For Our Love Series Fanfiction

FawMina Moments

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Written by: thegirlwithyou2

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Note by StarsAndMoon1447

I was listening to this song today (yes, I'm obsessed with songs. I'm sorry. Don't judge me!) and there was this one paragraph that made me think of Mina. Yes, I'm also obsessed with my own stories. I'm narcissistic, and again, I'm sorry.

Here it is:

Khwabon ke is ghar ki khair karin o rabba!
Dur kare (?) kalaish aur bair o rabba! 
Naazon se badi maine kari hain tayaariyan 
Din raat pyar diyan nazaraan utariyan
Yeh Mohabbat hai ibadata, kabhi ho na kam. 

Jaaneman

Song: Jaaneman from Aryan

Translation:

Protect this house of dreams, oh Lord!

Keep all the animosity and hostility away, oh Lord!I have made all the preparations with lots of prideDay and Night, I have warded off evil from my love.Love is worship, may it never end.

Sweetheart.

Okay, I'm a sappy romantic person (in my head). I can't help it lol! 

Without further ado, let's carry on to this beautiful scenarios written by @thegirlwithyou2 

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Fawad

I entered our room to find Mina all tangled up in the sheets. She was wearing her camisole and shorts after a long time, and honestly speaking, she slays in her every outfit, but in this exclusively reserved suit she looks damn s*xy. I felt like taking her right there and then.

Right now, I was craving for her. Men can also crave for their own wives; it's not just a specific trait for pregnant women. And this woman sleeping in this weirdly awkward position on our bed has my whole heart. I can never stop loving her, she's all I want. She's my peace, my heart, my everything. My Mina Jaan, the mother of my two beautiful daughters. 

Speaking of Mina's weird sleeping position, I have to hold her even in my sleep because she has a really bad habit of moving in her sleep. Most of the time, I found her on myself. I don't mind at all, and it's a pretty good sight when she is sleeping over me, rather than on the soft mattress. But at times, I feel someone kicking me in the middle of the night, or either she manages to throw the duvet off her, so I have to hold her and take care of her in her sleep. After Hania's birth, she has stopped moving so much in her sleep, or it can be said that her kicking practice had stopped. 

I went to the other side of the bed, and couldn't stop myself from peppering kisses on her neck. I gave a bite on her long, milky neck that caused her to shriek and open her drowsy eyes. She gave me her thousand watts smile at first, but then it changed into a frown. She got up and straddled my lap, her exposed legs on either side of my torso.