Fated

Chapter-16-Home

4 months later

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Stripping off all my clothes I step into the shower. The cold water hits my skin, cooling down my body from the outside heat. Today was a busy day at the boutique.

My thoughts take me back in time, four months back when we had came here with Uncle Irfan. This apartment was the big surprise, his gift for me and Hamid. Hamid of course insisted at first that we could not take a gift so big but Uncle was very persuasive ; therfore we both lost to him. We are just twenty minutes away from his house, so every weekend we are either at thier place or they are at our place.

The building has only three apartment. The bottom one is owned by an old french lady. The middle apartment is the place we now call home.

The main door of our apartment is solid wood. Which then leads to a foyer with glass walls.

The living room, dining and kitchen is a open plan.

The living room has a black couch which is set in a harsh C-shape with corners. I added in hot pink and grey cushions on it for contrast with the set of fake flowers that sit in the corner of the room inside a shiney glass vase. There is a small wodden coffee table situated in the middle. There is a Led tv pressed against one wall in the living room.

Two steps up and there is the kitchen and dinning room. Towards the right are two steps which lead to a small foyer. There is a small guest bedroom whith plain white bed and matching side tables.

The master bedroom which us our has oak furniture, dark head board bed, with a matching vanity, side tables and tall boy. In the middle of the wall oppsite of our bed we have a picture of us standing in front of the effil tower. I wanted the picture with us both looking into the camera but Hamid printed out the one where I am looking at Hamid while he is smiling at the camera.

Hamid may come late today as he had texted me around mid day when I was at work. Hamid is now working with Uncle Irfan in his business, he also offered him partner ship but Hamid refused, so now he works as the head corporater. Since I was mostly home alone I decided to get work in order to pass time.

The lady who owns the boutique is really nice. She is a India muslim and lives on the top apartment with her son Danish. When we were walking home she told me to come over for dinner because she making butter chicken, so of course I said yes. How could I say no to her and yummy food my stomach wanted.

Hamid and me have created our own little home and we have families who are ready to accept us. Our life may not be perfect ,but I thank Allah for all he has given us.

Finally I drag away from my thoughts and step out from shower. I wrap a white towel around me,knotting it in. I walk through the walk in wardrobe, grab my clothes and walk on and into my bedroom. I throw the clothes on the bed and make my way to the vanity to brush my hairs.

I hear the door unlocking and closing with a bang. This informs me that Hamid is home early.

"Oh my, it's so hot outside" Hamid states coming into our bedroom. He throws his crossover bag in the corner. He removes his blazer, tie and shirt, standing only in his pants now.

His eyes finally set on my after quickly examining me from head to toe.

" Wow, I was wrong. It's way more hotter inside. " Hamid comments, coming towards me ,making my body heat up.

"I thought you had a meeting today? " I ask him, ignoring his earlier comment placing my arms around his neck.

" I did but it got cancelled, love. " Hamid explains to me, pushing back strands of my wet hair.

His lips kiss me along my neck to my shoulder and then land on my lips. I open up to him. His hands hold on to my neck firmly. The kiss is sweet and salty and with every breath it starts to deepen. My hands skim across his bare chest carved so perfectly. His hands start to move down towards the knot on the towel.

A mischievous thought occurs to me, I am so not going to make it easy for Hamid this time.

I break away from the kiss.

" If you want me then you have to catch me first" I explain to him, as gazes into my eyes with those green eyes and eyebrows raised up.

Giggling I push him on to the bed and run out of the room.

I run to the dinning room, around the dinning table. Hamid is just behind me a few seconds.

"Really love? I will have you in no time. " Hamid tells me with a smirk as we speed walk around the dinning table.

He is closing up to me so in order to escape him I run towards the living room.

But suddenly strong arms grip me from behind, Hamid flips us both over so now we are on the sofa. His hands captive my body over his. I am on top of him, fitted in perfectly with him. I get up on my elbows,

"That was not fair! " I proclaim.

" Love, haven't you heard the phrase; all is fair in love and war." He tells me, claiming back my lips. Our mouths join, our body press against each other. All thoughts fly away from my brain as we start kissing more deeply. Hamid has this magical effect on me.

My leg automatically wraps around his hip.

His hands travel up from my thighs to the knot on the towel. This time I don't stop him but instead give him the signal with my unstoppable lips.

But just as he is about to discard the towel around by body; a loud cellphone ring tugs our lips apart. Both of us are panting heavily, trying to get oxygen in our lungs.

" You know I think we should be in a cave, away from civilization and away from phones who have sworn to intrupt us." Hamid says as his cellphone continues to ring.

My hand reaches around his back pant pocket to retrieve his cellphone.

" It may be important." I tell him handing his phone.

While he talks on the phone, my fingers start to trace random patterns on his chest. I am so absorbed in my art that I don't hear Hamid turn the phone off.

"I have to go back to work, love " he informs me pulling my head up to his own with his hands tugging at my chin.

" It's okay , Hamid, go to work because I am going to Aunty Amina's house for dinner. "

"Will Danish be there?"

" Yes, is someone getting jealous? " I ask with a grin.

"Of course I am jealous, specially when he flirts with my wife in front of me. "

"You know Danish Bhai, he just does that on purpose just to annoy you."

"Yeah love, but still I don't like it. "

"Don't worry ! Your the only person who has my heart and I only love

you. "

Hamid takes my chin in my hand and kisses me hard and fast on the mouth, not once but again and again, hungerily, and I make a little sound of pleasure as I open my mouth to his. Finally he pulls back, we both are panting, yet our eyes stay locked on to each other.

"Love you too love, just don't stay up waiting for me because I might come in late. " Hamid informs me.

Giving me a last ,quick kiss on my head he slids out from under me.

I still lay there in daze, my thoughts still wrapped around him.