Silent Hearts: A Marriage of Arrangements

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"If you want you can but be gentle"
Zara blushed deeply at her own words, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. She watched as Asfandyar's grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes that made her pulse quicken. His voice was smooth, teasing, and full of promise. "I'll be very gentle..." he assured, his hand resting lightly on hers as he guided the car into the driveway of their new home.

The moment was quiet, heavy with anticipation, as he turned off the engine and leaned over, gently unbuckling her seatbelt. His fingers grazed her shoulders and arms in soft, comforting strokes, sending a shiver down her spine. Without a word, Asfandyar stepped out and came around to her side, opening the door with a gentleman's grace. He took her hand, helping her out of the car with the tenderness that was becoming so familiar.

As soon as they stepped through the front door, which clicked shut behind them, he pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her hair. "Zara..." he murmured softly, his voice filled with an emotion that made her heart flutter.

"Hmm... where are we?" she whispered, feeling the warmth of his body against hers.

Asfandyar didn't answer right away. Instead, he held her tighter, his hands tracing comforting patterns on her back. His silence spoke of the emotions he couldn't yet express in words. Finally, he replied, his voice low and husky, "We're home, Zara... our new home. And I want to show you around... but first..."

"New home?" Zara's voice was filled with wonder, her eyes wide with surprise.

Asfandyar grinned and, in one swift movement, lifted her off the ground. She let out a soft gasp as he wrapped her legs around his waist. "First, I want to carry you over the threshold," he teased, carrying her through the house until they reached the bedroom. He gently placed her down on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers.

He climbed beside her, propping himself up on one elbow, and began tracing soft patterns on her arm. "Zara... look at me," he whispered. When she turned to meet his gaze, her breath caught at the intensity in his eyes.

Asfandyar's face slowly inched closer, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed lightly over her bottom lip, his touch sending a ripple of warmth through her. "May I kiss you, Zara?" His voice was soft, almost pleading, his eyes searching hers for permission.

"Yes," she breathed, her heart pounding in her chest.

With a slow, deliberate smile, he closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against hers in a tender kiss. It was gentle at first, his lips exploring hers with soft, careful movements. But as she kissed him back, her hands gripping his shoulders, the kiss deepened, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, coaxing them apart.

His hands, warm and firm, roamed over her body with the gentleness he had promised. He pulled away from her lips, trailing kisses down her neck, his fingers sliding the fabric of her dress up inch by inch. "Is this okay, Zara?" His voice was breathless, full of desire yet still respectful, waiting for her to guide him.

"Yes," she whispered, her body trembling with anticipation.

Asfandyar's kisses became more urgent, more intense, as he carefully lifted her dress higher, his hands finding their way to her bra. His eyes darkened with unspoken adoration as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Zara... May I take this off?"

Her voice was barely a whisper. "Yes..."

With careful, reverent hands, he unhooked her bra, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of her bare skin. His lips found their way to her breast, his breath warm against her skin. Zara gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against her chest.

"Asfi..." she whimpered, her voice breaking with need.

He lifted his head to meet her gaze, his expression a mix of love and longing. "Can I... make love to you tonight?" His voice was barely a whisper, his fingers already tugging at the hem of her underwear, his eyes silently begging for her permission.

"Please..." he murmured, his fingers gently sliding the delicate fabric down her legs.