Chapter 49 — Bubble bath

Faraan's POV:

She was screening her mouth with the back of her veil draped hand...I was gone unbelievably wild as she was hanging in the air, my tight grip around her thin waist, I was crushing her against mine.

"Noor e Haya...tumhari doodh peeny ki Adaa....humai boh...haat....pasand ayee...ab yeh hath....hata do"

(I like the way you drank milk, now move away your hand)

I listened to my intoxicated monarchical tone... Just feeling myself over a barrel, her soft and sweltered figure, attitude like mystified fairy, was causing simmer my each and every fiber....what measures, she have taken for my abolition, even she was utterly unaware of that.

"No..."

She nodded..

Have you seen an orchard, bloomed and blossomed all around, but the owner not allowed in...?

" Why?"

I heard my growl...

Her feminine asset breathing against my torso....

I just leaned and kissed her palm...

Yeah, to my least.

Her palm , heena painted plus scented palm, was only blockage between my fervent pliers and her petals, I was terribly missing that sweet taste.

Squishing her tightly, I was feeling like , my tornado won't be resting anymore...

Her fragility and weaker state was demanding me to have mercy....but my whole body and beneath the skin, vigorous veins , inside galloping mercurial emotions, were painfully striking me...

Isn't it so cruel sometimes for being egoistic, it leaves you solitary, oaring in the middle of the deep sea, not even a buoy in your far away sight...

Don't ask now...who was on the battle front.

"Fff.....its paining"

Her plea...made me realize that I was switching on to my vampiric side.

"You don't know even the meaning of pain.."

I whispered.... Bit loosening my grip on her waist and she safely landed on floor, without leaving her, my arms just snaked around her.

"I'm.... not ....OK...."

She spoke while writhing a bit in me.

"In what sense?"

My brow stretched up, I unwound her then, and gripping on her both arms, now I was viewing her, like slithering my gaze from toe to top.

"Fever hai na....mujhy"

(I have fever)

Her innocent eyes met mine, reminding me...or may be asking me.

"Aur Mujhy jo ISHQ ka bukhar hai."

(And me either suffering from love fever)

I frowned at her...deepened my voice, an attempt to thaw her heart.

She lowered her head at once...

"Badly want my medicine...."

