𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗷𝘂

𝗜 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂

The Eid festival always brings happiness and joy amongst the families, it's celebrated with love and enthusiasm. Tamanna was also zealous to celebrate her first eid as Ruslaan's wife, she was diligently decorating the whole house, and while hanging the moon shaped lights across the surface of the door. She accidentally lost her balance, and almost accepted that she would fractured her beautiful face, but like a knight in shining armor someone encircled his strong hands around her waist, and She was familiar to this touch. She knew who it was who saved her from injuring her face right before the zestful occasion of Eid. She timidly opened her eyes, and looked at her saviour with a cute expression.

"Dhyan kaha rehta hai tumhara?" Ruslaan asked her in a stern voice.

"Aap me." Tamanna replied to him with a shy smile, and He gave a confused look.

Their bodies were wrapped with the thin strings of illuminating lights, and their lips were curled into a soft smile. Her rust silk blue dupatta lingered carelessly on her willowy shoulder, and the design of her suit was captivating, the threads of different hues were pulled together to make an exquisite flower on the neck border, whilst the other shades were knitted on the sleeves and corners. Ruslaan endeavours to restrain his thoughts from shifting on her luscious lips, but seems like Tamanna was deliberately chewing the Allah's gifted feature to torment his hormones.

He began to untangle himself from the ropes of lights, it was stuck to their bodies like a second skin, which he didn't appreciate at all. He wanted to get rid of this immediately, because the more his wife was standing close to him, the more it was activating his yearning to pull her into a passionate kiss. Tamanna looked at his pitch black eyes which were enveloped in extreme annoyance, a snigger escaped out of her lips, and Ruslaan shot his head at her with a stern visage. She didn't care enough to pay heed to his burning gaze, and continued worshiping his thick shadowy stubble.

"Aap bina shave ke beyhadh haseen dikhte hai." Tamanna lovingly ran her finger on the sharp point of his growing beard, and Ruslaan held wrist in a tight grip, and pushed it downwards with a caution in his eyes to keep herself in control.

"Itna kas kar toh koi apne dushman ka bhi haath na pakde, main toh fir bhi aapki biwi hoon. Kuch toh lihaaz karo humare rishte ka." She taunted him for purposely inflicting her pain, and He twisted her hand, and pinned it on her lower back.

"Nahi karni mujhe koi lihaaz is benaam rishte ki...aur na usme judi hui kisi insaan ki." Ruslaan said in a heated tone, and pushed her away in anger.

Tamanna was on the boundary to spill out the tears of pain, but She knew Why he was trying to display himself as a ruthless and heartless man. He wanted her to leave him, but she was determined to win him with love and patience.

"Aapko jitni badtameezi karni hai mujhse kar lijiye Ruslaan...par main bhi badi ziddi kisam ki insaan hoon...aapki nafrat ko agar mohabbat ki aag me jala kar bujha nahi diya, toh mera naam bhi Mrs.Tamanna Malik nahi." She said with perseverance in her voice, and He chuckled bitterly.

"Ek din me kaunse pahad ukhad logi tum? Aaj raat ke baad waise bhi main sabko bata dunga ki hum alag ho rahe hai." Ruslaan dusted off his shirt, and strode away from there.

The lights were brutally abandoned by him, but Tamanna picked them up gently, and restarted the home decorations.

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Tamanna was decked up in an ankle-length royal blue suit, with heavy golden embroidery work on the below portion. The lace was stitched beneath the layers of her dress, her sleeves were adorned with fine designs of silver threads, and her neck pattern was decorated with intricate details of decent shade yarns. The eye-catching sea green dupatta was tucked in the broad lace knitted in the middle part of her outfit, and her quintessential figure was enhancing the quality of the imperial fabric. She meticulously clasped the hooks of the delicate chain, and her fingers caressed the pendant with a satisfied smile. It was the first ever gift of Ruslaan, and since then she has been wearing this piece of ornament on her skin on every special occasion, and tonight is the most significant day of her life. She will profess her feelings to her husband, which he must have been longing to hear for decades.