Not me saying I don't take break in Ramadan and post whenever I feel like and then disappearing for a month. 🐒
Ab toh kuch ne meri book slow update reading list mein bhi add kardi (Yes, I see you😑)
Khair, you see, it was different earlier. But now, main 9 hours laptop mein tuk tuk tuk karti hoon toh wakai himmat nahi hoti uske baad phone mein tuk tuk tuk karu (I meant writing.) Aur iss ramadan toh main kafi beemar thi (Ik nothing's new here, I'm always sick,) but fir woh mood nahi ban pata na, toh mera bas itna kehne ka matlab hai ki apni iss masoom writer ki iss masoom si galti ko maaf karo👉🏻👈🏻 aur dua karo ab ghayab na hoon. (Agar iske baad farafar update na aye toh main samajh lungi aap log ne dil se dua nahi ki.)
Khair, enjoy the chapter.
•••
Laraib had returned to her parents' house. Now, she didn't see any point in staying at Dawar's place. Dawar hadn't been talking to her for a while, and even his family members were now behaving with her in a reserved manner. Although when Laraib was leaving, Rabia had made a feeble attempt to stop her, but the one whose words mattered didn't speak at all. Dawar wasn't even there at that time.
Dawar's attitude was strengthening her fear. She wasn't wrong; in joint families, this often happens. Men, in their concern for their parents and siblings, often overlook their wives, and Dawar turned out to be just that type of man.
Laraib began to feel uneasy, so she sat up and placed her hand on her baby bump. Whether Dawar will divorce her or not, she doesn't know, but she would never let Dawar take her child away from her.
•••
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are preparing for takeoff. Please fasten your seatbelts securely and ensure all electronic devices are switched off."
Hyra, wide-eyed and slightly nervous, fidgeted with her seatbelt. She struggled to thread the two ends together.
With a huff, she turned to Hayder, who was clicking his seatbelt. With her one finger, she poked his arm, catching his attention.
"Yeh mujhse nahi ho raha." Hyra whispered, leaning closer to him.
(I can't do this.)
Hayder smiled reassuringly and nodded. He reached over and deftly guided the seatbelt ends together, securing them with a satisfying click.
As Hayder deftly secured Hyra's seatbelt, his movements fluid and confident, he felt a sudden urge to draw her closer. Wrapping his arm around her, he leaned in slightly.
Startled by the unexpected embrace, Hyra tensed up, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly glanced around, aware of the other passengers nearby.
"Yeh aap kya kar rahe hain?" Hyra's eyes widened at Hayder's actions.
(What are you doing?)
"Kya kar raha hoon main?" Hayder questioned her as if he hadn't done anything.
(What am I doing?)
"Main toh sirf tumhe protect kar raha hoon. Janta hoon tumhara chirhiya jaisa dil jaldi darr jata hai."
(I'm just protecting you. I know your heart is as fragile as a bird's.)
Chirhiya jaisa dil? Hyra's face sulked, and she turned away, but as soon as the flight took off, she genuinely felt scared and unknowingly grabbed onto Hayder's arm tightly.
•••
A car arrived at Dubai airport to pick them up. Hayder first placed their luggage in the trunk, then opened the door for Hyra, and finally, he sat in the car himself. As the car started moving, Hyra was looking out the window. She was amazed by the buildings and beauty of Dubai.
The car stopped in front of the hotel where an executive suite was booked for them. Hyra liked the suite. She wasn't particularly fond of staying in hotels after that incident, but this suite was really nice. It had a bedroom, a sitting room, and an attached balcony with a table and chairs, offering a beautiful view of the sea.
Hyra stood near the glass wall, looking at the view in front of her when Hayder approached and pulled her into the embrace of his arms.
"Aap pehle bhi yaha achuke hain?"
(Have you been here before?)
"Ek do baar business ki wajah se." Hayder had travelled to many countries, but always for work. He neither had a passion for sightseeing nor had much time. However, for Shahzaib and Kubra, he made sure both of them enjoyed their life freely and could go wherever they wanted to.
(A couple of times for business.)
"Tumhare liye kuch order karu? Kya khana hai?" Hyra hadn't eaten anything on the flight; she was too scared.
(Shall I order something for you? What do you want to eat?)
"Jo apka dil chahe." Hayder smiled at Hyra's response, his dimples becoming visible.
(Whatever you want to.)
