Epilogue
Menorca Island:
9 AM
"Faraan! Come inside, I'm going to set the table." She called him.
"Where is the crew?" He asked as he lids down his notebook.
"I told them to go." She came closer with grass susurrated under her feet. "And why is so?" He stood up from the umbrella table.
"I will serve you by myself." She approached near — looked up at him with love.
Sinking in her shinier eyes for a moment, he put his knuckles on her supple cheek, who was glowing in the shiny bright morning of the Menorca Island. "You're an enchantress." He was caressing in a passionate way.
"Faraan, there must be people around." She stepped back shyly.
"No chance, I chose this Island because I knew, it is off the beaten track — and would give us some much-needed solitude."
"This is so dreamy." She felt so perked up, as Faraan grasped her both hands, kissed on – then pulled her close.
"This is the best-kept secret in the Mediterranean, which my nomadic soul dugout." She listened to him, in amazement while looking around, within the circle of his arms. He was behind.
Rejecting the idea to stay at some of a luxury hotel, he hired a cottage for spending a beautiful time on Menorca. The Island has unspoiled, idyllic, glistening sand, turquoise water, with its caves and lush woodland.
"You love nature, right?" She asked him above. He was leaning on her, as his chin was softly dipped on her head.
"I actually like being bohemian–wild! You know Africa?!" He accentuated on the continent.
"Now, I know, why you are a Beast." She was giggling and his arms tightened around her waist. "Opss!" She stopped.
Faraan who was amused at her pure innocence felt a spark.
She woke the Beast up.
"Ah!" She gasped when in a flick, he carried her on his shoulder, "Beast is hungry! Do him a favor." He was striding inside the beautiful cottage, surrounded by holm oak and wild olive trees.
"Breakfast is in the kitchen!" She yelled to see him turning towards the short corridor leading to the bedroom.
"I am gonna break my two weeks long fast in the bedroom." He said while opening the bedroom door.
He was right. Beside one week, Noor spent two weeks with her Mom and Bhai. He was stuck in China for a few meetings with manufacturers. After finalizing some deals, he didn't look here and there but took an immediate flight to Doha. The trip to Menorca, he had already planned, so his stay at in-laws was only for a few hours. Although, It was very lovely to see relatives around with high respect and hospitalities. In a family gathering, they barely got private time – just a kiss! A hug! That's all.
And it's another tale that all the time, Queen of his Heart was shying like he's just a fiancé.
"I've been thinking about this moment all night but you were sleeping as tsetse fly had bitten you. Unconscious!" He made her stand on the timber floor.
"I'm sorry, actually a night before I was completely sleepless. In the day time, I became restless as you were coming." She glossed her lips with her tongue, fumbling with creamy fingers, she was on seductive mode. He saw those cherries yet antics more possessively, "So, now what should I derive from this?" After locking the door he turned. She bit her lip and gave reasons to her heart to be calm. "It's simple, I found peace in your arms." She was very much aware of his desperation, so confessed innocently.
"Legit!" He smiled as he undid the first two buttons of his shirt. "So you missed?" He sauntered.
"Yes, a lot!" She with a pert node of her head.
"Then why don't you leave behind this shyness?" He with passion floating in his eyes.
"Actually, ummh." She eyed him demurely but the betraying twinkle in those brown depths told the truth even more clearly.
He advanced more with giving a ruffling hand to his hair. "Resistance is futile, I know the damn date." In a smooth swish, he gripped her wrists and pushed her on the bed. As she bounced, he got on top of her. Caging her both arm above her head, "You've got me so riled up. Baby, I want you so bad!" His voice prodigiously heavy, His eyes like flaming torches.
Mesmerized, there she waited with anticipation.
"You enjoy teasing me?" He whispered as he slowly leaned forward. "No. Why would I?" She blushed, nodded–pouted. "My duckling! You do." His knee pressed onto the mattress between her legs, spreading them wider in a flick. "Faraan." She gasped but he snared her mouth — pressing her body under his weight, he felt her writhing in total submission. "I'm in the Beast mode, Beauty." She heard his dark whisper then.
The cottage of the Island was surrounded by trees, facilitating the duo with complete seclusion.
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"The temperature is ideal for strolling around the coastal paths. How about going for a walk?" He asked while looking at her shiny lashes.
"Sure why not." She put her cup down and gripped the edge of the breakfast table. Faraan was forking the scrambled egg with buttered olive bread, She stood up as felt bile rising. "Where?" He asked.
"I'm coming." She replied and went towards the bedroom with an unnoticeable hurry.
'YaAllah! We are on a happy tour, please don't let me fall sick. My husband is caring but I don't want to spoil the time. So, maybe his mood.'
She prayed as she got out of the washroom. Pat dried her face — coated bubblegum pink lipstick and left the bedroom.
"There are museums, Art galleries — if you have an interest, we'll go there." He was sipping his coffee.
"I'm happy, even if you take me beyond the horizon." She replied poetically while looking at his handsome face, who was glowing with immense satisfaction.
"If you keep warbling like that, you will have to pay the price." Faraan threatened her.
"What price?" She...
"You will end up in bed." He...
She facepalmed, yet blushed.
'a leopard never changes his spot.' she thought.
"You eat like bird, try this." He put the brioche platter in front of her. "I'm full," She stood up to bring frail basket laid on the beach table.
