Dr. Mohammad Abrar is known as the "Hitler" of City Care Hospital - strict, emotionless, and impossible to impress. Dr. Rukhsar, on the other hand, enters the same hospital with nervous dreams and quiet determination "Dr. Rukhsar, you are in the middle of your critical surgical rotation. Do you think.....hospital can afford to lose an intern for half a month?" He said "Khud ki shaadi hai aur wajah mujhse pooch rahe hain..." ​"Speak up, Dr. Rukhsar" Abrar commanded quietly. ​"Sir, meri shaadi hai" she said aloud, her voice tight. "Bed 3 ka IV drip abhi tak kyun nahi badla? Maine bees minute pehle order diya tha" Abrar stepped toward her, his eyes piercing right through her, cold and entirely unforgiving. "Sir, main yahan child patient ko stitch kar rahi hoon... inka bleed zada tha.... Bas do minute, main karke-" "Maine 'do minute' nahi maange thay, Doctor!" Abrar stopped right at the edge of the bed...."Wahan patient severely dehydrated ho raha hai, unka BP drop kar raha hai, aur aap yahan apni marzi se priorities set kar rahi hain? If you cannot multitask under pressure, you don't belong in the ER! Go and fix that drip. Now!" "Hospital gossiping ke liye nahi hota, Rukhsar" he said, his voice sharp. "Hum bas 5 minute ka break le rahe thy sir" she replied, intentionally using the formal title, though it felt like salt on a raw wound. "Rukhsar?" he murmured, his voice dipping as she reached out, her fingers gently unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. "You're always so busy being 'Dr. Abrar" she whispered, stepping closer until her feet touched his.... She looked up at him through her lashes, her hands sliding up to his chest, feeling the heavy, steady thud of his heartbeat. "Tonight, just be my husband..... Completely....."

Hello, It's a new story of Muslim couple Arshad and Zoya Arrange marriage Zoya utto fajr ka time ho raha hai , Zoya Zoya" she too wake up ." Haan 5 min aap fresh hoke utta dena" she again slept . "Zoya bas karo abb " "Mein bas baat kar Rahi thi aur aap ne ..ne "she was crying "Aacha aacha sorry na baby - wo bas office ka stress tha aur wo tum pe thoda nikal gaya sorry biwi" he said and kissed her cheeks Arshad pulled her into his arms while she was breathing heavily. "Pani chahiye?" He asked to which she nods. are you sore? He asked. "No why will I be? ...u were sooooo gentle with me " she said in sarcastic way. "Ohhh soo can we have another round then?" He asked. "Hmm? Sunaiye" he murmured against her skin, his hands sliding down to the curve of her hips, "meri baat suniye...I... mujhe abhi periods ho gaye" she whispered, A low, deep groan rumbled from the back of his throat. His forehead dropped heavily against her shoulder, his broad chest slumping forward as he let out a sound of pure, tragic defeat. "Ab kya karun mein? Is mein mera kya kasoor hai batayein?" she murmured And for more details you have to read the story .