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They shared a look for a bit seconds and Fatima Zarah looked between Al-mustapha then to the royal cousins. What was she to do? She stared at Zubair and didn't missed the mischievous look he had on his face, and she sensed something was off about him. They was a hidden motive on his mind. Her eyes briskly wandered off to Rahma and the girl was looking at them with an edgy and daring glare. A;; set, ready, go!
She turned back to Al-mustapha and slowly nodded her head with a faint smile, her heart beating widely against her chest. She blurred the vision of all the royal cousins that were gushing from her sight and imagined she was alone with Al-mustapha, because if they were in a crowd, she would never let him kiss her. He leaned in and she closed her eyes, not being able to look into his face while she kissed him. Or, he kissed her. That sounded much better even to her own mind.
The sounds and laughter were getting too much and in his mind, Al-mustapha blocked everything. Even though he had wanted to do this ever since he applied that red lipstick on her, but he had to do this to prove whatever crazy thoughts Zubair was having. And to show the royal gem that she had no chance with him whatsoever. And slowly, he closed his eyes as well and placed the tip of his lips on hers. What an electrocution!
There were sparks all over, and he knew this had to be long for five minutes. Could there be anyone more malicious than Zubair? He wondered if there is. He had to kiss her, to shade off whatever doubt Zubair had in his mind. To kiss her, he meant mouth to mouth kiss, not this lips touching that he did. And he leaned more into her, which made her parted her lips apart. That was the invite he needed, and he delved completely into her lips. Not that he had ever kissed any lady before, he couldn't even remember if Ummah ahd ever gave him those motherly kisses, but he had come to the conclusion that Fatima Zarah's lips were the best he could ever kiss!
He heard their roars and cheers from the background, but by Allah he didn't know what they were even doing. He was exploring, syncing and passionately kissing her lips. There was a feeling he couldn't begin to explain even if he was being asked, and it was the most beautiful feeling he had ever experienced. She now had her hands holding his kaftan, holding him for support, and he pulled her to him to give her the right support she needed.
From distant, as if you were dreaming and a voice felt real but not real, that was how he heard the chorus his cousins were making. "It's time, Yarima! Our innocent eyes!" And Fatima Zarah was the first one to slip her lips from his and she couldn't look up to any of them. She knew nothing of how to hide herself away from them, and so she placed her head on his chest and covered her face with her veil, they all screamed and laughed. It was obvious they loved them, their bond, and the Royal bride as well. What she was feeling didn't give her the might to look at Rahma's face, but she wa sure it screamed agony.
The game continued, and she was hardly participating. She hated the fact that she had asked him to play this game and loved herself even more that she did. She wondered how he was acting so normal as if the most unnatural thing hadn't happened. She had never felt how a kiss was, but she had read more than a thousand first kisses and seen more than a million. This kiss she had, it was her first, and she knew it was worth an 11 just like in Colleen Hoover's book, November 9. Everything about the book was perfect, and she wished she looked into his eyes as he kissed her.
The game was over, and she wondered how so much time had passed without her even noticing. She was lost in her own little world. The men went out to pray and the girls all performed theirs in the living room. She had walked into the kitchen to see if the gifts she asked the maids to pack for them were ready and when she was out, Rahma walked up to her.
"Hey, Royal bride." Fatima Zarah smiled widely as if she wasn't burning within. She stood straight and placed her hands over her chest, trying so hard not to smack her face.
"Hello there, royal gem." She answered back.
"It's such a nice house with a lovely ambience, Fatima Zarah. I love it here, and don't feel bad when you see me here after sometime. To live, I mean." She smiled mischievously at her and Fatima Zarah tilted her head sideways as if what Rahma said didn't make any sense.
"Ohhh, you'll forever be welcome, then. But I'll warn you, get ready to see much of that, often. The kiss, I mean, because we can't control ourselves sometimes." Before Rahma was able to reply her, Al-mustapha walked to where they were standing and he could sense the fire raging between the two of them.
To his surprise, Fatima Zarah rushed towards him even before he came to them and she hugged him softly. She looked at him with a pout on her lips and spoke, "Will you lean in a little? I have this urge to kiss your cheeks. You've just been away for some minutes, but it hurts like hell." She was trying to lift her feet up, but she couldn't reach up his height.
