Dillagi دللگی

27

Layla woke up from a deep slumber. She didn't even realized when she slept but all she remember that she was in his arms and it was way too comforting. The bed was empty and she let out a disappointed sigh.

She tied her hair in a messy bun and quickly freshen up herself. Her gaze fell on the door being opened and her heart started beating loudly. She focused her gaze backed to the mirror. Her hair was still wet as she showered few minutes ago. She was wearing a black anarkali and the dupatta was thrown on her bed. She is still not used to wear dupatta all the time.

"Mujhe laga aap maan gayi hai? Aise hi khush ho gaya tha main. Chale koi nahi. Apni biwi ko manane aata hai mujhe." Faris leaned on the door as he looked at her with a smirk.

"Aap yaha kya kar rahe hai? Jaaye Alisha ke pass. Waise bhi maine appointment nahi liya hai aapse milne ka. Apna waqt na zaaya kare mere saath." Layla bitterly said while drying her hair with the blow dryer.

"meri jan, koi itne handsome shohar se kaise khafa ho sakta hai?"

"Aur koi itni khoobsurat biwi ko kaise khafa kar sakta hai?" she retorted back and a smile was threatening to break out on his lips.

"Meri khoobsurat si biwi. Mujhe bataye ke main aapki maafi ke liye kya kar sakta hoon?"

"Faris- aap ko nahi maloom ke aap apni biwi ko kaise manaa sakte hai?" she looked at him with a challenging gaze.

"Manane ke hazaar tareeqe hai mere pass. But I would prefer the one which involve you and me in your bed." Her cheeks flushed at his words.

"Office nahi jaana hai aapko. Alisha mind kar legi." she retorted to which he chuckled.

"you are so jealous. aap chill kare. aap ne mujhe iss qaabil nahi chhoda ke main kisi aur ladki ko aankh utha kar bhi dekh lu. bohot acchi lagti hai aap mujhe aur aap ke elawa mujhe koi nahi dikhta." His hands were wrapped around her waist as he was kissing her earlobe's sensuously.

"jab aap mujhe itna pasand karte hai tou mere liye waqt kyu nahi nikal sakte?"

"Meri Jaan, mere waqt ki aap haqdaar hai aap. Main kyu waqt nahi nikal sakta aapke liye? Bass thoda masroof hoon aaj kal. Mujhe thoda waqt dey. Main jaise hi free hounga. Ham dono ka walima hoga aur phir ham dono honeymoon pe jaayenge."

"Honeymoon? Waqayi? Aap bataye ham dono kaha jaayenge?" excitement gleamed in her tone.

"Jaha aapka mann ho. Jaha bhi aapko jaana ho."

"Europe?"

"Sure. Aap har cheez plan kar ke mujhe bataye aur main arrange karwa dunga."

"Faris- thank you." Layla gushed in excitement and pecked his lips.

"mujhe bhi aapko thank you kahne ka mouka de?" Faris smirked as he crashed his lips against her.

Layla groaned when his hands travelled up to her waist as he held her in his arms. He put her on the bed and stare at her flush state. He removed his shirt in a swift motion.

Faris gulped when her finger traced his contour and muscles of his chests. He was breathing heavily when her finger was replaced by her lips.

"Layla." He breathed her name when she kissed his chest sensuously.

He angled her neck and crashed his lips against her. She groaned when he discarded her clothes on the floor.