Chapter 61 — Honeymoon

'Could there be anything more vivid than this prime of nature?' She took a blissful sigh. The fine glow of merriment, mantled on her cheeks.

Sun was still below the horizon. Mesmeric ambience with crunch of cold, reflected brilliant hues on her spotless skin.

"SubhanAllah!" Her eyes shimmered with fantasy to see, the snowcapped mountains. The peaks were looking like giants guarding the valley.

Kachura Lake was shining like molten moonbeam. Sedate stir in air, was producing short life ripples on the smooth surface of water. Noor just hooked onto untellable gaiety.

They were in Shangrila Resort, Skardu.

Skardu is the capital of Gilgit-Baltistan.

Shangrila Resort, [Shangri-la, a Tibetan word meaning "Heaven on Earth], is nestled amongst some of the world's highest peaks. It encircles the heart shaped "Kachura Lake". The idyllic place surrounded by fruit laden orchards and flower filled garden. A popular destination for tourist and adventure doters.

'You are flying towards me....right?'

A flock of birds was on sky. She smiled and kept staring at them; fathoming the destination, they were seeking for.

Glory of matutine filled her heart with exuberance. She tranquilized to the core as cool breeze brushed her face, caressed her attire to sweep away. She shuddered and enveloped herself more in woolen shawl.

Blooming dale of Alpine flowers was going dense on side wall. She picked few and sniffed the sweet fragrance.

She covered her slenderness​ more in shawl and paced to the room, facing the balcony.

She saw her hubby was turning in bed.

"Nooaar!" He groaned in slumber. She blinked rapidly, felt sudden an immensely thawing for his gruff sleepy tone.

'YaAllaah! his morning stunts!'

She bit her plump, resembling to plum lips. A slight blush suffused her cheeks, as she got flashbacks of the night.

'No idea, why I'm still shy of my husband.'

She was standing near bed. Fumbling with fingers. Eyes were slipping over his muscular back. He was laying prone, shirtless.

'My Beast'

She thought demurely, with downward sweep of her eyelashes; then she moved forward; carefully picked the hem of duvet. She was about to cover his back, when he took another turn. His arm stretched out, only to find a silken figure to squeeze in him.

Grunting dismissively, for his missing part, he woke up widely. His eyes shot open.

Straightening up in bed, his first gaze fell on his beautiful wife, clad in morning pink, loose cotton dress. The tone of the dress simply camouflaged into her skin. Beads of water were still shining at the tips of her damp locks. She unnecessarily redid her shawl, clamped her bottom lip within her pearly teeth.

His deep gaze...

"Chashm-e-baddoor."

[Far be the evil eye]

His decorous remarks in thick earthy voice due to undone slumber, made the girl pinky more.

"Hmmm!"

***********

4 Days ago:

"Assalamualaikum!"

She greeted him with an ebullient smile as he entered in the room.

"Wa'alaikum'assalam! He cherished her beautiful busy form and asked after replying her greet. "How was the day?"

She quickly placed back a bunch of hangers in her closet.

"Alhamdulillah, Perfect," She replied while taking his suit jacket from his forearm.

He was bit late, but he informed about it, earlier.

"Noor, do you have thick stuff to wear in cold places?" He asked while placing his bag on the square, beige ottoman.

"Yes," She affirmed, bit confusedly.

"Tell me anything else you need, we will go shopping for you."

He was conforming.

"No, I have enough, you have brought me a coat from Europe," Noor replied with proof.

"Hmmm! Then pack some thick stuff for your clothing." He was loosening his tie.

"Faraan! where are we going?" She came closer.

"There is a seminar, in Gilgit-Baltistan, organized by the ministry of tourism and health affairs. I'm officially invited." He was taking off his watch.

"That's good." She spoke with a jot of smile.

He sat in bed lazily and beckoned her to come close.

It wasn't a second and she was beside him.

"Listen! I want you to go with me."

He told Noor, about this trip. The official trip turned into personal trip. He wanted to take her with him. It would be amazing to roam around with his beauty along.

