3 weeks later:

The post man rang the door bell and handed a registered by hand envelope adressed to Zamin. Quickly he scribbled his signature on the postman's electronic device. With a thumping heart he immidiately opened the letter...... pulling out a set of green and white papers, carefully he read it through to make sure theres no misunderstanding (he was still in disbelief to see this day when he would get divorced from Hareem). When he was sure it was the divorce papers for him to sign, which Hareem had spoken about before she left for USA, he let out a content sigh. For a split second he wanted to sign those papers on the spot and send it back to lawyer. But than his mind wandered to someone else, who has never uttered a word to divorce Hareem regardless how much her heart bled due to his marriage to Hareem-- Sehar! So in this very minute he decided something.

By the time he reached office (yes hes still woking at Iftikhar office too), he had made all the arrangements and was now ringing Sehar to inform her that they will be going out for dinner tonight.

Sharp at 7:30pm, he inserted the keys in the main door- Within seconds a beauty dressed in a fancy long Shalwar Kameez outfit, big tops adorning her ears, her hair tied in a high ponytail alongside keeping her make up minimal appeared in front of him- It was non other than his better half, his Sehar, whom he would recognise any day just by her walking steps and fragarant. With a huge smile Zamin closed the distance between them and he could inhale the bloomy scent coming from her. 

Planting a sweet kiss on her forehead, he gushed:

" My gorgeous Sehar, looking piyaari piyaari. Bilkul waadiyon ki tarha taaza, darya ki tarha sukoon dene waali, gulab ke phool ki tarha mehekdaar, aankhain jheel ki tarha gehri.....". 

[ My gorgeous Sehar looking beautiful. Just like the freshness of valleys, like river peace giving, fragarant like a rose, eyes deep like a lake...]

Sehar snickering: " Ye aaj aap ko mujhe dekh kar nature kahan se yaad aagia"?! 

[ Why are you remembering nature seeing me today]

Zamin pretending to look surprised: " Acha? [ Oh really] ! I didnt notice".

Chuckling he put his arms around her waist and walked with her to car. Once she sat in the passenger seat he handed her a mix tulips bouquet. With her eyes widening in surprised she leaned over to him and planted a soft kiss on his perfect jawline and before letting him go, an amused Sehar:

" Aaj ke din mai kia khaas baat hai Zamin, itna Makhan kion laga rahe hai mujhe?!"

[What is so special about today Zamin, why are you buttering me so much ]

Zamin whilst driving cupped her chin with his free hand: "Hints chal rahe hai, socho kia hosakta hai". 

[ Hints are on, think what could it be]

The rest of the drive went by with Sehar trying to figure and gather the hints and Zamin suppressing smirks over her guesses without responding and simply enjoying her confused cute face expressions.

As they waited for the food order (chapli kabab, naan, kabuli pullao and palak gosht... surprise hint ;)) Zamin took her in the beautiful lobby of the restaurant and told a walking by staff to take a picture of them. Since the restaurant was very full he stood next to her rather than putting his arms around Sehar. He knew Sehar wasnt too much into PDA especially in busy crowd.

After dinner, during dessert Zamin handed her another package. Hastily she opened it and found a personalised mug with "Mrs. Zamin" engraved on it and a pair off cuddly woollen socks. Before she could say anything, he reached out his hands over the table and placed it on hers and spoke in his warm voice:

" Sehar, ye surprise ka last hint tha.... Kia tum mere saath Swat Valley chalogi?! Mujhe wahan ke sukoon, tanhai aur greenery mai tumhaare saath waqt guzaarna". 

[ Sehar, this was the last hint of the surprise.... will you come with me to Swat Valley?! I want to spend time with you there in the peace,remoteness and greenery]

Sehar with happy tears: " Mai aap ka gift aur surprise dene ke andaaz ko kabhi guess nahi kar pa sakti, beintiha khoobsurat. Aur haan mujhe aap ke saath Swat Valley jaana". 

[I will never be able to figure your gifting and suprise giving style out; very beautiful]

Feeling touched, she pressed his fingers and let go of them again.

********

Finally they reached Swat Valley after a night stay over in Islamabad. As he was now driving the steep curvy road up to Shangla Top where their accomodation was located, Sehar gaped at the beauty of Swat which they were passing by. 

Pulling the car window down she inhaled the fresh air whilst keeping her eyes shut without realising when the car finally stopped. Opening her eyes she looked at her right; a cute open roof treehouse. Once he helped her climb out of the car, putting a protective arm around her shoulder whilst she examined the desserted surrounding inquisitively and focussing on the sound of nature. Breaking her viewing, he pointed towards their lodge for the next few days, he quethed:

" Yahan reh logi mere saath akaile mai ya kahin aur jana? Sannati oonchi jagah hai, magar mai tumhe bilkul bhi khoufzada hone nahi doonga. Jagah choti bhi hai, eik doosre ke saath saara waqt chipak kar rehna hoga (chuckling), entertaintment ke liye sirf eik doosre ka saath hoga, koi wifi nahi, koi tv nahi. Bolo reh logi?!".

[ Will you be able to stay with me here alone or  want to go elsewhere? Its a quite and high place, but I wont let you get scared at all. The space will be small too, we have to stick with each other the entire time (chuckling), for entertaintment we will only have each others company, no wifi no tv. So tell me , will you stay here?]

Sehar snickering: "...mai, aap, tanhai aur ye khoobsurat surrounding... aur kia chahiye mujhe."

[ ....me, you, remoteness and this beautiful surrounding... what more could I ask for]

After Zamin unlocked the door with the key which the owner had given him, they went upstairs to their living-/sleeping area. Immidiately Sehar started making the place homely. The sky was slowly turning orange, indicating that the days hustle bustles were about to end and the dark about to envelope the humans on earth of this side of the world. Zamin sitting down on the bed; putting  the side table in front of him and placing the divorce papers on it whilst glancing at the breathtaking view. 

Meanwhile Sehar after having lit all the petroleum lamps approached the bed to put a small suitecase underneath the bed. As she was about to bow down, Zamin grabbed her wrist whilst looking up into her glint eyes feeling as though he will drown in their depht, lovingly spoke:

"Chorona ye sab, mai kar loonga baad mai"!  

[Leave all this, I will do it later on]

Than getting a little serious continued:

"Sehar, tum ne mujhse poocha hi nahi ke maine ye rehne ki jagah kion chuni. Dar asal aaj bohot khaas din hai...... tum he yaad hai meri doosri shaadi ka din?!"  

