Chapter 62 — Lovebirds

Shangrila Resort:

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Hmmm...

His sigh was deep and decisive.

"Come here." He sat in bed, rested his back against the headboard.

"Faraan! I think you need some-coffee?" She asked with index finger pointed at him.

"Woman, I said, come here!" He called her again, voice bearing sexy drawl.

"No!" She was hesitant to see the rightfulness in his eyes.

"Why?" He asked with a smidge of curiosity.

"You will catch me again." Her complaining pout, put an enticing smile on his face She was fluttering lashes at him. As her eyes slipped on his chest, she stepped an inch back with half smile face.

Mona Lisa-like.

"Do you think, I'm tied to the bed?" Ruffling his hair, he asked with predatory gleam in his eyes.

"No, not at all." Noor denied smilingly while creeping towards the door. She was inexperienced, with his morning sessions.

"You are free!" While saying this as she touched the door knob, an intriguing squeal escaped from her mouth. Her freshly bathed body got caged in two arms.

"Faraan." She closed her eyes as he brushed her nape, with his hungry lips.

"Aren't you supposed to be ready for love?" His tall lithe frame was eager, like a panther.

"Faraan." She turned to face him and rested her palms on his chest, "Freshen up first, take bath." She turned again after ordering him, as if he will definitely obey.

"I will finally, after done." His arm sneaked around her waist, lifting her right off her feet. She gasped and wriggled her legs.

He was only in his Knickerbockers, just carried her in his arms and spun to bed.

"Hard time, baby bride!" He hissed in her ear, in the middle of the room.

"Faraan!" She squirmed yet blushed. Only in an anticipation.

"I'm in mood!" His seducing whisper made Noor jelly. Squirming got faint.

The meaning of his mood is equal to no ESCAPE!!

"Tell me the time when, you are in no mood. Hunh!" She was stroking his chest with her finger. Her little sharp voice was awakening his Barbarian.

"Lady Faraan! Pyar se Darti ho?" He inhaled a deep breath of her scent.

(Why are you scared of love)

"Umm!" She nodded in denial bashfully.

Standing in the middle of the room with his bride in his arms, he asked solemnly. "Then?"

"I'm newlywed, innocent-shy girl that's why." Came an innocent reply.

"Hmm." After listening her reply, he strode off to bed with deep content. "Here, my innocent wife." He deposited her on bed, like she was a crystal piece of art.

"Far-aan." She stood on bed. "I think apka phone baj raha hai."

(I think your phone is ringing)

She looked around as to divert his attention.

"I admit you screamed a lot in this story but still my hearing is intact."

He defined as an amusement shot up his face. "Sit!" He gripped her both hands then.

"Nn-o!" She uttered and he trapped her.

"Your No is reverse for me. It turns truly me On."

He kissed her neck, right beneath the earlobe, after fisting away the chunks of drenched locks. "Baby, Señora!" He groaned.

"Faraan, I tell you if you forgot; you are invited in an important seminar." She informed him within gasps, as his hands were caressing her floral figure.

"My lady Secretary, Seminar is at 10, after 5 hours - one hour will suffice." He bent on her again.

"I-I just took a bath." Protest was so genuine but so weak.

"Bath again-dams are full."

He spoke while removing her shawl.

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[10: 30 AM]

"Thanks!" He closed the door after thanking the serving boy, who was dragging the breakfast trolley out of the suite.

He earlier ordered the room service for breakfast.

"Noor You Ready?" He came in room, asked while wearing his Jacket.

"Yes!" She walked up slowly and came in front of him. "This looks lovely here."

Faraan, looked down, what she'd been doing and smile flashed in his eyes. She was tucking the stem of an oxeye daisy through the buttonhole of his Jacket. Her hands being busy, sudden caught in his one hand.

"It's a seminar, Noor!" His voice like to hypnotize her.

"Not a groom war." He slowly then unclasped his grip.

She blinked rapidly, and rested her palms on his broad shoulders.

"But, you are a groom, right? Fortunately, I'm your bride."

Her voice had that kittenish quality, that he killed the distance of few inches and pressed his body against her. "Ahh!" She gasped. "What happened? bride!" He leaned on her face. "Wanna bath again?" A healthy smirk made him look more dashing.