"So, you want to go?" He asked while holding her hand in his soft grip.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes twinkled on the name of honeymoon Itinerary. "Sure, I will go... wherever you take me."

He smiled as charmingly as the Noor's words were.

"Wanna some tea?" She asked suddenly as she forgot to ask before.

"Nothing at the moment." He replied while folding his sleeves.

He was leaning against the headboard with his hands clasped behind his head, then she asked softly. "Tired?"

"Hectic day." He husked, with closed eyes. He was in White button down Oxford shirt, with smoked blue loosened tie. Rolled up sleeves, revealing his muscular yet hairy forearms. Beast was robbing her innocent heart in his resting mode.

Noor thought for a second, and got up from his side to face him. She slowly untied the tie and pulled out of his neck. Putting it aside, she placed both of her hands on his either shoulders. She was slowly pressing there. His hard muscles were experiencing her so soft hands.

What an ecstatic combination plus contrast.

"Ahmmmm!" He groaned and radiance appeared on her cheeks. Now her hands were raking his hair. He felt so cozy with her soft fingers running through his scalp.

Innocent wife's sweetest way of care.

He more sprawled on bed. Still in shoes. Noor felt as he is sleepy, so she...looked down with concern.

"Uhh..hmm...Noor, don't touch."

His voice made Noor halt as she went down and touched his shoes, only to remove them. He grabbed her waist then her hands pulled her closer.

"Queeny! These hands are so beautiful, so precious." He kissed her palms affectionately and placed her hand again on his shoulder while leaning back again at headrest.

She smilingly closed his lids, with her palm and started pressing again his shoulders. After a minute, she was rubbing his temples, caressing his brows with her thumbs. She was fully acquainted with his hotspots.

"My artful....wife."

His perfect groan.

"Faraan!" She blushed, how madly he was looking at her.

"Today you are late?"

She slowly asked with her work on his shoulder again.

"Yes! Few meetings alternately morning then in evening. Later on, an interview with a business channel."

He replied gliding a gaze over her. He changed his posture now he was resting on his elbow.

"Acha ap ne kia bola interview mai?"

(What you spoke in your interview)

She asked interestedly.

"I said, Mai apni masoom si biwi se buhat pyar kerta hoo..uss ke bagher Zinda rehna Na-mumkin hai mera.. Trust me viewers!"

(I said I love my innocent wife a lot, it's hard for me to live without her)

As he spoke like Romeo, Noor's giggle was spontaneous in reply.

"Waqai, ap aisa interview dety hai?"

(Seriously, you talk like that in interviews)

She hardly spoke while coping up with her giggling.

Faraan wasn't able to take his eyes off of Noor. His eyes slipping on her doll face.

"Bonita! This looks like newest dimple?" He asked appealingly as he caressed her cheek with his thumb.

Her giggle stopped. Checking her own cheek, she rolled her eyes upward then nodded at him with a goofy grin.

"How come?" He smiled as his eyes shone, at her mischievous expressions.

"Through Pl..lastic surgery...ahaha---" Noor burst into another round of giggles. Faraan saw her delectable form with pursed lips for a second then pulled her at himself. Her both wrists in his grip, face inches part.

How he managed to switch mode so perfect.

"Tell me Noor!" He growled.

"What?" She replied and clamped her bottom lip.

"When are you taking your that....(ghusl) Bath?"

He hissed, tone tinged with desperation.

A hotter blush suffused her face, "Ss... soon." She quivered, with her downcast eyes.

"Woman! This soon isn't ending, tell me the date." He grabbed her chin up and sneered. Slowly she lifted lashes and murmured. "Por favor, Senor!"

The eager glow intensified in his eyes at her cute plea. He slightly pulled her again and she was in his lap.

"Come nearer!" He cradled her against his chest. His chin dipped to rest on her head, his breath fanning her hair.

Sniffing in his chest she closed her eyes for few seconds then turned her face up.

Leaning in swiftly this time, he brushed his lips lightly on her. His chaste kisses rolled on her cheeks, her lids, her forehead- everywhere.

"Faraan!"

