Nikkah-e-Mohabbat (نکاح محبت)
In the enchanting realm of affection, where hearts entwine like a symphony, Nikkah stands as a union of two souls. Neither time nor circumstances can dim the radiance of this amorous bond; it's a celebration of love, ca...
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Four months had slipped by since their Nikkah ceremony. Four months to the beginning of new chapter. Four months passed experiencing new emotions and moments, despite being physically apart. During this time, despite having long distance , It had been a period of profound feelings and enduring bliss, as they found happiness and built a new connection.
Now, Almir had returned to Pakistan with a special surprise for Ayla - her birthday celebration.
As Almir's plane descended at Islamabad International Airport, a waiting car, accompanied by his security, was present for him before his arrival. Seated in the Range Rover, he was swiftly chauffeured through the streets of Islamabad. Rather than heading directly to the Malik's residence, he had a different plan in mind - a surprise for Ayla right at the stroke of midnight when her birthday would officially begin.
The time now read 8 PM, and upon reaching his penthouse, Almir decided to tend to some work. His visit was brief, primarily intended for Ayla's birthday celebration. Work responsibilities were never far from his mind, and he felt a weight on his shoulders, but the thought of seeing Ayla soon was motivation enough.
Meanwhile, Ayla's schedule was as relentless as ever. Her house job had her juggling rotating shifts, with different routines each day - morning, evening, or nights. Due to the time difference between America and Pakistan, phone conversations with Almir had become a rare luxury, often limited to exchanging messages to stay connected.
As the clock inched closer to midnight, Almir parked his car in the garage of the Malik residence. His security was on standby, and he quickly conveyed instructions to them. Stepping into the mansion, he was relieved to find a serene and quiet atmosphere.
With just half an hour remaining until midnight, Almir decided it was time to change into something more appropriate. He wanted every detail of Ayla's birthday celebration to be perfect.
As the minutes ticked away, he found himself standing outside Ayla's bedroom. He held a spare key he had ordered one of the servants to prepare ahead of his visit.
Quietly opening the door to her room, he was greeted by darkness. The only source of light was a faint glow from the air conditioning unit, barely illuminating the room. Almir reached for his phone and used its flashlight to guide his way towards bed.
In the dimly lit room, Ayla lay sleeping, wrapped in her blanket like an angel. Almir couldn't help but feel a desire to snuggle up with her and caress her rosy cheeks, but he quickly suppressed those thoughts. FOCUS ALMIR.
He gently patted her hair and softly whispered, "Ayla, sweetheart" in an attempt to wake her from her slumber. She stirred, her face nuzzling even closer to his thigh as he was sitting on bed, and he couldn't help but feel a shiver as her warm body snuggled against his leg.
"Control yourself" he silently reminded himself. The clock was ticking, and it was nearly 12.
"Ayla, get up" he urged, slightly louder this time, gently lifting her head with his hand to create some space.
Ayla shifted, beginning to wake, but her surroundings seemed unfamiliar. Blinking her eyes open, she slowly recognized the presence of someone in the room. Almir quickly switched on a side lamp, revealing himself to her.
Her gaze darted from left to right, seeking the source of the voice. Almir found her bewildered look utterly endearing.
"Happy birthday, dear wife" he greeted her, his warm smile radiating under the soft lamp's light.
Ayla was now fully awake, her eyes wide with disbelief. She sat up, and there stood Almir. Her mind struggled to grasp the reality.
He was supposed to be in America! She thought. She rubbed her eyes, thinking a dream. He chuckled. She was looking so cute.
"You're really here!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise and joy.
"Yes, Meri Jan" he replied, smiling warmly. The world had rarely seen Almir Malik smile, and it was a sight to cherish, only for her, Ayla Almir Malik.
"Get up, we're going somewhere" he announced, interrupting questions she was about to ask.
"Where? What about my clothes?" she inquired, standing up holding his hand, which type of clothes she need to wear, and that too at this hour.
"Anything comfortable, hurry up" he said, patting her cheek.
In just a few minutes, Ayla emerged from the bathroom, donning a white wide-leg trouser and a shirt. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her natural beauty radiated even without makeup. Almir couldn't help but admire her ethereal beauty from up close. She applied a moisturiser and a lip balm and swear he felt hard down. Control Almir.
They made their way to the parking area of the Malik residence. There, a luxurious and striking bike awaited them - a Neiman Marcus Limited Edition Fighter, a symbol of opulence and power. Two guards stood nearby, holding helmets and the bike's keys. Taking the helmets from the guards, Almir helped Ayla put one on.
Ayla was still in a daze, wondering where they were going at this late hour. However, she trusted Almir implicitly, knowing that he had the ability to make the impossible possible. With Almir, nothing was beyond reach. She set her curiosity aside, focusing instead on embracing this new adventure. She was incredibly fortunate that Almir had chosen to take her on a ride on his cherished bike. He owns a variety of cars and bikes but no one in family saw whole collection so touching them was far thought. But ain't she's lucky one, sitting with him, on his new bike. Indeed Ayla Almir Malik was lucky.
"Hold me tightly, sweetheart" he instructed as she settled in behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and as they made contact, an electric jolt surged between them, creating a current of excitement that neither could deny. These small touches creating havoc inside both of them.
The gates of the Malik house swung shut behind them, and they set off into the night, with the cool breeze and the serenity of Islamabad enveloping them. In mere minutes, they were traversing winding mountain paths, drawing closer to their destination, with Ayla being curious where they were going to and Almir being nervous, how would she react?
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