collection of short stories,
where people actually fall in love incandescently and encourage affection by dancing even if one's partner is barely tolerable
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ishq se ishq karne ki khata ishq mein hi hoti hai, ke ishq se ishq karne ki khata ishq mein hi hoti hai, or jis khata mein ishq na ho, Kya vo khata ishq hoti hai?
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"Haya?" Yazan caressed her hair as she slept through the deep slumber, clearly exhausted by their last night's activities
"Umph" she moaned in disapproval and moved towards the side her head now in his lap
He caressed her chestnut hair overflowing like a sink, sprawled on their majestic wood carved circular bed, the satin sheets covering her half
"Begum? Uth jao kuch khalo dawai lelo phir so jana? Hmm?" Yazan pleaded
"2 minutes" she mumbled enough for him to hear "Tumhara 10 baar 2 minute hogya hai begum" he laughed placing a kiss on her shy pink cheeks
"Nahi chalo utho pehle khao or advil lo" he said picking her up in his robust arms
"Y..Yazan!" Haya shrieked opening her eyes, hazy amber eyes red from sleep but still managed to look beautiful as ever
With her magnificent chestnut hair dangling in the air, pouty cherry lips pulled out as if asking for a kiss already, clad in a black button up shirt of her husband's that could fit 3 of her size but sad- she's the one and only!
Hands draped around his neck and head nuzzling in the crook of his throat
She looked like a porcelain doll ready to be ravished
"Ji kahein" Yazan smirked as he looked at his wife's crimson face
"K..kya ka..kar rahe ha..in utare hume" Haya stuttered which was oh-so-lovely-ley enjoyed by her husband
He took her cherry lips in a toe-curling kiss as he sat her down on the basin, hands resting beside her hips, parted legs with him standing in between
"siktir!" He cursed and cupped her face with his hands taking her into another kiss, plunging his tounge in his small cave as he ravished the sweetness of cherry and masale together, faded.
Her hands roaming around in his thick raven locks pulling on them due to the unending pleasure
Moaning in his mouth as he left her lips with a tug on her lower lip
"Nahi..Abhi mai or meri begum jayenge and we'll save water by bathing together" He smirked taking her flush lips in a kiss, again
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Yazan was working on his laptop while Haya was making up his messed up wardrobe when a shrill scream took their attention
They looked at each other and then towards the door and rushed downstairs
