no one else seemed to exist.
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The Same night
Everyone returned home from the party. And Rabiya at once started panicking because the house wasn't properly cleaned and her son in law was here.
Rabiya had turned into a tornado and was already on a mission to prepare a buffet for Zaviyar.
Even though he had already eaten. She also scolded Safiya for not telling her that Zaviyar would arrive suddenly.
" Chachi Safiya ki galti nhi hain, mene hee nhi bataya unhe. ", Zaviyar reassured, trying convincing his mother in law.
[ Aunty, it's not Safiya's fault..it was i who didn't tell her. ]
Only after convincing Rabiya for the 20th time, did rabiya leave with Wajahat to rest. Rabiya had left the responsibility of taking care of her son in law to her daughter, who was glaring at Zaviyar.
She walked ahead, and he followed suit. Safiya cautiously pushed open the door to her room. The soft click of the door shutting behind them sounded far louder than it should have in the silence.
Safiya switched on the light and immediately regretted it. The dressing table, was a mess. Her curling iron was thrown on the floor, along with the casual clothes she had worn before going to the party.
Her laundry was throw over her bed. She immediately closed the door in his face. Picked everything up and dumped verything into the cupboard. And then ran back, and opened the door.
Zaviyar stood there amused.
" Come in. ", She could hear Zaviyar's measured footsteps behind her, and suddenly, the room she had spent countless hours in felt smaller. Too small for the distance that existed between them. Her fingers instinctively twisted together as she avoided looking directly at him.
"Uhm... take a seat, I guess.", she said, not knowing what to do. It was her room, but it felt quite weird having her husband in her room. Like what was she even supposed to do?
Zaviyar dragged his suit case in, letting it rest aside he stood behind her.
"I will.", But instead of moving towards the sofa near the window, Zaviyar closed the distance between them. Safiya's breath caught as he whispered to her ear, " I'll go get changed. "
Safiya nodded and pointed to the bathroom door, " Why are you still waiting? Go... "
" Willing to join me? ", Safiya narrowed her eyes, and shook her head, " Noooo.... "
" Remember our bet. Don't you dare run away this time. ", he said before walking past her.
Safiya let out a sigh when the door closed behind him. She quickly switched on the AC and closed the windows. Living in Zaviyar's room was a bit different than being in hers. It felt like she was cornered from all sides.
That's when her eyes landed on a stack of papers on the bedside table. She immediately lunged forward, arranging all of it hastily before she placed them inside the drawer.
'he won't come out now. So I can change quickly. ', she thought and started undressing. She quickly took out the bathrobe from the cupboard. Next, she stepped out of her lehenga, and then opened her cancan skirt. She relaxed as legs could finally breathe.
Once she was out of these clothes, she could peacefully open the jewellery. She loved the sound of the bangles, and the jingles on the waist chain. Her one payal was broken while one remained on her ankle.
She stood in her designer blouse and panties.
Suddenly, the door clicked open. Zaviyar stepped out, still dressed in the formal pants, but his coat was long gone, and the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, giving a slight glimpse of the taut muscles of his chest. He had forgotten to take clothes along.
Safiya's eyes widened as she quickly snatched the bathrobe and covered herself with it. She expected him to go back, or panic but he simply walked towards her.
" W-what do you need? ", she asked, taking a few steps back. His eyes studied her every breath, even the slightest of movement.
His steps were exhaustingly slow, yet so unnvering. He stood close to her now, his body merely inches apart from her.
" You might not like the answer. ", Zaviyar cornered her, making her gulp. She could feel his predatory eyes on her.
She stepped back, and he followed suit. She gasped when her back hit the edge of the bedside table..
" You... ", Safiya turned her head, when he brought his face close to her, " I want you, love. "
, his hands found hers first, large and warm around her restless fingers, stilling them effortlessly before slowly sliding upward to rest on her shoulders.
The simple touch sent a shiver racing through her.
"Why are you nervous?" he asked quietly.
"I am not.", she barely managed to say. The corners of his lips, tugged upwards as his wife was still trying very hard to keep on acting tough.
" You always play with your fingers when you're nervous.", Her eyes widened slightly, " You noticed that? ",
"I notice more than you think."