She ran her hand on his rough cheek, and hid her face beneath his chin.

"Don't tease me girl...I have super control" He growled and pulled her up again.

This time he captured her lips in hot, fiery, passionate and demanding kiss. Noor was losing herself. This minty moment, was not leaving her able to think straight.

"Nooaar!" He whispered slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them.

"My beginner baby, you will rock soon." He spoke like a drug addict. Her heart fluttered at his voice. She batted lashes before allowing him to another invasion...

He broke kiss then for air and got on top of her.

She inhaled sharply. She was against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. His breathing quickened as did hers. He began nuzzling her neck with delicate kisses.

"Esta noche voy a sufrir."

(tonight I will suffer)

So faint, his whispers were.

"Faraan." She moaned as he licked a bit her earlobe.

"I am mad at you." He raised on his arms, the glint of his passion shone in his eyes.

"Mad-ness allowed." She replied innocently, while fiddling with the button of his shirt.

"Gracias!" He fell on her side and pulled her again on his chest. He was now sniffing her hair.

She fluttered closed her eyes, as he kissed on the top of her head.

.......

After dinner, she packed their carry-on bags with the help of Zareena. Imagining most romantic journey with her hubby on sublime places, she was secretly blushing.

"Ma'am take hoodie with you, I'm sure, you will be needed this." Zareena insisted. "Ok." She was bit reluctant but still she put the hoodie in her bag with a nod.

**********

Next day....

7: 05 am.

Faraan took shower and got out of washroom in his Cotton trousers and Tees, with towel around his neck. Noor was in front of dressing mirror; she was doing her hair in side braid.

She saw his reflection, he was rubbing his head against towel.

"Noor, your bag ready?" He asked while brushing his hair.

"Yes, and yours too." She was tightening the pony band around the end of her braid.

"Hmm! Let me check."

Faraan put the brush back in holder and moved towards his carry-on.

He was examining his bag with keen look. He withdrew some clothes, then added few. The necessary things, which only he could need.

Noor zipped her vanity pouch, after applying kajal and eye liner. She was putting her phone charger in her handbag, when she heard an imperious voice of Faraan.

"Lerki! Tumhai pata hai kitna behoooda lagoo ga is ke bagher,"

(Girl! Do you know, how indecent, I will be looking without this)

He showed Noor couple of his boxers and shoved in his carry on.

"Opss!" She blushed and bent on her bag only to hide the huge grin.

**********

It was 7: 50 am.

Faraan was striding to and fro in Portico. He was on phone, directing someone, something. In light brown jeans over olive green military jacket, he was elevating this ensemble with leather boots.

The gun metallic Wrangler Jeep was ready. Abdullah was making it more shine. Luggage was loaded, during the time they spent on breakfast table.

Noor came out after pulling away a farewell hug with Zareena. She was in coat style Turkish Abaya, head covered with floral scarf.

"Sir! have a safe and beautiful journey."

Zareena bid them a farewell after opening door for Noor.

"Thank you! Take care of yourselves."

Faraan replied and got on the Jeep. He chose the highway to travel, only to enjoy each and every Vista come in their way.

"Ready." Faraan curtly sought permission after putting Jeep into gear. He smiled to see Noor was reciting supplication for travel. She nodded and blew on Faraan, on herself and around.

The Journey started, Faraan was fully attentive to road with a jet-black streamlined, Bluetooth device, fixed in his ear.

He was replying his phone calls in between with super official terms.

Weather was pleasantly cool, they were still on city roads. He casted a soft gaze over Noor.

"Begum, do you have any special enmity with seatbelts?" He asked so softly, without an iota of sarcasm.

"No!" She bit her lip and turned to pull seatbelt.

"F-Far...aan. it's..stu..uck."

He saw her wrestling with belt for a moment then he leaned in her direction.

"Let me do it."

He pulled the belt effortlessly and buckled her. "Easy Noor!" He verbally caressed her.

"Why didn't you touch me while doing seatbelt?" Noor suddenly asked. Faraan went clueless but he asked politely with smile.

"Darling! Is it necessary to touch you during this?"