[ Sehar, you havent asked me why I selected this accomodation. Actually its a very special day today... do you remember my second marriage day?!]

A tormented Sehar nodded her head with tears forming in her eyes.

Zamin clutching her hand:" ...mujhe bhi bohot ache se yaad hai tumhaare face expressions; eik ghoont paani ki tarha bebas khari hui thi tum. Naahi tumhari piyas (takleef) ko bhuja (kam) kar raha tha aur naahi mout (torture over) de raha tha. Har guzarta hua lamha uss waqt (hall mai) tumhe andar se chakna choor trauma de raha tha aur mai behis ki tarha tumhaari haalat dekh raha tha (Dil ko tumhaari takleef ka andaaza tha)....!". 

[.....I too remember your face expressions clearly; like a sip of water helpless you were standing there. Neither was it quenching (lessening) your thirst (pain) nor was it giving you death (torture over). Every passing moment in hall was breaking you from inside giving you trauma and I was watching you in destitute (though my heart knew what pain you were going through]

As he was talking Sehar was having fashbacks in her mind of that day and tears spilled from her eyes. Without talking further about that day he wiped her tears with the pulp of his thumb and continued:

"Sehar, iss mozu ke saath jitni bhi jhuri hui takleefain thi woh aaj khatam hojaigi aur agar kabhi yaad bhi aayi toh saath mai humara iss waqt ka ye pal aur jagah bhi tumhe yaad ayga...." 

[Sehar, with this topic whatever pain was attached will be over today and even if you will ever remember it, than alongside you will recall this moment (of now) and this place too ....] and with this he turned the divorce papers over to which Sehar leaned over to peak at the sheets. 

Her eyes widened, feeling numb after the never ending long wait she sat there frozen as Zamin blinked at her whilst twisting the ballpoint. Swiftly he placed the tip of pen on the first page signature space and scribbled in neat writing his signature. 

Feeling a knot loosening in his chest he turned the next page to sign. Sehar all the while staring at his sideview tight lipped, for a split second she wanted to stop Zamin, but seeing his determination and knowing that Hareem wholeheartedly wanted this too she sent out a good wish prayer for Hareem's future, as she watched her husband who will be wholely and solely hers in few seconds. Her heart felt a peace which she had never experienced in her life before. With every passing second and signature of his, all the pain attached to her beloved husband's previous/second marriage was subsiding in her mind. And the only thought lingering on her mind was to never take her (Sehar+ Zamin) marriage for granted. Before signing on the last paper he turned to her and whispered:

"Bas khuch seconds aur...uss ke baad mai sirf tumhaara hojaounga hamesha hamesha ke liye".[Just few more seconds...after that I will become yours for forever and always]

Sehar nodded and lightly pressed his arm as he swiftly with a small smile spread on his face signed the last page of the divorce copy. As soon as he was done signing he let the pen drop down with a thud on the table. Wordless turning to the woman who was his rock, his oxygen, his world he flung his arms around her smaller back and nape. As she caressed his broad smaller back and racking her fingers of her other hand in his silky hair, he let out a sob of relief and many other emotions. And with this he uttered the sentence which he has been anticipating to tell her since a long time but almost lost hope, but now he didnt want to wait a second longer:

"My ONE and ONLY Mrs. Zamin, meri EIK lauti biwi. Aaj ke baad mujh pe biwi waala haq SIRF tum jamaou gi."  

[....., my One and only wife. From today onwards only you will excersise all wife rights on me]

Again and again he uttered the lines alongside nuzzling her hair and stroking her back planting kisses against her temple.

Finally his sobs calmed down and he cupped her precious face; the face which he will see every morning from now on, the only female face which he can touch unbashedly, the only ever lips that will meet his. Letting his gaze slowly wander a little down, he smiled at the thought of that her body will be the only one which he ever will be touching again and again and only she will come close to him like no woman ever will be allowed again. Thinking about his new reality a pleased smile appeared on his face and he chuckled to himself. To which Sehar looked at him adoringly as the sky was turning darker. Feeling rejuvenated and light he allowed his back to lie down horizontal on the bed stretching his long arms out. Sehar gurgled and leaned over facing him and gazed at his happiness filled face. Placing her hand on his chest:

"Eik baar phir se mera naam le na".  

[Say my name once again]

Pulling her more closer so that their faces were millimetres apart as he removed a hairstrand which had fallen on her face, caressing her entire side of face:

"My One and Only Mrs Zamin, my Mrs Sehar Zamin, My Sehar Zamin......aaj se mere dil aur dimaagh ke eik eik hisse pe sirf uss ka raaj........... honestly Sehar, pata nahi woh konse mard hote hai jo mare ja rahe hote hai ya jinn ki sab se bari fantasy hai do shaadian karna woh bhi eik saath. Tumhe pata hai, jab se meri doosri shaadi hui thi mai eik bohot andhairi basti mai jaa kar gir giya tha, jahan pe mai muqammal tour pe kisi ko khush nahi rakh saka, apna aap toh kahin ghum hi ho gia tha. Eik bina sir pair ki murghi tha". 

[........... from today on only you will reside on every part of my heart and brain...honestly Sehar, I dont know who these men are who are dying (to have multiple wives) or  whose biggest fantasy is to have multiple wives at the same time. Do you know, when I got married second time,I fell in a very dark place, where I couldnt keep neither fully happy, my own self was absolutely lost. I was like a head-/ and legless chicken]

Sehar listened to him quitely whilst still lying sidewards on him stroking his face, chest and shoulders with her free hand as he continued:

"Sehar, tum se sirf eik dar khuast hai...please kabhi mazak mai bhi ya serious situation mai bhi kabhi mujh se ye nahi kehna ke jaye jaake doosri.... umm teesri/phir se (see kia mess hai) shaadi/eik aur biwi le aaoun. Please mujhe kabhi mazak mai bhi kisi aurat ke saath nahi mansoob karna. Maine toh kabhi fantacize wagerah bhi nahi kia tha eik se zaid shaadi karne ka, lekin....... khair mai abh aur bhi strongly believe karta hoon ke moonh mai jo bhi aaye woh nahi bola jata  hai, pata nahi kab qubooliat ki ghari hoti hai.... Mere saamne agar kabhi bhi kisi larke ya mard ne doosri shaadi pe rashk kia toh mai toh saaf saaf uss shaqs ko kahoonga ke nahi jao ghair zaroori aisi bastion mai jo qareeb aakar/ ho jaane pe andhaire ke siwa khuch nahi deti".