I bent and husked against her pierced earlobe, studded with small golden starry earring.

~~~few moments in silence~~~~

"Can I go to sleep now?"

She placed her hands then elbow length arm on my chest and applied mild force to make some room between us, as her beatified frame was crushed into me.

"Were you born on Wednesday?"

Again she ruined the moment...suddenly something flashed in my mind due to her gone head state.

"No..."

She replied...with doe eyes, clustered with queries.

"My mother told me once, people born on Wednesday are called budhhoo"

I told her gleefully.

"So, were you....born...on Wednesday?"

She asked with lightest beam of smile in her eyes.

"Lerki! Kia mai tumhai shakal say budhoo lagta hoon....hmmm...bolo?"

(Do I look alike Dumbo?)

I bent on her, all of a sudden lowered head, asked with fake annoyance in my boomed tone.

"Opium...here"

She was intentionally hiding her face from me...I tried to see her face by giving her a little shake, with my both hands on her shoulders.....she was stiffed there....

"What, happened...babe?"

Finally levering her chin with my finger to lift, I asked.

As her face got lifted....

What....Aha...

She was smiling...yeah with pursed lips....she was going all red, an immaculate smile, simply inviting me to join the insane club.

"Noor..."

As I called her, she lifted her gaze just for a second, within seconds, I saw how an innocent smile transformed into a shyer one.

I was looking at her madly, absorbing her shy smile.

I did what, just filled her softness in me, gathering all her beauty filled form, carried her in my arms....

In bridal style, I was taking her to the staircase...

"Where are you taking me?"

She asked in my arms, first time I saw she garlanded her arms around my neck... I was fondled by her softer supple skin on my shoulder as she joined her both hands there by holding one in other.

"Mareekh per"

(On Mars)

I replied with fake seriousness.

She was looking in my eyes, with mouth agape....

"You need a better sleep, the health of your questions, is continuously dropping"

As I spoke she moved away her face just opposite side of me. As she never admits to my point.

But again she turned her face...parted her lips...paused a bit in same position....then she spoke....(finally)

'You"...she ---------pause-------

"Yes me..."......I ----------pause--------

"I mean you".....she "Han mai hee....agay to bolo"....I found myself little louder but not harsh tone.

"I..I...mean...wh-why are...you like....that?"

"Like what"

I nodded a bit with a faint shrug.

"Like....".....She.

"Like..sometimes.. You become fire...then Ice.....then again fire...."

The query was valid...but don't know why, I found it way cute.

"Bed pe chalo phir batata hoon"

She snapped up her head.

"I mean room mai chalo phir batata hoon"

(OK let get inside the room first)

I mischievously grinned, while looking in her eyes....

Her face again turned to my opposite...

"You must have climbed the stairs for 2 or 3 times on your own....I think, mostly I did it for you...isn't it?"

At first step I spoke softly...

"OK...get me down...I can walk..I'm not that ill"..

She was looking at me....in my arms, now her Cupid bow was all clean, milk moustache was gone...

I was paralleling my control, her innocence was more than seduction for me....I think she felt my thirst..

"I said get me down"

She bit writhed....

"Chup...bilkul..."

I leaned ..... and....shut her mouth......

She was still in my arms, breathing heavily as I was brushing my lips on hers...

Wasn't it totally injustice with my fervency.....?

"Have you seen a movie, the staircase kiss?"

I asked then.

"No...."

She squirmed in my arms..

"OK abhi live dekhata hoon"

(let me show it to you live)

"Umm....what!"

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Noor's POV:

Trrnnn...Trrnnnn......

Phone bell slowly tapped on my sleepy head, and all my reflexes gone stretched and heavy lids got partially slit opened... My turning in the duvet just froze, when I heard his serious voice... all my senses got alert all of a sudden.

Hiding under the duvet, I was eavesdropping on him....

"Yes..Mr. Javed!"

-------pause--------

"Off course...I know."

Beast talking to someone...

I snuggled more in the duvet....

"Yes...."

His voice this time, just near the bed..and my goosebumps arose...

What Noor, don't act like that you are still in slumber....ethics...

My mind was tutoring me some etiquettes. Yes, I wasn't scared of him, but I was now shy around him...believe me I was really, really shy around him...

YaAllah , why he become shirtless, so often.

