humse door jaoge kaise
dil se humein bulaoge kaise
hum vo khushboo hain jo saanson mein baste hain
khud ki saanson ko rok paoge kaise🌸
It had been 7 months to that night and Haya and Yazan's relationship just seemed to get stronger and more lovely with time
It was surely hard with some arguments here and there but since communication is the key to success, Haya always made sure they never go to bed with a down mood since her hot and adorable husband was busy sulking away
This day,
The sun had not rose but the weather was more pleasant than it could ever get, cold perfumed wind blew through the curtains making it's way to the entangled couple under the blanket snoring their way outHaya was the first one to wake up and to say she had a huge grin plastered on her face after seeing the weather would be an understand-ment
She was a huge fan of no-sun-and-chilly-weather and so when it happened her happiness would know no bounds
She smiled feeling Yazan snuggle against her neck from the back, his chest pressed against her back and callous hands holding her waist firmly in place
She remembered how happy Gul was when she found out she was pregnant, they never told Gul that either her or the baby were to survive- but Gul knew
She knew who had to survive and who not to, Gul was to decide
Yazan and her never bought this topic of Gul up knowing it'd be really hard to even think of the mere possibilitiesShe sighed and remembered that it was her dearest husband's 28th birthday today, he didn't look like he was 28, go back in time to when he was 22- he was still the same, the man who had her heart since she was 17
She chuckled to herself not believing this amazing man right here whose embrace she was in would be her husband someday
She turned around only to find Yazan had woken up and was staring at her with those black raven orbs of his, his heated intense gaze made the natural crimson of her cheeks to glow more, biting her lip to stop the smile threatening to display on her cherry petals
"Tch..na kiya karein in komal hothon pe zulm begum" he spoke running his hand sensuously down her spine giving her shivers, lips shuddering in the process
Her lowered eyes were not appreciated by him, he wanted to look in her amber eyes, they suited her so much- at a point he wanted their kids to have the same colour
"Upar dekhein zohja" Yazan slowly..painfully slowly whispered in her ears causing her to now close her eyes and enjoy the pleasure
Hands clutching the hem of his casual wear and seeing this he groaned making her open her hazy eyes again
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Short Storycollection of short stories, where people actually fall in love incandescently and encourage affection by dancing even if one's partner is barely tolerable