❝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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Later in the night, after dinner, Fareeha hurriedly packed the kitchen. Before she could spend time with her husband, the kids from neighboring apartments arrived, circling Sarfaraz. After that, Feroz took his son-in-law for a long drive for some bonding.
Fareeha changed into a sexy short nightie and waited and waited until she fell asleep. Around midnight, the door slowly opened to their room, and she shifted lazily. A tall figure walked in. Sighing loudly, he fell next to her.
"Yaar, your dad's pakoas so bad. He was strolling and talking with me as though I was his girlfriend. Argh! My head hurts." Sarfaraz shifted.
"Come here." Fareeha opened her arms invitingly. Exhausted, he fell on her. She sighed, embracing him, and caressing his hair.
"You know, Fareeha. You have always been my comfort." He mumbled against her chest.
"I know." She smiled, closing her eyes. Within minutes, Sarfaraz was slightly snoring. With a serene smile on her face, Fareeha fell asleep as well.
The next morning, Fareeha shifted noticing, that even in his sleep, Sarfaraz's grip around her waist was too tight. His head was firmly pressed against her breasts, and one leg was thrown over her thighs. She lifted her head, eyeing him whilst trying to slip out of his hold.
"Hmm, don't go." He said groggily.
She giggled, pushing his arms, - "It is almost sunrise. Leave--me--"
"No!" He snuggled closer.
"Hadi!"
"No!"
Fareeha fell back and huffed.
"After so long, I am getting time with you. I am not leaving you." He whined.
"Okay--but let me just--move your fat body off me, at least."
Sarfaraz frowned, leaning back, and blinked at her, - "What? Fat? Where? How?"
"Yeah!"
Fareeha moved his arm off her and sat up, tugging down her mini-nightie. Sarfaraz raised his eyebrow. She blushed, pulling up the thin strap of her dress.
"I am assuming--"
"Stop thinking your head will explode." She teased, smiling. Before she got down, he held her delicate arm and pulled her onto the bed again.
"Early morning, you are looking so--enticing--" Sarfaraz admired her up close, flickering her hair from her face and leaned over her. Fareeha closed her eyes, with his lips touching her forehead. A soft, lingering kiss.
"What are you doing?" She chuckled as his hand slipped into her dress.
"Tickling my wife." He ran his finger over her thigh. Fareeha playfully moved his hand, but he was firm.
