4 months later
"Irtazaaaaa!" Zahra called out for him from inside the bathhroom.
"Yes?" he asked, standing infront the mirror getting ready for the office.
"Umm....actually..." she said, as if contemplating, blush creeping on her cheeks.
"Yes senorita?" he said, moving towards the restroom. A slight smirk playing on his lips, well aware why she was calling.
"Actually..."
"Yes actually?" he smiled.
"Bathrobe" she replied in one go, "where's my bathrobe. I didn't take any clothes and I know you've it. Give it to me, Irtaza!" she whined, forwarding her hand out of the door.
He immediately took her cold hand in his warm ones, giving a kiss on her hand.
She turned red.
"Irtaza...bathrobe"
"No" he said, leaning against the wall.
"Irtaza... give me bathrobe or I'll come out and.... huh" she stopped with a gasp on realising what she just said.
"Oh if that's the case, then I don't know what a bathrobe is. Come out senorita and tell me" he laughed.
"G acha. Ap ney keh dia aur mei maan gayi. Kal tak tw pata tha apko bathrobe kia hoti hai. Hein?"
(Oh really? You said and I believe it, just like that. Till yesterday you knew what a bathrobe was. What about that?)
"But I'm in a romantic mood wifey. Come out"
"Haww....Irtaza yeh ap kesi baatein kar rahay hein?" she said like a child, making him laugh.
(Oh my God! Irtaza, what are you saying?)
"Oh my innocent, Zahra. What am gonna do with you." he said like more to himself.
"Here take the bathrobe," he retrieved the bathrobe and gave it to her.
"Shukriya janab " she said before closing the bathroom's door.
(Thank you mister)
Its been four months already. Within these four months, she witnessed a version of him, which every girl would ever dream of. He took a lot of care of her. If she would slightly croak with pain, he would be by her side, gritting his teeth on his helplessness that he was unable to do anything to lessen her pain. He made her trust him, believe in him.
He was the sweetest and the most caring husband. Apart from that, his anger would still scare her. No doubt, there were moments when she would fear him, fear his anger but those cases were like a once in a blue moon when his anger was directed towards her. But he won't hurt her yet that scary frown would always be enough to do the deed.
They were way past everything. Now happy and enjoying.
She had already wore her undergarments, after wearing the robe she stepped out of the restroom. She found Irtaza standing infront the mirror, brushing his hair.
Those silky smooth hair which she held tightly last night while he gave her the heights of pleasure.
Last night.
Which was so sensual and heart warming. She could still feel his touch all over her body, making her face turn the brightest shade of red. Tearing away from her thoughts, she walked towards the walk in closet, where her clothes were.
She was moving pass Irtaza and suddenly gasped when out of nowhere, his hand softly captured her arm and in a flash backed her up against the dressing table.
She was awed, how he could be so fast?
He was just spraying perfume and not once did he gaze at her. She didn't see that coming.
Not at all.
He was really unpredictable.
And she meant it.
Tugging a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, his gaze on her grew intense which made her smile and coyly she moved her eyes down, unable to match the intensity.
"What were you thinking, Mrs. Irtaza?" he murmured, the back of his fingers caressing her cheek which was turning red.
"Hmn baby" he whispered, stepping closer making her step back to the dressing table. Her heart beating rapidly in her chest.
The affect he had on her.
"Nothing" she replied, her voice as if suddenly got lost somewhere.
"Is that the truth?" he cocked a brow, his voice still not above a murmur, his hand feeling the silkiness of the porcelain skin of her neck creating tingles.
She shook her head in negative.
"Then what?" his fingers now playing with the belt of her bathrobe which made her slightly look at him with widened eyes and then turn back her eyes down.
"Actually... umm..." she contemplated with her words, she couldn't tell him, she was thinking about last night. "I...was...umm...thinking.."
"Hmn, you were umm actually umm thinking about?" he muttered in a soft tone.
"My.... my university," she said quickly, "yes my university"
"While looking at me with those eyes full of love you were thinking about university?" He faked a frown.
"Yes, I...I was" his husky voice was making her heart do somersault.
"So you weren't thinking about last night?"
"No!" she denied, now trying to move away. She knew, her face would now be resembling a tomato.
Sensing her intention, she immediately made her sit on the dressing table.
"Is that so senorita? Don't lie to me" he whispered the last part making her take in a sharp breath.
"I'm not lying. And you know why would I think about last night, I have alot to think about like..."
"Yes like?"
'Like how handsome you are.' She thought.
'How beautiful you are' he thought at the same time.
"Hmn. I see. Somebody is still denying how pleasurable our love making was"
She took in a sharp breath.
"Irtaza!" she whined.
"G bolain meri jaaan " he drawled like he was talking to a child and perched her chin in between his forefinger and thumb.
(Yes, my love?)
"Apko pata ha na muje sharam aati hai! And you still tease me! " she complained in a whiny voice covering her face with her hands.
(You already know how shy I feel!)
"Aww" this sound was out of his lips before he could stop it and he engulfed her in a hug.
"My innocent senorita is feeling shy," he smiled.