"Hye, nahi!"

(Yikes, no)

She stumbled back to run away but couldn't. He gripped her elbow at once. She again in his arms, started looking in his eyes like an innocent little dove.

"Jao maaf kiya."

(Ok, leaving you this time)

He whispered.

"Phew!" She took an audible, fake sigh of relief.

He smiled at her head. She giggled in his chest.

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Faraan took Noor with him in Seminar. He thought, she will enjoy, as there was a cultural show anticipated.

First half of the Seminar was loaded with heavy speeches. All of the speakers were emphasizing on peace, humanity & brotherhood with neighboring countries.

"If we forget our inner turmoil, adopt the peace policy at borders, no one can ruin our collective developments." A Minister was amplifying his speech with continuously punching the dice.

'Why he is beating up the poor dice?'

Noor thought and rubbed her heavy eyes, as her lids felt tingling. She then with hooded eyes, looked stealthily at her husband. He was with his perfect demeanor, sitting at her left side. In charcoal gray, finesse tailored suit, he was looking-Sartorially well versed.

'MashaAllah! my hubby is so handsome', She thought after a mere glance of his Greek nose.

'I wanna sleep here, ever', she thought again after stealing another glance of his wide lap.

"Neend poori nahi hoi kiya?"

(Didn't you sleep well)

He saw her stifling a yawn, then wrote on a paper, that laid in front of him.

She blushed after reading, as he showed her. He looked around purposefully then wrote again. "Baby Blushika."

She smiled at his other name, "Haven't you read seminar rules outside?" She wrote in reply.

God knows better, which rule she was indicating, he was curious. "Which?" He wrote.

"NO ROMANCE ALLOWED DURING SEMINAR." She wrote in Caps and looked impishly in his eyes.

He couldn't laugh but instead he smiled, just for a second.

"OK, we'll-after Seminar. Done?" He wrote.

"No, we'll go to Explore." She wrote.

"Me either not Explored yet, Dora!" He wrote and drew a wink icon at the end of the sentence.

Noor read to bit her upper lip and batted lashes. Speechless. But if I say she had left nothing to write, would suit more on her situation.

He smiled to himself as he folded the paper neatly and placed it into his inside pocket of his Suit Jacket.

Noor sighed deeply, when saw him drawing out his phone that was blinking with notification.

He was busy in screen, reading something, as his eyes were roaming over.

Noor saw, phone was in his right hand. He was typing with same thumb.

'His thumb is catching every alphabet like Venus flytrap'. She smiled at her own thought.

Speeches ended, then a military beat, thrilled the entire scenario. Hotel's Ballroom filled with colors. Colors of Tradition.

There was cultural show, 'Rakaposhi Rituals. '

Cultural bands from neighboring countries were invited. Folk orchestra was just leaving the Ball in entire amusement. Turkish Sufi dance in dim lights, heated the hearts like fused embers.

Sweet spots got touched when Pakistani folk singer started a rhapsodic melody.

Maye ne main kinno aakhaan, Dard vichore da hall ni...

[O mother O mother, who do I tell, this pain of separation]

Soolan mar dewani keeti, Birhoun peya saday khayali

Maye ni mai kinno akhaan.

Dard vichoray da haal ni...

[Driven mad with spikes, Pain of separation fills my thoughts.

O mother O mother, who do I tell, this pain of separation]

'Mom' Noor rubbed her eyes. Faraan at her side felt his wife's sensitivity. This song was so heart touching.

Dukhan di roti, Soolaan da saalan, Aahen da baalan baal ni...

[Bread of sadness, sauce of spikes, Make a fire of laments]

Jungle bailay phiraan Dhoudaindi ajay na paayo lal [Wandered jungles and deserts, But not found the ruby]

"Wanna go out?" He asked with concern as he saw the wetness of her lashes.

She nodded and managed to utter. "This song!" Tears started making their way out of crystal lakes. She quickly wiped from the back of her hand.

Faraan never encountered before with that situation of her-she was definitely missing her mom.

He gripped her hand in his protective clasp, gave it a tender pressure to comfort.

Noor never asked him about to visit her mother. She never demanded. She knew the care, the love he behold within his heart, but still she didn't.