[Sehar I have one request....please never wether as joke or in serious situation ever tell me to go and get second..... umm third/again (see the mess) married/one more wife. Please never even as a joke associate me with another woman. I had never even fantacized etc to get more than once married, but..... anyway now I even more strongly believe that one shouldnt utter whatever comes over the lips, one doesnt know when prayer accepted time is on. If a man or boy will ever in front of me gush over second wife than I will clearly suggest him not to go unnecassary to colonies, which when you get closer or own it apart from darkness it gives you nothing]

Finally he stopped talking and let out a deep sigh whilst gazing at the almost complete dark sky and encircling Sehar in his embrace who was slightly shivering due to the breeze. Leaning his chin on her hair suddenly he jested:

"Sehar mujhe bohot bhook lagi hai, aisa lag raha hai jaise 1 saal ke oopar se khuch khaya nahi ho. Aaj toh khoob khaounga aur phir agle 24 ghante sirf sounga....uff aaj apni manzil pohoncha hoon...." , driving his hand through his silky hair.

[I am so hungry Sehar, it feels as though I hadnt eaten more than one year. I will eat to my hearts content today and than sleep for next 24 hours........god, today I reached my destination (by your side)]

Sehar coming out from his embrace, giggled and whilst holding his hand advised him lovingly to pray Maghrib alongside shukrana prayer for todays achievement and becoming free of a relationship which he couldnt give anything for it to sustain. Without protesting he got up and went for ablution in the semi open tropical bathroom downstairs. After they both prayed together and made dua, before getting up from prayer mat, Zamin held her hand and said in loving tone:

"Sehar meri madad karogi Namaz ka paband hone mai, Allah ne mujhe itne bare masle se nikaala aur mujhe sirf aur sirf tumhaara bana dia, abh mai chahta hoon ke iss bari change ke saath meri zindagi mai farz Namaz eik hissa ban jaye".

[ Sehar, will you help me become regular in praying. Allah freed me from such a huge problem and  made me only yours for forever, now I wish that with this major change, praying (5x a day) becomes a regular part of my life]

In response Sehar nodded her head and they hugged each other before they both had their cold dinner which they had bought on the way to their accomodation.

Sitting in their private attached garden, time was flying with them engaged in casual talks and Zamin telling Sehar their sightseeing plans and what possible things they could do in evening/night in their accomodation. In a quite moment whilst he was observing her beauty with the fresh climate of Swat Valley making her skin glow even more he spoke lovestruck:

"Bataaon eik aur wajah ye accomodation choose kar ne ke liye... kehte hai ke agar aap ko jaanna ho ke aap ki kisi ke saath banti hai ke nahi, toh uss ke saath safar karo. Humai toh shaadi ke bad mouqa hi nahi mila eik doosre ko jaanne ke liye, haan eik doosre ko support karte thai, courteous thai, piyaar bhi kar ne lag gaye thai. Magar Sehar mai tumhe batana chahta hoon iss sort of struggling accomodation aur koi faraar hone ki jagah nahi (Tv,Wifi) aur sirf eik doosre ki company 24/7 literally sense mai , ke hum eik doosre ke saath kitna comfortable feel karte hai, kaise eik doosre ke saath hone ki wajah se sab khuch manage kar sakte hai . 

[ Shall I tell you another reason for  choosing this accomodation.... its being said, that if you want to know how much you get along with someone, than travel with them. We didnt get the opportunity after our marriage to get to know each other, no doubt we supported each other,were corteous towards one another, even started loving each other. But Sehar  I want to show you in this sort of struggling accomodation with nowhere to escape (tv,wifi ) and only each others company 24/7 ; how we comfortable we feel with each other and how we can manage everything due to having each other]

Tumhe pata hai aaj kal bohot saare couples saath ho ke bhi saath nahi hote. Tv, internet wagerah unn se le lo toh pata chalta hai ke unke paas  apni  baat karne ke liye aur saath mai waqt guzaarne ke liye khuch bhi nahi hota. Magar mai tumhe batana chahta hoon, ke humara saath hona sirf eik haadse (sudden Nikah) ya bacha ya koi majboori ke base pe nahi hai. Balke hum eik dono ke liye bane hai". 

[Do you know, now a days there are many couples  who despite being together are not together. Take away things like tv, internet etc than one sees  that they have no talks of own or things to do with each other to pass time. But I want to show you that our remaining/staying together is not  based due to an incident (sudden marriage) or baby or any other compulsion. Rather that we are meant for one another]

Suddenly with happy tears in eyes she crawled on his lap as they were sitting on the fresh mowed  grass, letting her finger trace his bottom lip she spoke coming closer to his mouth with his breath fanning her face:

"I am excited, lekin compatibility check mai sexual compatibility bhi shaamil hota hai". Playing innocent: "Kia socha hai iss ke baare mai? Aur extend kare humare repertoire ko?" 

[......., but in compatibility check sexual compatibility checking is included too. Playing innocent:What have you thought about it? Shall we extend our repertoire?]

Laughing so hard she nearly fell sideways but Zamin grabbed her tightly by waist and through laughter whilst lifting her chin:

"My dearest wife, aap bhool rahi hain aap pregnant bhi hain, saare din ghoomne ke baad (in Swat Valley) bed sport ke bhi irade rakhti ho"?!  

[......, you are forgetting that your pregnant, after entire day roaming around in Swat Valley you still plan to to do bed sport?]

Slighty putting a serious tone on he continued:

"You know very well ke aap mujhe magnet ki tarha apni taraf kheenchti ho, hont milte hai toh aisa lagta hai jaise in ke beech chewing gum aagia ho, chorne ka naam hi nahi lete (haha), tumhaare curves pe ghanton apni unglian phair sakta hoon, tumhaari khushboo mai din raat eik hi jagah pe reh sakta hoo, lekin Sehar mujhe sirf tumhaare jism se mashgool nahi hona (almost sab couple ye toh kar hi lete hai jab khuch bhi samajh mai naa aaye). Tum mai sirf jism nahi hai, aur bhi bohot khuch hai".

[ You know very well that you pull me towards you like magnet. When our lips meet its like chewing gum came between them, they dont wanna part  from each other (haha), I could pat my fingers for hours on your body, I could stay in one place night and day in your scent, but Sehar I dont want to be just busy with your body only (almost all couple do that when they dont have any other activity to do together). You  dont only possess a body, theres so much more to you]

Wanting to conceal her touched state she pulled a pretense sad face by stretching her bottom lip downwards: "Haye Mrs. Zamin ki ye qadar... Sehar chalo abhi toh tum moti nahi hui ho toh ye haal hai (supressing to burst out laughing) ke Mr. Hasseen Zamin moonh phair rahe hai tum se."

