This Os takes place in episode 23 after Zamin and Sehar walk out from Iftikhar house

..........bang! The heavy gates of Iftikhar house closed behind them. Zamin let out a huge sigh of relief and looked at Sehar with another new found adoration and smiled at her with that paticular smile which only appeared on his face when he was with her. Right now he was simply looking at her and taking her inner beauty radiating on her angelic face. As he was absorbing her calmness, his stomach went on tumble dry mode alongside realising what her support (agreeing with his decision to split the time between his wives for equality purpose) today indicated. His heart filled with love, happiness and excitement all together at once. Suddenly his body shook in sweet pain and he let out a youthful giggle and said: 

"Sehar, mere pait mai bohot saari titlian urh rahi hain...... mujhe apna aap itna acha kion lag raha hai, jab ke mere sar pe abhi bhi khuch cheezain sort out karna baqi hai. (making Hareem agree for his time splitting between his both wives)...". 

[Sehar, there are plenty of butterflies roaming inside my stomach..... why am I feeling so good within myself, although I still have some things to sort out on head(time distribution between his both wives)]

Before he would drift off in mentally exhausting topic, Sehar decided to change the topic; she knew all too well how things must have been for him last night.

Without thinking further she spoke with a wide grin: 

" ...aap ne khuch notice kia mere aur aap ke kapron ke hawale se...?!". [Have you noticed something about our outfits..?]

Zamin looked down first at himself than at her; after second time his eyes widened in joy and he blurted pointing at her dupatta: 

"Meri shirt aur tumhaara dupatta dono chequered pattern hai, aur tumhara poora suit meri shirt ke saath combinate kar raha hai....". [My shirt and your stole both are chequered pattern, and your entire outfit is matching with my shirt]

Sehar nodded with a big smile and in ebullient tone added: 

"...hmm, isse kehte hai dil ko dil ki raah....phir mai aaj aap ke saath khare hone kion na aati......Zamin, aap hanste aur muskuraate hain toh dil karta hai woh manzar rok loon.........". [This is called connection between two hearts..than why wouldnt I have come today to give you moral support... Zamin, when you laugh and smile I feel like stopping the moment.....]

Zamin hiding his touched state instead with a wink said: 

"....aur agar woh hasti jo mere saamne khari hai woh meri khushi ka sabab hai toh phir....?!. Before Sehar could response he spoke further: "........main bhi kaisa hoon, tumhe dhoop mai khara rakha hai, jab ke tumhe piyaas bhi lagi hai....sorry.....mujhe bohot bura lag raha hai". [What if the person standing in front of me is the reason for my happiness?!..... How stupid am I, making you stand under the scorching sun, despite you being thirsty.]

Sehar looked at his side face view in adoration. He was indeed a very handsome man with exquisite beauty. She licked her lips as he looked fully at her with suddenly desire burning deep within him, his gaze fixiated half on her lips and half on the street infront and behind him. With the street still empty, he quickly came closer to her face and tenderly traced her lower lip with his thumb. Sehar gasped, before she comprehended he placed his lips on hers and gave her a 3 second wet kiss to moisten her lips but not deep enough so that they can pull apart from each other should they witness any car on road or someone peeping from top floor inside Iftikhar house. Sehar smiled at him after he pulled away from her only to tell her: 

"Sehar, mera dil kar raha hai apne arms tumhare shoulders pe rakh ke tumhaare saath road pe chaloon....magar mujhe pata hai ke tumhe ye acha nahi lagega lekin kia atleast mai tumhaare haath pakar ke chal sakta hoon tumhare dupatte ke pallu ke neeche se..........itne ghante se dil kar raha tha andar (in Iftikhar house) ke tumhaara haath pakroon, magar mouqa hi nahi mila..." [Sehar, I wish to put my arms around your shoulder and walk with you like this on road....but I know you wont like it but can I atleast hold your hand underneath your stole drape... I've been wanting to hold your hand in Iftikhar house since many hours, but I didnt get the chance] he finished the sentence with a little shy smile.