"Itni farmabardar meri har baat pe hua karo." Hayder teased her.
(Be obedient to my every command.)
"Apki konsi baat nahi manti main?" Hyra was ready for an argument, freeing herself from Hayder's arm and looking at him.
(When do I not obey you?)
"Daat khane ke baad hi manti ho." Hayder murmured undertone.
(You only obey after being scolded.)
Hyra had protested coming to Dubai as well. When Hayder didn't agree, she was about to seek the final but strong support of Hanif Mirza, but before that, Hayder had already talked to Hanif Mirza about taking Hyra with him, and Hanif Mirza had also agreed that Hyra should go; it would freshen her mood. But Hyra's mood soured at this, and she started packing only after getting scolded by Hayder. "Tumhe waha le jake kidnap nahi kar lunga main jo itna darr rahi ho. Chup chap apni packing karo."
(I won't kidnap you once we're there, since you're so scared. Just pack your bags.)
•••
Kubra instructed Noura to let the biryani cook on low heat and then went to her room to freshen up.
Today, she decided to cook Sarim's favourite dishes. She had already asked Azma Randhawa about Sarim's preferences over the phone, and now she had prepared chicken biryani, seekh kebabs, boondi raita, and kheer according to his taste. Now, after freshening up, she picked out a lovely blue suit to wear.
On the second day of their marriage, Azma had to go to Canada. Then, a few days were spent in understanding the dynamics of the household and getting to know Sarim better, during which Rafey and Uswa's wedding functions began. In all this, Kubra inadvertently neglected her relationship with Sarim. Now Kubra feels that perhaps it's because of this carelessness that Sarim keeps his distance from her, so she is making a conscious effort to mend things now.
She had straightened her hair and was putting on earrings when a message came on her phone. Quickly wearing the earring into her other ear too, she headed towards the bed and picked up her phone. She expected it would be a message from Hyra; Kubra had asked her to send lots of pictures after reaching Dubai.
But it was a message from Sarim.
*I have a dinner meeting tonight; I'll be late. Tum dinner kar lena.*
Kubra's smile vanished, and the glow of her face faded away.
A knock on the door made Kubra look in that direction.
"Raita ban gaya hai, maine Salad bhi bana diya," said Noura, updating her on the tasks.
(The raita is ready, I've also made the salad.)
"Aap khana pack karke apne ghar le jaiye," Kubra said emptily.
(You pack the food and take it home.)
"Ji?" Noura asked in surprise. Kubra had been preparing the food with such enthusiasm and effort, and now she was asking to pack it up and take it home like this.
(Yes?)
Kubra didn't respond, and she started removing her earrings. Noura understood that she should leave now, so she quietly left.
Taking off her earrings, Kubra removed her dupatta and put her hair into a bun.
She didn't want to upset herself. Sarim didn't do this intentionally; how would he know she cooked for him? Maybe there was an important meeting. After all, Sarim always has dinner at home. Thinking about all this, she was trying to reassure herself, but it was no use. Tears welled up in her black eyes.
"Kya Sarim ne yeh jaan ke kiya?" Doubt crept into Kubra's heart. His behaviour was already beyond her understanding.
(Did Sarim fo this intentionally?)
As Kubra dried her eyes, she took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She refused to let her disappointment consume her.
Heading to the kitchen, Kubra began to pack up the dinner she had prepared with such care. As she carefully arranged the dishes into containers, she couldn't shake off the feeling of sadness that lingered in her heart.
When she finished packing the food, Kubra handed it to Noura, and once she left, Kubra started making tea for herself.
Just as she put the water for tea, her phone buzzed with another message. This time, it was from Hyra.
*Kubra api, yaha ka view dekhein* Along with the text, Hyra had sent several pictures.
A small smile tugged at the corners of Kubra's lips as she read Hyra's message. Despite her own worries, she couldn't help but feel happy for Hayder and Hyra.
•••
As Hyra stirred from her slumber, the morning light filtering through the curtains cast a soft glow upon the room. Her gaze fell upon Hayder, already dressed for the day, a warm smile gracing his lips as he sat beside her on the bed.
"Neend puri hui?" Hayder gently took her delicate hand in his strong one and asked.
(Did you get enough sleep?)
With eyes still heavy with sleep, Hyra nodded in response.
"Thori derr aur so jao. Mujhe meeting ke liye jana hai," Hayder murmured, his hand caressing her head with affection.