[ Whoa, this is Mrs. Zamin's worth.. .. Sehar, you havent even put on weight yet and your getting this treatment (supressing to burst out laughing) that handsome Mr. Zamin is turning away from you]

Zamin immidately intrupting her:" Suno Mrs Zamin, aap bohot khoobsoorat aur attractive ho aur mujhe bohot azeez bhi, lekin aap ko koi HAQ nahi apne baare mai itni nafi batain kar ne ka..samjhi"?!  

[Listen Mrs. Zamin, you are very beautiful and attractive and very dear too to me, but you have no right to talk negative about yourself...understood?]

With a wink he came closer to her face planting tender kisses at her nose tip and cheeks he whispered:

"Agar ache se khaougi piyogi aur enough rest karogi toh ye jo sannata humare ird gird phaila hua hai, wahan pe sirf tumhaare moan aur lust screams goojhaingi". 

[If you will eat,drink and rest well than the quiteness surrounding us will be filled with the echoes of your moans and lust screams]

Giving her a full smile he pointed upwards:

"Blue bag mai maine khuch cheezain daali hai for our extended honeymoon *winking*. Jo bhi pasand aaye, comfortable lage choose karna". 

[In the blue bag I have put some stuff for our extended honeymoon. Whatever you like and feel comfortable choose that]

With the hooting sound of the owls increasing somewhere in the far distance and mosquitos buzzing furiously around them, the loved up duo went inside and got bed ready. Sehar after freshening up decided to put on a sultry white shorty set. Feeling sassy humming she flopped with her back on the bed which was screaming scrunch my sheets.

Soon Zamin came upstairs dressed matching with her in white shorts and skintight white tee. Sehar still lying down, positioning tilted her head and gawked at him whilst absorbing his masculine fit physique. At the back of her mind she instantly started making plans to become fit soon after the baby will be born. Breaking her unnecassary train of thoughts, he lied down on his stomach next to her with his left arm leaning over her bust all the way to her left shoulder. Tilting his head and moving closer to her face, patting her nose tip with his index finger, winking:

"Hey Billie, ye honton pe khil-khili aur aankhon mai masti kisi masoom iraade ki amadgi nahi de rahi (lifting his eyebrows)!!" 

[ Hi kitten, the laughter on your lips and the mischief in your eyes are not an indicator for something innocent]

Sehar coyly caressing his warm cheeks in tame manner: " Dekhe kahan Billie hoon aur ankhon mai masti toh bilkul bhi nahi hai (to demonstrate her innocence she bat her eyelashes)". 

[Check, where am I a kitten and  mischief in eyes absolutely not  (to demonstrate her innocence she bat her eyelashes)

Zamin chuckling: " Acha toh mera peet jo "haseen" surkh nishaano se bhara hua hai, woh kis ne kia... ?! 

[Ok, so the "beautiful" red marks on my back, who did it...?]

Sehar improvident: " Ye maine......toh.....na...hi (biting her tongue she realised what double meaning reply she was about to give)....... kia (in very low tone- looking shaky). 

[I... didnt...do...it  (biting her tongue she realised what double meaning reply she was about to give)

Zamin noticing her slip off tongue and the guilt, immidiately kissed her between her brows and consoled her: 

" Its ok hojata hai. Aur mujhe bhi ahista ahista seekhna hoga ke tongue-in-cheek bhi eik cheez  hoti hai..... khair mai toh tumhe eik lateefa sunana chah raha tha mere gym ke male trainer changing room ke scenario ke baare mai. Kabhi kabhi mai bhool jaata hoon, in nishaano or hickeys ko aur bila jhijhak shirt wagerah change kar leta hoon, toh sab khoob moonh daba kar haste hai; khi-khi hi nahi band hoti mere colleagues ki. Khair mai man mai muskura ke reh jaata hoon like 'a gentleman enjoys and is silent'". 

[ Its ok, can happen. And I need to slowly learn that theres something called tongue-in-cheek too.... anyway I wanted to tell you a funny story  at my gym male trainer changing room. Sometimes I forget the marks and hickeys and change t-shirt and all without care, to which my male colleagues laugh through tight lips;  their tittering just wont stop. Anyway I just smile to myself inside like 'a gentleman enjoys and is silent]

Sehar pressed her lips in order not to burst out laughing and responded whilst tugging on her lower lip with her teeth:

"Sorry, mere dimaagh mai se uss waqt (during sex) aap ki gym instructor job nikal jaati hai; uss waqt mere sir pe sirf lust aur desire charha hua hota hai. Aap mujhe kahan khuch sochne ke qabil rakhte hai (finally she let out her supressed laughter)...... main aise hi nahi kehti uss waqt ke aap mujhe bohot turn on karte hai....  hotness ki dukaan wagerah (haha)...toh haan aise nishaan aap ke peet pe eik natural reaction ki tarha reh jaate hai".

[Sorry, at that time (during sex) I completely forget your gym instructor job; at that time all thats on my mind is lust and desire. You dont spare me to think about anything else (finally she let out her supressed laughter).... I dont say without reason at that time how much you turn me on....Hotness galore (haha)....... so yes marks like that are left behind as natural reaction]

 As she was freely gushing about her climax moments, Zamin couldnt help but recall how the once hesitant Sehar about nudity with/in front of him, has today turned into a very sexually open personality. 

Soon they both started feeling uneasy in their positions, so they crawled inside the cozy duvet. Feeling a wave of cold instantly Sehar flung her knee over his abdomen whilst resting her hand on his chest which he promptly clutched and his other hand resting on her knee which was on his toned stomach. Bringing their faces as close as possible to each other so  that their nose tips were touching against the other. 

"Eik baat kahoon?!"  [ May I say something?] Zamin breaking the silence whilst gazing into her shiny orbs to which she simply nodded her head in approval.

Feeling deeply relaxed Zamin confessed a secret from the early days of their marriage in Iftikhar house:

"Sehar, tum he woh Rabia tayi ki ladies get together yaad hai?! (ref. 'All beautiful things for my wife' OS)....... jiss din maine tum se tumhaari sexual expectations ke baare mai poocha tha.... aur phir uss discussion ke baad hum ne mere kamre mai neeche baith kar bina kisi ko pata chale beghair ke tum mere kamre mai ho dinner kia tha?! Jab tum khaane ke douran bukhaar aur thakan ki waja se mere shoulder pe apna sir rakh kar so gayi thi...  uss waqt mera dil kar raha tha ke tum he apne comfortable bistar pe laita ke tum he sirf yun hi dekhta rahoon jaise ke abhi dekh raha hoon....lekin...! 

