"Cherub, which one should I wear?" Nana asked Zayn with a cute pout etched on her lips, looking adorable as she held two sarees in her hands -Cotton Silk Printed Saree with Blouse Piece and Hand Block Printed Saree.
"The cotton silk one is finer and you won't have problem closing your stomach." He advised, looking up from his laptop wearing his wire glasses making him look sexier.
"Uhm, you're right." She agreed and began to strip out of her jallabiya but Zayn stopped her. Is she trying to make him do something they shouldn't do right now? He closed his eyes and accompany her to their walk in closet so she could change there.
"Poor baby!" She called out from the closet with her tease dripping making him turned on, he couldn't stop himself when he barged into the closet only to find her in her bra and shorts.
Damn, damn, damn, he's so damned! Why did he walk in in the first place? He look from her hair, down to her slender long neck before going down to her heaving munificent breast, going lower to her flat tummy though there is a little sag there, she looks hot. His eyes trailed down to her slender legs and well exercised looking thighs, he couldn't see her behind since she's facing him. He uttered so many colourful vulgar words at how damned he is for walking in. And to top it all, she's wearing blood red underwear. She's such a tease.
Zayn muttered inaudibly and incoherent words before pulling her to his chest. His lips came crashing down on hers in a punishable yet passionate kiss where he used his tongue to explore every contour of her mouth. She tastes amazing, like fresh orange. Maybe that's what she just finished taking earlier before she walked in looking smoking hot in only a huge sweatshirt and tight knee length jeans.
Not able to keep their hands in place, Nana hands went straight to his onyx hair that's getting longer, she tugged while his hands kept traveling from her bosom downwards, he was about to pass the line when Khumais loud voice calling Papa stopped them. Nana groaned while Zayn continue to catch his breath, that was very intense. And from the way her bosoms are heaving up and down, she is also in daze and looks like she wouldn't stop him if they were to continue. He could see the same longing and desire in her eyes like how he knew his will look like at that moment.
"I'll go check on him." Zayn breath out, tugging back the hair that fell in Nana's eyes. Her lips looks thoroughly ravished which made him smirk, it won't get back to normal till the next day.
Nana could only nod because of how clouded her eyes and mind are. She turn around when he walked out and look at herself in the mirror, she looks flushed and her lips are so plump. Her chest is heaving very fast and hard, there is also a mark around her neck which looks like it's his hands that pinched her, she didn't feel the pain though. She blushed and continue to wrap the wrapper around her body. She expertly did it like how her grandmother in-law taught her earlier.
The theme colour is red and yellow. Since the event is for girl in the afternoon and in the evening, the guys will join wearing yellow. Nana can't wait to see her husband in his Indian suit. Her own red saree has a closed stomach so she won't bother wearing a shirt underneath like Zayn said. She wrapped a yellow dove hijab around her head before applying red lipstick and yellow eyeshadow. Not really impressed with her looks, she added mascara, foundation, eyebrows and eyeliner.
She left the closet but not before taking a yellow cross bag, yellow Pointed Court Shoes. Zayn let out a low whistle when she emerged from the closet. He's sitting on the couch in their bedroom whilst feeding Khumais some friso cream.
"I look hot huh?" She raised a perfect brow and continue to twirl around for him to see her whole.
"Sultry!" He whistled and Khumais tried doing it but failed so he look as his papa continue to whistle with his lips pursed.
"I know right." She grinned cheekily before going to where they're sitting at and sat down. She kissed both their cheeks before scooping a little cereal from Khumais' bowl with her index finger and put it in her mouth.
That little action looks sexy to Zayn.
When Nana arrived at the Khattab mansion, she did a double take as she look around the huge garden. So much of yellow and red flowers, not normal flower, no the Indian ones they use. That means the Borkans really want to celebrate this wedding in a grand way. It's their last wedding after all.
Three hours later, Maaysa's face kept growing red even with the turmeric being applied around her face. Everyone -close relatives- did put the turmeric across her face as per ritual. The Indian songs kept blasting through the speakers and they danced! They've been practicing how to dance with the song 'Manwa Laage by Shreya Ghoshal and Arijit Singh' ever since they found out that their grandparents want to add the tradition to Maaysa's wedding, not that they didn't expect it to happen.
The men came in shortly after looking like they just stepped out of the magazine. Even the ones with dark skin, the Indian suit complimented their bodies and especially her Zayn. The Lungi and Kurta emphasize each of their bodies. Nana couldn't take her eyes off of Zayn even for a moment, she could see that she's not the only drooling at her husband and some other girls also. Their are a lot of more Indian girls around the place and she even asked herself why Zayn didn't marry any of them. They are so very beautiful!
When Zayn noticed her eyes on him, he smirked before opening his arms wide, asking her to come. She did! She shyly walked into his arms and melted inside. "You don't have to be so jealous baby, I could even see the smoke coming out from your ears." He chuckled when she hit his arms for teasing her.
"I'm not jealous, I just don't like the attention on you when you're not even the groom." She mumbled before reluctantly pulling away from him and going back to stand next to Jumaimah because she was so into her husband that didn't notice Mashhub and his other wives taking pictures already
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Nana sat on the dressing table mirror and started to makeup her face with extra care and self conscious attention. Zayn sat on the edge of the bed and watched her like she's a piece of art which he was asked to do a project on her. It was the first time he has taken any interest in how woman goes about the business of her beauty care, not even his sister nor his other wife, Halima.
Halima had been purely based on convenience and convention. The physical side of their relationship was okay before they got married but after that, nothing was between them. It palled immediately after knowing that she drugged him into doing something he would of never thought of doing in his whole lifetime. What he's feeling now for Aisha is something matured and it kept increasing into a burning passion which he had to control in fear not to scare her off.
Zayn has never been this intrigued. She has never did her makeup in front of him till today, or maybe it's because they don't have any wedding to go to together except this. How she did the magic is beyond him. She made a mistake while lining her eyeliner and said a small 'ooph' which made him sprout into action and went to stand in front of her, closing her view from the mirror. Yeah, he is so afraid that she put the thing in her eyes and will blame himself for looking at her like the last piece of food living in earth.
"What's wrong?" He asked anxiously, looking at the smudge eyeliner by the side of her left eye.
"I lost control." She pouted, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. Darn, he pecked her, not able to stop himself from doing just that.
"Can I help?" He grinned cheekily and collect the eyeliner from her hand. He decapitate the head and look at the sharp black thingy before reaching for her eyes.
"Be careful." She mumbled, closing her eyes and giving all her trust to him completely.
"Done!" Zayn beamed, happy with what he just designed on her eyelid.
"Wow! Were you a makeup artist?" She grinned, inspecting the perfect line he just finished drawing on her eyelid. It looks beautiful, like Kaadira did it.
"Why, thank you, my lady!" He bowed, bringing out his British accent as he said that.
Nana laughed in delight before taking his hand and together they strolled to her in-laws. Thirty more minutes before the wedding is official and Zayn will be going there with his father so they went to the house together. She could see everyone looking their very best in the ankara anko they're all wearing. Even the Indians look good with it which made her proud of their handiwork.
Zayn left to attend the wedding while the girls stayed with Maaysa, Rukayyah is there also. They've been doing everything together and she said she's going to be there when he'll call to tell them that it's official. Nana patted her back for her bravery before they started eating the dessert that is yet to be served to anyone. It's going to be served after it's official but the gluttons can't wait most especially Naazwa who's five months pregnant already.
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