Sehar smiled to herself and thought: 

" Kabhi kabhi kitna cute andaaz hai bolne ka inn ka" [Sometimes his talking style is so cute] and with this she uncovered her wrist on which the the dupatta was draped over. Immidiately he grabbed her tender hand and intertwined his fingers with hers and sunk their hands down so that her dupatta drape would shield their love away from prying gazes. With one final look in each others eyes they walked towards the main road to catch a cab. As they were walking they were enjoying the silence, only their fingers were talking with each other; whenever he would caress her fingers she would press back in return and vise versa, alternatively they tried to press each others thumbs down whilst keeping their eyes focussed on road and smiling in front of them. As their fingers were playing and letting the other win, Sehar through her smiles in head sent out prayers for him everytime his warm hand and finger pressed against her hand and fingers 

" Allah ye haathon ke lumps kabhi thand na pare, ye khoobsurat haath hamesha meri hifazat kare, mujhe hamesha aise hi pyar kare, inhe kabhi khuch na ho...". [O'Allah may these hand's nerves never tun cold, may this beautiful hand always protect me, always love me like this, may nothing ever happen to them...]

Once reaching on main road and with a taxi in sight zamin quickly leaned by her ear and said: 

" Ye akhri baar humne aise haath nahi pakre, boht jald repeat karainge...". [This wasnt the last tme we held hands like this, very soon we will repeat it

Sehar smiled shyly in response as Zamin winked a cab over.

Hareem POV

As the loved up couple headed towards the mall, Hareem who was still fuming after what she saw from top floor window the happenings outside the gate. She was burning like hot coal on BBQ rack, thinking ("Kambakht kahin ka yahan mere saamne toh murda laash ki tarha ghoomta phirta hai, aur meri chaukat chorte ke saath hi iss ki battian bun nahi hoti" [Idiot roams around like a dead body in front of me and as soon as he leaves my permises his smile doesnt vanish from face]) how Zamin was continiously smiling and laughing over something. Her mouth was left wide opened when he touched around Sehar's mouth area and seconds later leaned in towards her face. She was 100% sure he kissed her in the middle of road. Her blood boiled again as to how can he find any attraction watever in the witch faced Sehar. With her anger getting out of control as usual, she barged into Zamin's room and took two of his parfuem bottles and tossed them across the room with the bottles smashing and filling the entire room with Armani and Ralph Lauren scent. Satisfied she barged out of the room.

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Meanwhile Zamin and Sehar were roaming around in mall grinning entered a lingerie store which also sold items to increase pleasure and joy during intimacy. As they were strolling from aisle to aisle Zamin and Sehar were giving opinions on various items. Zamin was trying to be extra careful when passing remarks, as he knew a females view can be very different to a man's and a single inappropriate comment can deeply hurt and shatter a woman/wife's self-confidence.

Sehar noticed Zamin's interest in s** toys and role play outfits. Putting the tea pink babydoll aside which she was holding, she walked up to him and gave him a nudge so that he may share his opinion. With a naughty smile he pointed at the airhostess outfit and said: 

"Ye tum pe bohot acha la gega..... kabhi soch sakti ho pehenna?! " [This will look very good on you..can you ever imagine to wear it?!]

Sehar bursted into laughter and whilst placing her hand on his lower arm said: 

" Itna masoomana outfit...bas?! Aap ne meri sex appeal itni nikhaar di hai ke mai isse ziada bold costume pehenne ki jurrat rakhti hoon...". [such an innocent outfit only?! You have polished my sex appeal so much, that I have the guts to wear somethig more bold]

As the words escaped her lips a sudden shyness took over her and she buried her head in his arms supressing another outburst of laughter. 

Since there were hardly any customers in shop, Zamin reached out for her hand and patted it as they passed through erotic appliances and co, Sehar pointed towards a mug with an obscene picture on it but surely one, which would make men drool over it. With a wink she pointed at one of the mugs and waited for him to give a typical male response, but instead he looked at it rather with disinterest and said: 

" Ye sab aankhon ke saamne humesha rahena toh mard ko immune kar deta hai aur phir aurat ka jism sirf gosht ka tukra lagne lagta hai..... aur woh (pointing at the p**** DVD section) inn appliances wagerah se bhi ziada mind mess up kar deta hai...2-3 clips ke baad immunity itni drop hojati hai ke koi cheez/ aurat easily turn on nahi karti. Jhoot nahi bolunga ke mujhe bilkul na pasand bhi nahi hai magar iss ki aadat bhi nahi hai...... khair kisi aur din details mai araam se baat karainge iss mozu pe, magar tumhe guarantee deta hoon ke tumse chup ke khuch nahi dekhunga aur naa hi tumhe kail karoonga. Mere ilm mai ye baat bohot achi tarha se hai ke biwi ka dil mar jata hai jab woh apne shohar ko p****graphy material ke saath wabastagi dekhti hai toh. Aur mai kabhi nahi chahoonga ke iss fuzool cheez ki waja se tumhare dil mai meri taraf se koi bhi mail aaye. Aur naahi tumhe aisa feel ho ke tum apne aap ko inn naklion se muqabla karo..... tum jaisa koi nahi Sehar. Ye baat kabhi nahi bhoolna."