(Sleep a little longer. I have a meeting to attend.)
A yawn escaped Hyra's lips as she shifted on the bed, the comfort of the blankets enticing her to linger a little longer. "Apka breakfast?" she mumbled, her words muffled by drowsiness.
"Maine nashta kar liya hai, aur tumhare liye order kar diya hai. Main dophar tak ajaunga toh kahi bahar chalenge," Hayder assured her, his voice filled with reassurance.
(I've had breakfast, and I've ordered for you too. I'll be back by noon, then we can go out somewhere.)
With a nod, Hayder rose from the bed, his departure leaving a void in the room. As the door closed behind him, Hyra sank back into the pillows, the fatigue of the journey and the weight of pregnancy weighing heavily upon her, as she surrendered to the comfort of the bed.
•••
In the afternoon, as his promised, Hayder returned from his meeting and took Hyra out for an outing. First, they had lunch together, and then Hayder asked Hyra where she wanted to go.
"Safari!" Hyra immediately replied. Uswa had told her that she must take the safari ride. And enjoy it on her behalf, too.
In the vast expanse of the desert, where the sun danced upon the golden sands, Hyra's voice cut through the dry air like a sudden gust of wind. "Mujhe bike pe ride leni hai," she declared as soon as they arrived, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
(I want to ride the bike.)
Hayder furrowed his brows, casting a glance at the endless dunes stretching before them. "Ret dekh rahi ho? Car se ride lo," he ordered, his tone firm.
(See the sand? Take a ride in the car.)
Hyra's lips formed a pout. "Jab apni marzi karni thi toh akele ajate. Mujhe kyu laye?" she muttered under her breath, hoping Hayder wouldn't hear. But he stood close, catching every word.
(If you wanted to do things your way, you should've come alone. Why did you bring me?)
A glare flashed in Hayder's eyes before he acquiesced, booking the bike ride for both of them. He couldn't risk letting Hyra ride alone; he wasn't sure if she could handle it or not. That's why he decided to ride with her.
As they embarked on the bike journey, Hyra's initial excitement waned, replaced by a mounting sense of panic. "Roke!" she screamed suddenly, her voice lost amidst the roaring wind. Dizziness gripped her, and she clung to Hayder as if he were her lifeline, the swirling sand threatening to engulf them both.
(Stop!)
Concerned on his face, Hayder halted the bike, turning to Hyra. "Kya hua, Hyra?" he asked softly.
(What happened, Hyra?)
Hyra gestured weakly, indicating her dizziness, and Hayder swiftly handed her a water bottle. "Main ispe wapas nahi jaungi," she declared shakily after taking a gulp, the taste of sand lingering in her parched throat.
(I won't go back on this.)
Thankfully, before booking the bike, Hayder had taken their number, so if Hyra's mood changed, he could call for the car, and that's exactly what happened.
As the desert landscape faded into the distance, Hyra breathed a sigh of relief, her tense shoulders relaxing. "Mujhe ab kahi nahi jana, wapas chalein," she murmured, her voice softer now.
(I don't want to go anywhere now, let's go back.)
Hayder reminded her gently as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and put her head on his shoulder. "Yaha toh tumhe hi ana tha."
(You wanted to come here.)
"Mujhe kya pata tha aisa hoga. Uswa ne kaha tha yaha dekhne layak desert hi hai." Hyra's mood was better now as she took a sip of water and wondered why she listened to Uswa.
(How would I know this would happen? Uswa said only desert is worth seeing here.)
"Nahi, issey bhi zyada achhi cheezein hain yaha. Lekin uske liye tumhe raat ka intezar karna hoga."
(No, there are better things here too. But for those, you'll have to wait until night.)
A flicker of curiosity danced in Hyra's eyes as she took another sip of water. "Raat mein kya hota hai?" she asked, her voice tinged with intrigue.
(What happens at night?)
A mischievous glint sparkled in Hayder's eyes as he leaned in, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Belly dance."
Hyra's eyes widened in astonishment. "Mujhe koi shauq nahi yeh sab dekhne ka. Aap hi dekhein," she protested, turning away in embarrassment.
(I have no interest in seeing that. You see it.)
Hayder's lips quirked into a playful smile as he teased, "Matlab mujhe ijazat hai dekhne ki?"
(Meaning, I have permission to see it?)