[ Sehar do you remember the ladies get together party hosted by Rabia aunt (ref. 'All beautiful things for my wife' OS).... the day when I asked you about your sexual expectations....and after that discussion we had dinner together in my room without anyone finding out about your whereabouts?! When you fell asleep leaning on my shoulder during eating due to fever and tiredness.... at that time I wanted to place you on my comfortable bed like this and simply gaze at you..... but...!]

Before Zamin would trail off in guilt and bad memories she decided to join the series of confessing her unspoken thoughts and fantasies from back than.

Moving her hands to caress his face, she spoke in low tone: "... aur main jab aap ke bathroom mai shower le rahi thi toh mujhe har thori dair baad aisa lagta tha jaise koi/aap ke haath peeche se aake mujh pe sabun laga raha ho....aur phir jab aap ne darwaze pe aake female friendly sabun dene ki baat ki, tab maine socha.......... Sehar aaj tum iss shaqs ka kamra kunwaari nahi chorh paougi (both bursted in laughter)....lekin mujhe aap ke saath intimate hone ka khiyaal acha bhi lag raha tha future ke liye".

[.... and when I was taking shower  in your bathroom, I constantly felt after every few minutes that someone/your hands coming from behind and soaping me......and than when you came by the door talking about giving female friendly soap I thought to myself.... Sehar, today you wont leave this room as a virgin (both bursted in laughter)..... but I also liked the thought of becoming intimate with you in future]

Lost in recalling sexy moments alongside some of the bad memories surrounding them from Iftikhar house (and own home from the time when Hareem forced herself to move in with them)  they turned them into pleasant ones even if it was only imaginary now.

Chuckling Zamin recaped about their first outing at night time to sea side and ice cream (with Hareem and Rafay): 

"Kaash main uss din himmat kar ke tumhe hi apne saath passanger seat mai baithata.... lekin jab maine har haal mai Rafay ko rok lia tha tumhaare saath peeche baithne se (kionke mujhe andaaza tha ke tum jaisi larki ko ye behad nagawarah lagega), toh maine tumse rear mirror mai aankh milai iss ummeed pe ke kia tum hai meri ye act impress ki. Phir jab beach pohonch ke Hareem mujhe apne saath kheenchti hui walk pe le gayi tab mujhe koi bahana kar ke phir se ghaari mai laut aana tha (jahan tum baithi hui thi). Imagine karo Sehar mai ghaari mai aakar tumhaare bilkul qareeb aake baith jaata aur tumhaare haath se almost pigalti hui ice cream le kar tumhe khilaata ya phir hum opposite direction pe walk pe chale jaate?!" 

[ How I wish I had the courage that day to make you sit next to me on passanger seat... but when I prevented Rafay sitting behind with you (because I knew a girl like you would absolutely dislike it), than I locked eyes with you in rear mirror in hope that  my act impressed you. Than at beach, when Hareem was dragging me with her, I should have made an excuse and come back in car (where you were sitting).Imagine Sehar I would have come back in car and sat close beside you and take away the melting ice cream from your hand and fed it to you with my own hands or we would have gone for a walk in the opposite direction]

Sensing his teasing tone slightly turning into guilt she cut in: 

" Ye beach waala scene aap ne baad mai kafi hadd tak poora kar lia tha, woh bhi eik aise din, jab mujhe aap ki company, aap ki tawajjo ki sab se ziada zaroorat thi.. jaise aap ne mujhe uthaya tha neend  mai se aur secret outing pe le gaye thai..... mere liye uss din ka beach pe jaana pehli baar se ziada maye ni rakhi thi. Plus jab aap pehli baar beach pe Hareem ke sath (as fiance) jarahe thai, toh maine dil mai palat palat game khail rahi thi. Aur jab aap ne meri taraf palat ke dekha tab mere dil ko sab cheezon se barh kar sukoon mila after woh ghari mai rear mirror scene aur Rafay ko mere saath peeche nahi baithne se."

[ The beach scene to a latrge rextend you later on made up for it, that too on a day when I needed your company and attention the most.. the way you woke me up from sleep and secretly took me out for outing... for me going to beach that day meant more than the first time. Plus at first time beach going when you were walking away with Hareem (as fiance) I was playing turn-around game. And when you turned around my heart attained a peace above everything else followed by the rear mirror scene in car and  Rafay not sitting with me at the back seat of car]

After recalling countless tense and fragile situations for their relationship and turning them into special memories which only they two would ever understand. Soon Sehar's eyelids became heavy and she yawned . Tenderly placing the back of his hand over her open mouth, smiling he caressed her face and told her to sleep. But before that he turned her so that she could view the blanket of stars in the sky as the last sight of the day. With a smile she stared at the sky, as he kissed her rosy cheeks and murmured by her ear:

"Tum ye taaron ki tarha, choti (baar baar mere haath se jo ghum hojati thi) magar behad roshni dene waali. Meri khushqismati pe rashk karta hoon ke Allah ne mere liye kia Humsafar chuna; itni pyaar karne waali, itni pure dil waali, meri saari ghaltion aur kotaion ko sirf maaf hi nahi kia balke mera bharam bhi rakh lia, jaise tum ne eik eik talkh yaad ko yaad kar ke uss ko aisa zawiya diya ke mere dil pe se saara bojh utar jaye... mere paas alfaaz nahi hai tumhe shukria adaa karne ke liye".

[ You are like those stars, small (constantly slipping away from my hand) but very bright. I admire my good fate as to what kind of lifepartner Allah chose for me; so loving, such a pure heart, not only forgiving all my mistakes and shortcomings rather saved my appereance too. The way you re-called and remembered every bad memory and gave it such an angle that all the burden fell off my chest...I dont have words to thank you]

Sehar turning her head  towards him and cupping his face: " Ohh aap shukria adaa karne ki fikar bilkul bhi nahi kare, mai waqt aane pe maang loongi" [ohh you absolutely dont worry about thanking me; when the time will come I will ask it from you] , winking she snuggled closer to him until she could feel his heartbeat against hers. Encircling her in his muscular arms crushing her face in his chest, patting her hair till he heard light snores. As he placed her back on her pillow, she shivered out of chill. Coming out from the duvet, he walked towards her suitecase and retrived the woollen socks and a pashmina shawl. 

