❝When love is at its best,
One loves so much that
He cannot forget.❞
The years he spent loving her from afar. She was out of his league, also for her, he was non-existent.
Now, when he is a successful Movie star, will his first love find a happy en...
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The night they spend cuddled. And the next morning, Fareeha woke up feeling fresh. She turned her head and found Sarfaraz's face inches away from her. His strong arms securely clenched her from behind, engulfing her. She looked at their other hand; their loosely clenched fingers. And blushed.
Careful not to disturb him, she moved his hand from over her shoulder and got down. Pulling the straps of her nightie, she picked up her night robe and walked to the bathroom. A sketchy feeling between her thighs lingered, reminiscent of last night.
Fareeha smiled to herself, turning on the shower knob and recollected about last night.
"Excuse me. We didn't do it."
"But I got in, and that thing is in sta--." He winked.
"Only little was left. Tsk, tsk."
We didn't do it, but we need to do it.
She ran her loofa over her arms, imagining his warm touch. His sensuous mouth sucking on her skin, his lips gliding over her body. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Imaging the masculine scent of his body.
Sarfaraz shifted in bed and patted the other side, searching for her. He yawned, rubbing his eyes.
The jiggling sound of heavy anklets and the tinkle of bangles, followed by a whiff of fruity body wash and floral shampoo, alerted him. Sarfaraz sat straight on the bed, blinking a couple of times, so his wife came into focus.
"Good morning," Fareeha called softly, wiping her wet tresses with a towel.
He was too awestruck to talk. She smiled, walked up to him, and mischievously flipped her hair to throw droplets on his face. Sarfaraz shook his head and wiped his face with his hand.
"Who does this to wake someone up?" He commented.
"Really?" Fareeha replied from the balcony, placing the towel on the dry stand.
"Yeah, waking up by b***job is the best." Sarfaraz teased her.
"Chi, chi. Hawasi. Have some shame." Fareeha grimaced, picking up her silk dupatta and placing it on her shoulder. Sarfaraz chuckled and got up from the bed. Swiftly, he wore his jeans over his undies and hurried to her before she left.
Fareeha pulled up the neckline of her baby blue Anarkali suit and turned, stopping as Sarfaraz blocked her way.
"What?"
He tapped on his lips.
She rolled her eyes, and pushed him towards the bathroom, - "First brush and freshen up."
Sarfaraz took her hand and kissed her knuckles. Fareeha ignored the tingling sensation in her belly and kept frowning at him.
