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Ch-12 On The Bed

I always forget to mention, I have made a trailer of Faaz and Yara. You can watch it on my Instagram account. Link is given in my bio.

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Yara was busy scrolling through her Instagram when Faaz jumped on her bed. She got startled and her phone ended up falling on the mattress.

“Faaz!” Yara yelled at him.

“What?” He yelled back with equal attitude.

“What are you doing in my room?” She asked while caressing her poor, innocent phone.

“I am here to ravish my wife.” He replied with a glint of mischief and seduction.

Yara hit him with a pillow hearing his words.

“I was joking, woman!” He spoke when the pillow hit his head.

“It's girl, not woman. I am only nineteen.” She said like the over-dramatic teenager she is.

“Yeah, a nineteen-year-old snobby nose and a drama queen.” He taunted.

“Faaz, get out of my room!” She pointed towards the door while her eyes pointing at him like daggers.

“I won't.” He said grumpily while leaning against the headrest.

“And why is that so?” She asked with gritted teeth.

“Because it was you who gave my bedroom to that Dur E Furqan.”

“Firstly, her name is Dur E Fishan. Lastly, you can sleep in Fazaan Bhai's room.” She said like it's such a simple thing.

Simple.

However, not so simple.

“He has a habit of sleep talking. Sleeping with him means no sleep at all.” And his facial expressions clearly said how much he dreaded sharing room with his twin.

“Then sleep in the living area or anywhere else in the apartment.” Yara was hell bent on making him leave her bedroom.

“You are forgetting that it's my apartment. It's my wish wherever I want to sleep and tonight I'll sleep here, in this room.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Then sleep on that couch.” She pointed to the couch placed adjacent to the balcony.

“Let me rephrase my words. I'll sleep here, in this room, on this bed.” He hit the mattress with his hands while uttering the last three words.

“Then where will I sleep? On your empty head?” She yelled.

“Whatever suits you. Not my headache.” Saying so he laid down on the mattress and covered himself with warm duvet.

Yara was still grumpily sitting on the bed, glaring at him. Her face resembled the kid who was forced to share his toys with the kids of guests.

She looked at the couch, thinking if she sleep on the couch instead. However, the answer was a big No. Because you can easily suggest someone else to sleep on the couch. However, when you'll yourself sleep on a couch then you'll understand such a discomfort it is.

(I used to get fever just by sleeping on a couch. Weird, right? 😂)

With a heavy heart she laid down on the bed and covered herself with the duvet.

No unwanted disturbance happened at night. Both of them were fast asleep on either side of the bed, clinging to the corners.

C'mon, not everyone battles a war on their beds while sleeping.

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The next morning Yara woke up to an empty bed. Faaz was no longer present in the room.

She huffed a sigh of relief.

“Yara!”

However, she heard his voice coming from the ensuite. She made a crying face while replying to him.

“What?”

“Bring my clothes.”

“I am not your servant. Bring them yourself.”She yelled.

The very next second Faaz exited the ensuite in just a towel. The temperature suddenly increased. Yara could feel her cheeks heating up. He looked so... something she didn't want to admit.

Faaz smirked and paced closer to her. He leaned down to her level, all the while Yara's eyes roaming on his naked chest. She was about to lose her consciousness due to all the heat radiating from his body.

“Are you sure? That I go to my bedroom. Where that girl is living. In just a towel. What if my towel fell down? Do you want that?” He whispered seductively.

Yara nodded in her trance. But when she realised her action she immediately began shaking her head vigorously.

His smirk widened.

“So be a good wife and bring my clothes.”

She nodded.

However, no one moved from their positions. It was too much to be resisted.

Inch by inch their faces came closer. Yara closed her eyes, as her consent. His gaze fell on her parted lips, waiting for his kiss. Their first kiss. He slowly moved to end the distance between their lips. Their lips were about to collide...

“Faaz- Oh Shit!”

However, Fazaan ruined their romantic moment.

Yara and Faaz flinched back and moved away from each other, seeing the intruder in the room.

Fazaan immediately mumbled a sorry while exiting the room.

However, the damage was done. Their moment was ruined.

Faaz groaned in frustration, while Yara turned red in embarrassment. She walked to the ensuite.

“Yara, first get my clothes from my room.” Faaz said.

“Let me get ready first.” And the ensuite door was shut on his frowning face.

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Fazaan was red in embarrassment seeing his brother making out. Alright, it was his mistake though. He should have knocked before entering their bedroom.

He was heading to the living area when he saw Dur coming in his direction, towards the master bedroom.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“To Yara's room. I need to do some shopping so I am gonna ask her if she will like to join me.” She replied.

“Don't go there right now.”

“Why?”

“Because they are busy doing what married couple do in their bedroom.” He shrugged and went away.

Dur was firstly confused.

What married couple do in their bedroom?

And when she realised what exactly Fazaan meant to say, her eyes widened and she immediately ran back to her room.

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