[When such things constantly remain infront of the eyes than it makes the man immune and than every woman appears like a piece of meat only.... and those pointing at the p****DVD section are more worse than those appliances, messes up the mind....after 2-3 clips the immunity drops down to the point that nothing/woman turns him easily on. I wont lie that I dont fully dislike it but neither have the habit of it..... anyway we will talk about it someday in peace about this topic, but I promise you I wont watch anything secretly nor convince you. I am well aware, that when a wife sees her husband indulged in p****graphy her heart dies. I would never want that your heart even slighty turns away from me due to these nonsense things. And neither do you feel the need to compare yourself with these fake women...... theres noone like you Sehar. Never forget this.]

 Feeling emotional Sehar pressed his arm once again and a deep longing for this exceptional man build in her again.

After entering the house from their shopping trip and sudden lunch date at an intimate small cafe shop Zamin and Sehar went straight to the kitchen to put the grocery down. After placing all the groceries down Zamin sat down on the separate kitchen slab standing in the middle of the room; Sehar eyed his long and well-toned legs and her mouth watered watching him sit there so casually without even being aware how irresistible he was looking. Suppressing a smirk she started walking towards the bedroom but before that requesting him to leave vegetables for chinese out alongside adding: 

" Mujhe bohot gharmi lag rahi hai, bas sirf change kar ke aarahi hoon....". [I am feeling so hot, just quickly getting changed..]

....within 10 minutes Sehar got freshend up and put on her brand new satin black bra panty set which she bought today. But in order not to reveal the surprise instantly, she put on a white plain office shirt of Zamin over her lingerie and completed her look with the black high heels which she wore on the consummation night. Seeing the heels again brought back flashbacks of their passion and love filled night that day. Another rush of desire filled her and with prurient steps she entered the kitchen and walked passed him as casually as possible. 

Immidiately Zamin jumped off the kitchen slab again (after having arranged her vegetables) and walked in her direction near the stove counter and murmured behind her: 

" Interesting haseena saheba....... mujhe pata hi nahi tha ke tum meri shirt mai bhi itni achi lag sakti ho (he laughed) aur ye heels (whilst going down to touch her legs) behad sexy tumhare complexion aur smooth tangon ke saath...".

[Interesting Ms beautiful...I didnt know you would look so good even in my shirt... and these heels.... looking very sexy with your complexion and smooth legs..]

 As he was teasing her she started peeling carrots with shaky hands; once she was done he came very close behind her neck and buried his head in her collarbone and placed his hands over hers and cut carrots with her in julienne. The air was vibrating with their sexual energy although they were both silent, only the sound of their heavy breathing hung in the air.-- With his hands over hers they chopped all the vegetables as Zamin whispered naughty things in her ear. 

Once Sehar couldnt bear his verbal teasings anymore she spoke in half drugged tone: "Mere behadd attractive Shareeq- e- hayat [My most attractive lifepartner] ( Zamin was touched at her pure love for him) please mere shirt ke buttons khol de, mujhe bohot gharmi lag rahi hai". [Please open my shirt buttons, I am feeling very hot]. 

Without another word he moved away from her and washed his hands and took out a bowl of chopped mixed fruits (watermelon strawberries, rasberries and pineapple) from the fridge.

Meanwhile Sehar switched the stove on and poured some oil in wok to stir fry boneless chicken juliennes first. Zamin placed the fruite bowl next to stove and hugged her from behind and put a cold watermelon piece inside her mouth and whilst she was chewing the cold fruite piece he trailed his hands from her hips upwards to her firm breast, making her head fall onto his shoulder ( as Zamin took over stirring the vegetables, chicken, spices and sauces in wok). When her moanings increased he opened her shirt buttons and caressed the smooth silk fabric of her bra and murmured: 

" Mrs Haseena in black and white combination bohot jinsi lazzat waala nazaara". [Mrs. Beautiful in black and wite combination, very sultry sight]...... in pretense innocent and half erotic voice he continued: 

"Thank you mere liye itni gharmi mai bhi khaana bana ne ke liye, badle mai tum he atleast company toh doon......... meri pari sab se pehle toh ye extra shirt ki teh utaaronga phir tumhaare gharam jism ke eik eik hisse ko kiss karoonga; inn thande fruits ko tumhaare oopar rakh ke khaounga.......". 