"Kyu nahi, agar apko room se bahar sona hai toh jaye." Hyra first glared at Hayder, then threatened him by clasping her arms across her chest.
(Why not, if you want to sleep outside the room, go ahead.)
Hayder couldn't help but chuckle at Hyra's innocent threat.
•••
Hayder took her to the Burj Khalifa after leaving the desert. Hayder was confident that Hyra would enjoy the view of Dubai from here.
"Hayder, mujhe darr lag raha hai, yaha ret aur yeh uchai ke alawa kuch nahi?" Hyra's heart was pounding so loudly that it felt like a bird fluttering in her chest. She couldn't even look down, and she turned her face towards Hayder. She stood so close to him that she hid her face in his chest. Although there was a floor beneath her feet, Hyra felt like she could fall from such a height at any moment.
(Hayder, I'm scared, is there nothing here except sand and this height?)
"Hyra, relax," Hayder murmured soothingly. With a tender touch, he turned her face towards the breathtaking vista spread out before them, the majestic skyline of Dubai stretching as far as the eye could see.
But Hyra's fear held her in its grip, her eyes tightly shut against the dizzying height. Sensing her distress, Hayder drew her closer.
"Main hoon na, ankhein kholo."
(I'm here, open your eyes.)
With trembling hands, Hyra reluctantly obeyed, her grip on Hayder's arm tightening as if afraid he might vanish if she let go. Slowly, cautiously, she opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on the mesmerizing view before her.
As Hyra felt the warmth of Hayder's embrace, it was as if all her fears had vanished, and she could finally admire the beauty around her openly.
Hyra felt a newfound sense of freedom unfurl within her, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.
No longer shackled by the chains of fear, Hyra embraced the moment with open arms, revelling in the magnificence of the world around her.
"Thank you, Hayder."
"Tumhe achha laga view?" Hayder thought she was thanking him for bringing her here, and he asked happily. He was glad that something had appealed to Hyra without any fuss.
(Do you like the view?)
"Ji," Hyra whispered softly and rested her head on Hayder's chest.
(Yes,)
After that, Hayder took her to the mall. Perhaps he wouldn't have time to take Hyra anywhere the next day, as he had to finalize a contract, so he wanted to give Hyra a proper tour today. Hyra didn't buy anything for herself, but she bought something for everyone at home. However, her mood soured again when she took Uswa's present.
"Main ussey pata nahi yeh kab de paung?" Hyra asked sadly.
(I don't know when I can give her this.)
"Yaha se wapas jayenge toh main tumhe Australia leke chalunga," Hayder promised her.
(When we go back, I'll take you to Australia.)
Upon hearing this, Hyra's face lit up with excitement. "Sach?" Hayder nods his head.
(Really?)
"Apne liye bhi kuch le lo." Hayder told her, but Hyra shook her head in refusal and started looking for perfume for Hanif Mirza.
(Buy something for yourself too.)
After shopping, they headed to the beach. Walking hand in hand, each step they took on the cool, wet sand, Hyra felt a weight lift from her shoulders, replaced by a lightness of being that only the ocean could provide.
This was the first time Hyra had ever laid eyes on the vast expanse of the sea. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its ethereal glow upon the shimmering waves below.
The silence of the night was interrupted by faint and giggling laughter coming from somewhere nearby. There was a group of friends nearby, with both boys and girls, but it was the laughter of the girls that stood out a little louder.
Hayder's unintentional gaze landed on them for a moment, and then he quickly averted his eyes from there.
"Woh khoobsurat haina." Hyra remarked.
(They are beautiful, aren't they?)
Hayder's eyes widened in response to Hyra's suspicions. He haven't even glance at them, and Hyra is accusing him. He looked at her sharply. "Shakki biwi mat bano," he retorted.
(Don't be a suspicious wife.)
"Biwi hoon toh biwi hi banugi." Hyra also glared back at Hayder and took a step forward, but Hayder quickly grabbed her hand tightly to prevent her from slipping away.
(I'm your wife, then I'll be one.)
"Aaj kal tum bohot zyada baatein nahi karne lagi ho?" Hayder's words instantly softened Hyra's tense nerves. Hyra suddenly realized her mistake.
(These days, you have started talking a lot.)
"Hyra, tumse kitni baar kaha hai zidd na kiya karo. Woh log tumhari zidd aaj puri kar denge lekin kal issey tang ajayenge," Arzoo's words echoed in Hyra's mind.