As she picked and walked past him. He grasped on her wrist at once. "You suit here." He made her sit on his lap. She was like a doll fixed in her wide seat. "Wanna say something?" He felt something in those innocent pools, which served the windows to her soul. She nodded and damp locks came slipping at the front, which he brushed away and caressed her jawline with his thumb pad. She smiled and looked down in the basket.
"What do you wanna eat?" He searched in the basket. "Strawberry!" She replied and Faraan picked the healthiest one, "open your mouth."
He fed her. She was munching slowly — the sweet and sour strawberry. It felt good for the queasiness. "You must be tired, hmm." He was caressing her thighs. She blushed but asked. "What do you want to eat?"
"You!" He replied.
"I'm asking about fruit in the basket." She ogled her eyes on him.
"Ok figs!" He.
"Open your mouth." She.
As he opened, she bit the corner of her lip, chose the least ripe strawberry, and put inside his mouth.
His mouth still open. She stared yet astonished. "Close your mouth." She pressed his jaw up by placing a hand under his chin.
He closed. But still like a statue. She suppressing her laughter, "Mr. Robot, now start chewing!"
"Argh! What this? That's not fig. Is it Imli (tamarind)?!" His eyes nearly closed with sourness, his mouth curled.
Strawberry was too sour.
Noor got into fits of laughter. "Ahahaha----"
Her laughter came into a halt, as she found herself seized, gathered in his arms.
"Pranky!" He gripped her waist then, she knew what his next move would be. "These grapes aren't sour." He cradled her face with his other hand caught her petals in his hungry mouth.
The kiss was slow and deliberate, a torment of sensuality.
"Ahmm." She moaned with arms around his neck. The gentle pressure of his mouth was imbibing into her soul. She felt their noses fighting — tilting her head on a side, she tuned him for maximum exploration.
His phone then rang.
The slow, easy kiss became frenzied when Noor tried to pull away.
She sighed in his mouth and wriggled much, in need to breathe.
He then elastically pulled away, "damn phone!" Muttering, he checked the caller.
"Señora, we must catch the boat at the shore."
He checked his intensity on her lips and swiped to green.
She was all flushed and panting.
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Watching the gulls sailing on the breeze along the bluff, she wetted her dry lips. She prayed silently, as she tried to move nausea rolled through her belly.
Deck creaked, alarmed someone coming. She turned.
"Hi!" This was a buxom lady, in deep v neck top and cycling liner shorts.
"Hello! Noor paid the gestures back. "Fresh!" Woman's arm spread like wings, was looking at Noor for confirmation.
"Yes, it is," Noor replied to her with a forced smile.
"You Arabic?" She asked while coming closer.
"No, I'm not," Noor replied and turned to see Faraan. He was standing a few feet away, talking on his phone.
"Hi, I'm Isabelle, I play bandoneon in buses and subways in the offseason. My husband Antonio has his own Tango orchestra, I'm a mother of three. One from former, two from Antonio." She placed a professional smile.
"N-Nice, but why are you telling me all this?" Noor was just unable to find any clue of her inept bantering.
"We do tell, it's kinda introduction." The woman was fidgeting now in her handbag, "you can find brilliant art here." She flipped up the brochure, "This gallery has Art's Masterpieces, but nude!" She put the finger on one of the mentioned monument looking structures.
"Oh, thank you for informing this!" She composed herself in time as she little freaked out to hear.
The boat was anchored at the bay and continuously in motion. Up and down as the tides were high. This was making her feeling like to puke.
"I can guide you more. My fee is 50 € half-day." Women came to the point finally.
"Oh well, you are a guide, tell me why people here feeling like to-" Noor suppressed a retch.
"Travelling is one of the royal hobbies. In today's ultra-busy and stressful world, sometimes we need something relaxing, something to help tranquilize us-. Hey! What happened?" The woman who was speaking rote words exclaimed at her suddenly pale face.
Noor's grip went tightened on the railing. She didn't want to soil the water either boat deck. She pressed hard her mouth with her palm, the surging bile doubling her over.
Meantime, Faraan cut his talk, shoving phone in the pocket, he turned — and dashed towards them. "What happened?!" He scanned the woman with suspicious eyes.
"Faraa-" She couldn't complete and after a loud retch, she puked on his shirt.
"Noor!" He held her in arms. "I'm sor-ry." She was worriedly looking at his face then a shirt with tearful eyes. "It's OK," he turned towards the woman, "What were you doing near my wife?" He glared daggers at the woman, whose jaw dropped at the sudden accusation.
"No, she didn't-" Noor tried to clarify, but another retch.
All of a sudden what happened to her. He deemed glancing through her pale face. Super tensed, he looked around for a moment— carried her in arms and stormed towards the family cabin downstairs.
"Hey! I'm a guide!" The woman punched in the air, "Man! Your little wife is pregnant!"
Buxom woman's voice followed them.
She loudly mimed the retch and muttered in Catalan. "Oh, méu déu! no tenen condons al seu comtat.'
(0h my gosh! They don't have condo*s in their country)
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[Mood changes during pregnancy can be caused by physical stresses, fatigue, changes in your metabolism, or by the hormones estrogen and progesterone. Mood swings are mostly experienced during the between 6 to 10 weeks and then again in the third trimester as your body prepares for birth]
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First Trimester:
It was 11 something o'clock.
Faraan entered in the hallway, he walked past the lounge but stopped in his tracks for what caught his eyes. Noor was there — in the living room.
He came closer without any sound. She was covered in a wide veil — hands were raised in pray style. She was doing supplications after prayer. It was the end of her third month, so difficult to sit on the prayer mat.