"Actually, I was---" Noor made him recall the scene, when they were coming back from the rest house.

[See chapter 23]

"Hahaha! You are so naive."

Faraan laughed at her innocence, then added.

"Noor! You know, uswaqt meri neyat tum per, bilkul bhi kharab nahi thi."

(I hadn't any bad intention on you at that time)

He was looking into her eyes.

She slightly blushed, then asked. "Abb, (now)?"

"Abb hai." He husked with an affirmed nod.

She blushed more at his simple and straight answer.

Faraan took a content sigh after watching her downcast face. He accelerated the Jeep. Elevation was about to start, as hills were started to come in the view.

Hilly areas have an entirely different culture of driving. Hairpin bends and winding routes, sharp blind and S-turns are test of brilliant drivers.

It was 4 hours continuous drive. Faraan was struggling with road & Jeep's steering. Noor was nauseated, she started having an altitude sickness.

Mountain panoramas, verdant greenery, rural bazaars. They passed many scenic posts, when Noor's weak voice appeared in silence.

"Faraan! Mujhy Washroom Jana hai."

(I need to go to the washroom)

"Hmm!" Faraan casted a caressing gaze over Noor; this bout made her pale like a mustered flower. He then glance through his watch.

It was striking 12:40 pm.

"Noor, a motel ahead on a two-minute drive." He informed while looking at GPS navigation screen.

Soon an aluminum Post Sign appeared in sight.

Valley Inn!

These motels are meant to fully facilitate the travelers.

Many of tourists along with families enjoy to stop at these motels. A hot cup of tea can be bounteous in between the hectic drive/travel.

Moreover, These Inns you will find, on every mile.

He stopped by the Road Side. Plenty of parked vehicles were ratifying the Motel's popularity.

Noor hastily opened the door and dismounted of the Jeep. She was extremely uncomfortable for holding a retch.

"Come, this way." Faraan hurriedly led her the way to washrooms area, that were signaling the ladies.

After approximately five minutes he saw, Noor was coming out, he hanged the phone urgently and came closer.

"Are you OK, Noor?" He asked perturbed. He searched her face.

"I threw up, Faraan!" She craned up a tristful gaze at him and spoke raspier.

"It's ok Noor, nothing to worry, it happens while visiting areas high in altitude." He held her cold hand to squeeze​ in his warm one.

Faraan looked around. Motel had vast veranda to serve travelers. Beside tables, chairs; there were charpoys with velvet coverlets & roll pillows, promising the guests to be more cozy.

Noor felt sweet sunlight prevailing in her body. Her hand still in Faraan's grip. She looked around and saw smoked food trays in hands of locally dressed waiters. Mixed aromas of the food, made her to suck in a long breath.

"Faraan!" She spoke squeezing her eyes, sunlight couldn't allow her to see him above.

"Hmm yes!" Faraan scrolling something on his phone, he was mentally measuring kilometers, which were left to be cut, to be on their destination.

"Noor wanna stay here?" He then asked as par her state. He was watching her sunlight bathing face then towered over her.

"No!" She denied, "You shouldn't be driving more after sunset, save your time." This time she was looking at him. He blocked the sunlight.

Faraan smiled at her genuine worry. He too decided to take leave.

Approximately after 10 minutes, the journey started again. Noor was sipping slowly on her lemonade, while he was sipping his coffee from insulated tumbler.

"Noor!" He raised a cracker at her, "I have got medicine for your motion sickness, take it after some light meal."

"Okay!" She nodded and took a minimal bite of cracker. She was too afraid of that horrible nausea.

"What are you thinking baby?" Faraan felt her continuous silence, so couldn't stop himself to ask.

"Um....nothing." She denied but his provocative gaze made her suffice to say.

"Faraan, I'm, umm... I was thinking that, how a girl, starts depending totally on a strange man, how he becomes her life. Like I can't imagine to live even...a minute without you."

She tried to cover his broad hand clasped to steering, with her smaller one. Her innocent face adorned with priceless emotions.