Going by her footside and uncovering her feet; for a minute he looked at her delicate feet and was reminded how much pressure they will be enduring in upcoming months. Lowering his head down abundantly kissing and petting them he put the warm socks on her feet and tucking them back inside the covering. Letting out a soothening sigh after he wrapped the pashmina shawl on her body, sensing him close to her again she scooted closer to him to which Zamin chuckled to himself.

"Chahe khuch bhi kar lo, akhir kaar tumhe mere paas hi sukoon milta hai, Sehar". 

[No matter how much you do, in the end you find peace by me, Sehar]

*****

Sehar opened her eyes and looked up to see the bright clear open sky above her. Her surrounding smelled of fresh wood; the sounds of bird twittering coming from close by; lying on her spot she imbibed the atmosphere within herself relishing she stretched her arms out and looked down on herself tangled in her pashmina shawl. Reaching her hands to her feet to rub them only to feel them warm and cuddly. With a smile she remembered how she felt something warm touching her feet when she was shivering due to cold in her sleep. Bringing her feet out beneath the duvet she eyed them whilst she rubbed them against each other. Glancing over at her husband who was still deep asleep with his arms stretched almost over his head. Leaning over with the intention to give him a small kiss on his lips before heading for a shower downstairs in the semi-open tropical shower; once her lips touched  his succulent ones, by magical force she kissed them again and again with different pressures and techniques as her free hand fondled the back of his neck. Forcing herself to part from him, before he would wake up and keep her beneath him for hours and all their plans for the day would get muddled up.

Soon after Sehar left the bed, Zamin opened his eyes with a smile on his lips with a notice tucked next to his pillow "I am in shower". Chortling he left the bed and stood by the wood reiling and gazed at the staggering view of Shangla Top. The air was filled with silence and freshness, in the distance he could see the tip of mountains on which it appeared white clouds touching them. Mesmerized he watched the foggy clouds moving in the sky. The clouds reminded him of his life, how the heavy burdens from his shoulders and chest has been lifted and was now as light as the clouds from inside. Smiling at himself his mind immidiately travelled to Sehar's words from previous night how she put in all her effort to make some of the worst scenes which she had experienced in his presence into imaginary romantic scenarios. 

As he was making the bed clumsily, he found Sehar's fresh clothes and undergarments neatly laid out on the corner of bed. Taking her wispy red panty between his fingers, her voice echoed in his mind about the shower scenario from Iftikhar house. Hastily he opened the blue suitecase and took out soft flirting massage gloves and put them on his hands. 

Mature scene ahead

Before making his way down, he used mouthwash and chewed a few mint lozenges. Standing outside the semi-open tropical bathroom , his steps came to halt, seeing the sexy diva aka Sehar standing underneath the shower head, fully drenched in her white night wear. Too occupied lathering shampoo in her hair with her back facing him, she didnt notice her aroused husband standing by the door frame eyef****ing her. 

When he couldnt bear the teasing sight, he moved behind her. In order not to startle her, which would cause her to loose balance and slip on the slippery floor, he spoke in soft yet clear voice next to her ear: 

"ZAMIN"! 

With Sehar sensing his hot breath and scent turned her head to him, as he reached out for the soap and rubbed it between his gloved hands. Burying his head in the crook of her neck from behind seductively whispering in her ear:

"Kal raat eik pari ne mujhe kaha, ke usse khuch arse pehle shower mai laga ke uss ka 'darling' husband (Sehar pressed her lips not to start laughing at his reference) peeche se aake uss ko sabun laga raha ho. So maine socha, sirf sabun hi kion (*grinning*).. massage bhi ho jaye". 

[ Last night a fairy told me, that not long time ago she felt whilst taking a shower, that her 'darling'  husband (Sehar pressed her lips not to start laughing at his reference)  came from behind and lathered her with soap. So I thought why only soap (*grinning*)... add massage too]

Sehar squinted, to which Zamin thought to ask her opinion on s*x tools, although they had once  spoken about this topic in lingerie store (ref. Longing for you/Hot urges OS). But he felt the need to ask her again although the 'tool ' wasnt much different than a regular shower massage glove.

Carefully he spoke further in husky tone:

"How would my white wet princess feel, agar usse mere haath ke bajaye YE [THIS] (slowly bringing his gloved hand forward infront of her eyes) tumhaare jism mai eik hurricane macha de?! Aur hamesha ki tarha aap ka poora HAQ hai ke aap inkaar bhi kar sakti hain". [.... cause a hurricane in your body?! And as always you may refuse to indulge in it]

Emotionally touched over his noble attitude, she eyed and traced his gloved hand. Just moving her hands on the wavy, noppy, smooth surface sparked an intense want in her. Eagerly pressing his gloved hands on her chest whilst throwing her head back, she spoke under heavy breath:

"Mere saath paani ke neeche khare hue aur magic create kare in gloves waale haathon se ....!" [Stand with me underneath the shower and create magic with your gloved hands...]

Taking it as premission granted ,nibbing at her side of neck and earlobe he let his soapy gloved hand travel down her arms, to which her body twiched in pleasure. Instantly wrapping his warm arms around her body whilst he kneaded the sides between her bossom and waist with the wavy fingers underneath her silk vest. 

Chewing on her bottom lip a series of moans escaped from her lips as her hands fiercely buried in his hair, unbashedly ordering him:

"Aaj toh apne Zamin ko Billa bante hue dekhna, mujhe personal property samajh ke istimaal kare, koi piyari kisses nahi, koi makhmali touches nahi, koi meethi batain nahi. F*ck me without care, mujhe deewar pe daba daale, meri saansain rok le wild kisses se......ufff Zamin, I feel so free jab aap mujhe choohte hai toh. Itne arse eik bohot caring, super romantic, soulful, attentive lover dekha; abh selfish hojaye. Jo chahe le le mujh mai se......"

[Today I want to see my Zamin become a male cat, use me like personal property, no loving kisses, no velvety touches, no sweet talks. ............., press me against the wall, stop my breathing with wild kissing...... uff Zamin  I feel so free when you touch me. For a long time I witnessed you as a very caring, very romantic, soulful, attentive lover; now become selfish. Take whatever you want from me.......]

