'Aap jaa rahe thay naa? Chalein!" His smirk gradually turns into a smile, the one that shows how much he's enjoying this moment, this very moment where he and his wife are breathing the same air.
He isn't expecting Umeed's next move; he never does. She always surprises him with her gestures, her words and her actions just like now. This is why he's curious seeing a sudden shift in her actions. From asking his permission to stay at Pasha House to accepting he'd be seeing a new Umeed from now onwards, all of this feels weird. He wants to tell her though that she needs not to change. He loves his Umeed. Yes, he would appreciate if she starts taking things more maturely with responsibility but seeking his permission to stay at her own parent's house doesn't count among things he wishes to see in his wife. But that's a discussion for another day, as of now he's relishing this moment. Riling her up, getting on her nerves to get a reaction from her.
It's the way her tiny hands grab his shoulder joints, her grip firm and confident as if herm limbs were confident of driving this twice her-size man crazy. He finds himself going backward all thank to this tiny human. He knows it'd require bare minimum effort for him to stop her in her tracks and resist her control over him but surrenders. After all, when did Farjaad Khan Bahadur ever complain about Umeed Pasha dominating him? Just like that, he surrenders the same way he did when he came to Pasha House the first time and she grabbed his wrist, and he found himself swaying away mindlessly wherever she was taking him along.
He has yet to tell her how he feels light and free around her, it's like he doesn't carry the weight of the world when she's around. But most importantly, he relishes the fact that this five-foot one-inch girl has the confidence to grapple his huge self without trudging.
He smiles. He smiles wholeheartedly loving the way his tiny monster manages to push him backwards using all her force and his only reflex is reaching out for her arms.
He realizes he trusts her, he trusts her enough to push him without the knowledge where he's heading too. He trusts being vulnerable around her. And he lets himself be push backward with the sway of her body until his back grates the solid metal gate. He doesn't know what it is; the cold heavy metal hitting his back with a thud or the close proximity where he can feel her warm heavy breath right on his adam's apple.
Instinctively, his hands find themselves on her elbows. He's ecstatic how her grip on his shoulder blades hasn't lessened. It carries similar possessiveness. Her slender fingers clutching his muscles, her palms not willing to detach until an external force threatens to do so.
Oh God. It's a bad idea to allow her to stay here. He should've argued back.
He gazes back into her bambi eyes, unabashedly staring back with mirth of love. She doesn't blink even once and he sees the color reaching her cheeks quicker than ever. His lips part in anticipation and he realizes his parched throat ain't having mercy on him tonight. He gulps, not once but twice or maybe more; he can't control.
When was the last time he hydrated himself?
His thoughts are all over the place but his eyes navigate themselves to her bow-shaped lips, slightly parted anticipating his next move. He almost feels her left hand coming to caress his stubble, something she loves doing these days he found out recently but her trance breaks with Pasha Saab's, "Umeed beta" but he doesn't budge.
His eyes lost navigation and they don't know the way back home just like her hands don't leave him.
Should he tell her how much he loves that?
Her right hand slides backwards from his shoulder blades to the front of his chest and he suddenly wishes it'd go down further but she isn't looking in her eyes anymore to assess his illicit intentions.
"Jaaein, Jaaein." She swaps her index finger, pouting her lips slightly bossing him around. Oh! He never thought he lived past 7 years of his life living like a boss but the satisfaction he gets when she threatens him or orders him is unmatched.
Her hands gradually detach themselves from his torso and suddenly he feels a piercing cold stinging his heavily built muscles. He tells her without thinking twice how drowned in love he is and if she continued like this, what would happen to him?
Exactly, what would happen to him if she continued like this?
She looks at him with her 'jungliee billi' gaze, scolding him and he knows a part of her doesn't want him gone either. This time she grabs him again but to kick him out of the house but this time he doesn't let her.
Pressing his tongue to his teeth, he looks at her as if ready to devour her whole self right there and then. His strong arms captivate her petite waist and her pull her towards him with a single pull. Her breasts rams into him, her nose touches his lips and without a second thought he shifts his head a little and captures her tempting lips with his. There's no haste in his action but he knows her family's ill-timing or maybe they'll be intelligent enough to guage the situation and not disturb a newly-married couple.
Forget that.
He pulls her form further into his captivity leaving no room to breathe, his tongue battling hers, while her fingers rakes his thick hair strands clutching and pulling them with eagerness. He moans in her mouth when her nails trail down his pectorals to the abs. He smirks internally knowing when she does that. It gives him another high that she's as turned on as he is.
At one point, her heels are literally hanging in the air and she's holding her neck for support while he salvages her mouth. When he breaks the kiss to breath, she's dizzy with its intensity, and he notices her hazy face making sense of what has happened.
Farjaad presses his forehead with her, running his palm across her back in an attempt to soothe her.
"Kese rahun ga tumhare begair"
"Hamesha ke liye nai ruk rahi, aik raat ki baat hai."
"Tumhare begair to aik ghanta guzara nahi jata mujhse tum aik raat ki baat krti ho"
"Dramay baaz" She scowls hitting him on chest. "Bas ab jaaein, bohat hogya."
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