"Hmm! Baby confession." He smiled magically still looking at the screen, but on the very next moment, he bored his eyes into hers, "Noor! The Jeep isn't suitable for love making."

Noor forgot sipping on her drink, with straw clamped between her lips. With widened eyes, she was looking at her shameless hubby. To say, she was shocked would be understatement.

"I mean, it's not decent to block the traffic in the gorge, You know." He put then icing on the cake.

"Faraan!" She blew a weak punch on his shoulder; her cheeks seemed to gain colour without her permission. He was saying what, she blushed at his logics as soon as her brain started to work.

Faraan fixed her seat in leaning back position.

His heart at its place felt so lighter. His innocent wife knew how to confess. He yearned every time to listen unsaid words of her heart.

"Thori der so jao."

(Take some nap)

He fixated his eyes on screen after caressing her right cheek with the knuckles of his left hand.

"Umm.." She was feeling her lids heavier. Shriveling in her place for a comfortable posture, she rested her head on seat.

Staring at her busy in driving husband for some time, she secretly blew few Ayahs on him and all around, that she recited in heart.

Blinking slowly at him, sleep took her over.

2 more hours passed in cutting the miles. Faraan started feeling mist in the air. A little drizzle made the atmosphere pretty cool.

An unusual humming sound vibrated in the air. It sounded like a swarm of bees. He drove more meters ahead and the source of the sound revealed itself.

A waterfall.

As the waterfall came in to his view, he dropped the needle of speedometer below.

"Hmm!" He took sigh as his sight was blessed.

Water was plunging down the mountain, streaming into infinity pool of bliss. He began to get closer, the noise of the cataract increased.

As he drove slowly few more meters ahead, A little meadow started beside the lane.

He saw a shepherd was close by with a herd of sheep and lambs. He stopped by as the herd blocked the way.

Jeep soon surrounded by big and small woolen livestock.

Cacophonous sound and a sudden halt of Vehicle, made Noor awake. She sat straight and blinked to believe in her eyes.

A whit of smile crept up to her lips as she turned her face to see Faraan. He was welcoming her to another Dreamland with hearty eyes.

"Noor! Wanna stay here for a while?"

He asked and after her conforming nod, he switched off the engine and hopped out. Opening the door for Noor, he gently gripped her hand only to give her maximum ease to climb out. She was looking like sleeping beauty, just woken up.

Air heavy with a force of nature, both beautiful and nurturing. Tranquil from a distance but deafening up close. It was as if the powerful emotions are cascading down. Suds of waterfall, tiny splashes flying everywhere to drench you as up close.

Noor blinked only to bathe in the glory of the scenery.

It was simply spectacular to feel the nature in so natural swamp land.

They with intertwined hands ambled to gushing down water hegemony.

It foamed into lather at the base, making veneer clear at the bottom.

"Look!" Faraan was pointing at the spot, where sunlight produced a rainbow in the spray of a waterfall.

"Beautiful!" Noor stretched out her arm and felt the force of water on her hand. Water was icy cool. The dewy spray made Noor chuckle.

Faraan took water in his Palm to drink. It was so Replenishing. He refilled and offered her.

She availed that.

She was drinking....

His Palm, her lips....

She felt an epitome of merriment in her heart at the moment.

"Or piyo gi (wanna drink more)?" Faraan asked and surprised to see, a blush rose immediately.

"Yes." She was holding his gaze, even the love potion from this man has already satiated her.

"Here!" He filled his broad Palm again, as she drank one more time with twinkling eyes.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He escorted her to a giant stone and made her sit. He turned towards Jeep for camera to take some lucky shots of his life.

"Where is it's mother?"

He heard Noor saying. He turned and smiled appealingly. She was holding a little lamb in her lap, speaking to the Shepherd who was only a shy little boy.

The boy signaled towards a mother sheep, which was grazing greedily only to store more milk in its milk bags for the little ones.

"They are so cute." She was caressing the lamb who was ultimately enjoying itself.

"What is its name?" She asked the boy.

"Baji...iska be koi naam hota hai?" Boy smiled at the curious Baji.

