𝐁𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑

13 | painful, painless

"Those innocent eyes slit my soul up
like a razor."
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Moments passed, seconds ticked off but his eyes never wandered off her. Her frame - so elegantly clad in that surkh laal joda - allured him even more.

He thought he had loved her beyond limits but after the nikah, he started getting second thoughts, the feelings were intensifying.

Jab bhi ussay laga ki wo iss hud se zyada usse mohabbat nahi kar sakta, uske liye pagal nahi ho sakta ; agle hee pal wo usski aankhon mein aur doob jaata tha, usski khubsurati mein beh jaata tha, usski saadgi mein pighal jaata tha.

"You're my wife and I plan on reminding you this every second of us being together." He whispered as his eyes drank her in. The love in them, overpowered every other emotion in his eyes.

Benazir's lashes fluttered closed for a few seconds as she took deep breaths. It was all overwhelming for her.

His sapphire coloured eyes ran all over her frame as he basked in the warmth of her essence, her fragrance beside him. His heart felt at ease as he looked at her, finally as his wife. HIS.

He let out a brief sigh of relief, a contented one as his gaze got fixated onto the road. His fingers worked efficiently with the gear as he played with it. His Range Rover vibrated as he accelerated through the deserted road towards his house.

As the seconds passed, Benazir felt her heart leaping out of her chest. It wasn't like no one knew her. Everyone did.

Her identity was not hidden away from his family and friends and she was afraid of the upcoming drama. Her heart beat skyrocketed as she saw him slowing down.

Her eyes wandered over to him every now and then. Her husband sat there, his legs wide spread as he leaned back into the seat. His eyes were fixated onto the road, and his fingers drummed against the steering wheel.

The man sat there, looking devilishly handsome as always, owning the place. His aura screamed richness, power and class.

She couldn't help it, her eyes were fixated onto his frame. In the dim light entering through the glass mirror, she saw the corner of his lips lifting up in a half smile.

It was a soft gesture, almost invisible if she wasn't focused on him so much. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, the warmth left the dark crimson colour on its way.

"Staring is rude, wife." His velvety voice vibrated through her eardrums making her eyes go wide.

The sudden embarrassment made her cheeks flare up. She bit her bottom lip, turning her face away from his eyes towards the window.

Trees look so captivating. She thought as she tried to get away from second hand embarrassment.

Her red painted lips parted slightly as she tried to keep her heart beats in check.

Zaviyar let out a chuckle. Her each and every antics allured him to her. Be it the shyness in her nature or the bold attitude she carries on sometimes.

You don't understand Benazir, I've lost myself, to you.

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Naila repeatedly tried calling her number, her fingers fumbled with the device as she again dialed Benazir's number but it again went straight to voicemail.

"Kahan ho tum Benazir." She closed her eyes for a brief moment as she tried to keep her nerves in check.

Her eyes then wandered off to the old woman that sat comfortably on the royal looking seat. Raziya Bi took a deep drag of the hukkah as her fingers moved on to the beats of the song playing in the background.