(Hyra, how many times have I told you not to be stubborn. They might fulfill your wish today, but tomorrow it'll bother them.)
"Kya hua?" Hayder sensed that Hyra seemed distant from the beautiful scenery.
(What's wrong?)
"Kuch nahi," Hyra replied, avoiding Hayder's gaze. "Hotel wapas chalein? Main thak gayi hoon."
(Nothing,)
(Should we go back to the hotel? I'm tired.)
•••
Standing near the glass wall, Hyra scolded herself silently. How foolish of her to act this way. She shouldn't have insisted so much; Hayder might have gotten angry.
Hyra didn't notice when Hayder approached from behind, his presence enveloping her in warmth.
"Kya soch rahi ho? Tumhe yaha achha nahi lag raha?" Hayder's voice was soft, filled with concern, as he rested his chin on Hyra's head and pulled her into his embrace.
(What are you thinking? Don't you like it here?)
Hyra's heart skipped a beat at the familiar touch, her turmoil momentarily forgotten. "Nahi, main toh enjoy kiya," she replied quickly, turning to face him.
(No, I enjoyed it.)
"Tumhara mood kyu off hai, Hyra? Ghar ki yaad arahi hai?" Hayder's gentle inquiry pierced through her defences, his eyes searching hers for answers.
(Why is your mood off, Hyra? Are you missing home?)
"Aap haina mere paas, mujhe ghar ki yaad kyu ayegi?" Hyra's words slipped out before she could stop herself, a subconscious admission of the comfort she found in Hayder's presence.
(You're here with me, why would I miss home?)
Her confession brought a smile to Hayder's lips. Cupping her cheek in his hand, he placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
"Achha mere paas tumhare liye gift hai," Hayder announced, taking her hand and leading her to the bed, where a shopping bag awaited her.
(I have a gift for you.)
With a curious glance, Hyra accepted the bag. With a sense of curiosity, she pulled out the object, her eyes widening in surprise as she beheld a seashell, slightly larger than usual.
Confusion flickered across her features as she turned to look at Hayder, seeking an explanation for the unexpected gift. "Yeh kya?" Hyra thought perhaps Hayder had picked it up from the beach earlier.
(What's this?)
Hayder smiled. "issey open toh karo."
(Open it.)
Intrigued, Hyra obeyed and opened the shell. Expecting to find pearl in it maybe, but as she opened it, a soft glow of light spilt forth from within, illuminating the dimly lit room with a warm, golden hue. And to her astonishment, soft music began to play, filling the air with its melodic strains.
Hyra's eyes widened in wonder as she gazed at the seashell-turned-musical box.
"Yeh toh bohot khoobsurat hai." Hyra said sincerely.
(This is so beautiful.)
"Iske andar ek chip hai, tum chaho toh apni marzi ka song isme add kar sakti ho, aur yaha se light ke shade change hote hain..." Hayder explained, turning the music box upside down to show Hyra its features.
(There's a chip inside it. If you want, you can add your favorite song to it here, and here the light shades change..)
"Apne yeh liya kab?" Hyra's curiosity piqued as she examined the intricacies of the box, her mind wandering to when Hayder could have bought it, especially since they had been together the whole day and she hadn't seen him purchase anything.
(When did you get this?)
"Jab tum Dawar ke liye pen dekh rahi thi, tab," Hayder revealed, a hint of pride in his voice. He had simply glanced at it in the store but knew instantly that it was meant for Hyra.
(When you were looking for a pen for Dawar.)
"Thank you," Hyra's eyes sparkled with gratitude as she opened the box again, the soft melody filling the air between them. "And I'm sorry."
"Sorry kis liye?" Hayder's brow furrowed in confusion.
(Sorry for what?)
"Main kabhi kabhi betuqi baatein karti hoon," Hyra confessed, her tone tinged with vulnerability.
(Sometimes I do unreasonable things.)
"Haan woh toh tum karti ho," Hayder agreed.
(Yeah, you do.)
"Abse nahi karungi," Hyra promised immediately.
(I won't do it anymore.)
"What? Hyra..." At first, Hayder was taken aback, his initial instinct to scold Hyra for bringing random thing up. But as he caught sight of the fear in her eyes, a wave of compassion washed over him, melting the sternness in his demeanour.
