Written in the Stars

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musafir mein bhatka
tu mera basera

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"Meezan! I swear to god, I am going to kick you so hard right now!" Anabiya yelled, as she threw a pillow at his back which was facing her.

"If you want to, you can. I completely understand. Forgive me, I kissed you without your permission. I seriously didn't want to---" He was cut off when Anabiya yanked the bedsheet he was seated on and he fell on to the ground to his face.

"Shut the freaking hell up! The one thing you do right and now you are back to acting like a nincompoop." Anabiya screamed as she marched over at where he was sprawled up on the ground and plopped herself down on his waist. Meezan let out a groan as he held onto her thighs.

"Wh-hat are you doi---" Meezan was once again cut off when, Anabiya slammed her lips on his in a hard kiss, driving them apart with force. Their bodies flushed together on the ground as she held onto his shoulders seeking support while Meezan's hands unconsciously slid up to the curve of her waist. There was nothing gentle about the kiss like it had been the last time. This time it was raw and needful. Filled with immense desire. Meezan's lips remained unmoving, frozen almost, frowning Anabiya bit down on his lower lip, this seemed to have snapped something within him as he tightened his arms around her waist pulling her closer, there was no space between them. Anabiya tilted her head back, but a low groan rumbled from the back of his throat, a small pleading noise, that set every part of her body on fire.

Minutes later, what seemed to be like an eternity both of them pulled apart, breathing heavily and disheveled, like they had just run a marathon.
Buring her head under his chin, Anabiya pressed her cheek against his muscular chest.

"I kissed you without permission. We are now even, Meezan Zardari."

"I hardly think we are, Anabiya Ibrahim." Meezan smiled shyly as he leaned down and kissed his wife's hair with utter adoration.

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As they make their way towards the elevator, heading for the dinner with Zaarib Yazdani and his wife, Anabiya couldn't help but eye Meezan's arm wrapped around her waist with pride.

Meezan gave her butterflies, or whatever the rumbling feeling that took over her body everytime he touched or smiled at her could be put to sane words. Is this what people called honeymoon stage?

Anabiya grinned wide as she tilted her head sideways and eyed her man.
He was texting something on his phone with one hand as his forehead scrunched in utter concentration, his hair gelled back to immaculate perfection, while his reading glasses sat perched high upon his nose.

Anabiya leaned a little upwards and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, and not even seconds later a blush started creeping down from his neck to his cheeks.

"Anabiya!" Meezan screeched, as he fumbled with his phone removing his hand from her waist, this caused Anabiya to scoff out loud.

"Oh come on, it's not like we haven't done more than this already."

Meezan gasped scandalized as Anabiya pushed him against the wall of the elevator.

"Why are you like this?" Anabiya trailed her perfectly shaped nails across his jaw, that was covered with neatly trimmed seven o' clock shadow.

Meezan's eyes widened as he held his breath eyeing the seductress in front of him who was trailing her fore finger from his jaw down his neck to the collar of his crisp ironed white dress shirt.

Meezan gulped in anticipation as she spoke once again.
"Do pray tell, Mister Zardari. Why are you like this when you clearly like being intimate with your wife?"