He sighed softly and slowly sat beside her. With her closed eyes, she was glowing with sacred inner beauty.
He was in trance. Every stir of her lips was like heaven to see.
He remembered her mother who had a complaint of joints pain, used to pray here. Same place. At the edge of her favorite table.
The octagonal brass inlaid coffee table was the last remaining item of his mother's dowry. She loved this table so much as it was related to her sweet memories.
He was lost in thoughts when Noor blew on him and then on her belly.
She smiled at him.
"Ass'alamuAlaikum!"
"Wa'alaikum'assalam! Had dinner?" He asked after replying.
She nodded. "Will you again come late, tomorrow?" She asked innocently.
"No," He grasped her pert chin.
"Promise?!" She fluttered lashes at him.
"Yeah, a gentle beast's promise." He pinched her throat.
She giggled, Faraan reminded something.
"Did your friend come?"
He asked while unbuttoning his sleeves.
"Yes, she stayed for the whole day. We enjoyed ourselves a lot. Rudaba is my one and only bestie." Noor spoke with a pure smile.
"That's great! I'm sure you had shown the best hospitalities." He watched his little wife's innocent face affectionately.
"Yes, she was saying, you are a perfect housewife." She replied humbly.
"So you are...no doubts." He paused for a moment then asked while looking into her wine eyes, "is there anything, you crave, like a pickle?" He asked interestingly.
"Ice cream." She spoke while scraping carpet with her dainty toenail.
"OK. Here I come, I am your serving boy." She giggled and corrected. "Man!"
Noor saw her hubby was pretty good in serving as an ice cream bowl was just perfectly filled.
"Thank you." The thankfulness in her voice made crept a beatific smile on his face 'The rareness of her innocence, so irresistible.'
"Wanna go somewhere? Such as long drive." He asked his wife, who was eagerly munching on wafers. "No." She denied and raised a spoonful ice cream at him. He opened his mouth — Noor giggled and put the spoon inside her mouth. "I'm greedy, I won't give you." She put again a loaded spoon in her mouth.
“By the way, this is my third bowl!" She playfully informed as she landed one more spoon in her mouth.
"As you crave," He pulled her into himself and invaded her mouth before Ice Cream melts on her tastebuds. "I crave for you!" He was nibbling the cherries.
She giggled. He pulled away. "There must be sweet teeth inside!" He caressed her belly. She again giggled put this time loaded spoon in his mouth.
He was watching lovingly her craving, then searched in his pocket and produced out a giant chocolate bar.
"Chocolate!" Her eyes lit up. "How do you know?" She asked while putting the bowl down on the table. "Revelation, I guess." He replied as he tore the wrapper.
"You are the best hubby." She hugged him, then pulled away. "Now as a reward, I will share it with you." She broke one block and put it inside his mouth.
"Thanks, Ma'am, you are so generous." He spoke while munching on.
Noor was enjoying while giggling along.
The next moment she was in his arms — marching through across the lounge, he was climbing up the stairs.
"You are sitting for so long, babies need to stretch."
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Second trimester:
"Here! your tie."
Faraan saw she was holding multiple ties hanging in her hand.
After lacing up his shoes, he got up with gallant appeal on his face. "I need one, Noor."
Noor smiled and moved ahead with little steps. "Who's gonna tie you all these, just choose one." She spoke with a piquant scrunch of her nose. The voice like dripping smiles into the ears. "Hmm! Good idea! Now come on, try your choice on me."
He turned to the dressing mirror, invited her while buttoning up his sleeves. She was batting lashes in reply.
"What happened guddi?" He asked from her reflection. She saw his bare chest for a moment, "Faraan, I don't know how to tie, a tie."
"Really?" He asked a bit of amaze. The conversation was going on with each other's reflection.
"Yes. Heran mat ho. Mai ny konsa kabhi tie pehni hai."
(Don't be surprised, because I haven't worn a tie ever)
"Hmm! I haven't worn a Bra ever but I even know how to wear." He was now spraying his cologne.
"What would be your size, then?" Came a quick question out of her mouth.
"My size?" He put the cologne bottle down on the table and turned fully towards her, who was looking at him with an impish glint in her eyes. "Well! Exactly what size of mine, you wanna find out?" He grabbed her waist to pull her closer. The ties slipped out of her hand, piled up on the floor. Resting both of her hands on his chest she breathed heavily, hence a twinge of red appeared in her cheeks.
"Tell me." He whispered at her head. His virile charisma was truly infectious. "Umm." She nodded in trance, his cologne was applying another charm. "What umm?" He pulled her face up. "Ah!" She gasped and in a daze blinked rapidly. "These are bedtime items that you are planning in broad daylight." He looked in her eyes then on plump full petals.
"If a wife gets a morning hug from her hubby, she remains fresh, all day long." With this, she wound her arms around him. He squeezed her in him. She was nuzzling into her property. He was kissing down on her beautiful head.
"Ow!" All of a sudden, she flinched. "What?" He bent on her. She lifted her head, eyes wide, sparkles inside —she whispered. "Kick!"
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Another Day:
"Bend!"
She ordered her suited booted Man.
"OK, if you say so." He moved forward with his most of inveigling smile.
His chin, lips, nose, and forehead were peppered with chaste, little kisses before she worked her way around to his jawline and nibbled on his earlobe.
"Woman! Wanna eat me alive?"
Faraan softly controlled his hormonal wife, as she tried to bite on his stubbled jaw.
"It's so crunchy, you know." She pouted.