By this time, She wasn't there. Her innocent heart was racing, inside to meet her, to embrace her mother.

Kahay Hussain faqeer nimanaa, Shoh milay taan theevan nihaal [Says Hussain the poor faqeer, Meeting God would be Ecstasy.]

'Mom, I'm missing you so much'

Heart kept releasing laments, until the song was over.

"Daughter!" She was searching tissue in her bag-a weak hand gave kindliest pat on her shoulder. Noor turned to see.

"I know, you are missing your Mother."

The lady was in her senile age, spoke politely. Noor batted drenched lashes and saw milky white wrinkled face, ocean blue eyes filled with pretty emotions. She nodded after gulping.

"Mawa Thandiya Chawa!"

(Cool shelter is Mother)

Noor stunned to hear her well grip on accent and above all the warmth of love she was holding within her eyes.

"Newly married?" She asked in her old is gold like voice. Noor couldn't reply but only turned her face to see Faraan.

"Yes Aunt, we are." He intervened as his wife was so emotional to reply.

"Love her deeply." She advised.

"I do." He saw Noor's face, looking so dewy.

"Spoil her." She demanded.

"I did." In his eyes truth was etched.

Noor came then into realization and protested. "Excuse me! I'm not spoiled, I-I-" she stopped at once. Her bottom lip curled in natural pout as she saw him smiling. She then gave, the old lady a sheepish smile, "Assalam-o-alaikum!" She said slowly.

Elegant old lady replied warmly with heart melting Du'as for their happy life together.

After introduction they were talking quite homely. She was mother of an Ambassador. During conversation, she kissed Noor's hand few times. Noor was so overwhelmed by this expression of love.

"Woman can turn, home into a heaven. It is women again whose negligence can turn a home into an ugly and foul place. Even Man shouldn't judge her every now and then. He is King of home, so he should treat his woman as a Queen, not slave."

Old lady was enlightening the ups and downs of relationship. As an elderly guidance both were listening respectfully.

"Ripples should form, they perform liveliness, as still water gets contaminated." She spoke more.

"Yes Aunt, so much ripples, she fights a lot, actually." Faraan spoke then smiled when Noor widened her eyes at him.

"I know why she fights, you naughty boy."

Old lady clean bold him. He coughed a bit as a jot of smile crept up his face. Too curt to answer her, he looked around and spotted few ill-famed investors. Seminar was over. He stood up after excuse.

"Parasites." He muttered while heading towards the officials of the Seminar.

"Mr. Faraan, this was my third time invitation to you."

Secretary of tourism development spoke as he was not leaving his hand that after so many shakes.

"Well, Mr. Ghaznavi, accept my apologies, but I would not miss to state; This area is uprising with ubiquitous development in this term of yours."

Secretary was just overwhelmed by his graceful appreciation.

After meeting with few more related personnel, Faraan excused himself. He came back and saw both of ladies, talking and passing smiles at each other.

"Madar, biya berim."

(Mother, let's go)

A decent looking man in his 40s with short beard, came forward and spoke in Persian.

"My son!" She proudly introduced her son to them. Formal conversation started between two men. While Noor and old lady exchanged beautiful words about their families.

Soon this meeting ended, leaving strong imprints of Love on couple of hearts.

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"Why every old lady loves me?" She asked while wearing seat belt.

"Because they see and pity, how a little Beauty surviving in Beast's possession."

Faraan described her while driving.

"Look, you are saying yourself a Beast." She said alarmingly.

"I love this First and Last name given by my Beauty."

"Beast isn't First name." She corrected with little smile. "What was first then?" He asked.

"Wil-ld man." She uttered and his laughter vibrated the roof of Jeep.

They came back to resort, where they stayed. He changed his formal dressing into, something casual.

Faraan handed her backpack, "Noor! put some extra stuff to wear."

He was in black leather jacket, over Khaki cargo pants,.

"OK." She replied.

After half an hour, they headed out for Rama, Astore. Although the breeze was cold but the shining sun made it pleasant.

Valley is thickly forested with astronomically immense Pine, Cedar, Fir and Juniper trees.

There were so many flowers alongside the road. Faraan was driving at its lowest speed.

