Tesoro mio: My Treasure

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Fabiha's P. O. V

"Can I?" Zayaan asked as our noses are brushing on each other. I took a gulp. I started breathing heavily. I couldn't keep my eyes open. I didn't answer him rather I just gave him a nod. His grip on my hand tightened as he demanded, "I need words." I took a deep breath and said, "Yes." I whispered. He looked satisfied with my answer. I couldn't think of anything else than Zayaan. I don't know why but I was having a strange urge to feel his lips on mine. I wanted them to crash on mine. I wanted them to explore me. And Zayaan, without wasting a second crashed on my lips. Just the way I wanted. I snaked my arms around his neck. He cupped my face with his left arm. And the other arm of his was on my back, he pulled me closer to him, closing the distance between us. His lips feel so heavenly on mine. I can feel our heavy and warm breath. The feel of our bodies being pressed together cannot be expressed in words. The warmth of his body makes me want him more. I feel like my whole body is on fire. Keep kissing me, Zayaan. Don't stop.

Soon he bites on my lower lip, due to which I open my mouth a bit. Taking this opportunity he slips his tongue inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb and my heart explodes. Still I don't want him to stop. The rain started to shower again. But we didn't stop. He kept eating my lips. I can't describe the butterflies in my stomach. They weren't butterflies anymore. They were dragons. We kept kissing until, we both became breathless.

I didn't let go of my grip from his hair. Neither did he let go of my back. "That was incredibly sweet." He whispered breathlessly as his thumb brushed off my lips. I took my gaze down and panting. I couldn't look into his eyes as I was embarrassed. He put his hands on my chin and, "Let me see that pretty face of yours." He said and lifted my chin. Our gaze met. A pleasing grin formed on his face as he planted a kiss on my forehead. "I have just realized something, Spark." He started. I looked into his eyes and asked, "What is it?" "Our lips fit so perfectly." He teased. I punched him in his stomach softly. And we both laughed.

We were walking by the lakeside under the rain, when Zayaan took my hand and pulled me closer. "What?" I asked shyly. "Let's dance under the rain." He suggested. "Really?" I asked. "Yes." He answered. "Like the Bollywood one?" I again asked. He wrapped his arms around me and replied, "Just the way you want."

Author's P. O. V

The couple came back home at midnight. The rain hasn't stopped for a while. Zayaan and Fabiha enter the house without making a single sound as they think that everyone is sleeping. As they step in the living room the lights lit up. They were greeted by Nisha and Zeshan. "Oh My God! What happened to you guys? Why are you guys drenched? Did the car break down or something?" Nisha enquired as she became worried. "Calm down, honey. It's not good for your health. Don't forget you are carrying our baby, na." Zeshan tried to calm his wife down. "Don't worry, bhabi, we are great. And the car is also doing fine." Zayaan answered. "Then why are you drenched?" Nisha asked. "Hurry up and take a shower. Or else you guys are gonna catch a cold." She added. "Nisha baby, they won't catch a cold. Calm down." Zeshan said. "Why?" Nisha asked. "Because they aren't drenched due to rain." Zeshan said. "What do you mean?" Nisha asked her brows furrowed. "They are drenched in love." Zeshan stated. Hearing Zeshan, Fabiha's eyes fell down due to embarrassment. "How so?" Zayaan asked. Zeshan patted Zayaan's shoulder and said, "The lipstick smuches on Fabiha's face says so." And went towards his room. Nisha came closer to Zayaan and said, "Don't be so harsh on the poor soul. Bye" and followed Zeshan. "And yes, best of luck." She added. Fabiha's face turned into a red tomato due to embarrassment. She eyed him and went to her room.

In the room

Fabiha is getting her bed ready,while Zayaan just came out from the bathroom only with a towel wrapped around his torso. He cam e towards Fabiha and handed her a towel. "When will you learn to dry your hair?" Fabiha asked with a pleasing smile. Fabiha sat on the bed while Zayaan sat on the floor. Fabiha started rubbing Zayaan's hair with the towel Zayaan handed her. She dried his hair for him. When Zayaan notice there's a pillow lying on the couch, he got confused and asked, "Why is there a pillow on the couch?" Fabiha stopped and said, "Oh that one?" He nodded. "That's for you." She replied. "What do you mean, that is for me?" Zayaan enquired. "Or what? You think I will sleep on the same bed with you?" She asked. "Of course. After all that happened tonight, you're still not gonna sleep on the same bed with me?" Zayaan asked. Hearing him, Fabiha's face turned into red as crimson. And her face adorned a beautiful smile. She handed him the towel and tried to escape him but in vain. Zayaan gripped on her wrist and made her sit on his lap.

"What are you doing? Leave me. Someone might just enter the room, Zayaan." She starting hitting his chest lightly. Zayaan with a smirk on his face, "Let's practise." He suggested. "Practise what?" Fabiha asked. Zayaan leaned a bit closer to her and said, "The thing that we did earlier." In a low husky voice. This time Fabiha pushed him away and escaped him successfully. "And that's why, you're sleeping on the couch." She said and went for bed.

In the morning

The Fadels are having their breakfast. Fabiha and Zayaan also joined them. The older Fadel started, "Today, it feels so good to have breakfast with my family." Everyone nodded in unison. "I have an announcement." The older started. "Sure. Go ahead, dad." Zeshan said. "I want you to attend a business party that will be held in Canada." "Me?" Zeshan asked. "Yes, you my son." The older replied. "But honey, his wife needs him the most during this time. And the doctor has prohibited Nisha for any type of travel. The first trimester is a very risky stage. I won't allow that." Mrs. Fadel announced. "But this business party is very important for our company. I have an important meeting with our shareholders so I can't miss it. And that's why I have asked Zeshan to attend it." Mr. Fadel said. "Then let Zayaan attend the party." Mrs. Fadel suggested. Mr. Fadel also agreed upon her opinion. They all looked at Zayaan with hopeful eyes. But it seems like he didn't even pay attention to them. Rather he was fully focused in having his breakfast. He looked up while munching on his breakfast, "What?" He asked with mouthful of food. Fabiha nodded her in disbelief. 'This bastard. He's never gonna be matured.' Fabiha thought.

Mrs. Fadel explained the situation to Zayaan. "So, what's your opinion? Will you be able to attend the party?" Zeshan asked. "I think I might only if my wife accompanies me." Zayaan said with a bright smile and turned towards Fabiha. Seeing his behavior Fabiha turned the other side due to embarrassment. Everyone started laughing out loud. "Zayaan, calm down. You will go there with your wife. Don't worry." Nisha said. 'Once a bastard, always a bastard.' Fabiha thought. "So, when are we leaving?" Zayaan asked. "Next week." Mr. Fadel answers. "Ok then. I will accomplish all my office work by then." Zayaan said. Mr. Fadel gave him a nod. "And Fabiha, I hope your finals are going to be over by then. Right?" He added. "Yes, they will be. And from next week I will be enjoying my semester break." Fabiha informed. "Good. Then there's no hurry for you guys to comeback. Just enjoy your stay and Zayaan make sure that you will take Fabiha to visit the beautiful places there." Mrs. Fadel said. "Of course, I will." Zayaan answered. "And yes, Fabiha, let's surprise your friends by paying sudden visit to them." He added. Hearing Zayaan, Fabiha's eyes started to sparkle with joy.

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