His fingers gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face before tucking it behind her ear with surprising care.
"You don't have to look so terrified of me, Safiya.", he murmured against her ear.
"I'm not terrified.", her grip on the bathrobe tightened visibly.
"No?", She shook her head. She could hear the hint of amusement in his voice.
"Just..." she hesitated before looking away, "...not used to this version of you."
A faint smile touched the corner of his lips, "Neither am I."
When Zaviyar finally stepped back, giving her space instead of taking it, Safiya found herself missing the warmth almost immediately.
The realization startled her. That even though, at this moment, she felt cornered.
Zaviyar would never cross any boundary unless and until he was sure that she wanted it as much as he did.
Before she could overthink it, she took a small step forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The movement was hesitant, almost shy. As though she herself wasn't entirely sure what she was doing.
Zaviyar went still. Then slowly, carefully, his arms came around her in return. Safiya hid her burning face against his chest.
" Love, i don't think you're realising what you're doing. ", he murmured.
"Don't ruin the moment.", she murmured against his chest.
A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest beneath her cheek, " Sweetheart, as much as I love the feel of your body against me", she stiffened, " With you standing this close, I'm barely keeping my hands to myself. "
" Who is asking you to? ", Safiya spoke against his chest, his smell making her want to snuggle into him more. His fingers found the knot of the bathrobe, " May I? ", he asked, looking for reassurance. He smiled when she shook her head, " Y-yes. "
She gulped as he slowly pulled the knot open. The bathrobe parted, giving him a slight glimpse of what she was wearing underneath. His fingers crossed around the collar of the bathrobe, and he slowly dragged it off her shoulders.
Her bathrobe fell to the ground, leaving her standing in front of him only in her embroidered blouse and black lace panties. Her cheeks had turned a deep shade of red, as she remained looking at the ground, not knowing what to do.
Feeling, shy she brought her hands around herself, but he held her hands, " Don't be shy. My eyes are meant to admire you. "
" Are you sure you want it? ", Zaviyar asked, lifting her chin. She nodded, " I am. "
" Safiya you do know that I respect you a lot right? ", Zaviyar murmured, his lips resting over her lips, as his hot, minty breath fans against her face.
She nods.
" Words, love. ", he said gliding his thumb across her lower lip, " Yes. ", she murmurs softly.
" Why the sudden question? ", she asks, looking at him through her lashes. Her breath hitched when she felt his right hand slowly wrapping around her nape. His left hand, slowly gliding across her waist chain. He pulled at the chain, making it hit at the same part of her skin.
" Because for the next few minutes. It might seem like i don't ", she shuddered feeling his hand slowly tracing the skin on her stomach, his touch leaving her all hot and bothered. She gasped when he suddenly tucked two fingers into the band of her panties, pulling her close.
" Black is okay... But i'd like you better in red... "
At first Safiya didn't understand but then her head clicked, he was talking about the lingerie she wore underneath. And she couldn't help but remember their time together in the pool, where he ended up seeing her wearing the red lingerie.
" wha- ", she was cut off, as he slammed his lips against her, his lips desperate to feel her. Her eyes widened as she tried to steady herself but failed as he bit her lip, while his fingers played with her navel.
'Asheel shohar kahi ka', she thought.
( My husband is very shameless )
Safiya's hand found Zaviyar's hand, she tried to stop him, feeling ticklish. His actions paused and he shakily stepped away, " Am i? ", he said between pants, " Am i making you uncomfortable?
Safiya shook her head, " N-no i was just feeling ticklish. ", she said with a shy smile. But Zaviyar nearly lost his mind, seeing the blush on her face.
" If you want me to stop, you say so.", she nods and pecks his lips making him smile at her.
That's when she remembered that she had to give him the ring, so she stopped him before he could once again pull her into a kiss. He even might be obsessed with kissing her at this point.
Meanwhile, Zaviyar almost whined at the sudden loss of her lips. 'She is becoming my fucking addiction. Fuck, i want to devour her. ', he thought,clicking his tongue against his inner cheek. His eyes shamelessly looked at every inch of her body.
" Wait.. I need to give you something ", she said before turning around and opening the drawer. She took out the velvet box having the ring, she pulled out the ring gently before bringing his hand up.