"It seems to be the literal meaning of nature." She exclaimed.

At a view point, he stopped the Jeep. This was the looking like the touristic paradise.

She shivered as she dismounted. Summer breeze can be cold, she was experiencing. He gripped her arm for her steady walk.

"Look at the couple!"

Noor pulled his thumb to find his attention. Faraan saw a photographer was doing photoshoot of a couple, who was reenacting the Titanic pose.

"Honeymoon package."

He spoke, gripped her hand and made her sit on a beautiful log bench, on which someone had sprayed to write LOVE.

"Don't worry, I'm your photographer."

He clicked a picture after earning a beautiful smile.

"Who do you love to capture most?" She asked at his evident photographic skills.

"Definitely not of an aunt in neighbor." He replied and captured a beautiful giggle of her. "But my so pretty wife." He completed his reply.

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It was 2:45 pm.

One modern looking Inn was in the way. Faraan stopped the Jeep in parking lot.

The restaurant had indoor and outdoor space. Small balconies for having meal with glorious sight of nature.

Service was prompt and the servers were very polite.

They tried their local delicacies.

His phone rang and he picked up instantly.

He was commanding, someone, something in very serious tone. Noor stiffened as his language expressed rude and subtle meanings.

As he hung up, she saw him pondering just for a while at screen. On the very next moment his all attention transmitted to Noor.

"Please, try this Salad,"

He offered her chivalrously. She saw the platter piled up with nicely cut apples, plums and apricots.

Faraan dished out for her.

Fruits were all seasonal & juicy. While munching, she saw him bit more glancing his watch.

"Fruits are scrumptious lunch, isn't it?" He asked then his quiet wife.

"Yes." Came a reserved reply.

"Are you OK?" He "Yes." She.

"Feeling vomit?" He.

"No." She.

"Then what made you this quiet?" He was interrogating more seriously.

"Actually." She chewed the leftover chunk, "sometimes, you look so mysterious, and it-scares me."

He smiled and forked a cherry. "It's nothing like that Noor, I'm just tending to my business while being away."

"Sometimes it feels, someone is following us, like stalking around."

She spoke her heart out with little worry in her eyes.

"Hmm, I'm happy, my innocent wife's women instinct is quite mature." He smiled, "but it's nothing to worry until I'm with you." He covered her hand with his, "Right?" He asked. "Good!" After watching her affirmative blink, he concluded.

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After exploration of worth seeing spots, Faraan drove Noor to village Bazaar, where she bought few cashmere shawls, a small brass pitcher, a lamp (kinda Aladdin's lamp) and few locally embroidered satchels.

The people were mild tempered and very humble.

Women working in potato fields, cute children with apple cheeks, and scented atmosphere around, made both feel the same way.

Return to innocence!

Evening sun was shining behind armor of clouds.

A Qehwa (green tea) stall came in view.

He asked her about Qehwa, she nodded with excitement.

They came inside the family cabin. It was consist of 4 round tables along with chairs. Noor saw a group of female students gossiping. As they entered, someone like sprayed silence. Their eyes were fixed on NooRaan.

She being bit uncomfortable saw her hubby, who was ordering Green Tea. His back was facing the students.

A big samovar was placed on fire over indigenous stove. Its nozzle was spewing steam. Rich aroma of green tea wafting around.

"Faraan, Kublai khan!" She spoke as in dream.

Faraan lifted his eyes from newspaper, which he bought in the way, "Kublai khan?" He asked as following her gaze. She was staring at Teamaker.

"Yes, Kublai Khan, The Mongol Emperor." Her index finger was pointing at him, "There."

"Noor, do you mean Mongol Emperor is making tea for us, Amazing!" His suspiciously surprised voice.

"No, he has died." She spoke.

"Oh! Buhat afsos hoa."

(Oh! I'm sorry)

He paid condolences.

"Faraan, woh buhat pehly mar chuka hai."

(He's been dead long ago) she little bit irritated.

"So you think, Mongol Emperor's Soul is at our service - making tea for us."

His voice was elaborating his amusement.

"No, I mean, he resembles with that Mongol Emperor." This time, she saw his smile widened.

"Really, Thank God, I don't resemble with Changez Khan." He spoke scratching his stubble quite funnily.

