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Third Person's POV:
Fatima woke up due to the urge to use bathroom. She tried to get up but a force was holding her. Looking around , she realized the situation she is in , her head on Yousaf's chest, his hand holding her waist while her's was placed on his chest and their legs tangled.
She tried to escape out of his grip but it seemed impossible to her.
"What biwi, let me sleep"he said in husky voice and then changed their position. Now he is sleeping above her , one leg on her , head in her neck and holding her waist tightly.
"I need to g..go to bathroom" she tried not to strutter.
"Hmm" he was still in deep sleep.
"Yousaf get up i need to go" she said while pushing his arm. Now his sleep was gone just because of his lovely wife and then he thought why not to tease her.
"No my cuddle baby i wont let you go" he playfully whispered in her ear and hugged her tightly just like hugging a bear.
He placed light kisses on her neck making her moan.
"Plea..se na..aa"she helplessly said, pushed his face.
"I need to get up and take shower apki waja se namaz bhi kaza ho gai" she complained.
(Because of you we missed our fajarnamaz)
Leaning on his hand he raised an eyebrow
"Meri waja , acha ji mein btaon kiski waja se"he started to tickle her.
(May fault really, wait i tell you whose fault)
"Bus bus or nahi" she said between laughs breathing heavily. Finally he stopped tickling her. She got up from bed , wrapped the sheets around herself.
"Where are you going?"
"Bathroom to take a shower"she said in duh tone. He stood up went towards her.
"Kia kr rahay hain?" She said with confusion.
(What are you doing?)
"Chalo ao pani save krtay hain waisay bhi mulk mein pani ki kami ho gai hai "with that he scoped her in his arms, twirled her.
(Lets save water, because there is deficiency of water in country)
"Nahiiii" she squealed but he didn't listened to her.
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After having breakfast , her mother in law ordered them to get ready for reception as that was in evening and it was already 12 in afternoon. Aisha and her cousins took Fatima to parlor. Her reception dress was specially made by best designer on the request of her husband.
Tea pink color dress with silver beads. The the tail of of her dupatta was so long , it was putting pressure on her neck and head. It was so heavy in weight and too difficult to carry it. Her hair were also done beautifully. She wore beautiful silver color high block heel. Smokey eye shadow, light red lipstick with pink touch. Her face didn't even need that much makeup as she was naturally so pretty.
