The Sufi's Serenade

Sufiyan rested his forehead on hers and requested breathlessly, "Please, stop me, Mausiki. Please make me stop or I might lose myself."

"Mujhe apni Mausiki bana kar, jo izzat-e-nafaz bakshi hai, Mere Sartaj, us ehsaas ko alfaz kabhi bayan na kar sakenge. Aap se kitni mohabbat hai, ye lab kabhi keh na paayenge. Ek rooh thi jo pehle hi aapki ho chuki thi, Ab ye jasad bhi aapke hawale karte hain." and she gave him permission instead of stopping him.

Sufiyan's eyes softened with tenderness as he heard her words, his breath momentarily catching as the weight of her words sank in. A smile would begin to tug at the corners of his lips, but there was a quiet, almost reverent pause as he looked at her, so she continued.

"Mai taiyar hu Sufiyan. Hamari shadi ko ek kadam or badhane ke liye mai taiyar hun. Khud ko aapko sopne ke liye or aapko apna banane ke liye puri tarah se taiyar hun ab mai." Taalika said while taking deep breaths, and it seemed as though Sufiyan's joy had no bounds, for his wife was now beginning to fully trust him and wanted to give herself to him. There could be no greater happiness for him than this.

His gaze lingers on her, filled with admiration and affection. His heart raced with the realization of her trust and love, and his hands instinctively reached for face, the emotions too powerful to be contained in words alone. His eyes are speaking the depth of his feelings, filled with gratitude, as though in that moment he was silently vowing to cherish her forever.

Yet he still asked her once more, "Are you sure?" and Taalika nodded slightly.
That's it. That's all he needed to get sure that Taalika is ready to take the next step, and again he smashed his lips on her while picking her up in his arms in bridal style.

Without breaking their kiss, he walked towards the pool in their room, and Taalika gasped in his mouth when the cold water touched her feet.