She face palmed to hide the sheepish grin. "By the way, how do you know about Mongols?" She lifted her face, after hearing his question. "I have seen the pic in my history book." She replied.

"Impressive! He spoke and passed Noor her tea cup.

She replied nothing and took sip. Taste was priceless.

"Did you like that?" He asked about tea. "Yes, it's so good in taste." She replied as she cheered up.

"Hmmm! After all an Emperor, just made it for us." He was teasing her.

She smiled and made a fist to punch him on arm, but couldn't. She looked around and dropped her fist in her lap. Students were still interested in them. They smiled. She smiled.

After relaxing moments with tea, they were again in Bazaar.

Faraan bought two kerosene lanterns along with a Jerry Can filled with fuel. Foam mattress for floor padding and some kind of other accessories related to camping.

A Motel was facilitating the tourists there. His room was booked.

He was aiming for camping in Rama Meadows.

A road from the bazaar takes you to Rama village, and right after this village, you can reach, Rama Meadows.

Rama Meadows is beautiful and Serene Plainfield in daylight. But as soon as the sun hides behind the mountains, the landscape get a wrap of wilderness, cold. The Nanga Parbat in front and dense forests alongside create silhouettes. The darkness that prevails, to make the night sky glow. Clusters of stars can be seen.

In night this Meadow, turns into a Habitat.

Tents are pegged with different and enchanting colors, with vast greenery all around and somber sky above head.

Adventurers love this strange sensation.

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Rama Meadows:

12:30 AM.

Faraan was standing outside of the tent. A shawl was wrapped around his tall, well-built frame. He looked around for detailed view. Lanterns of the other campers merging their light to enhance visibility.

He pegged his tent quite unbeaten track. He wanted to harmonize with nature noiselessly.

"Faraan! I saw Milky way!"

He smiled at her excitement and took an upwardly glance. The vastness yet depth of starlit sky attracted him more than ever.

"I can see from the naked eye." He replied while folding his arms on his chest. At some crunch of boots, he turned at his right. A figure was lurking around on the far side of the tent. He cleared his throat purposefully and retook his previous stance.

Soon, he retrieved the phone out as his pocket brightened with a bleep.

Cedar scented breeze ruffled his hair as he was reading the text he received.

OK, Thanks. He sent a short message before tucking the phone back in his pocket.

"Faraan! Galaxy!"

He heard, Noor spoke dreamily. She was in tent, peeking into the sky. A slim refractor telescope was standing on tripod, in front of her.

Faraan stared at her. Her delicate face was appealingly innocent.

It was a night of wondrous beauty in Rama Meadow.

Stars shone out in golden splendor up above in midnight blue sky.

"I've never seen before this amount." She paused a bit, "Of Stars." She then added dreamily.

"Here, night is meant to shine the stars." He replied with slow footfalls towards the tent.

The night filled in the tent and his observing eyes flickered with concern. He lifted the lantern, bent and slid inside the camp.

"Every star is telling me, its very own story." She said poetically, still busy in stargazing.

"Hmm!" He smiled at her imagination.

"Faraan, it seems we are looking into the soul of the sky!" She finally left the telescope and spoke in his eyes.

"Off course, and you look twice as beautiful on this magical starry night." The magic itself in his voice.

Her smile enveloped by blushes soon. He was staring at her. His onyx eyes were piercing. She continued to see back in his eyes but, he was pinning her with more powerful gaze.

Moonless visage of the chiming night-and on top alluring tacenda. Few moments passed upon under mystique silence.

"You said something?" She spoke finally and in reply his deep enough " Hmmm." Simmered her. Fluttering lashes dropped at once to sweep over the cheeks. He after few seconds, slowly raised his hand and lifted her chin with his index finger. She in reply lifted the lashes heavily and looked in his eyes. He spoke nothing only his dark eloquent eyes ordered her to look into the sky. She in a trance turned her face, transferred her gaze to follow his command.

"See, that is you." He then left her chin and pointed in the sky with same finger. A Star was more twinkling!

She under magic spell of his words, batted lashes and peered in his eyes.

His lips were joined, but she heard his unspoken oath. His eyes were speaking and she listened each word in her innocent heart.