"You should ease yourself with some crackers." He looked at Noor with all shades of love. A smile just erupted on his face, as his gaze automatically fell on her turgid belly. It shaped like an elliptical ball.
"Why don't you understand?" She got up on her toes and garlanded her arms around his neck, "Babies are craving for their father." She whispered and eyes were twinkling with divine mirth.
"When is your appointment?" He asked about her monthly visit to the doctor.
"Day after tomorrow, but there is too much movement today." She briefed him.
"Movement is good sign begum, take is easy." He said caressing her belly sides. "Don't stand for so long." He then took her to bed and carefully laid her down.
"Tell me, how do you know all? As you sound like my mother." She asked while holding his hand.
He looked down at her, who was looking above at him with her beautiful doe eyes.
"Hmm!" He smiled sober way and sat down beside her, "Noor, this is simple and basic knowledge about pregnancy, which every husband should know."
"Whom you asked these?" She was softly playing with his French cuff.
"It's available online. A very renowned site about pregnancy has published many articles for first time Fathers. All written by authentic gynecologists."
"Really?" She was amazed. "Why for fathers? They don't get pregnant!" She nodded while emphasizing the last word. His lips curved upward in a beautiful way, he looked into her eyes for few seconds, "Yeah, obviously — but they do impregnate! Now rest your back against the pillows."
He watched baby blushika with amused eyes and softly pushed her back after arranging pillows behind her.
"Eh! Faraan, look!" She was pointing at her belly, with eyes, where some tremors were being occurred beneath the fabric.
He pulled up her shirt. Her belly button popped up at once. Round belly was feeling like a playground for the little ones inside.
He moved down with eager etched in his eyes. A vivid smile suited his handsome face most.
"Hey, basketball team inside!" He caressed her belly, "your father is more than impatient to meet you, got it?" As belly shuddered in reply, "Whoa! Quick response!" He confirmed Noor, with a bright smile.
She giggled a bit and closed her eyes in a trance. Father was kissing his babies, still in the womb.
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Third Trimester:
"Noor, I'm going to stay late in the office. My PA has arranged a conference call with foreign delegates." He informed.
"Right." She replied meekly. "Don't skip dinner and medicine." He asked pondering on her tone. "Yes." She replied.
"I love you my supportive kind of wife." A whit of a smile touched her lips. "I love you too my businessman kind of husband."
A little sarcasm amused him.
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At 12 Am.., "Tomorrow is your final appointment with the doctor."
She bit her lip in the effort to sit straight in bed. Her Shoulders were badly aching.
"You wanna sit?" He came closer after loosening his tie. "Yes." She was panting.
"Only a few days to go." He sat in front after easing her up. She gave him a tired smile. He patted her dry cheeks. "You ?" He asked. "No," I am bored of being resting whale." He was brushing his thumb pad on those chapped petals. "My brave little lady! That's why you have been awarded heaven under your feet."
He was caressing her soles.
His touches, yet words made her want to cry.
His love was making her delirious, vulnerable.
"You had dinner?" He even knew but wanted to listen to her sweet voice. She was looking so quiet.
"Umm... Yes." She nodded glumly.
"Had your bath?" He tucked long loose tress behind her ear and watched her top to toe, then traced back his gaze. She was in the same dress in which he left her in the morning.
It was mid of her 38th week. Nausea, shoulder pain, violent heartburn — leg cramps made her battered.
"No." She simply nodded again. Her eyes on her husband. All she wanna see him ease her pain.
"You look super dull. C'mon!" He carried her from the bed. "Where?" She asked feebly. "I'm gonna give you a shower. You will feel better."
"Faraan! She spoke while putting a hand on his face. "I was just feeling heartburn."
"I'm sure you had taken your cold milk then?" He asked. She watched his chin and nodded in the chest.
"Sit here!" He made her sit on the shower chair. He was still in office shirt, only his folded sleeves were making him look casual. "Arms above your head." As he spoke, she followed and suppressed an escaped whimper. He slowly pulled her loose maternity maxi off her head and then unclasped her bra. After mixing the water in the best combination for her sensitivity, he turned on the faucets.
As water contacted her skin, she bit her lip. "Is the warmth OK?" He asked while opening her unkempt tawny braid. She only nodded while shutting her lids. She trembled ever so slightly as his fingers skimmed across her skin to sway her locks away from her back, to apply shower foam there. He was fairly mild as he draws a scrub line from her nape to hipline. He noticed her shoulder blades were prominent with each of her stir. "Noor, easy." He made her leaned back at the chair's backrest. Now he was in front. "Give me arm." She slowly lifted her arm at him. "I told you that I might be late." He was running the pad slowly on her arm. "It's OK. I was sleeping." She replied. "Look your little hands are so swollen." He was concerned for his fragile wife's twins pregnancy.
She saw him as he moved the pad to her bosom. "Faraan." She uttered when his gentle scrubbing was going through her bosom in circular motions. "Yes!" He replied like he is busy in some important meeting. "You must be tired?" She spoke her voice shaking. "No, I'm not. I'm all fresh." He was gently rubbing the belly round.
"Faraan?" She called him again. "Hmm." He only hummed softly. "If I.... die while giving.....birth, will you........ remarry?" She asked as a pile of tears gulping down. There was a pathos in the sweet voice, yet low and tremulous, that went direct to the hearts.
