POSHEEDA

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Author pov

Room was filled with all elder men of family, half of men here were elder than Sidharth and very much experienced and wise, serious conversation about politics was going on but sidharth wasn't listening a single word he was lost in thoughts of his wife, she has managed to bewitched him completely with her charm and red dress

He could only think about her, she has him wrapped around her pretty fingers. He really is capitative by her she just have to let out words he will bring down whole world into her feet. He will give her anything and everything she's asks for without hesitation

Today he almost lost control over him more than once and now he's not sure how long he can bear staying away from her, he just wants to pull her in his arms and stay like that. He really wants her more like need her or he will go insane, she's little seductress who doesn't even realise what's she's doing with him when she's merely looking at him with her doe eyes and here he can feel his pants tightening which caused him to shift uncomfortably around couch. How long he can he himself has no idea about it

He brought glass he had against his mouth and let liquor burned down his throat. He was never one to drink but now he can't help it it's either have her or drink this to forget about having her, his old self would never even think about being in his current situation. Nawab Sidharth Abbas, he never thought he will fall for someone in just niqab, he could never think about getting rejected by his own wife multiple times now also he would never think about drinking, how he use to lecture murtaza about alcohol being haram(not allowed in Islam) but guess what now he's one drinking it that also with everyone else. His life has turned into big mess only she can make it alright now

  "Something must be serious since you are drinking?" Zain's voice made him turn head in his direction

"Hmm you have no idea" He spoke. How can he tell it's sister of yours his wife who is making his life hell by tempting him in such a way

"Hume batao shayad hum madad karen" Zain asked not because he's curious but because he wants to help. Sidharth let out genuine chuckle because this made him laugh and Zain frown

"Rehne den you can't help" Sidharth replied biting back another chuckle after imagining Zain's face if he tell him about it. He will die out of cringe and awkwardness

"Le-" Zain wanted to say further but his voice was cut off by another one and Nawab rizwan Abbasi, younger brother of their grandfather and also eldest one in room currently called both man to focus on conversation that was going on currently

     Shehnaaz grabbed cup of green tea from tray which servant offers her, Shehnaaz thanked her and lean back into couch to have great view at every woman present here. They all were in living room of farmhouse talking about random topics and laughing at silly jokes

     Shehnaaz stared at empty space as her mind wandered back when this morning she find herself cuddling with Sidharth, very close and she still remembers how his lips felt against her skin which caused her to shiver slightly, not only that but he also has teased her a lot making her blush and shut up with his not so very romantic but shameless words, even thinking about them made her cheeks felt hot. The man he is, he doesn't even have to try much to make her blush

    He's consuming her throughs successfully, her heart started racing when scene where he wiped her lipstick replayed in her mind. She saw how his eyes got darker with sexual desire thank god he didn't looked at her at that very moment or she also would have given in cause as she said he has successfully taken over her