His shirtless body invaded in my thought's imaginary section. When I asked him the reason for being shirtless....but his reply was so shameful...

"Is our draft ready?"

"Hmmm....OK..."

He hanged the phone then...

"Noor." A little softest pat, I got on my head side..

"Sleeping beauty, get up!"

Now he was slowly detaching the duvet..

Hmmmm......

As my face got revealed, his humm made me baffled...

Beast what's on my face you searching...

I spoke in my head...

Knock ...knock... A slight knock on the door.

"Yes Come in!" He allowed, probably Zareena inside...

"Put it here.....thanks."

He was thanking her.

As door closed, I felt he is sitting on bed...just near me....

A hand caressing my head, then started rubbing his knuckles on my cheeks. "I want an Oscar for my so talented wife." His voice just near to whisper, made my lashes to shake....

"Noor, do you want me kiss to you.....hmmm..... you know it's totally kiss worthy attitude of yours."

I heard his hiss along with hot puffs against my mouth...leading my eyes to shot up...

"Hmmm...OK"

He smiled triumphantly, and straightened up.

I sat up in bed slowly, assuring my veil around.

"So"...

He spoke....along with viewing me, my every possible place, exposed or uncovered by the duvet.

I was about to cringe, but just heard him saying...

"Good morning! Señora, how are you?" He tiny bit paused.

"Let me check you first." He stretched his hand towards my face and touched my forehead, with knuckles....

"Hmmm...slightly warm."

He spoke then, again placed his palm, to recheck warmth, as not satisfied the earlier result...

"Noor, you still warm, just have something first then take a tablet, got it?"

He was determining me.

"Ummm, Just give me tablet, I can't eat right now."

I told him and he picked then a blister pack from the tray, laid on bed and popped out a tablet onto my palm...

"With juice..orrrrr....milk?"

He asked with little smile in his eyes....

"Juice."

As I spoke, he picked the glass of juice, raised towards my direction...

I slowly put tablet in my mouth and picked the glass from his hand..

"Good girl...don't skip breakfast afterwards.....OK?"

He slowly pat my cheek.

As I was slowly gulping down the tablet with juice, I saw, he was checking his phone....

He was ready to go somewhere, like dressed in tan brown, textured business suit.

Shuker hai, kapeay to pehnay...iss admi nay"

I was thinking last night he just lied down in bed, simply shirtless. How could he manage to sleep like this...

"Noor, at least Finnish the juice."

He spoke frowning at me. While caught me undone with juice.

" please...buss."

"Sigh!" He sighed, then spoke.

"OK, gimme." He took the glass and swag it in one go. I was staring at him mouth agape "Kitna jhoota pilao gi yaar?" He said while pulling then dabbing his lips with tissue paper. I pressed my lips instantly, to suppress, so spontaneous smile....

"Beast....who says you...to drink my leftover"

With load of shyness, automatically, my head was dropping diagonally to my right side.

"Kahi mujhay piyar na hojaye tum say?"

(I'm afraid, what if I fall in love with you)

His voice ..full of insecurity....

"What...you said.....beast?"

My smile got shrunk...

"Kia matlab... Abhi piyar nahi hai apko mujh say?"

(Means... You don't love me?)

An anonymous force barged in me, and after speaking, I was drearily looking at his pulchritudinous face, which was gone angular at respective features to comply with a pure smile.

'Ooppss...what...Noor?'

I slapped myself in my mind..

"Do you like it to hear, that I love you?"

'YaAllah..what has he asked'?

My face got steamy. He was scrutinizing me. I wish I could swallowed in bed..

"Speak up, Noor."

He changed his position, put the tray aside, came closer and hold my arm at once...

"I don't know."

I heard myself saying that. Like many Kg weight rested on my head. Totally swoon like condition was mine. Heartbeat felt like hammering on a weird tone at that time. At last, I got to know that, I was blushing too...

He hold my left hand in his both, slowly caressed, and spoke. "Do you know Noor, some realities are like epiphany, it's really hard to admit to ourselves, even in there we dwell."

Beast and philosophy..... OK fine...

His one hand crept up to my face, slowly caressed me chin to cheeks with his thumb...

butterflies in my stomach...

"Innocent...doll."

My hand was still in his not so tight, not so loose, but just right grip. I know various of you will appreciate me, that I never pulled my hand away from his heat yielding grasp but rather than, deep down in the well of my heart, I was wanting him to not leave my hands ever...(blushing)

'Ohh..no..what's happening to me'

