part 17

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It had been a few months since their wedding, and life had settled into a comfortable rhythm. Zohi and Babar had fallen into their respective routines, with Babar often away on cricket tours and Zohi managing the home and pursuing her own interests. Despite the distance, their love grew stronger with each passing day.

One evening, Zohi was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. She hummed a tune softly to herself, the house filled with the comforting aroma of her cooking. She missed Babar terribly, but she knew he was following his passion, and she supported him wholeheartedly.

As she set the table, she heard the front door open. Her heart skipped a beat, but she brushed it off, thinking it was just her imagination. She turned back to her task, lost in thought.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist from behind. She gasped, turning her head quickly, only to be met with Babar's intense gaze and commanding presence. "Surprise!" he said, his voice deep and authoritative.

"Babar!" she exclaimed, spinning around to face him. "Ap kab aaye? Mujhe bataya kyun nahi?"

He smirked, pulling her closer with a firm grip. "Bas abhi abhi. Tumhe surprise dena chahta tha," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Zohr's eyes filled with tears of joy. "Mujhe toh yakeen hi nahi ho raha ke ap yahan ho."

Babar leaned in, his forehead touching hers, his voice low and possessive. "Main bhi tumhe bohot miss kiya, Zohi." Without another word, he captured her lips in a dominant, passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of all the longing, the love, and the connection they shared, even across miles.

When they finally pulled away, Zohi's cheeks were flushed, and her heart was racing. "Apka tour kaisa tha?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Bohat accha. Lekin ab sabse accha yeh hai ke main ghar wapas aagaya hoon, tumhare paas," he replied, his gaze intense and filled with a fierce love. He leaned closer, his voice a commanding whisper in her ear, "Ab tum sirf meri ho. Samjhi?"

They spent the rest of the evening catching up, laughing, and sharing stories. The house, which had felt empty and quiet, was now filled with their joy and love. As they sat together, hands intertwined, Zohi knew that no matter the distance or the time apart, their love would always bring them back to each other.



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**Author's Note**

Hey everyone,

Thank you so much for joining me on this incredible journey with [destiny love ]. As we reach the end of this tale, I want to express my heartfelt gratitude for your support, comments, and enthusiasm. I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Stay tuned for more stories, and feel free to share your thoughts on this one. Your feedback means the world to me.

Best wishes,
[ Zohi ]

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