[Thank you for cooking for me even in this scorching heat, in return I could atleast give you company....my fairy, first of all I will take off your shirt layer, than kiss every part of your hot body; place these cold fruite pieces on you and eat it...]

Sehar let out a heavy sigh as he janked her shirt off; their gazes met.....lips only milimetres away from each other. Desire was burning between them as hot as the steaming vegetables and chicken on stove or like the boiling rice water pot. Sehar took a cold pineapple piece and slid it inside his mouth saying:

 " AAP aur ache TASTE honge...".  [YOU will TASTE even better]

Zamin nearly choked on the fruite piece and replied between laughters: 

" Janeman [Darling], are you sure? Tum pe kisi cheez ka dabau nahi hai". [Theres no force on you]

Whilst unbuttoning his shirt she continued: 

" Mere azeez Zamin, aap ke jism aur wujood ka har hissa mujhe bohot acha lagta hai...aur yaad hai chand din pehle maine kia kaha tha (Sehar blushed)?!Mujhe mini Zamin se dosti karni.... toh samjhe deep friendship ke liye tayyar hoon...magar haan eik choti limit hai meri......ummm no ......."! 

[My beloved Zamin, I like every part of your body and being..and remember I voiced few days ago to become friends with mini-Zamin.. so consider that I am now ready for deep friendship with HIM......but yes I have a small limit...ummm no....!]

Zamin intrupted her and immidiately responded in understanding tone: 

"........ haan bilkul theek hai....... aur naahi tumhaara moonh iss liye bana hai ke tum (whispering) swallow karo.....pineapple ya no pineapple. Koi bhi haal mai apni hudood ko cross nahi karna. Mujhe bilkul bhi acha nahi lagega ke tum khuch aisa karo jo tumhe nagawara ho......mai tumhaari bohot izzat karta hoon".

[Yes, absolutely agree..and neither is your mouth made to (whispering) swallow..pineapple or no pineapple. Under no circumstances cross your limits. I wont like it at all that you do something which is unacceptable for you...I respect you very much]

Sehar supressing the urge to let out a happy tear in order not to kill the sizzling vibe between them, still looked deeply in his eyes whilst his left hand caressed her neck all the way down to her breast and with right hand stirring the boiling rice (to which Sehar smiled) and said: 

"Zamin, mujhe aap ke diye hue petnames bohot ache lagte hai, magar mai chahti hoon aap mujhe mere poore naam se bulai". 

[Zamin, I like your nicknames for me, but I want you to call me by my full name]

Zamin looked at her in question as she turned around to drain the rice water and put it to the chicken and vegetables mixture and whilst standing behind her and inbetween kissing her collarbone and playfully putting rasberries inside her bra which made her breath heavy as the cool little berries collected around her breast, he spoke: 

".....tumhaara naam.. tumhaara naam takreeban eik saal se Sehar Zamin Waqar Ahmad hai (jiss ne mujhe mukammal kar dia....)". 

[your name... since nearly a year your name is Sehar Zamin Waqar Ahmad (who has completed me)]

Without replying to anything else she reached out for his hands and made him stroke her stomach and slide his hands inside her panty as she turned her head towards his mouth and said in raspy voice: 

" Eik baar phir se mera naam le......mujhe aap k moonh se apna poora naam sunne ka bohot shouq tha magar katrati thi ke......". [Say my name again... I always wanted to hear my full name from your mouth but got hesitated that........]

Hesitated  because Hareem is officially Mrs Zamin too and if she (Sehar) would put her wish forward he would be reminded that theres another woman in his life who is Mrs Zamin too. So due to courtesy all this time, she held back. But today.....

 Before she could complete the sentence he slowly started caressing her inside her panty and whispered several times " Mrs. Sehar Zamin Waqar Ahmad". 

For some reason him saying her full name alongside his hands pleasuring her from inside her panty sparked an intense want, need and desire in her and she turned around swiftly whilst turning the stove off and with force captured his lips whilst strongly holding onto his face.

