FROM NEVER TO HAPPILY EVER!

4.

Suman Malik.

Oh, so that's the issue. Well, women are gossip mongers. That doesn't mean it's true. I look at Gaddi Nasheen, smiling calmly, fully aware that even though his hand is no where near me, mine is still on his chest. I am too whipped for this man.

"Lekin Gaddi Nasheen ye baat to sach nahi hai. Sahir bahut hi professional hai aur ap mera nature jante hai. Mai sabse acha bond rakhti hu. Aur Sah---"

Third time in a row, he interrupts me bending his head slightly to make a point," Summi mai tumse explanation nahi maang raha. Mai bas chahta tha is baar tum Sahir se na milo. Mai faltu ke rumours sunna bhi nahi chahta"

I exhale in profound irritation. First thing he won't let me speak. And second, he is simply getting annoyed.

I shift a little away from him to gather my thoughts, so that this doesn't become a fight. Because really there is no matter here.

"Aap puri baat to suniye. Rumours to hote rahenge. Agar log tareef karenge to baatein bhi banengi. Jab tak maine kuch galat nhi kia to mai kyu sochu. Aur rahi baat apki, jab apko pata hai ye bas rumour hai to phir kya dikkat hai. Konsa hamare beech shohar biwi wala rishta hai? Jab Huda api ayengi to unko kahiyega na karen Sahir se zyada baat. Mujh par kyu gussa kar rahe hai?"

Well, fuck. This is exactly the opposite of what I wanted to say. I just fueled his anger. His eyes seem hurt, his lips pressing grimly as he nods firmly, in total sarcasm. A beat or two later, he skims me over like we are strangers and then stands up like nothing just happened.

"Samajh gaya hu mai. Mere tum par kuch huqooq nahi hain. Tumhe kisi baat ki salah dene ka haq nahi rakhta mai. Chalta hu"

Why is he saying all of this, why is he even getting this offended.

Aur kya galat bol diya maine. Apne pyar par jataye na ye apna pan, ye gussa, ye narazgi.

But something in his tone pricks my heart and I want to do nothing but hug him. He is the one who got hurt, but I feel too emotional.

Before he reaches the door, I grab his hand and turn him around, just to see his features had stiffened, totally on gaurd.

I wrap myself into him just as tears begin pouring out of my eyes. I hate myself for showing this weak side but I couldn't control. Why did he have to get hurt with my words? But he doesn't wrap his arms around me, his fists still clenching hard.

" Dur hato Sumi. Tumne kaha na tumhe matlab nahi hai mujse. Ab kyu ro rhi ho?"

I hug him harder, burying my face more into his chest. I sniffle, now looking up at him with a pout,"Sorry"

I blink my eyes for added effect, I thought he was melting until he totally spinned my world, literally.

His right hand grabs my waist, his fingers pressing hard against my flesh as he lifts me up slightly and places me against the rack of books while his left hand swiftly comes to rest above my head. I am sure my breathing has already stopped and I am in Jannat-ul-Firdous and this is Allah accepting my pleas.

I am shook, gaping like a fish out of water at him. But still he doesn't seem to be done yet, his right leg forces my legs apart and he bends to my height looking like a lion hunting for his prey. I have no sense of movement right now, I can only stare hypnotized at him. The urge to just merge our lips and to have what is forbidden is too much. His eyes, are spinning tales as old as eternity. The same passion I am sure is reflecting in mine.

"Mai un kamzor mardo me se nahi hu jo tumhari aankho ke deewane hai, ya wo jo tumhare hothon ke sapne raat ko bhunte ho. Toh mujh par tumhari adaon ka jadu nai chalega Summi. Allah khair kare agar tumne dubara Huda ki barabari khudse kari. Aur ye aakhri baar samjha raha hu, kisi bhi kaam me wapis Sahir ki madad nahi logi. Samjhi? Rishta chahe jo---"

This time, I am the one to cut him off, as I hold the lapels of his suit,"Rishta. Kya rishta hai hamara ki aap mujse ye sab demand kar rhe hai? Lagti kya hu mai? Hu koun apki jo itne fikarmand ho rhe hai? Aur agar Sahir mujhe pasand karta bhi hai to kya galat hai isme? Huda aapi aa jayengi to mujhe bhi to kisi ko dhundhna padega na. Aap to unke hath pakad kar pure Khilb me ghumenge aur mai kya karungi? Dekhti rahungi? Isse badhiya Sahir ki pyar bhari nigaho me hi sama jaun"

Sahir?

Pyar bhari nigahein?

And that seemed like the final cord, what's wrong with me. I am saying all the wrong things at an abnormally horrible time. I don't know what I am doing, but maybe I do. Maybe I just want him to break all barriers today. For two years, I have yearned to be in his arms. Or maybe the fear of Huda api taking my place in his heart. I know we have built something special. My insecurities are too loud.

This time his eyes turn red, the irises circling his pupil like he is out for blood. He breathes rapidly, while my flesh becomes his personal stress ball, squeezing each time he stresses.

Before I know it, he is fully pressed into me. A shudder rips my sane self from me, my pussy clenches each time I recognise the hard planes of his muscles pressed into my flesh. The hand holding my waist begins skimming the skin there and slowly lifting it up to my floating ribs. Meanwhile the knee between my legs presses more into my womanhood, I can physically feel the liquid seeping from the thin fabric of my panty onto his pants and I swear I felt a bulge beginning to form near my stomach.

Holy Lord, save me! Is that a hard on? Oh my God, we took the de tour and didn't first go through the hyped first kiss?

His fingers have now reached the underwire of my bra and are softly rubbing it like it's the skin underneath. My shaking hands slide between us, with intentions of stopping him but they somehow mold with the fabric above his sternal angle, trying to become one with him.

Like fuck. I can't stand no more, even with the support he is providing my body with. His fingers trace the skin above heart, " Aise hazar Sahir bhi khade kardogi tab bhi tumhara dil-e-haal aur jism-e-wafa dono ki is mukabil barabari na kar payenge jo sirf mere chune se hua hai. Chaho to aazmake dekh lena."

Then like the click of a finger he separates from me, all the pleasure gone within the blink of an eye. His hand cups my jaw, angling it such that my eyes align with his, " Mujse zubaan mat ladana is mamle par dubara, tumhari izzat beshak karta hun magar sawal hamare rishte par uthe to lafzon me nahi samjhaunga mera tum par kya kya haq hai aur kya kya tum mere naam pehle hi kar chuki ho"

And he is gone.