"Irtaza!" she punched at his chest making him laugh.
"Ok ok fine I would not do that now," he stated before pulling back from his warm embrace.
She looked at him angrily, "why do you tease me all the time?" she asked, crossing her arms against her chest. Her puffed face resembled the five year old Alizey.
"Look senorita," he said, pushing the things aside on the dressing table and placed both his hands on either of her sides, "I love to see that crimson color on your face. Either I could get it from teasing you like that," he moved closer bringing his face closer to her making her eyes paralleled to his as he gazed intensely into her brown eyes which were looking at him like that as if he was going to state something really important, "or by making love to ," he murmured, his eyes like a hawk settling on her lips, "all day and all night"
And before she knew it, he had captured her lips in his. His calloused hand moved at the back of her neck, pulling her lips deeper into his and she found herself responding to him. Her hands on their own accord moved at the back of his neck as she closed her eyes, getting lost in the bliss.
The hunger increased and he immediately grabbed her from her thighs carrying her to the bed and laid her gently on it.
He pulled back from the deep kiss once she was on the bed. Her hooded eyes staring in his lustful ones. She was already breathless, her hand was still on his nape while her legs were either side of her waist.
"See they are already crimson," he whispered caressing her cheeks and now they turned more and more red.
She was flustered.
And he chuckled on seeing her face turning colors. His fingers played with the knot of her bathrobe while they both just stared into each other's eyes. There eyes attracting each other like magnets.
His fingers plaayfully begin to play with the knot.
"Irtaza wo dekhain!" she said quickly pointing somewhere and he followed her finger.
(Irtaza look there!)
Finding his concentration dwindling, she instantly slid away and was about to get up from bed but before she could stand up he slid his hand against her waist and made her lay under him again.
"Where to senorita?" he playfully said, raising his brows.
"We're getting late!" she whined.
"World can wait but I can't wait" he said making her laugh.
"Oh god my self obsessed husband!"
"And this self obsessed husband of yours wants to eat you right now"
"Oh my god! How can you eat me? Are you a man-eater?" She asked innocently with her wide eyes not understanding the meaning behind his words.
"No not a man eater but a Zahra eater. You know I can show you"
"Ok show" she forwarded her forearm infront his lips, "show me how can you eat me," she said in a childish challenging tone making him laugh.
"Are you sure senorita? Do you really want me to show you?" he cocked his brow trying to suppress his smile.
"Yes I want you to show me," she said nodding her head.
"Fine then but I won't back off once I start it. You know I don't leave things hanging"
"Ok ok" she replied taking it all as a joke. How he could eat her? Lol. She laughed at her thoughts.
"And you won't back off too," he stated with a small smile sprawled on his lips.
"Okay"
He pulled back a bit from her.
"You'd not move," he said and in a flash untied the knot of her bathrobe. Her creamy body bare to his eyes.
And she was confused now.
He spread open her legs and before she knew it, he ripped her underwear as his mouth began to descend down to apex of her thighs peppering kisses all over her leg.
And realization hit her then what he had meant by eating her making her eyes wide.
No way!
"Irtaza! Irtaza! Ok I got it what do you mean by that!" she said but it was too late as she found his lips touch her intimate part and she moaned.
"I told you I won't back off" he answered with a smirk.
Soon after she reached her climax was when he pulled away his mouth.
"You're so...so so mean!" she scolded him, all flustered up.
"I guess I'd be less mean if we go for a round two."
She sucked in a sharp breath, closing her legs.
"No way! we're getting late my husband!"
"Go dress up before I start my round two"
"You're so mean!" she said again, uttering the word which she could find at the moment and went to dress up.
He was really unpredictable, she wasn't sure that he might start his round two too.
........
After the small makeout session, she had dressed up and she was now helping him to wear his tie.
He had brought a small stool for her to stand and knot the tie easily due to their height difference. And right now, she was standing on that small tool, busy in knotting his tie.
Once again, she was struggling at it as she kept on forgetting how to knot it up. A small frown was etched on her face as she was busy doing the task while he was just looking at hers.
His eyes tracing that frown, her brown eyes, her pink nose and her parted lips. She looked so exotic. Although, he knew how to make a tie but still he had given this duty to her.
"You know senorita," he said, sliding a hand against her waist and pulling her closer making her shriek a bit.
"Irtaza! let me do it. I'm forgetting it again," she scolded.
He held her small hands which were busy tying the tie.
"Guess, I need to teach you again,"
And then he showed her how to make the tie.
"Oh okay. Now I got it." she told once he was done.
"And now you should not forget it"
"Fingers crossed" she said, getting off the stool and moving towards the bed picking up her dupatta.
"Zahra,"
"Jee?" she turned around and found him staring at her intently, his hands inside his pockets.
(Yes?)
He was about to state some serious thing that's why he called her out with her name. A thing which she had observed about him.
A moment of silence passed between them and she began to think whether she did something wrong. Doesn't matter, how much he loves her but his anger was scary.
"Where did you go yesterday?" he asked and her eyes widened for a second.