Tera mera milna dastoor hai
Tere hone se mujhme noor hai
Main hoon soona sa ek aasmaan
Mehtaab tuO karam khudaya hai
Tujhe maine jo paaya hai
Tujhpe marke hi toh
Mujhe jeena aaya haiO tere sang yaara
Khushrang bahara
Tu raat deewani
Main zard sitaaraTere sang yaara
~By Atif Aslam
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The chapter is filled with love and steamy romance.Happy reading!
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°°°°°°°The silent chamber echoes with the knock.
"Come in." Rudra allows, his voice deep, and loud enough for the person who's at other side of the door.
A maid with her bowed head enters inside through the wooden majestic door of the wedded's marital chamber.
"Hukum, badi Rani asked Hukum rani sa and you to be downstairs. Yuvraj Virat is waiting for her." She informs as her eyes casted to lavish floor.
"We will be there in 15. Leave." Rudra dismissed her without glancing at her ways. She bowed her head in respect and left the area as faster she can.
Not a minute in his aura; she rushed out.
Rudra glance towards the closed door of closet where his wife is. She went in to fix her saree and touch up after their soulful moment.
"Wife, come on." The instant he called her; the mahogany wooden door of closet opens.
Avantika step out with a bright smile in her face which automatically made a curve on Rudra's lips. He put forward his right palm and she ushers to him. She grabs his right palm in her left one meanwhile Rudra smoothly pulls her body to him, making their front collapse.
She throws her arms around his neck while his both giant palms are holding her waist, "Promise me you'll come tomorrow." She demands with a sad eyes yet a smile ornamenting her profile.
He chuckles at her sweet demand, "Well..I am promising you for the fourth time now; that yes! I will come to pick you. I will be there by your side and you have my words." He replies. His right hand's fingers brushes her long black jet hairs which are openly dangling on her back. He kneads her right jawline gently with the pad of his thumb as his wife adores him, like he is the most beautiful creature the God made.
Amusingly he raise his left brow when he find her eyes lingering on his face, and to his answer she just shakes her head in 'no' and snuggles in his neck. He instantly reciprocates the hug feeling warmness calming his senses. He is well aware of her sad mood. She's happy ofcourse, but she isn't going to show this to him.
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