Noor felt sudden, an undulating frisson inside. She bit her lip and looked up at him. "Faraan!" A plead escaped through her lips.

"Noor." He came forward, zipped the tent shut and rubbed her back, "Feeling cold?" He asked as he saw the tip of her little nose was nearly red.

"Umm...it's quite bearable." She saw his handsome face with innocent smile, and brought herself close to him.

"You will remember this night, forever." He made her more closer to himself and wrapped his Yak's wool warm shawl around her.

"Umm... yes I will InshaAllah!" She gripped the hem of shawl and rested her back on his heated torso.

She was in duffle coat. The bobble of her hat, caressed his chin again and again.

"Easy peasy, topi wali bacchi." He spoke softly looking at her head. She smiled and snuggled more.

"Neend arahi hai?"

(Feeling sleepy) He asked and then she lifted up the frill of lashes.

"Umm..Nahi to."

Her cute denial as he listened, he bent his head, and their breath mingled.

"Aisi awazein mat nikala kero, samjhi?"

(Don't make noises like that) He whispered an inch away, then gripped her mouth inside his. He kissed her, tentatively at first and then delved deeper into her sweet mouth, she responded in kind by opening wider. His hand gripped her nape, thumb made patterns on her cheek as he was sucking her harshly inside him. Passion went on, until she put her gloved hands on his chest.

"I need air." She was breathless. Kiss turned her lips into plums.

"But I need Noor." He hissed, his breath coming in little ragged puffs of white. She shivered as he leaned more to brush his lips along the length of her face.

"This is camp, Faraan." She melted as the arrival of butterflies she felt in her stomach.

He softly squished her face. "Yeah, this is camp and I'm Faraan. Don't you have some new information?" Noor felt like goosebumps, but held his hand in her gloved ones.

"You are cold." She spoke in between little worry to care tone.

"Trust me, I'm so Hot." He puffed.

She blushed and uttered nothing, like she wasn't in the mood to say 'No' to him.

He pulled her face up, downed his own and touched their foreheads.

"Ruby lips, you have sweet tongue inside."

"My Beast, you have sweet heart inside." She was caressing his chest.

"Thrilling beauty, you tamed this Beast. Finally!"

She rested her face on his chest.

"Hmmm..." He was caressing her back.

Noor was just lost in love labyrinth. At the starting, every path, every turning, each opening, every exit. She was meeting the gist of his love.

Moments passed in a haze, then she heard him saying.

"Noor, say something." He demanded while adjusting camera towards her. He was making video diary.

"Faraan." She bit her lip and snuggled more. He smiled and looked down, "I'm turning on the Camera." As he spoke to warn her, she snuggled more.

"Suna do yaar." He kissed her gloved hand as a reinforcement.

Twinkliblush was creeping up the cheeks.

She slowly then parted and saw him above. His eager eyes fixed on her.

She cleared her throat. He touched the button. Record!

"I hear the chime of a distant bell.

Twigsome trees under spell.

Morning sun never scorch.

Like I bloom, when you touch.

Wayward to the sea, upward to the sky.

How many miles, you wanna fly.

Not a Queen, I'm duchess of Farms.

It's my kingdom, in your arms."

She stopped, but he was looking at her with same intensity.

She was looking in her lap, fumbling hands after her purest way to express love.

"Noor-e-Dil!"

As he spoke in his deep husky voice, she just reached at her melting point. He on the other second bent and nailed an imbibing kiss in between her lips.

She was flowing through the emission of emotions. When heard him saying.

"Noor, I heard a poem in my childhood and off and on for so many years. My Father used to recite this for my mother, whenever she was angry with him. I remember, she used to give him an angelic smile in the end. That meant, issue was solved."

"Please, Have me listen." She spoke and he slowly hooked her chin, "Listen, now I'm reciting it for you."

She felt his voice gone heavy yet deeper.

"She was a Phantom of delight

When first she gleamed upon my sight;

A lovely Apparition, sent

To be a moment's ornament;

Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;

Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;

But all things else about her drawn

From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;

I saw her upon nearer view,

A Spirit, yet a Woman too!

Her household motions light and free,

And steps of virgin-liberty;

A countenance in which did meet

Sweet records, promises as sweet;

For transient sorrows, simple wiles,

Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

And now I see with eye serene.