"Noor!" He stopped. Loofah pad dropped down of his hand. He in a swish went on his knees, cupped her face at once. "Never emit this again." He growled as shook her face. She saw his jaw clenched and eyes gone narrowed yet red. She was heavily breathing on account of her full-term pregnant body. "You won't leave me ever!" He again shook her. "Got it!" His face was changing expressions accordingly. Hurt to anger — to adore!
"Faraan!" Noor gasped as she was clad in foamy lather and her husband was madly gazing into her eyes. "I won't!" She uttered only in a rasp.
He brought his face near and kissed her forehead multiple times. Her lashes fluttered closed — but snapped open as he breathed out slowly, "Stupid woman!"
"This isn't a good name!" She whined.
He smiled at her form, then slowly drew his index finger to her belly and wrote in cursive, "Cream Pie!"
She looked down to read then snatched the loofah from his hand. "Button kholiye!" She ordered.
(Undo your buttons)
"Which buttons?" He asked. A whit of beam glowed in his eyes.
"Of course, Shirt," she pointed at his chest. "I think you don't have buttons in your pant!" The light sarcasm touched heavily the manly muscles He smirked and undid the buttons. "Ok, now." He came closer to provide her ease. She then slowly brushed loofah east to west — west to eat, on his vigorous chest. She sighed as a thin layer of foam just gone applied.
He was behaving like a Greek statue in the middle of some fountain. She smiled at his unwavering expression and handed him loofah back. "Hold it." He quietly kept watching her stunts. "OK."
On the left bulge of his chest, she wrote something in the lather with a finger.
"What you wrote?" He asked as his muscles flexed.
"Guess!" She placed a hand on his bristle cheek and smiled playfully. "Hmm. It must be a question of algebra." He guessed.
"Wrong answer, it's Noor. N. O. O. R." She spelled, "Now tell me who is Noor?" She asked like a kindergarten teacher.
"My Everything!" The words rolled out of his mouth in a husk. The pregnant woman felt a blush creeping over her belly to bosom and more up to reach it's the destination.
He caressed her foam tainted cheeks with pure love. "Faraan." She mumbled.
"Noor e Faraan, playtime over, now get back to work."
He smiled and saw his undone work with the eye of a critic. "Hmm." He picked again that loofah pad and started his task at hand. While scrubbing her thighs, "Hello Kitty!" He said pleasantry to...
Noor blushed as she saw his center of attention. She clenched her legs under her full moon round belly.
"Ah, what can a poor guy do to his wife with 9 months full grown belly?" He like pitying himself. Noor giggled as he swept the loofah her calves to feet.
"I'm gonna clean you." He turned on the shower faucet.
"Faraan!" She was getting red. He was husband! Fully aware of her anatomy! Not an inch of her body was left which he never explored — but still, she had a lot to do with her shyness.
The shower was surrounded by stained glass. He was cleaning his wife for a final visit to the doctor the next day.
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"Now you are looking fresh as a daisy!" He spoke while rubbing his head against the towel. She was in bed in with a bathrobe on. He just came out in sweatpants after taking a shower. His shirtless body was screaming masculinity. After brushing his hair he eventually picked the calamine lotion — after turning off the lights, he came towards bed.
"Noor!" He opened the loose knot and swept down the robe from her shoulders.
"Why do you care me like that?" She asked as her eyes traveling over his well-toned chest. She missed the sleeping on, as her belly find it impossible. She put her swollen hand on his broad shoulder and traced a path along the veins of his muscular forearm.
"Because you are precious." He softly replied. "I'm incomplete without you." She spoke while holding his hand. Those lips were trembling. He smiled at her innocent confession, "and I'm completed with you." He slowly squirts some lotion on his palm and applied gently on her shoulders.
She was overwhelmed. After applying thoroughly yet generously at the front, belly round, pelvic area, and thighs, "Lay down and turn aside." He spoke as he brought her pillows in her range. Now her skin from the back was being devoured by lotion and his gentle touches.
'His hands are so rough but when he touches me, it feels so gentle, why?'
She wondered with closed eyes.
He was spreading cover over her.
"Noor, give me 15 minutes, I have some lists to be checked, I'm in studies." He got up from bed —informed her while picking up his phone.
"Please stay!" She pleaded with slit corners of the shutters.
"Hmm." His eyes traced her fetal form all the way up to her head. "Ok, I'm here, give me two minutes." "Umm." She nodded. He after a few minutes of business in his phone got on the bed and tucked himself with her under covers.
"Faraan!" She opened her eyes, after feeling so secure by his presence behind. He softly asked. "Yes, do you need anything?"
"Err...I need you to kiss me!" She demanded dulcetly.
He, who was laying straight — slowly spooned her. Sniffing in her damp locks, he chased the red mole. "Beauty! don't behave like a Beast." He murmured. She blushed but acted irritated, "I asked for a kiss only!"
"And you know it very well – A Kiss makes my buddy hard for you in a nanosecond." He whispered and she blushed more in pillows.
She shuddered when he grazed her Shoulders. 'Opss his stubble pricks in a teasing way.' She mentally moaned and pushed herself behind more to bump into him.
"Where are you going, baby?" He felt a twitch where it should be. "Nowhere, just getting close to my hubby." She replied in a childlike voice. "Ahm, I think that cute, little, velvety, rosy tush of yours don't know the consequences." He sighed and lightly gripped the bottom cheek of her. She giggled, "Aren't so many adjectives here?"
"I have ordered an edible dictionary." He was slowly caressing all the way in a circular motion. "Edible dictionary?" She finally opened her eyes to ask.
"Yeah, then there will be no need to learn adjectives to praise you!"
