Mehrbano is a kind enthusiastic girl entrapped in a loveless marriage with a cold man Ehan Haider. She had fully invested herself in her marriage but she got nothing but pain. She never knew her heart would be shattered into pieces.
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The night had fully arrived at the corner. I put all the dishes on the dining table and took my seat. I waited for him.
After a few minutes, he came out of the bedroom door, freshly showered, dressed in a black trousers and a black shirt. He looked handsome as always.
He sat next to me and I started serving biryani on his plate.
"It's delicious" He said after taking a spoon full of rice.
"Thank you" I murmured and served myself some food.
"I hate these trips" He announced after a few seconds.
"Why?" I asked calmly.
"It takes me away from home" He looked straight into my eyes.
I averted my gaze. I couldn't look into his eyes which held different kinds of emotions in them. I could never understand his emotions even after spending so much time with him. He was still a mystery to me. He was expert to hide what's going into his heart.
I believed I could never reach his heart.
Never.
We had our dinner in silence. After having the meal, I started cleaning the dishes. He went into the balcony. I could see him through the open kitchen. He was inspecting his plants. I watered them regularly in his absence. They were fresh and alive.
He started watching a movie on the TV. I didn't see him using his phone even for a moment. He even didn't had his phone with him. It was probably lying at the nightstand in the bedroom.
When I was done with the dishes, I took out the desert out of the refrigerator. It was perfectly cold now. I served it in a small bowel and walked to him in the lounge.
"Ras malai" I pointed at the bowel.
"I forgot about it" He said plainly.
"I made everything you asked" I found it necessary to tell him that I didn't overlook his wish.
"You didn't get for yourself?" He asked me, patting beside him on the sofa.
"No. I don't want to have it" I settled beside him.
"Khilao" He asked me, turning towards me. I have noticed his attention diverted from the movie.
(You feed me)
I started feeding him the desert. His gaze was fixed at him. The film running on the screen in front of us and he didn't pay any attention to it.
"It's tasty" He said in between.
"Thank you" I murmured, without looking up at him. My eyes were fixed at the bowel I was holding.
Sometimes, I felt as if everything was normal between us when he behaved normally to me without any harshness, rudeness or sweetness.
After eating, he rested his head on the back of sofa for a few minutes. I went back to kitchen to finally done with everything. I turned off the kitchen lights and he turned off the TV and rest of the lights in the lounge.
He checked the main door before moving forward to the bedroom behind me. I wanted to get rid of the clothes I was wearing and get into something comfortable but he was using the dressing room.
He came out of the dressing room and took his steps towards me. He was holding a rectangular box in his one hand. He sat next to me and handed me the box.
"Tumhare liye" He said softly to me.
(It's for you)
I was expecting a gift. It was ritual for him to get me something whenever he goes for trip. His trips were the only occasions where I get the gifts. He hardly gifted me anything on other occasions like eid and birthdays.
I opened the box. It had a beautiful necklace in it. It was a pear shaped light blue stone silver necklace. It was beautiful. I liked it in just one glance. It seemed expensive to me.
I looked up at him. He was already looking at my face, observing my reaction.
"It looks expensive" I asked him.
"You're welcome" He replied seriously.
"Huh" I uttered, looking at him.
"You were supposed to thank me instead of asking for it's price" He replied.
"I didn't ask for it's price. I was just saying it looks expensive and of course thank you" I said tracing my fingers on the blue stone.
"It doesn't matter if it's expensive" He held the box in his hands and took out the necklace.
His one hands removed my dupatta wrapped around my neck. He leaned at me and with his both hands at my back, he tied the necklace around my neck.
Moving back, he positioned it in the middle of my neck just above my shirt. He leaned down once again and pressed his lips at my neck. He peppered a few kisses there.
He trailed small pecks from my neck to throat and then to my jaw. He captured my lips into a soft kiss. His one cupped my cheeks and other one rested on the bed beside me.
The kiss turned into a rough one. I was getting out of breath but he wasn't ready to remove his mouth from mine. I tapped on his shoulders twice and pushed him away.
"I am tired" I heard him murmuring.
He rested his forehead on my shoulder, breathed heavily. I also rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, feeling his warmth around myself. He would hardly express this side of him with me.
He moved back and removed his shirt. He threw it carelessly on the floor and captured my lips once again. He pushed me on the bed and my back touched the soft bedsheet.
In a few minutes, he removed every piece of cloth from our bodies. Under the sheets, our bodies entangled in a mess. He had tied my hands above my head to the bedpost. He was having his ways with me.
"I missed you so damn much" He whispered in my ear.
I looked at his face and our gaze met. He was thrusting into me with our gaze fixed at each other. I experienced a different kind of intimacy with him today. A different kind of warmth which I hardly experienced with him.
"Never ignore me again Mehr!" He bit on my skin hard as if he punished me for ignoring him.
The gentleness he showed at the start turned into roughness, leaving me breathless under him.
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