The very pulse of the machine.

The reason firm, the temperate will,

Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;

A perfect Woman, nobly planned,

To warn, to comfort, and command;

And yet a Spirit still, and bright

With something of angelic light."

He stopped.

"Beautiful!" She was in awe. "Thank you!" He smiled at her and poured some coffee from the flask. "Heritage, you know."

"Do you miss them?" She asked at once.

He didn't smile this time but sipped his coffee, eyes on her.

"Faraan," she bit inner flesh of her bottom lip." Tell me, if you miss your Mother." She asked as she saw him sipping broodily.

"Hmmm!" He put cup aside, "Mother is Morning sun, Noor! A day definitely comes after night but sunless, if your mother isn't around." His eyes brushed her face softly. as to console her soul.

"Faraan!" She moved ahead and hugged him so tightly and closed her eyes. Letting mingle the heartbeats, she sobbed in his chest. "Don't cry, Noor." As he spoke, tears broke the fence of lashes and streamed down her cheeks.

"Listen, Why don't you demand. Why don't you ask me to let you meet your Mom?" He spoke over her head.

"Far-aan." She spoke while feeling the warmth of his chest. "They live abroad, so-"

"They don't live on Moon, do they?" He cupped her face and asked gazing in her tearful eyes. "No." She denied with her lip-chin quivering.

"We are going to meet them today." He wiped her tears with his thumbs.

"Really?" She smiled with drenched lashes, like after rain-dewy sunlight shines behind clouds.

"Yes, a Beast's promise." He was imbibing her in his chest as he again filled her in his arms.

"But the trouble is... I will miss my innocent wife, terribly."

He spoke on her head.

"I will not let you miss, I will talk to you daily." She spoke. His shade of love, was oh so healing. She started missing him already.

"I Love you." She spoke in a sudden trance. Emitted, what she felt.

"But, I don't love you." He spoke. Closed eyes of Noor, snapped open. In lack of belief, she lifted her head to see him. "Indeed, I adore you." He delivered there enigmatically and pulled her hat. Hair captured in ponytail spread over the shoulder. He deliberately dove his hand into her hair, framed her face. His thumb reaching the lips of her. She demurely smiled and downed the lashes while reading that demand written in his eyes.

"Oops! I have dampened your shirt," She saw and rubbed the tear stains on his chest, with her finger. "You are dampening more of the things." He spoke while rubbing her lower lip and Noor let out a giggle.

"Which things?" She asked innocently with a cute smile playing on her face.

"Shall I show?" He bored eyes in hers as he spoke in a whisper.

"No!" She fell on his chest. A super realization hit her, poked her.

"Ok, don't scare." His warm breath danced on her neck as he stretched his arm to turned down the wick of the lantern.

"Faraan." She managed to get out in a breathless chant. "You're so warm." He whispered in a strained voice as he trailed down the kisses from chin to the neckline. "My favorite couple." He was feeling the plush of her beauty within gentle squeezing.

When he slipped his other hand on her leg, "Faraan." She shuddered. "Easy, baby," He encouraged her as she clung to him.

"Listen to you, Bride! It's my Bribe, I will survive happily for one week."

She blushed in darkness, but unknowingly within no time, she got on top of him His masculine musk, she kissed his neck and fell on his chest, she inhaled and kissed the spot as she snuggled.

"Te extrañaré mucho."

(I will miss you so much)

He fisted his hands in her hair and pulled above. Gave her a long, wet kiss. She sobbed into his mouth. He growled and his hand, clenched around her hip.

"Faraan!" She gasped.

"Cocaine! You wanna stay here, or shall we move to Motel?"

His whisper. Desire with care.

"Please, Motel."

~°°°°°~

Next Morning at 11:00'clock, A Chartered Jet took its flight off from Skardu Airport.

Noor in Green Scarf, face glowed as she watched out of the window.

Beautiful valleys, Lakes, Mountains. She bid a farewell to all of them and rested her head on the seatback.

Hmmm..

She slightly turned and saw him busy with his Notebook.

'YaAllah, Give him my life too,'

She secretly prayed to her Allah and closed her eyes.

Jet was smoothly flying to Qatar.