"Han hota hai. Jesy Mai Noor hoo, woh Faraan hai. Or tumhara?" She was liking that cute boy.

"Humara Naam shadi khan hai." Boy told her. "Shadi?" Noor wanted to confirm. "Ji baji," boy grabbed a fighter sheep's ear and added.

"Hum jis din peda hoa, us din hamara phupo ka shadi tha, to hamara walid nay humara yeh naam rakha."

"MashaAllah! Buhat piyara naam hai."

She smiled. A pure smile.

Click!

She saw Faraan was taking her shot. She blend a beautiful smile on her face and gave him many poses with lamb.

"Mary had a Little lamb."

He was saying loudly as to compete the waterfall noise.

Noor heard and smiled at her hubby.

"Charta zaye."

(Where are you going)

Boy ran after same fighter sheep.

"Faraan! Dekhain kitna pyara Hai." She came close by and showed him the milky innocent lamb.

"Hmm! Our babies will be more cute." He replied only to earn a big blush of his wife, who was looking so desirable at that time.

"Wanna go to mum?" She asked the lamb lovingly and freed it by putting down, carefully on the ground.

"Ahahaa—" She chuckled while the lamb, stumblingly ran to its mother.

Click!

Faraan clicked a marvelous shot.

"Noor, over here." He called. As she turned, Click! Again a beautiful pose got captured.

He came closer and shot the selfies with her.

Holding arms.

Holding gaze.,.

Holding her hand from the back...the famous selfie...

"My back and your hand."

She giggled as he showed her the camera playback.

"Now I need an iconic smile." He said with making emoji from his thumb and index finger.

She smiled, Again. He clicked.

"Noor! One more." He demanded.

In reply, she fluttered lashes. made an innocent pout.

"Noor can't kiss you right now." He commented.

"Thanks!" She said and ran towards waterfall.

"Be careful woman." He looked around and saw Shepherd with herd was on his way to home.

Hmmm!

He took sigh and saw his wife was researching on waterbeds of fall.

"Ahh!" She gasped when her waist wounded by a muscular arm.

"Faraan!", she struggled but he carried her like a doll.

"Jaan e Faraan, we need to move."

He spoke after depositing her into seat.

She checked her scarf, it was bit drenched.

He came across the Jeep and took hold of driving seat.

Drizzle stained the screen. As he turned on the screen wipers.

His phone rang.

He watched the caller and turned the wiper off. They were grumbling.

"Yes." He spoke after swiping to green.

"Yeah, OK. Just stayed here for sightseeing, don't worry."

He hanged the phone. Afaq was behind, he was professionally worried. As the tracker all of a sudden showed, halt of his Boss's vehicle.

Noor quietly watching, as Faraan pressed a button and windshield fluid speckled the screen. He turned on the wipers again, only to make windshield HD clear.

"Let's start again Noor." He spoke enigmatically as engine roared.

********

At 6: 00 pm.

They stayed on a mere dhaba.

(Dhaba is roadside food stall)

Chai Cake!

Temperature was getting down, he ordered for tea. Noor was in her hoodie. She thanked Zareena, inwardly for the advice.

"Bravo! You are so fast." Faraan was on phone. She heard and put a piece of locally made fruit cake in her mouth.

Cake was amazingly fresh. She sipped on tea and praised inwardly the inventor of this dhaba.

She was feeling so lively at the river was flowing few meters away.

"Debug all areas." Faraan saw her glowing face and spoke in phone. "Every corner." He added and hanged the call.

"Here!" He called the waiter with finger snap.

"Bring more cakes and 1 more tea." He ordered as he saw Noor was eating with great eager.

"My persimmon is hungry."

He spoke teasingly after waiter gone.

Hoodie was light orange in color.

Noor stretched her arm. Picked his cup, handed him and spoke with cake in her mouth.

"Don't research on me, take you tea, OK!"

******"

Their first destination was Khaplu Fort. Skardu.

Khaplu fort, a fort that is most memorable spot to visit, is over 400 years old.