She chuckled and he smiled at his efforts to swing her mood in a good place—then cooed over her shoulder. "Kaha tha na acha shohar hoo mai!"
(Didn't tell you that I'm good husband)
She cheekily smiled — spoke nothing but went in ecstatic mode, as he started the voyage from her thighs — to hip hump. His gentle heated caressed was repairing every sore muscle.
"If you ever feel the slightest contraction, shoot me a call right there." He was now raking his wife's twins keeping belly from the behind. "Umm... OK." She nodded.
"Noor." His hand crept across her ribs, to the front but avoided to fondle with. "Pain here?" For about a month, she was having slight discharge – like gooey substance through nipples.
"There is no pain, no worry when you're around." She replied in a euphoric tone. He exhaled a long content breath over her nape. Her body stiffened but gradually turned to relax, as he started chastening her creamy back. His open mouth kisses never missed an inch.
"Please!" She moaned as he created heat on her Venus dimples.
Soon her body gave up. As sweet caressing made her feel very light.
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At 5 something Am.
She felt something very weird feeling between her legs.
She turned and whimpered...
Faraan took turns to her side. "What is it, Noor?"
"I-I need to go to the washroom." She was panicking.
Faraan scrambled out of bed in an urgent way. "Give me a hand." He then slowly carried her out. Her legs were badly trembling as he placed slipper near her feet.
"Oops! Faraan." She gasped.
"The time approached." He looked worriedly at the stream flowing down between her legs.
Her water broke.....
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Doha, Qatar.
Friday morning...
———
"Son, that's better you are up, I want to talk to you." Mom entered in Saalar's room.
He was scrolling down on his laptop. "What is it, Mom?" He asked with concern.
"Son, You busy? Even on Friday." Mom asked lovingly. "Mother, I was just watching an album of our older days. How happy we were." Mom sat beside him, "Mom, look here, our doll is blowing a raspberry and I caught the moment in camera." He turned the screen to his mother.
Mother's face traced with a beautiful smile, she too felt like lost in beautiful memories.
"Why I'm so ungrateful to God, Mother?" He lids down the screen as his eyes fixed on the mother's face, "the light in my life is my innocent sister and you Mother—I just forgot that. How could I do such stupid things in my life?"
"Salaar!" Mom patted his shoulder. "MashaAllah! She is so happy."
"Hail to My ex. Boss. He isn't insane like me. He protected my innocent soul, but as a brother, I couldn't."
"Your remorse is bootless. She loves him." Salaar stared at Mother's gleaming face. He wanted to listen more. "You remember? When Faraan left her here with us for a week, he was going to Malaysia for his business purposes." Mom asked. "Yes Mom, I remember, it happened about 2 months back," Salaar confirmed.
"You know she felt to be happy only for two days. Afterwards, she seemed to be lost, sometimes. But when he used to call, you can't imagine; the rainbow influx in her eyes — roses bloomed on her cheeks."
Mom was narrating the true story of Noor.
"My sister is enough sweet soul to attract or create whatever it needs for all-around happiness and wellbeing." Salaar transmitted his love for his sister in words. Mom was smiling under deep contentment. "Son, actually, I came to ask you, when are you conforming to my ticket? Her due date is getting closer." Salaar downed his face for a second then looked above. "InshaAllah today."
Mom smiled. "MashaAllah! My fragile child is bearing twins." She was grateful to Allah.
"MashaAllah! My baby sister will become mama of babies." His eyes flashed as voice rasped in the end.
"Yes Alhamdulillah!" Mom kept praying silently in heart, "Son! Although I have bought nearly everything thing for little ones. But there is I'm feeling to buy for the parents too."
"Sure maa, its superb idea." Salaar smiled at the term parents.
"Will you take me to Souq Waqif?"
[Souq Waqif is a market in Doha. It is noted for selling traditional garments, spices, handicrafts, and souvenirs. The area is very popular with locals and expats alike.]
"Anytime Mom, better take Rua with you, she can interact more fluently." Salaar suggested.
"Yes, very good idea!" Mom was excited.
"Just be a happy mother! I want to see you both happy forever."
"Alhamdulillah! I am happy my son!" Mother caressed his head. "But only one thing worries me." She stopped and removed her specs.
"Say it, Mother." He pecked on her hand.
"Salaar beta! I want you to get married." She placed her palm on his cheek.
"Mom-"
"Is it that difficult, Son?" Mother cut him off with a question.
"No mother! This isn't like that but still, I find my heart incapable to accept someone." He confided his fears to his mother.
"So, will your heart allow you when I won't be here? When I'm gone to my final abode!"
Mom asked with such a broken way that Salaar stood up at once. On the very next moment, he was dashing down to the floor, kneeling in front of her. "Mother!" He gripped her hands. She was quiet. "Maa! I request! Please don't talk like that in the future." Mom turned her face to the side, averting him. Salaar felt a tight punch in the heart.
"Sweet Maa! Please look at me." He spoke softly but Mother kept looking away. He turned her face to himself, "Find the girl, I'm ready for the marriage!" Mom put on specs and saw his face as not believing in him. He continued to speak. "But the girl should be as pretty as you were at a young age." Mom couldn't resist a smile this time. "My Father was the luckiest person." He then added naughtily.
"Chal baysharam!"
(You shameless)
She pinched his cheek, and he laughed to see the Mother's flushed face.
"Ukhti!"
Mom heard Rua calling her. She looked down her son's head in her lap—caressing his hair she was feeling the peace of mind that he was finally on the track.
