Chapter 175: Desires

"I prayed for you... all the time. Every minute. Every second. Even Ahmed too."

"I missed you... I missed you so much."

"I missed you too."

Their cries subsided when Amna observed her. "You look so pretty, Sheharzaad."

"Hmm... I guess I have to believe you since you used my full name."

Amna laughed at this. "I got married to Ahmed last month," she told her.

"What?" Sheharzaad asked in surprise, holding her hand. "Tell me every single detail. How

did he propose to you? What happened?"

"So, he called me and invited me for a walk to the nearby park..." Amna began to recite her

small fairytale while Sheharzaad listened keenly.

She was laughing after a long time.

Suddenly, Amna stopped as her eyes widened, her heart began to throb in her chest.

Sheharzaad, following Amna's fear-stricken stare, turned backward and saw Shehryaar

standing there. A smile spread on her lips after a long time. When her lips stretched into a

smile, she thought she had forgotten how to genuinely smile—a smile that glimmered in her

eyes too, but no words left her mouth.

"It's time for the rukhsati," someone said, approaching them as he held her hand.

"Allah Hafiz, Sheharzaad," Amna said.

"Allah Hafiz, Amna," she said in a whisper as he was already taking her away.

He led her to the car parked in front of the entrance, settled her in the passenger seat as his

family members gathered at the entrance. He got the keys from the chauffeur, opened the

passenger door, and helped Sheharzaad settle before crossing around the car and settling in

the driver's seat, driving away.

The other haveli members bid the guests farewell with respect before getting in their

vehicles and heading towards the haveli, as the night concluded at last.

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Finding herself completely alone with him for the first time after their marriage, she

experienced exceeding apprehension. A nervousness that was new to her.

An anxiety one would feel around their husband.

Sweat formed in her fists as she trembled inside, thinking about her wedding night. Her

fingers twitched against each other. She was ready for what was about to come. One of the

reasons she insisted he marry her was that she would rather be his wife than his mistress.

Like every other girl, her wedding night was scaring her, especially with a man like him,

who was not even holding back the desire he had for her.

"Maybe you'll struggle walking for some days, little lady."

His whisper played in her ears, making her more perturbed, and she glanced at him. He,

who was driving, noticed her staring at him and matched her glance back. He kept staring at

her, and her eyes widened as he focused on her instead of the road.

It was as if something clicked in him that he slowed the car and parked it by a curb.

Sheharzaad frowned, looking around.

"We haven't reached the haveli,"she thought.

He turned toward her.

"We haven't reached the haveli," she uttered in her thin voice, while his eyes observed her.

She stared back at him with worry and anxiousness.

"We haven't," he replied. The air between them thickened with tension.

He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her, feeling a mixture of hunger and desire building up

inside him. A small smirk formed on his lips as he leaned his head back on the seat.

His hand moved, and he ran his thumb on her cheek.

"But—"

"Shhh," he placed his thumb on her lips. "Quiet," he uttered, and she shut her lips.

The next moment, he held her face with both hands, staring into her eyes. His gaze grew

hooded, observing every feature of hers as his thumb ran along her brows, followed by her

nose, and rested on her lips. His thumb crawled against the skin of her lips, feeling their

dryness.

"So kissable," he muttered to himself in a low, seductive voice as he tilted her head up,

closing the distance between them. Then his lips connected with hers. It was a mere chaste

kiss, but it conveyed deeper meanings of his want for her. He pulled back and gazed at her

again.

She looked so beautiful. So pretty.

So his.

And he kissed her again.

Deeply.

Slowly, his lips took hers as desire drove him to the edge. He moved back slightly and patted

his lap. "Come here," he said, his voice low and commanding. He wanted her closer, to feel

her body against his.

She looked at him anxiously. How could she go to his lap while sitting in the passenger seat,

wearing such a heavy bridal dress? Her hands clutched the heavy folds of her bridal gown.

The sheer weight of the intricate fabric pressed down on her, making even the idea of

moving seem impossible. Her cheeks flushed as she glanced at him nervously. "I... I can’t. My

dress... it’s heavy... how can I?"

Before she could finish, he reached out abruptly, his strong hand wrapping around her

wrist. With one swift tug, he pulled her toward him as her breath hitched. There was no

hesitation in his movements. Her body half stumbled as the skirt of her dress bunched and

shifted awkwardly. He guided her onto his lap, making her straddle him despite the heavy

gown. The layers of silk and lace spilled all over his legs.

The fabric sprawled between them, creating a barrier that seemed to heighten the tension

instead of lessening it.

"That’s it," he whispered roughly against her ear.

His hands settled firmly at her waist as he lifted her slightly. He needed to remove this

barrier. He was getting eager. He wanted to feel her. In the supremest of the ways. The

restlessness in him was increasing as he removed the barriers between them. The reason he

had stopped the car and made her ride him lied in the fact that he wanted to deliver the

message. Message of how eager and restless he was to take her in. She was just like a dg.

And he was intoxicated.

And he won't hesitate showing his eagerness when he would be taking her. Just a few

moments from now.