Warning: This chapter contains heavy sexual content. If you are 18 or below, DON'T READ IT!!

This chapter is unedited.

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Abraar couldn't fall asleep, the entire night. As her words repeated in his mind, use me, just don't leave me. She was naive, kinda dumb, her attitude and quick wit never failed to impress him. Her sensitive side and her comforting gaze cleared away the turmoil in his mind.

She moved around the bed, snoring softly, she rolled till her legs were above his. Abraar couldn't pin point what made her so incredibly adorable, even when she closed her eyes he felt his heart soften. He wanted to pull her in his arms and stay there for eternity. He pulled her close so she was laying in his arms, and tightened his hold across her.

He felt peace, as he heard her snoring as he felt the constant movement of her chest.

He was in peace but his thoughts disturb ed him, he knew he couldn't keep up this charade for long or use her as a bait to attract the Mirs out of the sewers they were hiding in.

As the dawn approached Abraar gently placed her on the bed and tucked her in. This foolish woman loved him enough to deal with his craziness, she was fine with his tears.

He couldn't put her in any danger, he couldn't lose her. Abraar stood up and left the room, leaving for the village in a haste.

Miraal woke up late, and realised Abraar wasn't there. This wasn't new but she was worried, she left the room to look for him and she found him in the kitchen chopping onions.

He was fast, efficient like a skilled cook, his sleeves rolled up as Miraal admired the vein in his hands. He cracked an egg and placed them in a bowl, he had done this before.

A man who could cook...

How lucky was she?

Miraal giggled finally getting his attention, he glanced up and saw her in her black kurta her hair disheveled but that adorable smile on her face.

"Uth gayi?" He asked she hummed in response, "Janab kiske liye naashta bana rahey?"

She asked as she threw the egg shells in the dustbin, he replied, "Meri Khaani k liye"

"Ohh...", she was speechless as he directed her to the washroom to freshen up while he made the table. Miraal didn't protest loving the attention and care.

She changed and freshened up, the table was set with a bouquet of Flowers in between. Her lips curved up as she saw him bringing their tea, he wasn't acting reserved anymore.

She wanted to ask him where was that Abraar. But before that she wanted to have breakfast, he picked out a rose and placed it in her hand, " For my princess".

"Where is my husband?" She asked her eyes squinted as she cornered him, "Is he alive?"

"He is dead", he playfully said as Miraal's eyed widened as she clutched her chest, "You killed my arrogant, stubborn and handsome husband?"

Abraar's face fell, "Was I really... ?"

Realisation hit him, because of his own turmoil he had detached himself from her. The moment she tied the Mirs heirloom around his wrist he had been on edge with her.

He blinked as she pulled him to sit beside her avoiding the topic, loving his soft side. His gentle gaze, and how openly he expressed himself. He wasn't avoiding her anymore, Abraar had accepted Miraal as his wife.

"Khaana banana kaise seekhey?" She asked curiously he smiled and shared, "Ammi ka inteqaal hua tha tab, zyaada naukar nahi they. Abbu would be extremely tired when he returned home, so for the first time I tried cooking omelette for him. Usme kuch chilkhe they, thoda jala tha, namak bhi sahi nahi daala tha magar Abbu ne khushi khushi khaali ya. I eventually learnt it to fill in the loneliness".

Miraal kissed his forehead and wrapped her arms around him in a side hug, feeling empathy for the boy who had lost it all, and for the man who survived.

His vulnerability made him much more appealing to her eyes, adding layer to the mean Khan, who was a softy. Who was once a young boy waiting for his father's arrival with a plate of egg that he had cooked for the first time...

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Don't leave me...

In a moment of vulnerability Miraal had let it slip, as a single child she had yearned for a sibling like all her friends a mother, a sister and a complete family. After her father passed away, she realised what loneliness felt like. She had the fear of abandonment.

And then she met Abraar, who saved her, because of her self respect Miraal would have never approached Abraar on her own.They met and fell in love, was it because of their father's wishes that she was able to accept him so soon or were they meant to be?

Such questions remained unanswered but one that mattered was... Will she ever reach his heart?

She couldn't let his past or her self respect destroy this relationship.

She would wait...

Till he accepted her openly, Miraal wasn't blind she could feel the boundaries Abraar had created, the walls that concealed his real self. She hoped that one day he would lower those walls and face her.

She laid in the bed when she heard the shower go off, Miraal turned towards the door and there stood Abraar his towel hanging loosely around his abdomen. She could see his ripped form, Miraal felt her face becoming hot when their eyes met.

A drop of water narrowly flowed down his face onto his neck and disappeared. His hair was wet, and his eyes red, it must be a hot shower as Miraal could feel the steam from the shower.