"Ukhti!" Eventually, Rua came at the threshold and smiled at the scene.
Mom asked with eyes. 'what happened?!'
Rua gestured like she is stirring ladle in the air. The way she did was so funny that Mom couldn't confine the smile. She nodded affirmatively as she understood what's she gonna try to say.
Salaar lifted his head from Mother's lap as he heard Rua too.
Ass'alamuAlaikum! Aunt Rua!" He stood up and greeted the lady. She smiled and came inside.
"Wa'alaikum'assalam, abnay!" She replied in her Egyptian accent.
"Ukhti! Is everything alright? Tell me."
Rua was the housekeeper. Salaar hired her from an agency for the house chores as his Mother was a patient of high blood pressure. Rua was Egyptian. She was brilliant by health — although she was in her 50s. She was well experienced with Pakistani food. As she served at the Pakistani embassy for many years.
She loved this small family, which was ultimately civil, supportive, humble, yet thankful!
"Oh no, Rua! Alhamdulillah! I'm fine. In fact, I'm so happy today." As Rua heard, her face lit up with a bright smile.
"Alhamdulillah! Ukhti, يومك مبارك!"
(Have a blessed day)
Mom smiled at her query held eyes, "Rua, My son! He is going to marry soon. Now very soon. InshaAllah!" Mom's face was adorned with multiple laugh lines.
"MashaAllah! Ukhti, Who is the fortunate girl?" Rua looked at Salaar who was unnecessarily busy on his phone. His lips pursed but in a positive way.
"Still to find!" Mom said so light-heartedly.
"Abni! I will find you an Egyptian beauty." Rua said enthusiastically to Salaar.
"I don't want Cleopatra, Aunt Rua!" Salaar put his phone aside and leaned back on the sofa while clasping hands behind his head. Both women laughed at his innovation.
"Abni! tell us your demand, we both sisters will be finishing this task soon." Rua held Mom with her weak shoulders.
"Well!" He cleared his throat. Both of the women stared at Salaar with curious eyes, like he will demand Moon.
"I'm not high in demand just find a girl who is understanding, kind-hearted, who accept this family as her own. All I want, this!" He sealed his statement.
Mom and Rua smiled at each other. Rua spoke after winking at Mom.
"I know, boys like long hair, white skin. I know a girl who's hair is as long as-" she stopped to find an example. "As river Nile!" Salaar completed the complement. There was laughter again.
After some happy chit chat, Mom directed, "Rua, today make something different." She watched her son's face to put his demand if any. "I mean some combo dishes —and don't forget the dessert."
Mom was beaming with happiness. Rua smiled at Mom, whom she started to treat as a sister. "So, what about the pudding of custard apple?" Rua asked about her specialty – that she made earlier. It was exotic. "Yes, Rua that was amazing. I, myself will bake a chocolate fudge cake." Mother was just heaven excited.
"I haven't even had my breakfast yet, but I'm daydreaming for lunch." Salaar intervened.
Rua cackled. "Abnay! I obviously came here to call you, I have made OmAli for breakfast."
[OmAli as the Egyptian cuisine of the ever-so-popular bread pudding OmAli is named after Sultan Ezz El Din Aybak’s wife, back in the 13th century. She made it for a victory celebration and distributed it among the people of the land. Her name stuck to this tasty dish ever since.]
"May Allah bless your hands!" Salaar prayed.
"يحميك يابني!"
"God protect you, my boy." Rua got up with her heavy but efficient body. "Alhamdulillah! These worn-out knees are still working fine."
Mom too got up to supervise Rua.
Salaar phone rang right then.
Mom turned, witnessed his face changed the gestures. He accepted the call, as he stood up! High alert!
Mom felt her heart constricted.
"Assalamualaikum, Sir!"
His voice shaken as he strode out of the room.
"YaAllah!" Mom knew whom he calls Sir. Rua held her. "Ukhti!" "Rua!" Mom clutched her hands. Every fiber of her body was praying to The Lord.
About of silence — but with thumping hearts.
"Mom!" Salaar eventually at the doorframe. Mom got up and turned. Rua was holding on to Mom. Saalar's face was red. Tears were rolling on his cheek.
"Mom, I have become an uncle, you have become Nani!"
(Grandma)
Then there was a triple hug. The room filled up with happy cries.
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After 10 months:
"Hey! Prince don't go there." Faraan searched around— his daughter was crawling to follow the butterfly.
He slammed the paper down on the table as he stood up. "My ukulele!" He picked his daughter and settled on his shoulder.
"Babbababba..." The little girl giggled and kept on chanting.
"Wow, just wow, what a melodious voice you have!" He admired his daughter. She giggled....then chanted, "Bababba---"
"Sir, coffee!" Zareena after putting his coffee on the lawn table, came forward, "Sir, let me take her inside."
"She is happy here!" He rejected the idea then asked, "Where is Noor?"
"She is feeding Rumman baba." Zareena smiled as she saw the baby girl was gripping his hair, in her little fists. "OK," he replied and looked above his left side, the girl leaned at the same side and met eyes with her Baba. "Babababa--"
She ran tiny fat legs in the air with sudden baby excitement.
"Eena Meena myna mo, catch a dolly by her toe!"
He sang and kissed his daughter's feet.
The baby giggled so loud.
"Baba ki Jaan, you rock!" "Babbababba--" She chanted and put her head down on his head.
"My prinshie is tired!" He spoke lovingly.
Hajrah was coming in his direction.
