Ijlaal - Honor

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Prologue

*عشق بھی دشمن کی اک چال ہے*

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*عشق بھی دشمن کی اک چال ہے*

Translation: Love is also a trick of enemy.

It was a shiny day, the bright rays of sun peeped through the clouds on the town as the rays cast a glow on her divine being. Her long silky honey brown hair sprawled across her pillow as she lay in the arms of a man, whom she has always loved silently, whom she has always thought of, whom she used to watch from afar, whom the world now calls her husband.

She realized his fingers were on her bare waist, it was enough to stiffen her. She slowly tried to pry his fingers off her and whilst trying to do so, she looked up and saw him watching her intently, making her lower her gaze.

Kia hua? (What happened?)
He whispered huskily.
The passion could still be felt in his tone the same as his grip on her.

She felt him towering her delicate figure which was glowing with his ministration.

She shook her head to indicate that nothing was wrong.
Gathering her courage she tried again to push him aside so she could get up in pretense of using the loo.

Kidhar, Biwi? (Where to, Wifey)
He asked in a gruff voice.

It all felt like a dream as she looked in his hazel eyes which held affection and a dreamy look which startled her. She couldn't reciprocate at that particular moment, she was too shy to be bold at that moment.

Wohh.. Mm.. mujhey washroom. (Actually.. I.. I want to use washroom)
Her soft cheeks turning scarlet, as she stuttered.

Ahan mujhse bhagney ka acha bahana dhoonda hai. (Nice excuse you've found for running away from me)
He smirked, while closing the gap between their lips, she felt a tingling sensation grow across her entire body as his warm lips pressed against the corner of her luscious ones. He couldn't help himself but flush his body with hers, his weight pushing her further into the mattress causing her to gasp.

Gazing in her greyish green orbs he spoke, after what felt like an eternity, in a devilish tone.

Isse pehle mera irada badal jaye tum jao. (Go before I change my mind.)

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ELLO READERS! ❤
Here goes the first chapter of my very first story. Cheers for IJLAAL.

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