FROM NEVER TO HAPPILY EVER!

10.

Suman Malik.

I chuckle at his words, even though I feel like breaking into sobs.

"Muhabbat ki hai Gaddi Nasheen, nibhani to padegi", I feel like he doesn't deserve this confession. Like he doesn't deserve one second of my time right now, but I also feel like I might burst if I don't let it out.

His head comes up from my shoulder, I lift mine to find tears shining in his coal black orbs, it's a sight to be seen because for the first time Gaddi Nasheen is crying.

Ishq insan se kya kya karwata hai. Ishq jo wo Huda api se karte hai.

His eyes reflect the heaviness in his heart. The pain of rejection he is going through, our pains are similar really. Only mine is more intense.

I wipe his eyes, cleaning any remnant of a tear from his face. I gently caress his hair, trying to soothe him. Slowly, I close the gap between us and plant my lips on his forehead. I need him to know he has my support even though it's breaking my heart.

When he opens his eyes this time, the pain has subdued and he feels lot better. I can read him with the blink of an eye. And along the way, I realise even I am feeling better just being engulfed in his arms.

There is so much solace when his forehead rests against mine and he begins caressing my cheeks. I didn't know he was this good at physical contacts.

"Bataiye aage kya hua", I whisper because he is too close to speak loudly.

His fingers freeze for a second, then they continue.

"Maine kha ki Nikah karte hai. Mai usko biwi banana chahta tha aur usne kaha usko ye shadi nahi karni. Aur waja kya di? Ke wo ye sab zimmedari nahi sambhal payegi, waise to kabhi nahi jaise tumne sambhal rakhi hai. Maine phir bhi kaha, usko kuch karne ki zarurat nahi hai. Mai Gaddi Daniyal ko de dunga. Magar usne kaha ki wo tumhare sath ye nahi kar sakti, ke wo tumhari sautan nahi ban na chahti....lekin kya do mahine pehle jab wo mujse pyar confess kar rhi thi, usko ye nai pata tha? Ki wo tumhari sautan banegi.

Ek mahine me aisa kya badal gaya? Aisa kya hogaya ki ab wo mohabbat hi nahi rahi", he says.

The extent this man can go to for his love. He would have left the Gaddi. The one thing he has been bread for?

I open my eyes, looking at his face and fall even more for him. I don't know if that's possible, but I have that feeling. Like I am just more in love with him now.

"Mai karti hu Huda api se baat. Shayad wo tab maan jayen", Even though that's the last thing I want.

His eyes snap open, and he looks at me like I am not human.

"Tum ye kaise kar sakti ho Suman? Mohabbat kaise hui agar tum mujhe itni asani se uska hone de rahi ho?", he asks baffled.

I smile, cupping his face, "Yahi to mohabbat hai Gaddi Nasheen. Aap jisse mohabbat karte hai, apko uska sukoon mile. Meri yahi dua rahegi" I speak, but no one knows the pain I am hiding.

His eyes narrow, he presses me closer to his chest, his hand skims through my waist,"Mai ab is kabil bhi nahi bacha, ki tum apna dard mujse baat sako? Sahir ki pyar bhari nigahen kuch zyada pasand aa gayi hai?"

I scoff, "Aap mera dard jhel payenge?"

His other hand grips my shoulder, his fingers trace the junction of my neck.

"Mujhe tumhe padne ke liye tumse mohabbat karne ki zarurat nahi hai."

I cup the region of his heart, "Mohabbat nahi hai to is tez dhadkan ki kya waja hai"

That leaves his mouth shut, just the way I like it right now.

"Aapne bahut dil toda hai, kabhi bharpai nahi hogi. Isse badiya hai mai Huda api ko mana lun, phir mai apne raste aur aap apni sha-", he closed my mouth by keeping his hand on my mouth.

"Mujhe chod kar jana chahti ho? Reh logi mere bina?", his voice is getting agressive. The hold on my waist tightens, for the love of God. He keeps getting my panties in a twist all the time but never eases the torture.

"Toh kya ap do biwiyan rakhna chahte hai? Mujhe jane nahi denge aur api se pyar ki bheek maangenge? Itne kab gir gaye ap?" I screech hitting his chest.

Enough of his drama. I am just done with him.

I begin hitting his chest, scratching whatever skin I can find. He sits through it, not reacting at all.

"Dard nahi ho raha na? Shirt pe scratch kar rhi hu. Rukiye ap", I unbutton his shirt, getting one button torn out in the process.

Then I begin scratching all over his chest, with my pointed nails, bloody patches form everywhere but he still doesn't stop. Just stares at me lovingly.

Then finally, after an eternity he stops my hands. He bends down to kiss each of my fingers while my hand clenches.

I struggle to get out of his lap, but his hold is obviously stronger.

"Chodein Gaddi Nasheen!", I screech again.

"Chod dunga! Pehle mera naam lo", he speaks dazed. What is happening with him. First he gives me this look, then I let my gaurd down and then he regrets it.

"Koi haq nahi apka mujse ye mangne ka!" I sputter aghast at his bloody guts.

His eyes darken at my question, he gets up with me on him and then throws me on the bed. Goodness, not again.

Then he climbs on the bed, half naked might I add looking sexy as hell with all my nail marks on his chest.

"Shohar hu tumhara! Aur aaj tak har farz ada kia hai shohar hone ka, siwaye ek ke" His body hovers over mine. And mine shivers under his heated gaze.

His eyes bore into my soul, marking the entirety of my soul as his. He awakens desires as dark as the deepest pits of hell with just a flick of his thumb over my clavicle. His head dips down to my neck, a shudder encompasses my spine just when he stops a millimetre away from grazing my skin. Which is even more tortorous, now my flesh craves the warmth of his smooth skin to glide over, the hot breaths are just too much to take.

"Suman, mera naam lo! Isi waqt!", his command is clear and deciphered well but my frenzy self can't get over the hotness of this man. His bulging veins are ceasing my breaths while he supports himself above me such that none of his body touches mine but is close enough to cast a spell upon me.

Ya Allah! Mere sabr ka imtehan is tara na len.

"Aa...ap kya kar rhe h-" his fingers shushs my lips by pressing his thumb hard. Even that makes me roll my eyes to the back of my head in pleasure.

Whipped is an understatement.

"Naam lo Suman" he grunts, an animalistic guttural I haven't heard before.

"Fayaz! Fayaz Ahmed Pir!"

That's all it takes for his lips to go down on mine in a lightning speed and to possess me like never before.

Aap to meri jaan lekar maanenge Gaddi Nasheen!