Lifting her up as though she weighed nothing, whilst she wrapped her legs around him, he kissed her back with the same intensity and made her sit on the kitchen slab located in the middle of the room. Standing between her legs he pulled and tugged on her bra and using his lips and mouth tried to bring the rasberries one by one on her by her nipples and than ate the delicious berries. Sehar gasped for air and barely managed to say: 

"Uff Zamin, creativity ki hadd". [height of creativity]

 Zamin laughing: " Jiss ki soorat jiss se milti hai usse wahin hona chahiye..". [That which resembles with what, that should be placed there]

Sehar pulled his face closer to hers and kissed him at the corner of his mouth. The sweet smell of rasberry aroused her and she at first lightly than intensely bit him on his lips as he unhooked her bra and squeezed and caressed her breast. She buried her hands in his hair and behind his back and pulled him more and more close to her as he passionately placed kisses all over her body and made her lie down on the cool kitchen slab. As he was about to move away from her to remove the big flower vase, she stopped him by saying: 

" Rehne de...phoot jaane de, saboot rahega ke hum mai kitni josh bhari hai". [Leave it..let it break, it will be a proof how passionate we are]

Zamin was feeling so tight in his pants; her lasvicious body and knee movements on the counter alongside the sexy erotic remarks .

Just as he reached for his belt Sehar squealed: 

" Mere sexy sexy lover, style mai kapre toh utaare....ye jaanlewa jism ye sab ke liye toh bana hai".[My sexy sexy lover, take off your clothes in style (striptease).... this breathtaking body is made for such activities] 

With a playful grin Zamin walked away and stood by the stove counter and gave her the typical bedroom look, which made her breathless wishing she wouldnt have told him to do a striptease. Reaching out for her phone she put some romantic song remixes; crawling and sliding on the counter like a cat she tried to call him over using her fingers and giving him unbashed voluptuous look. 

Hardly being able to control his excitement, he strode towards her counter and stood between her legs again and leaning into her ear and giving soft bite whilst she arched her back he spoke: 

" Mujhe dancing nahi aati, warm up moves chalainge?! " [I cant dance, will warm up moves do]

And with this he started shifting his body weight from his right to left leg and backforth, in smooth rhytm slowly his hips joined the swaying. Sehar was watching with her mouth open how sexy his body and muscles moved and wondered why he thinks he cant dance. Wanting to feel his naked skin she took off his vest as he looked her in the eye with all his charm and pushing his broad chest out and without another warning he started moving his chest in a big roll all the way down to his lower region until his knees bent and with each roll getting smaller leaving him look strong, sexy and very masculine. Sehar tried to press herself against the moving muscles but his movements were faster than her reaction.

Like a hungry animal she reached out for his body as he alongside moving his body started doing body rolls and opening his fly and taking his pants down. Sehar let out in excitement: 

" Beinteha [Very] sexy.....". 

In adrelanine rush he went down on floor and started doing sit ups on the kitchen floor alternating it with dolphine moves. His eyes all the while fixiated on Sehar who was sitting completely aroused on the counter. Quickly he got up and pulled her down from the counter and as she was standing, he went down on his hands and feet with his front body facing upward and his legs widened a little . 

Sehar's eyes widened how well defined and hard his body was. Before she could say anything, he pushed his hips up into a bridge and circulating his knees out to in. Within seconds he found the rhytm and ordered Sehar to take a semi seat on his crotch area. With an excited yet little fearful grin she stepped over him with her legs parted on either side of his legs. Lowering herself as much courage as she had on his crotch as he continued to circle his knees out to in with the rhytm of music. She was enjoying his semi-light thrusts against her black panty. Her desire was increasing with his every touch. Closing her eyes for few seconds she allowed her head to fall back and savour the moment deep within. With his throbbing erection hitting her sweet spot she started to automatically grind against him. She let out a series of moans and held herself onto his hips to slow his movements down. 

Searching for his gaze she smiled at him and spoke: 

" Aaj toh bata hi de, aap apne aap ko khud good looking/attractive scale pe kitna rate karainge out of 10?!  

[Say it today, how much would you rate yourself on good looking/attractive scale out of 10?!]

Zamin chukled and in humble tone replied: 7-8/10...humble rehna chahiye". [One should stay humble]

Sehar shook her head and intrupted: " Sach bolna chahiye 100/10". [One should say the truth]

Zamin left out a hearty laughter as Sehar got off him and stood up to get the fruite bowl with strawberries left in it.