The Fort is an apple of the eyes of tourists. They enjoy to be a part of most awe-inspiring, historically and culturally rich spectacles of Pakistan.

At 9:50 pm ...

Faraan parked the Jeep. They reached at Fort. Finally.

At the foyer, the Manager, along with concierge were standing. They welcomed the couple with gestures of great hospitality.

"Noor, come." Faraan gripped her hand as she was feeling spellbound.

The entrance of fort, as if you have entered in a wonderland.

"How antique." She spoke to Faraan, but the manager replied eagerly.

"Yes ma'am, so right. This fort has a museum housing with all original artifacts. No matter how antique it is, but rooms still have their original wood work.

In fact, every room has a history." He was brightening the salient features of Fort.

Noor got it right as she saw, elysian Artwork, dreamlike hallways all were so whimsical to be believe.

Faraan chose the Royal suite to stay. It had Raja and Rani rooms, with modem amenities.

The room, they chose to stay, was bright big bedroom and had an open terrace with a beautiful view of the mountains. It had a small dewan where one can entertain guests for a cup of tea.

"Sir! Have great stay, if you want anything special for dinner; we have chefs, expert in many continental foods as well."

Manager showed full of hospitality.

"No, Thanks Mr. As'jad, we have happy taste buds, we'll love to explore local exotics."

Faraan nicely returned the gestures.

Manager's face lit up with recognition, as he walked away with great words for their beautiful stay and journey.

Soon their luggage, was transferred to the suite.

Noor was standing in the middle of the room. Faraan was stretching....

It's been hours, he was driving on tricky routs.

"So Mrs." He spoke while removing his jacket. Eyes searched her face, then slipped on her delicate figure, that was feeling so worn-out.

"Yes." Noor, was putting her hand bag on table. As she replied & turned.... collided with his chest. He was just behind.

"Baby tired?"

He asked, while cupping her face. He saw, she was quite shaking. He looked around only to confirm. Heater was on.

"Umm..." She nodded then spoke calmly, " But you must be more tired." Bright light of the lamps shone on her face.

"Hmm!" He truly amused to listen. Eyes fondly rested on her beautiful sparkling lashes, as he pulled up her chin with his finger tip and whispered. "Do you know, I love you so much."

She lifted then gaze, then garlanded her arms around his neck. "And I can't tell, how much I love you." She was up on her toes, as spoke with immeasurable love bubbling in her heart.

He, without wasting any moment, fixated her in his arms.

He was squeezing her in him. She was like wax doll. Truly melting in him, melting for him. Both were intoxicated. His grip was tight but not harsh; she felt her own arms were tightened around him.

"Faraan!" She was going to cry, as she sobbed. She was too weak to hold immense power of his deep love.

"Come freshen up." He pulled away at once, carried her then in his arms, and moved towards washroom.

Tich!

He turned on the light, and padded inside. Noor held her breath for a second.

A crystal vase with fresh bunch of tulips was placed on marbled counter, near to spotlessly clean wash basin.

A top notch shower area, caught his eye. He deposited Noor on geometrical designed tiled floor. She was stunned.

He slowly touched her sides. Caressed her arms.

"Easy hojao." At his voice she blinked.

He saw her scarf and found a pin on her head. He slowly unattached the pin, loosened her scarf and uncovered her head. Noor was in trance.

His touches, How ecstatic!

Faraan then went through her body. He undid few top buttons then pulled her coat Abaya over her head.

She was still... standing in her Heena color printed shirt, with maroon trousers.

He smiled to see her numb state, and pulled her shirt over her head slowly.

She was in chemise now. He saw how her cheeks flared up pink, like a carnation in spring.

"Kitnay kapray pehenti ho Yaar?" He gripped the flair and took off the chemise too.

She at once hugged him, Full flushed face, she was hiding her modesty in his body.

Hmm!

He was slowly caressing her back. As his hot breath simmered her nape, she shoved her face more in his sculpted chest. His fingers then rested on her bra's hook. He was fiddling with.

"Faraan no!" She shyly nodded in his chest.

"Kabootri!"

(Hen pigeon)

He groaned...