Zamin's eyes widened at her remarks. Wanting to tease her more yet slow her down, he softly kissed her ear, whilst trailing the noppy fingers across her back:

"Sehar has deserves loving kisses, cozy bed, breakfast in bed.....soft kisses..... buttersoft kisses. (Sehar impatiently intrupting: "Nahiiiiii" [NOOO]). 

In response chuckling he emphasised:" tender, loving kisses yahan [here] (*kissing behind her ear* ) aur yahan [here] (*kissing between her breast*), with his magic covered gloves grazing her inner thighs.

Unable to bear his teasing, making a fist and punching it on his taut shoulder muscle before biting in the deliciousness of them.

Finally he looked at her with dark eyes which evoked another set of sexual appetite in her. In low tone he spoke the final line as he was pushing her towards the wall behind the shower:

"Aap ki khushi ke mutabiq [As per your wish]..... 1..2..3...".

In a blink of a moment, he had pushed her back to the wall, with his gloved hands keeping her arms pinned on either sides of her head, his thumbs immidiately drawing patterns on her wrist . Pressing his thigh right between her legs, where it immidiately nestled directly underneath her lustspot over her skintight silk shorty. Coming close to hear ears telling her in firm voice to keep her arms in their place, lifting her back off the wall with her arms glued to the wall, he kneaded with his entire hand her back beneath the fabric. Instead of soothing her moaning, he pushed the wet fabric aside to capture her nipple between his teeth and lips and profoundly sucking and teasing her buds , with the shower head pouring water on them making the act  even hotter. 

Since his entire focus was on her feminine sexual body parts today alongside the hot water coming from above was making her whimper in double joy.  She was enjoying his bold pleasing of her body just like his otherwise romantic love making style. 

Without gap he was pleasuring her breast alternatively with his teeth and hands. To give her a pleasing shock, grabbing the fabric by the breast area and with a ripping sound tore the fabric in two making her shiver with want. His lips parted seeing her anticipation, moving his gloved hands now all over her sensitive curves and zones which kept her continiously on her toes.

 When she  couldnt bear it anymore keeping her hands idle she pulled him up by shoulder and leaned in to kiss the waterdroplets from his inviting lips. But having caught her naughty fire today, with a swift move he moved away from her on the opposite wall. Grinning at her with all the time in the world, brushing his teeth whilst his eyes followed the water trail going down on her body. From time to time he was pointing with his fingers and eyes where she should pour water using her hands. Sehar feeling challenged, looking directly at him with his drenched tee and shorts sticking to his body like a second skin. With hooded eyes licking her drying lips, she eyef***ked his transparent body. 

Noticing her game, he slammed the toothbrush aside and within seconds was standing under the shower head with her allowing the water to rinse off the toothpaste by his mouth.  Sehar who was starring at him wantonly, found herself in no time pressed back on the wall. For a split second he looked at her with soft expressions and spoke through the shower rain:

"Princess wanna slow down?! Sweet kisses and nuzzling chahiye [want] ?"

Seher vehemently shaking her head through laughter, to which he responded short and crip:

"You asked for it...1.....2...3 "! Lifting her in his arm with her back crushed against the wall again, plucking his tongue in her mouth. Sehar gasped at the sudden erotic mint taste kiss. He had never inserted his tongue in her mouth without having kissed her lips until her mouth was left open. This thought erected her and she prod his tongue. Using the opportunity he sucked on her fleshy  tongue like wringing a heavy sponge. His fingers stimulated all the while her stud between her legs. 

Wanting to feel his new "magic" fingers deep inside her, she tried to direct his hand between her labias. At this point Zamin broke their game and tore his lips from her. Cupping her face between his hands, the way he usually does, in loving tone he explained to her:

"Baby, abhi tum aisi koi artificial cheez apne andar nahi le sakti sewaye mujhe...infection risk".

[ Baby you cant insert any artificial item inside you in your current state except me...infection risk]

Seeing her dissapointed pout, he whispered by her ear:

"Cheer up my white angel, lets go upstairs; Billie ban sakti ho OK?! Scratch me, mera naam le kar cheekh sakti ho aur mai nahi rokunga".

 [ You can become a cat ok?! ....., you can take my name and scream (in lust) and I wont stop you]

His seductive promise brought a wide smile to her face to which he turned her face facing the the wall and pressed her upper body against it, with him standing behind her and massaging showergel on her back with firm pressure. Breathing heavily at the different sensations, liquid pooled between her legs. Aroused she turned around and told him through the shower rain:

" I want to rip your shirt Zami, TAKE me Zami... abh toh sirf aap pe hi aasra hai.... Billie cant wait anymore".

[........., now I can only rely on you...... cat cant wait anymore]

Zamin reassuring her: " Mai tumhaare liye kaafi rahoonga Billie..promise... No kisses, no cuddles jab tak Billie saahil tak na pohonch jaye OK?!" 

[I will be sufficient for you my cat....... no kisses, no cuddles until you dont reach shore (climax) OK]

Wrapping her in towel, he carried her in bridal style upstairs to bed. Promptly her arms went around his neck her legs closing around him to have him inside her without any further delay. Pulling out a silky blindfold underneath the pillow , which he had put before going down, he now slipped it over her head until it covered her eyes fully.

Sehar gasping in delight:

"Zami, I want to cum in 1 min. Waqt shuru hota hai abhi". [.... time starts now]

Pushing himself inside her in single thrust, he took her to seventh heaven until she moaned and screamed his name which was shortly replaced with "cream chahiye"[ I want cream]. Captivated by this single remark, biting her earlobe:

"Now handle it, Billie [cat] ", as she gurgled he shot his seed deep inside her. 

*******

After starting the day with vast action they spent the day discovering the hill station in Madyan. Holding hands they strolled around the green area. From time to time sitting down on benches so that Sehar could take some rest. Zamin putting his arms around her placing her head lightly on his chest, as she ate healthy snacks or drank water.  Sometimes couples walking pass them would compliment them as a beautiful newlyweds couple. This would especially make Sehar chuckle. Leaning into her husbands ears she would simper:

"Logon ko pata hi nahi ke hum "bun" (baby) leke pait mai ghoom rahe hai.... kia khuch karname anjaam de chuke hai zindagi mai".

[ People dont know that we are roaming around carrying a bun(baby) in stomach.. what feats we have already given in life]

Zamin than would reply back in humour: " But unlike other honeymoon couples, humara couple zindagi ke sakht tests se guzar chuka hai, humare beech eik understanding aa chuki hai, jo inn logo ko abhi establish karni hogi...". 

