Fated

Chapter - 30- Saree

"Good night Aiza." I tell her, giving her a quick hug and kiss.

" Gud nigh Mami. " She tells me, weaving her arm as she sits on Hamid's lap, listening to him reading the story book.

I get up from the bed, leaving them to enjoy their daughter and father time.

I still have some dishes to wash from our dinner, so I head to the kitchen to do that.

I am halfway done with the dishes when I feel muscular hands wrap around my waist. I turn the tap off as Hamid turns me around.

" Leave the dishes love, I will do

them. " he says to me, bringing my hands to his mouth.

"Hamid you just got your hand cast cut off today. " I try to reason with him.

" Yes, which means my hand is perfectly fine. Now you are to follow my order. I am going to do something special for you in the sunroom. But until then love you are not to come out but are instead to get ready." Hamid orders me.

" But th-" I start to protest. But then suddenly my feet leave the floor. Hamid has lifted me up in matter of seconds and carries me over to our room.

He places me on the bed, giving me a quick kiss on my head he dissappears out the room, closing the door behind him.

I get up and decide to look for something to wear instead of this normal cotton sleeping pyjamas.

I open my closet for something sexy, but I own nothing like that. All the dresses I have are restricted so I can wear them outside.  Just then my eyes fall on the black saree at the bottom. It has a thin trim of red all around it.

I don't wear saree but Ami and Aisha forced me to buy it because it looked really simple and beautiful.  It came with a pre made blouse ,but it was too short so I have given a full one to the tailor to be made.

Daringly I pick up the saree and the small blouse, knowing that only one person will see me like this.

I tie the saree with help from you tube video tutorial. I apply light make up. Open up my wavey hairs. Just as I am about to apply on some lipstick I hear a knock on the door.

"Love, are you ready? " Hamid asks me.

" Just a minute Hamid. " I tell him, sliding the lip gloss across my lips.

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Hamid pov

The door opens up, letting the light peek out from the room and into the dark living room. Liybha finally emerges out from behind the door.

She looks so gorgeous that my eyes do not want to even blink. It seems so unreal. Her hairs open, her face is lit up. The black saree is wrapped tightly around her thin body. Through the design and from the sides her stomach peeks out.

The little blouse does very little job of concealing her skin. Just perfect.

"Wow love, you look stunning. " I tell her, pulling her in towards me, wrapping my hands around her small waist. My fingers tingle with the touch.

"What's all this?" Liybha asks, directing at all the led tea light candles I had lit up, creating a road which led to the sunroom.

" I told you love, I have something perfect in mind. Now come on. "I urge her towards the sunroom.

" Here we go." I say opening the door to the sun room.

"Hamid this looks so beautiful. " Liybha tells me as she comes inside while scanning the room with her eyes.

I have lit candles all around the room,set up a space for us in the middle by layering some blankets and adding a few cushions.

Taking her hand I lead her in the middle. We both lay down, Liybha settles down along with me. Her head on my soulder while her hand rests on my heart beating fast with the excitement of her presence.

All the stars from above watch us through the glass roof. Twinkling at us, reminding me of our first time together in Paris.

" It seems like such a long time that we were in Paris, spending our lives together. " Liybha speaks out exactly what I was thinking.

" Yes, love. We have gone through so much that seems so long ago that we were happy and together. The world at times can be a dark place. But the only thing that matters is that we face it together. " I tell her, pulling her in towards me.

" I am ready to face anything with you by my side. " she tells me before pulling my face towards her and placing a soft kiss on my lips.

But I pull her closer, lock my lips on her, never wanting to let go.

As we continue kissing, Liybha removes my shirt in a matter of just few minutes. My own hands take a little longer to get off her saree.

The stars once again stand as witness as we make love to each other. But along with that we each make our own silent promises to each other.