Within seconds she returned beside him (as he was now standing and loosening his muscles by the kitchen slab standing in the middle of room) with strawberry and a big dollop of chocolate spread. Taking out one strawberry dipped in chocolate spread she moved it over his shaft which instantly erected again all the the while looking at him innocently in eyes and smiling sweetly at him. Zamin held her by wrist and said in husky tone: 

" ...itna hot touch magar chehra toh dekho masoomiat tapak rahi mujhe dekhte hue". 

[What a hot touch but look at your face....dripping with innocence whilst looking at me]

Tilting her head (as she she put the strawberry piece into her mouth which seconds before was on his shaft) she replied: 

" I love you Mr Zamin, mujhe aap bohot excite karte hai. Aur abhi toh humari asal intimate zindagi shuru hui hai aur abhi se hi itne pleasureable surprises....Mujhe bhi aap ko itna hi excite karna jitna aap mujhe karte hai..." .

 [...I love you Mr Zamin, you excite me alot. And we just recently started our intimate life and already such pleasureable surprises.. I want to equally excite you (just the way you do to me)]

And with this she slid down on him and put another chocolate covered strawberry next to his shaft and crown jewels and placed her mouth on the strawberry all the while her hot husbands flesh was touching and caressing her against her mouth. Once the strawberry was eaten up; carefully she sucked, kissed and caressed whatever came in her way.  Zamin leaned against the hard cold counter and savoured his beautiful wife's mouth work. Closing his eyes he trusted his most sensitive body area in her custody. Her mouth and lips were delicately driving him over the edge. When he felt the climax nearing, gently he moved her head away and looked at her in adoration and love and told her: 

".........Yahan tak hi sirf tumhara oral ka kaam tha" [...your (oral) task was up till here only]. As she was looking at him with bambi eyes, he changed his plans (offering her handj***). 

Instead he picked her up from floor and made her lie down on the seperate kitchen slab; his phone was ringing the up millionth time whilst Sehar sat up and finally told him: 

" Kaafi dair se ring ho raha hai....!" [Its been ringing since a while]

Zamin intrupted: ".....aur mai kaafi dair se ignore karne ki koshish kar raha hoon". [..and I have been trying to ignore it since a while]

Sehar jumped off the kitchen slab and whilst stroking his bare chest: 

" Aap ko already bohot dair hogai hai...aap jaye...jaldi jainge toh jaldi laut sakainge na?! 

[You are already running late.. you go... the sooner you will go the quicker you can return home]

Zamin pressed his forehead against hers and gently spoke: 

" ...sorry tumhe adhoora chorh ke jaa raha hoon". [..sorry for leaving you half satisfied]

Although Sehar was throbbing with desire for him she put on a professional face expression and replied:

" ....raat ko aainge na?! Tab complete karlainge...aap bhi toh adhoore hi hai..." [Yo will return at night right?! Than we will complete it.. you too are half satisfied]

A frown build on her forehead as she completed her sentence. 

Immidiately he understood her sudden worry and cupped her face between his palms and made her look him in the eye as he quitely spoke further whilst placing his hand on her chest: 

" Meri pyari pyari Sehar ka dil- main apne jazbaat uss ke haqdaar ke paas hi chorh ke jaa raha hoon aur saath mai abhi thande paani se shower le kar ghar se nikloonga". [

My beloved Sehar's heart- I am leaving my desire with the deserving (You), alongside I will take a cold shower before leaving home]

And with this he gave her a forehead kiss and started walking away from the kitchen area. Sehar knew what nervewrecking time is awaiting him in less than one hour, therefore she decided to make him smile once more. Before he dissapeared from her view she called out his name to which he instantly turned around as she smiled and said: 

" Thank you for helping with chinese" and blew an air kiss at him. His enticing lips curved into a big smile as he gave her a playful shrug and mouthed "Your welcome".

After a quick ice cold shower he got dressed and gave Sehar who was holding back her sadness a heartelt hug and gave her several kisses on her temples and cheeks all the while promising her that he will come back home tonight regardless of the circumstances. Sehar walked with him holding hands till door and promised him that she will welcome him home with open arms at night upon his return.

Dear Readers!

Hope you enjoyed this a little too naughty OS, its just thgat in this episode in drama the chemistry between them was beyond sizzling and hot so had to make use of that ;). However I also hope the underlying msges by Zamin tugged at your hearts in this OS.

If you like this bold couple especially how comfortable and confident Zamin makes Sehar feel, leave your valueable vote.

Continue reading for more meaningful events and moments between them.