"Hyra ko adat nahi hai zidd karne ki ya gussa karne ki, koi cheez buri lagti hai uspe khamosh rehne ki adat hai ussey, aur yahi sab baat aur khudpe sawar kar leti hai," Hayder recalled Dawar's words, a wave of realization washing over him. He wondered what has upset his wife this time.
(Hyra isn't used to being stubborn or getting angry; she's used to staying silent about things that bother her.)
"Hyra, mere khayal se tumne aaj aisa kuch nahi kaha jiske liye sorry karo. Aur rahi baat unreasonable hone ki toh koi baat nahi, main reasonable hoon na, main sambhal lunga tumhe," Hayder reassured her, placing the music box on the bed and taking both of Hyra's hands in his.
(Hyra, I don't think you said anything today that warrants an apology. And as for being unreasonable, it's okay; I'm reasonable, I'll handle you.)
"Tum zidd kiya karo, Hyra. Main tumhari kisi bhi baat se zitch nahi hota,"
(You be stubborn, Hyra. I don't mind any of your words.)
Hyra remained silent, her gaze fixed on their intertwined hands resting gently in her lap. She couldn't help but notice the contrast between Hayder's strong, capable hands and her own small ones. Yet, despite the difference in size and strength, their fingers fit together perfectly, as if they were destined to be entwined.
"Idhar dekho," Hayder began, his tone gentle yet firm. As he lifted Hyra's chin and turned her face towards him. "Haan, tumhari zidd se kabhi kabhi mujhe gussa aata hai, jab tum meri baat se inkar karti ho tab. Lekin iska yeh hargiz matlab nahi ki tumhe apni marzi se jeene ka haq nahi. Tumhe pura haq hai apni pasand na pasand zahir karne ka, gussa karne ka, zidd karne ka. Hyra, tum insan ho, puppet nahi. Meri marzi se tumhe kuch bhi karne ki zaroorat nahi. Aur tumhari kuch baatein, bhale hi mujhe gussa dilati hain, but I never want you to change those things." Hayder spoke with such tenderness and love that Hyra listened intently, hanging on to his every word.
(Look here,)
(Yes, your stubbornness sometimes makes me angry, especially when you refuse to listen to me. But that doesn't mean you don't have the right to live life on your own terms. You have every right to express your likes, dislikes, anger, and stubbornness. Hyra, you're human, not a puppet. You don't need to do anything according to my will. And some of your traits, even though they make me angry, but I never want you to change those things.)
"Yeh baat apne chirhiya jaise dimagh mein baitha lo," Hayder lightly tapped her head, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
(Keep this in your bird-like brain.)
"Aap mera dimagh chirhiya jitna hai kyu kehte hain?" Hyra couldn't help but interject, forgetting her earlier concerns as she complained to Hayder.
(Why do you say my brain is like a bird's?)
"Kyuki chirhiya jitna hi hai..." Hayder teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
(Because it's just like a bird...)
"Haan, apka toh dinosaur jitna hai," Hyra rolled her eyes, a grin spreading across her face.
(Yeah, yours is like a dinosaur.)
Hayder couldn't help but laugh at Hyra's playful retort, his heart swelling with affection for her. Pulling her into his embrace, he held her close, cherishing the moment as if time stood still.
"Mujhe tumhari har cheez achhi lagti hai, Hyra," he whispered softly, then placed a kiss on her head.
(I like everything about you, Hyra.)
As the soft melody from the music box continued to fill the air with its soothing notes, Hayder tenderly pressed a gentle kiss to Hyra's forehead. In that fleeting moment, as his lips met her skin, Hyra's eyes fluttered closed.
Hyra's rosy cheeks, flushed with the warmth of their affection, seemed to tempt him even more. Unable to resist the magnetic pull of her beauty, Hayder guided Hyra to lie down on the bed, positioning himself above her.
As Hyra lay beneath him, her hair scattered across her face like a veil, Hayder reached out to brush it away with fingers, his touch sending shiver down her spine. With each caress, he felt a surge of love and desire coursing through him.
Leaning in, he closed the distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a tender and passionate kiss.
•••
How was the update? Sometimes, when you write after so many days, it doesn't feel good, and sometimes, it genuinely doesn't feel good. I don't know where I'm standing right now, but I'm not particularly liking this chapter. You guys do give your feedback.❤️
-Ufaq