His silence his pride ( continuation)

Love Making

The evening of Zaid's birthday had started beautifully. Friends and family gathered, laughter filled the house, and the festive atmosphere buzzed with warmth. Mahra watched from a distance as Zaid mingled with everyone, a fond smile on her face. But soon, her attention was drawn to one guest in particular—Zaid's cousin, Zara.

Zara was modern, dressed in a chic, form-fitting dress, and seemed glued to Zaid, often laughing at things he barely reacted to. Mahra's insecurities flared as she observed the dynamic. She remembered that Zaid's ex-love had been modern, too. Maybe this was the kind of woman he truly preferred.

With that thought lingering in her mind, Mahra decided to change things up for the birthday dinner. She slipped into an elegant saree, pairing it with a daring backless blouse that hugged her curves and gave her an undeniable allure. When she entered the dining area, heads turned. Even Zaid, who was in the middle of a conversation, froze, his eyes widening slightly as he took her in. She looked breathtaking, a quiet confidence radiating from her that made every man in the room take a second glance.

Mahra noticed Zaid's clenched jaw and the fire in his eyes as he watched her. A small thrill of satisfaction swept through her, knowing she had his attention. But before she could enjoy the moment fully, he was at her side, his hand gripping her wrist firmly but gently as he whispered, "We need to talk. Now."

He led her to their room, shutting the door behind them with more force than necessary. Turning to her, his gaze was intense, filled with a jealousy and possessiveness that made her pulse race.

"Whom exactly are you trying to impress, Mahra?" he demanded, his voice low but unmistakably frustrated.

Mahra blinked, taken aback by his tone, though a small part of her was secretly pleased by his reaction. "Who else would I be trying to impress, Zaid?" she replied softly. "I thought you liked women who were... modern."

"Modern?" he repeated, his brows drawing together. "You thought you had to change yourself to get my attention? Mahra, you don't understand—you could make my heart race just by looking in my direction and  you have no idea how hard I get when I found you in wet hair."

She lowered her eyes, her cheeks flushed as she confessed, "I wanted to be like... someone you would notice. Someone you'd want."

Zaid's expression softened, and he stepped closer, his voice low, laced with a heat that sent a shiver down her spine. "Are you saying you were trying to seduce me?" He tilted her chin up so she'd meet his gaze. "Do you know what you do to me without even trying? Just being near you, smelling the faint scent of jasmine in your hair, hearing you say my name... Mahra, I've been holding myself back. I promised you time, to wait until you were ready."

He took a breath, his gaze locking with hers. "Tell me, Mahra... are you ready to be mine?"She nodded, her lips parting slightly, her face flushed. "Yes," she whispered, feeling as though her heart might burst.

That was all he needed. His lips claimed hers fiercely, his hands threading through her hair as he pulled her closer, his kiss full of the passion he'd kept restrained for so long. Mahra clung to him, returning his kiss with equal fervor, her fingers curling into his shirt as if she couldn't get close enough.

When his hands moved to her saree, he started to tug it free, but Mahra's hand quickly came up, stopping him.

"Now what?" he murmured, his voice gruff with need and impatience.

"Everyone's outside," she managed, breathless. "They're waiting for us... what will they think?"Zaid smirked, leaning down to press a slow, deliberate kiss on her neck that sent a surge of warmth through her. "They can wait. Right now, I only care about you."

He trailed kisses down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her gasp softly. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan, but when he nipped at her sensitive skin, she couldn't help the sound that escaped her.

He chuckled against her neck. "Shhh, don't be too loud, love. Or do you want everyone to hear us?"

She blushed, but his words only fueled the fire between them. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she let herself go, finally giving in to the emotions she'd kept locked away for so long, letting herself feel the love she'd been so afraid to admit. In that moment, nothing else mattered—no insecurities, no fears, just the two of them, together, finally sharing the love they'd both waited so long to embrace.