Fated

Chapter-20-Calls

"Okay, then goodbye." Hamid says, into his phone, as I come in to our room,carrying over our breakfast tray; french toast and tea.

"What was Bhaiyha saying?" I ask, placing the tray on the corner of the bed.

"Just talking about setting up the business in NZ."

"That's great, we can be closer to our loved ones. "

" Your my only love, and I will always be close to you. " He tells me, pulling me on his lap on the bed.

" Did Bhaiyha tell you that he is going to be father soon?" I ask, my fingers lingering around his naked chest. He was just wearing his night pyjamas.

"Yeah, he told me. Shery is going to be the best father."he says, pushing back back strands of my hair.

" Yeah, he was and still is more of a father to me than Daddy."

"Don't worry love, he will also grow warmer towards you like

your mother. "He tells, rubbing his hand along my back, sending down warm sensations through the thin material of his button up shirt.

" Can I use your phone? I want to call Iqra and see what she has been up to. "

" Your majesty, your words are my command." Hamid says in a deep voice, reaching over to grab his phone.

His silly deep voice made me erupt into giggles.

" Your laugh is to kill for love." Hamid says, handing the phone to me with a wink.

Giving Hamid a quick peck on the cheek I dial Iqra's number.

She picks up on the third ring.

" Hello"

" Aslaam Alikum "

" Walikum Salam. Wait a minute . Oh my gosh is this Liybha?"

" Yes its me."Hamid's hands start to travel up my bare legs.

"I have been trying to contact your family in Pakistan but the call won't go through. Any ways how was the wedding? " his fingers are drawing pattern on my things now, moving up sending shivers along my back.

" That wedding didn't take place. I got married to someone else who I love. " I tell her, giving Hamid a glare to stop his teasing.

But instead; his head comes forward, his lips linger around my neck.

" What? Who did you marry? I want to know everything. " Hamid's hands return to my leg, hitching up the shirt. He was really distracting me with those expert hands and lips.

Pushing his hands back I answer Iqra;

" I married Hamid." His hands are now fumbling with the top button.

"Wait a minute. Are you talking about the Hamid who went to our uni and was your brother's friend?" He undoes the first button.

"Yep that's the one. Sorry that I lied about his marriage, guess I was just jealous." His hands are lingering along my neck and heading down. He is litterly driving me insane.

" Liybha! You should have told me he was your man, I would have backed down. I also have a good news to tell you. I got engaged to my cousin Ashan Khan. ", his hands are now working on undoing the second button.

"That's great Iqra. I will call you later because I really have to go now. But I promise we will talk later. ", his hands are pushing back the material to my shoulders. My desires are running wild.

" Okay, then Allah Afiz."

" Allah Afiz."I add quickly, I switch the phone off, throw it on the bed.

I hitch my finger around the waist band of his pyjamas and pull him him down along with me. My back hits the soft bed as Hamid's body crashes against mine.

"You are such a bad boy at times. " I wispher against his lips.

" Because love you are so irresistible."

He says, moving his head down. He places a soft kiss over my heart.

I pull his face up to mine, and both our lips crash into a passionate kiss.

But it is soon cut short as Hamid's phone rings loudly, tearing our lips apart.

"Ugg. What's up with the phone. It always rings at the wrong time." He grunts, getting up to answer his call.

I get down from the bed. His eyes are still narrowed at me as he is engaged in the conversation on his phone.

I straighten the shirt up, closing the top two buttons. His eyes are still locked on me, he is just ready to pounce.

I turn around to head to the bathroom, through the walk in wardrobe. But suddenly a naughty thought occurs to me;a perfect way to tease him.

I turn around, locking my gaze with his. He raises his eyebrows as if to ask me what arw you up to Liybha.

With my hand I blow a kiss to him. He gives me a sweet smile and pretends to catch it still talking to someone from his work.

I then start to undo all the buttons of the shirt. Once I am done, I shrug it off before I can allow my self to chicken out. The shirt drops to the floor; exposing me. His gaze turns from cloudy to stormy as he drinks in my apperence. I watch suprise and lust flash across his features, just as I walk into the walk in wardrobe, closing the door behind me.

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It is wonderful to see the kind of effection I have on him, and to know that he is the only one who turns me on.

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He is truly my half, my soul has derived from his and the way he makes me feel simply cannot be compared with anything.

He is my home ,my life and my everything.

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Love,

A four letter word,

Yet no amont of words can define it accurately,

As for each individual it holds a different definition ,

It can't be described but rather is expressed