"Noor may I go, actually I'm getting late." He asked in his historically soft tone. Softness that seeps in soul.

"Where are you going?"

I mindlessly spoke.

"Silkona!... Office....why are you so silky...han?" He was now verbally caressing me.

"OK...Jayen"

(OK...go)

Came my reply shyly.

"OK... But until you leave my hand, I won't be able to go."

"What?"

No...

Yes, I was gripping on, clutching his hand with mine. I never realized, even what I did ....

"Sorry..."

I left his hand at once and an abashed sorry slipped out of my tongue...

"It's OK babe, it happens often with girls, when they meet handsome men."

'In your dreams, beast...aren't you full of yourself'

Shyness, embarrassment made me melting there...

Slowly he lifted my left hand to his lips, gave me a lingered kiss on the back of my hand ...

"Thank you, Mrs."

"Allah Hafiz."

I spoke to his standing tall figure, with unmet gaze.

*************

"Ma'am, how are you feeling now?" Zareena asked.

"Alhamdulillah....I'm better."

Noor replied with humbleness.

"Ma'am....would you like to get fresh first....You missed the lunch...I came to see you but you were sleeping."

"What time is it?"

Noor asked, as she was again slept after having minimal breakfast.

"Ma'am its.... 4: 30 pm."

"Oh really! Why I slept like a log?"

She mumbled to herself then spoke, "I want to get fresh first."

"OK Ma'am, which dress?" Zareena opened the built in wall wardrobe, revealed her some dresses.

"Umm, Zareena! Please no heavy dress today."

"OK Ma'am! But you are newly married....Sir will be definitely happy if you get dressed like a bride."

"OK I will wear that one."

She pointed to the yellowish beige-colored dress, which was embellished, with silver stone work. A perfect combo of simplicity and elegance.

"Ma'am your jewelry is in this locker... I collected all of your jewelry from Suhana ma'am's room, and placed it in this locker—This one Ma'am."

She showed Noor, a tiny door like a bank locker.

"Oh, thank you Zareena, you have such managerial skills, MashaAllah."

"Thank you Ma'am! you are even more nicer, than I imagined for Sir's Bride."

Sir's bride.

Noor's gaze dropped. She hardly thanked her to pay the gestures back. As she walked away, she stood up and stretched herself. Her reflection in the dressing mirror, caught her attention....

Slowly she moved to the mirror, gazing her reflection, she touched her bandage, and recalled the scene in hospital, how her beast, swabbing her wound.

'Really Noor, is this you.'

Reflection spoke. She blushed in reply then turned and made her way to the washroom.

She slowly took off her Petunia blue simple dress. Hanged it on a side stand and stood under shower after twisting on the shower knobs.

All of her dullness was rinsing with warm water.

French lavender, a bubbly bath.

She saw then picked the bottle and read it undertone. She turned off the knobs at once, now she wanted to be bathed herself in Bath tub....

She crept up to the bath tub and pulled up the giant faucets. With two fat streams, water started to fill in.

She checked the warmth of water and pour French bath gel in water.

Slowly, she stirred the water with her hand, then made lather on her fingers to   check the consistency.

'It's like I would be swimming.'

As she slowly sat in the bubbled water. Alluring scent, engulfed her. She felt herself so light. Oaring with her arms, she was not in this world.

Tiny, fat, medium fluffy bubbles around her. She saw the sunlight creeping in washroom and the place, where it was landing, soapy bubbles, were reflecting a beautiful rainbow in every sphere of those.

She filled some lather beside bubbles in her palms... And blew away like kids...

Slowly rubbing soapy water along with bubbles, she was getting enough soothing.

'Beast'

She turned pink to see a purple hickey on the upper part of her bosom. His desperation was prominent on her untouched body.

-----------ringtone----------

'Noor, it's enough for now'

As heard the phone rang in the room, she quickly stood up.

Tip toed to the shower area she again rinsed herself with simple water now, squeezed and pour some face wash gel on her palm, she rubbed on her face....and slowly washed away.

Her hand touched the bandage and she slowly removed, it was all wet and loosened.

Honk..honk...

As she turned off the shower knob, a minimal sound of car horn entered in her ears.

She gathered all her wet hair, wring the excessive water, and quickly wrapped herself in towel.

Oops! I forgot the dress in the room.

Feeling way awkward to go outside with towel around, she decided within 5 Sec, that she will go fast outside and then will ran again in washroom.

