A tale of love, laughter and lethal lust.
As pure as a pearl
As clear as a crystal
As soft as a petal
And as stubborn as a rock
Heer Iqbal is one of a kind. With a feather light heart and non serious attitude she's out on her way to rock the world...
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"Ab utha bhi lo" (Pick it up already)
She jumped at the sudden sound of a deep voice right behind her. All set to scream at the top of her lungs she closed her eyes and opened her mouth but a hand covered her mouth making her breathing pause.
Someone held her in their embrace from behind, her back against their front and their breath falling against the shell of her ear.
"Haath hataon tu cheekhna mat" he whispered in her ear, making her nod her head hesitantly. (Once I remove my hand don't scream.)
He removed his hand but didn't let her go. He rounded his arms around her from behind and placed his head on her shoulder.
She opened her eyes slowly and turned a little to the side to get a look of her man who held her captive. Her eyes hazed as she gazed at his face , the first time this close. He turned her around slowly, not breaking the moment their eyes held.
It was the second time ever since he was gazing at her this closely after their nikkah four years ago. From being childhood best friends to being a couple it was all a blur. For him it was only her moments he cherished and the years he spent away from her thinking of her.
"Heer" he breathed cupping her cheek making her melt in his clutches. Her cheek warmed under his palm. A rosy blush spreading on her face
"Aap..aap yahan kia kar rahe hain?" She asked, flustered at this moment that she knew would stay there in her mind and heart for years and years to come. (What... What are you doing here?)
"Bhala Ranjha bhi kabhi apni Heer se dur reh paya hai" he smiled, making her bite down one of her own. (Has Romeo ever been able to stay away from his juliet?)
She burned red from his cheesy talks and his closeness. Her eyes didn't meet his but instead stayed rooted on the buttons of his blue shirt.
"Waise yeh acha hai Aashiq mehbooba se Milne aaye tu woh baat hi na kare. Wah!" Mustafa said, rolling his eyes and shortening the radius of arms around her flushing her against himself. (This is nice when a lover comes to meet his love and she doesn't even talk to him. Very nice)
"Mehbooba gungi bhi tu hoskati hai" she said, finally looking up to meet his gaze. (Your lover could be mute also)
"Mine never shuts up. I highly doubt that's the case" he debated making her narrow her eyes at him. She tried getting out of his hold but he hugged her close.
"Jaanti ho mene tumhe kitna miss kia" Mustafa mumbled nuzzling his face in her neck making her stiff as a statue. (Do you know how much I missed you?)