Over Fatima Zarah's shoulder, he watched as Rahma's eyes turned bloodshot and he smiled wickedly and did as she asked him, she pecked him lovingly on the cheeks and hugged him one more time before she broke their hug and entwined their hands; "Let's go and say goodbye to the Royal Cousins, we need some time alone." She flashed Rahma a lopsided smile, a smile that side 'Are you ready for this?' and they walked off, while Fatima Zarah yelled at the maids to start bringing out the gifts for the cousins.
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She heaved a sigh of relief when the last car drove out of the compound, she had never thought that this kind of silence will prevail in the house after the chaos she had witnessed. It was so tiring that she didn't think of where to rest. She was so glad that the maids will do all the cleaning before they left, and now she needed where to rest before she studied afterwards, she had an exams coming up next week.
She slipped her hands off Al-mustapha and felt that she couldn't look into his face again. Even though all what happened today had their reasons, she still couldn't help but feel shy, angry and thrilled altogether. The feeling was beautiful and embarassing as well, what would he see her as? Like she made sure he didn't forget what she had said to him just few hours ago, and in less than two hours he had kissed her that hard and she kissed him too, even though on the cheeks. She hoped he would understand, if not she woulf have to burn him with some words today.
She got to her chamber and the maids had already cleared the mess the girls had made and she couldn't be more glad. She walked directly to her bathroom and had a long hot shower. She knew the next she would do after she was out of the bathroom was put on one of her favorite comfy pyjamas even though it was still not night and sleep, the kind of long sleep that calmed ones soul.
She wrapped the baby pink towel she had seen in the bathroom ever since she came and had never worn. Today, she felt all girlish and babyish. She wanted to pamper herself and treat herself like the baby she was. She walked out of the bathroom even though the towel barely reached her bums, and it hardly crossed over to fully cover her boobs. She knew no one would be there unless she called a maid for something, that's why she walked out singing one of her favorite songs; A different way by Dj snake.
At first she didn't noticed him, now in his casual outpit not those traditional attires anymore. She sat down on the vanity stool and stared at her reflection through the mirror, and that's when she saw him. Comfortably resting on one of the sofas in her room. She screamed at the pitch of her voice and ducked down to cover her chest. He had seen her, ever since she walked out of the bathroom!
"What the hell is this, Al-mustapha?!" She clamored, anger evident on her face. She slowly looked up and stared at him through the mirror, and that ever so calmly expression was still there.
"Why are you shouting this loud? Haven't I told you I've not seen in a woman in you from the first day? Chill up, get ready then we'll talk. I came to know about what Rahma had told you, I can't help being curious." She glared so hard at him through the mirror and felt it was the right time to show him the lesson he had to learn. She would begin making his life a living hell until he knelt down before her and begged to worship her as a woman.
The moment he finished talking, he pulled out his phone and began surfing through it, even though he didn't understand anything. Of all the things he was doing. Through his peripheral view, he watched as she continued singing as if there wasn't anyone in the room, just like he ordered her to. She applied her lotions, spritz her perfumes and walked to her closet. He prayed she would come out dressed, but Fatima Zarah being her, she watched out with her pyjamas in one hand, her underwears in the other. Even though she had wanted to put on one of her baggy pyjamas, she changed her mind and took one of those skimpy pyjamas she once hated.
She stood in front of the full length mirror, giving him the angel he could watch her clearly from. She hated the fact that she was dressing up in from of him, but that's something she'd think about after she had burned his eyes silently without a word uttered. She first wore her undergarments then slowly slipped the towel off her body. Through the mirror, she watched as he quickly closed his eyes and ducked his head down. She wanted to laugh, she really wants to.
Al-Mustapha knew she was doing this on purpose, but he had never thought that was how she looked like, it was...just forget it. The moment he watched her towel slipped down her feet, he wished he hadn't look up to that body of hers, because he was sure it would haunt him for days, even months, maybe years. He closed his eyes and ducked his head down, doing everything and nothing with his phone.
He hadn't looked up until he felt her sat down beside him and when he did, well...nothing was better. The kind of clothes she had on was even more torturous, maybe, than what he had seen. He wanted to ask her to cover up a bit, but he knew he would contradict himself. Had he seen something? No. Was he turned up because of her? Hell, that's a No.
With a voice neither he or she had ever thought she had, she spoke, "I'm done, can we talk? Because I want to rest for a bit, I have to study later at night." Oh god, what hell had she just done?!
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