She slowly unlocked the washroom door.. The view of the room was telling her " come on do it."

She came out. Hurriedly, she moved towards her closet, where her dress in hanger was hanged in closet's door handle.

As she touched the hanger.

Krrr....

The door knob was twisting and door was being ajar.

"No!" Her heart jumped.

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Faraan's POV:

I got a meeting, due in few hours, in a five star hotel. My business ally was so impatient to finalize the deal. Disgusting.

People don't think, and run after every possible way to gain profit.

In business you have to bear tiny losses, just to avoid a giant one.

If you are impatient, weak hearted then, business is not your cup of tea. But in spite of that, if you are in business with these characteristics, which I mentioned earlier, then you will soon get nightmares, with no specific timing, yeah, you can't run of it....and as well as you will become nightmare for your ill-fated ally.

As the car stopped in drive way, I got out from the driving seat, after calming the engine.

I wanted to pass this tiny bit leisure time, with Noor, I called Zareena, in afternoon about her, because that Madame was not picking my call, zareena told me that ma'am is sleeping. Yeah opium is herself.

'Where is this girl now?'

I twisted the door knob and slowly entered in the room. To my wonder, bed was vacant, my eyes travelled to the washroom, but the door was ajar.

I picked out my phone and called her. Ring sound was appearing near her pillow.

My beast calling.

The screen of her phone was showing my identity as a caller.

Can you Imagine, I'm still beast?...I don't know whether it's right or wrong to share my thoughts with you, because I'm sure most of you are females, well who cares, I'm not begging your soft corner for me. It will be more pleasurable, if you take side of my Beauty. Well carry on you sweet souls out there.

But......

Where has beast's beauty gone?

I was bit stuck there but water drops on the floor, made work as beacon light, I traced the drops like a detective.

'Hmmm.... Washroom to closet...then... Closet to ...to my dressing room?....what's she doing in there?....(sigh)....it seems another adventure ahead'

I spoke to myself, and gripped the knob, twisted, it wasn't locked, I just entered in, sought her by standing at threshold, with my eyes movement like search lights.

Again that water drops on the floor of dressing room.

'Her jaga pani phela ker khud aisay ghayeb hai jesay gadhy k ser say seeng.'

"Noor!" I called aloud. "Your beast at home."

Silence, I earned in reply.

I came home to spend beautiful evening with my newlywed, but she was playing Hide 'n Seek.

"Noor!"

I called again and stepped inside, as I heard little rustling sound over the corner.

As I was heading, I heard rustling grew....what's she doing here.

"Noor!"

Beast again called the beauty....but....

She was....

"Tum yaha ho?"

"You here?"

I saw she was standing inside of my suiting closet.

"Are you OK?"

I saw she was holding the towel vertically, like in front of her whole length.

"Please! Faraan."

She spoke like a plea in her Doe like eyes.

"What please?"

I saw her wet head quizzically.

"Pp-lease, take a side."

She replied my amazed question...

"Why should I?"

With this I snatched from her grip the towel and threw aside, as I saw her finger were gone pale with tight hold.

"Ohh..... Hmmm."

"Please —Faraan--"

She was pleading.

But...

I was lost somewhere in gain and profit. Immense profit.

She was in my white full sleeves, button down shirt, trembling like an Autumn leaf.

"Kia hoa hai tumhai?"

(What's happening here)

I asked with passion spilling through my eyes. In reply she bit her quivering lip.

She was not standing upright, her body bit curved. In my shirt, fully buttoned, even of collar, was so loose and enough long for her, that her bare legs up to mid thighs were revealing.

Yeah...her legs..so slender, looking so glossy, sheen and scented like freshly bathed in lavender oil.

My eyes fixed there. She saw me in harass, then she bent to pull down the shirt to her knees, just to rescue herself from my lustful gaze.

Her hair, wet hair now all on her front, soaking the shirt there.

As she hid her thighs....my eyes...slipped to milky, dimpled knees to her calves, like rolling hills made of skin.

"Noor!"

I gulped...and now my center of sight was her hidden beauty beneath my shirt. All revealing.

"C-Can I go...I need...to change my dress?"

She asked bewilderedly.....as saw me taking steps closer to her.

"Yes...but first give me, my shirt back."

I caged her in her hideout, my hands on her. On buttons.

"P- please.... Faraan!"