[......., our couple has been through toughest tests of life, we have developed an understanding between us, which these couples (newlyweds/honeymooners) have still yet to establish]

As they reached the tracking point on hill, Zamin refused going up since Sehar was unable to climb the hill due to aching legs and he didnt want to leave her behind all alone. With a smile he reached out to place his arms around her shoulder  but remembering that Sehar isnt too keen on PDA with many people around, he pulled away. Sehar noticing his courtesy as usual, wanted to thank him for this and how he never held back to give up things for her; giving him an encouraging smile to put his arms around her again, which he gladly accepted. 

Forgetting his desire to go hill climbing, they drove to Bahrain to handicraft market, where he made her buy plenty of winter shawls, juwelries and antiquities. They had also find out that trout fishing was possible in Madyan which made Sehar all excited at the prospect of eating fresh fish much to Zamins dismay, who didnt like seafood at all. But watching her eyes sparkle, he told her that he will take her there but before that go to lassi shop and drink lassi, to which she pulled a cranky face. Kissing her nose tip he compromised with her that she will atleast eat kheer from there.

After an eventful day in Madyan and Bahrain back and forth with their final activity walking along the Swat river as the sky was slowly turning orange. At one point Sehar walked a little ahead of Zamin, when he bowed down to tie his shoe laces. Once up on his feet he took in the view a few steps ahead of him; his beautiful delicate wife was standing there wrapped in her shawl gazing back and forth from the  sky to river. She looked so fragile inbetween the huge greeny scenario. Blinking his eye he thought to himself:

"Zamin, agar tumne uss ka saath chorh dia toh yeh tanha iss bari khaufzada dunya mai reh jaigi. Uss ke dil  aur dimaagh ka khaas tour pe hamesha khiyaal rakhna ". 

[Zamin, if you will stop supporting her than she will remain all alone in this big scary world. Always take care of  the well-being of her heart and especially mind]

Gently stepping behind her, he tightly wrapped his arms around her. Instantly Sehar crossed her arms over his folded arms. Kissing the back of her dupatta covered head they stared at the flowing river and the darkening sky. Enjoying in the warmth of his embrace Sehar found herself thinking:

"Sehar, socho agar tum apni anaa ko beech mai ajaane deti mushkil waqton mai, toh aaj ye pal nahi experience kar rahi hoti. Beshak har mushkil waqt ke baad asaani aati hai. Allah tu bohot meherbaan hai ke tu ne mujhe aisa humsafar diya jo andar se bhi itna khoobsurat hai jitna bahar se.......". Than tilting her head to  him: " Iss dunya ka har corner Jannat jaisa lagta hai agar aap saath ho toh".

[Sehar, think if you would have let ego come inbetween in hard times, than today you wouldnt be witnessing this moment right now. Indeed after every hardship theres ease. Allah you are too merciful, that you gave me a lifepartner who isnt only beautiful by appereance but also from inside...] Than tilting her head to him (Zamin): [Every corner of this world feels like paradise if you are by my side]

In response Zamin blinked his eyes whilst giving her a soft face expression. Lacing her fingers with his they went towards their car and drove back to Shangla top via driving around in Miandam for a while. 

Back at their accomodation they had semi-cold dinner followed by a quite evening. Zamin made her lie down on a large body size paper and drew an outline sketch of her. Once done he sat on the sofa like seat with a scissor and paper fasteners. Sehar retired on bed with sex guide book amongst others; lying flat on her stomach (with a pillow beneath her stomach) behind Zamin's seat. For a while they both were busy in their own things. Occasionally Sehar would nudge him from behind and show him intreresting paragraphs or definitions to which he would let out a contagious laughter and give her a teasing reply: 

"We should play sexy scrabble, dekhte hai kon jeetta hai". [.....lets see who wins]

Motivated, Sehar buried her head in the sex guides without realising that Zamin was standing in front of her with his creation- a hangman made of her sketch.

Enthusiastic Zamin: " Ye tumhaare next art class ke project ke liye idea". 

[This is for your next art class's project idea]

Sehar eyed the tall hangman sketch of hers, touching her art face, she couldnt help but to admire with what accuracy he drew her face with his back turned to her most of the time. Using the opportunity she wondered what his favourite subjects in school must have been alongside his other likes and dislikes. 

With the remaining paper snippets Zamin was building paper cut illustration as Sehar came and sat next to him on the brench. Grabbing one of the illustrations an impressed wow escaped her lips.

Since Zamin had occupied the entire bench with handicraft items, she sat down on the smaller rug which was placed on a larger one. Sensing her arm rested on his knee he diverted his attention fully to her (but before that offering her to sit on the bench, which she refused with a content smile). Breaking the beautiful silence he asked her about her childhood, her mother all the way down to her favourite subjects, animals, colour and much more.  With fluency and chirpiness in tone she narrated some of her most treasured childhood memories, her beautiful relationship with her mother moving on to her favourites. In the midst of her narrations and favourites listing, it clicked to her that she didnt ask him about his favourites. Pausing her talks, jauntily she started her Q&A with him:

"Zami,aap ka favourite colour konsa hai?" [...., whats your favourite colour]

Zamin fell in rumination despite the simplicity of the question. Sehar noted his silence, whilst he realised that he didnt have his own favourite colour. Rabia tayi had always shoved the colour red down his throat since it was Hareem's favourite colour. Being aware that Hareem once told Sehar about her favourite colour, he didnt want to mention this colour which he was using out of habit since his teenager days.

When Sehar with a wide smile nudged him to answer, he shrugged his shoulder and barely audible responded:

"Apna personal favourite colour wagerah sochne ka kabhi mouqa nahi mila. [I never got the opportunity to ponder on my favourite colour etc]. And now I am too old".

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Word count: 10190 :D

Hi Readers,

hmmmmm so Zamin as an adult doesnt have answer(s) on basic questions. What do you all think what he will do about it? Isnt it a sad thing that his ex mother-in-law dominated his personality this much.

Will Sehar be able to help him discover his personal likings? If yes how?

Also will things stay smooth between them?! Since its a well known fact that couples have some of the worse fights whilst travelling together. Should they have a fight how will they solve it?

To find out stay tuned to find the answers to these questions. (I have to split it since this chapter already got very long lol.... but I love going into detail haha)

Back to latest part:

Hope you liked how Zamin ended the chapter Hareem right in front of Sehar's eyes.

What do you all think about the accomodation? Anyone knew about it before?

I have never been to Swat, all information are by doing research. Hope you lot enjoyed it.

Which part was your favourite in this OS?

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