His lips curved up in a smirk, as his dark brown eyes took her in. Wearing a thin T shirt, he could see all her curves. Her eyes had a hint of desire and love as she walked towards him, Abraar felt like prey under her presence as she wrapped her arms around his neck like she owned him, inhaling the shower gel from his body, groaning as he pulled her body close by the waist. The towel being barrier between their bodies as Miraal whispered in his ears, "Baal nahi sukhayenge?"

Abraar's smile disappeared as Miraal pulled away, and gave him a taunting smile. She was giving it back, setting their scores, that night he had pulled away after arousing her. But today she would be the one, call her petty. Miraal didn't believe in 'thappad ke badle thappad' she would use laat ghussa everything uncaring if it wasn't fair.

She leaned on the pillar of the bed with a smile, trying to scare her husband away. But Abraar didn't budge, instead he walked towards her cornering her so her head was against the pillar, as he whispered huskily "Sukha dona tum".

Miraal's eyed widened as he pulled her closer by the waist and in a second removed the towel that covered his lower body making her scream in shock. He stood in his glory, his hard muscles, the v line ending at the boxers that he wore.

He was teasing her, testing her, as her eyes involuntarily traveled lower and stopped at the boxers. Her face was hot as she felt his eyed on her, he nuzzled her neck, chuckling as he cornered her.

Miraal suddenly felt like a prey, when did the roles switch?

Their bodies weren't touching, his face was just above her neck, the heat from his body making goosebumps rise on her body. She was breathing loudly, she saw how he too gulped once controlling his lust, as their eyes met. His hand grazed her face softly and he pressed a kiss on her cheek and then her forehead.

His hungry gaze left her face and travelled to her loose T shirt, he didn't touch her, simply pulled at the thin fabric around her waist, making the shirt almost transparent around her waist. He saw the curves, he could smell her shampoo from this close.

Her large doe eyes were observing him as he did so, the tension in the air was too thick. She was challenging him, to go a step further.

He cursed under his breath and finally wrapped his arms around her body, their bodies touched as he hugged her. She was in his arms, standing on his toes as their lips touched and she breathlessly whispered his name.

She broke his resolve, the walls that he had built around himself, in his arms he touched their lips feeling her soft moist ones that smelled like cherry. Her legs wrapped around his back as he sucked her lower lip. She moaned, and Abraar plunged in his tongue inside her mouth, Miraal's hands delved on his entire body uncaring if she fell. He was holding her up completely, she knew he wouldn't let her fall.

He gently placed her on the bed and hovered above her, caressing her body from above the T shirt, he was holding himself back from tearing it.

Miraal rolled her T shirt, maintaining eye contact as she felt his cold fingers graze her belly, then rest on her waist, it was travelling above closer to her heaving chest but then it stopped. Miraal felt de javu hit her, she wanted to cry as he pulled away again. A tear dropped from her eyes, feeling the rejection.

She closed her eyes not wanting to see him walk away again, but an arm wrapped around her waist pulling her into his arms.

This time she felt scorching hot, he kissed her cheek once again as he asked for her consent and she discarded the thin T shirt on the ground leaving her just in her lacy bra.

"Miraal...", he groaned out her name admiring her beautiful curvaceous body, loving how their skin contrasted. She was soft, pale and delicate, he could cover her entire face with just his palm. His touch ignited a fire within Miraal, she felt the heat in her core as their bodies touched finally. His hardness against her softness, she was sitting between his legs, as he kissed her neck, sucking the part just below the clavicle. He knew her weakness, she was melting loving the feeling of his moustache against her neck, his wet lips worshipping her body. He was leaving a mark, Miraal realised, she narrowed her eyes.

She couldn't let that be, Miraal kissed his neck started nibbling on it like he was. Marking him like he did so, he was hers.

The wedding band on his finger, reminded her, he was hers till the day of judgement.

" Qayamat tak aap mere shohar hai", She whispered in his ears, her voice tickling his ears, her words consuming him as he frantically kissed her.

She discarded her pants, and he unhooked her bra after five tries, "I don't want you to regret this", he warned as he held the bra not letting it fall. He was breathing heavily, Miraal could feel the bulge against her leg, he was aroused. He needed her but he was holding it back again.

"I won't, I want this", she said softly as she entwined their fingers, gazing into his eyes.

"I don't want you to hate me...", he confessed as he looked into her loving eyes, she shook her head, " I can never hate you... I love you Abraar"

He wiped away a tear that dropped from her eyes making her chuckle, "Are you comforting me now?"

His eyes were a mix of grey and black, as they teared up as well, he held her face in his hand as he told her, "Miraal, you make it easier for me- to breathe, I wish to be a better man for you... I want to change for you"

Her eyes shone with love, "Whether you change or not, I don't care. Nothing will change the fact that you are my husband, and I love you dearly"

"Promise me you will never stop loving me...", he whispered and kissed the finger that had their wedding ring, his eyes warm with emotions as she nodded.

"I promise"

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