𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐍 - rewritten | ✓

ELEVEN

Zayan helped her out of the car and they stood in front of a giant building. A hotel, their home for a night.

Zayan held her hand and they both walked inside. Zayan checked in, taking the key as Maham looked around the luxurious and empty hotel.

"Hamara room aur floor kon sa hai?" She asked him.
(What time is it?)

"13th pr hai aur 1302" he answered, taking the key from the receptionist.
(It's on the 13th and 1302.)

Maham smiled and picked up her dress before running away. "Arey!" Zayan yelled after her before smiling and running after her.

She ran to the elevator, pressing the button quickly and trying to get inside as quickly as possible.

"Maham!" He yelled, running to the elevator but the door was already closing and she poked her tongue out to him.

As she the door closed she breathed heavily and smiled widely, leaning against the wall. When the door opened, she quickly stepped outside but Zayan was stepping out as well from the elevator in front of her.

She squealed and ran to the door, trying to tease him. But he caught up to her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Chaabi toh mere paas hai, jaan." Zayan said as she stopped fighting against him. And realization settled in.
(I have the keys, love.)

"Oh," she only said before childishly laughing. She pulled away walking to the door and waiting for him to open it.

When he did, she stepped inside and looked around twirling. She sat on the bed and bounced on it before standing up again and looking around.

Curiosity and excitement in her heart as it was her first time in a hotel room and her wedding night.

Feeling her head and shoulders heavy, she decided to remove the pins from her scalp. Zayan walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against him making her gasp.

He smirked before reaching his hands into her hair to help remove the pins. Maham tensed for a second, scared that he would pull her hair like her mami did but she relaxed.

With him helping and not doing anything, the pins were removed quickly. As her lustrous hair fell perfectly into place her husband's patience finished.

He kissed her neck and her eyes fell close, he nibbled on her smooth skin, locking and sucking. Her lips parted and then he pulled away. His hands were on her hips and he turned around pushing her into the dressing table.

Their lips met in their first passionate kiss. She kissed back with the same experience as him. None. His hands moved freely around her body and she felt nothing but safe.

Feeling as if she was right where she belonged.

They kissed desperate for one another, their tongues fighting against each other for dominance.

His hands shifted to her back, unzipping her blouse and then he turned her around, walking her back to the back before pushing her on it. She smiled at his desperation.

"Mmm, where did the sweet respectful Zayan go?" She asked, smiling.

"My love, nobody likes a respectful guy in bed." He smirked and got on top of her.

"But you're sure you're ready?" He asked, his smirk dropping as he asked, sincerely. Maham nodded. "I'll be gentle," he said and kissed her before removing her blouse.

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Meanwhile, in the Agha House. Aaima had rained hellfire on everyone. Screaming and thrashing everything in her room.

"Woh meri jagah hai! Mujhe banna tha Zayan ki biwi! Bachpan se- bachpan se apne mujhse wada kiya tha tayi ammi!" Aaima yelled at Shahnaz pushing her stuff off the vanity.
(That was my place! I wanted to be Zayan's wife! From childhood- from childhood, you promised me aunt!)

"Aaima, meri bachi. Please, please sambhalo apne aap ko!" Asma yelled but Aaima was too heartbroken.
(Aaima, my girl. Please, please compose yourself!)

Aaima bent down, in a haze. Every word and all her surroundings were blurry and faint.

She picked up a vase piece and brought it to her wrist. Just then her mother ran to her but she was too late.