She fell in love. She couldn't be with him. She married someone else. She fell in love again. Then she fell apart.
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Iraj Kazmi knows only one thing, that she's always right. Then life proves her wrong...
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Azfar kissed his wife's shoulder without an effort to disturb her sleep yet she shifted a little even with that slight touch, snuggling further into his chest. This time he kissed her head and she opened her eyes to look at him, "You're awake."
"I am." He replied.
Her fingers brushed his hair slowly back and forth, "Is something bothering you?"
Shaking his head he bent his chin down a little and kissed her nose, "I'm wide awake because of extreme happiness. I don't know how to calm myself back to sleep."
"Let's go down and have dinner, you haven't eaten since hours." Her hands were still moving in his hair, the waves were silky and thick.
"Well, I'd like to do something else if you say yes." His eyes were looking at her eyes but her attention was on his hair. She was feeling excited that she could run her fingers through them now.
"What?" She turned her attention to look at his face now.
"A repeat telecast." Nothing else, just his hands pulling down the sheets from her body slowly and she felt trapped in his touch.
"Huh—" There wasn't much to say for her, she was grateful the lights were completely dimmed, "Azfar."
"Yes?" He spoke while placing kisses on the center of her chest.
"Nothing." His hands grazed over the skin of her breasts and hers went on his back after much bravery from her side.
"We'll go down for dinner after I tell my wife she's the most beautiful woman in the world, in my own way." His face angled upwards kissing her neck. Her eyes closed as a reflex of her still lingering shyness.
"You are, so gorgeous." Hovering his face over hers he stopped to look at her. He wanted her to open her eyes, and look at him. He wasn't going to order her to do anything.
His hands left her breasts and held her face in them gently, "I love you." Then he kissed her forehead and she opened her eyes.
"I love you too." She touched his cheek with her right hand and he took her lips in his own now with a gentle force and continued his task before taking her for a shower and then later dinner.
The next morning they were having their breakfast at the table together after almost a month, "Mehran has said that we will have my office opening next week so, can we postpone the visit to bhai and bhabhi's?" She looked at her husband who was feeding her food.
Azfar placed the last bit of the paratha in her mouth for her to finish her breakfast, "Yes, sure."
He got up to get his wallet and keys from the bedroom and told the maid to shift their things to the other bedroom till evening. He came back to the lounge where Iraj was now sitting on the sofa with the tv switched on and remote in her hands watching a cartoon. The looney tunes.