He with soft hands took his daughter in his arms. She yawned and blabbered, in a soft baby tone. "Mamamama...."
"Mama is busy with your bro, my Goldilocks!" He was rocking her slowly. The girl put her head on his shoulder and drifted into slumber. He softly pecked on her golden brown curly locks.
"Sir, give me the baby," Hajrah spoke her reason to come.
Hajrah was here for Noor's kid. As it was Faraan's wish to keep Noor's nanny for the babies. He knew it will be difficult for his fragile wife to handle the twins.
"Please lay her down in the cot." He carefully transferred the cute doll.
As Hajrah went, he glanced through his watch.
It was Sunday. Home time. He sighed and waited patiently for his wife to come and join him to enjoy this beautiful evening.
He sat on the chair then his phone rang. He picked the phone but silenced the call as he heard the voice of the baby crying.
Noor was coming with a baby boy in her arms.
"Sorry Faraan, itni try ki, yeh so he nahin raha." She huffed. With loose tresses around her face, she was looking adorable. As she sat boy started crying again.
"Why this cub is crying? give him to me." Faraan took the baby in his arms.
The boy never quit crying.
"Hey listen! Men don't cry." He spoke to his cry baby boy.
Noor giggled. The baby boy stared at his father and again made a pout.
"Oye pout na ker, lerki zaat hai kiya?" Faraan slightly scolded him and he again started crying with little hiccups. "Begum, he is totally on you!" He gave his verdict.
"Yes, because he is my son." Noor picked a wonton and munched on. "Soft-hearted like me! Baby, you wanna munch?" She handed the boy a biscuit.
He took the biscuit in baby grip and turned his face. Facing his father he started little chanting. "Aowaow..aow..mmmh."
"Look he liked his Fath.…ers....lap." Faraan sensed something then pulled the baby away, watched the baby up and down, then himself. The baby just soiled his father's shirt. "Oh, boy!"
"What?" She asked. "Noor, his diaper got leaked," Faraan told her.
"No, he isn't wearing a diaper at the moment." She informed.
"Why so?" He asked his wife, who was glowing with motherhood. "Because, he was non-stop crying, Mom, says if baby crying persists, try removing diaper, and see — he is happy now." She proudly told.
"But, you shouldn't remove the diaper at his susu time." Faraan being father suggested.
"He has no time table, yeh kahi bhi, kabhi bhi, kuch bhi kerdeta hai!" Noor pouted.
"Acha? Iski machinery kharab hai kiya?"
(Well? Is his machinery down)
He asked while looking at the munching boy. Noor chuckled.
The baby turned his face to Mama, giggled, and put again the biscuit between his milky teeth, two up, two down.
"Badmash! baap ko geela ker k hansta hai." As he spoke, with fake menace, Noor giggled. Baby too giggled.
"Look my little boy, you don't have to tease my wife...you have to sleep at night, so Mama can love your Baba," Faraan spoke to the baby but eyes on Noor. She blushed and bit her lip.
"I hope you and your Mama will understand in a smooth way, otherwise Mama knows, there is a Beast living in the house too." Faraan saw the baby was listening with frowns. He smiled and brushed his finger on his brows. The baby then took a big yawn. Noor stood up with crimson shade creeping over cheeks, "give him to me." "Wait, he is sleeping!" Father was softly patting the baby's back.
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"MashaAllah, Rudaba was looking so pretty on her Nikkah." She spoke while pouring cleansing milk on her palm. She was standing against her reflection.
"Yes maybe." He came, stood behind her.
"Means you didn't see?" She spoke to his reflection. "No." He replied and played the curls of her locks "Then where were you looking at?" She was amazed.
"Whom I love to, whom I'm allowed to." his gaze transfixed on her reflection.
She slowly turned to face him. "Beast! You theft — all I kept!" Her hands crept up to the strong muscles of his neck, heightening herself up on her toes, she pressed a kiss onto his sensual mouth. Faraan looked down in her eyes with demand. In a trance, her hands moved beneath his shirt and caressing his muscular back and hard torso. He bent and caught fervently in fiery, passionate, and demanding kiss. Noor clasped her hands on either side of his shoulders. His hands drifted to her hip. It settled there and lifted her against him, fitting her fragile curves into his chiseled perfect body. Without breaking the kiss, he moved to the switchboard then bed.
"Baccha party slept?"
(Kid)
He whispered. As he dipped his knee on the bed and placed her down.
"Ye-es."
Her heaved, bashful whisper.
"Good Babies though."
He was removing his shirt.
"Faraan."
"Malka e Faraan."
"Mujhy necklace chubh raha hai." (The necklace is pricking me) She complained. "Girl, you should remove it earlier but it's OK. You were desperate." He tried to find the lock system in darkness. She blushed.
"Ughh!" He still fidgeting with lock, "iss bala ko to utaro." (Remove this monster first) He cursed as he found no lock at all. "There is dori (back rope) system," she eventually got up, loosened the dori, and pulled out the necklace. "Ap ko kuch nahi ata." (You don't know anything) She pouted.
"I just know how to love you, how to please you." He pinned her in bed. She could feel the tremors in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes fluttered closed.
"You feel me every time, that it's your first time."
His words caressed along with his broad hand, playing with the swells. She curled her toes as he leaned over — started his foreplay.
"Have me more!" She was heaving under him, whispered.
"Ahmm!" His euphoric groan.
She then captivated in two arms. Her Beast's strong arms, where she felt always... Extremely sheltered, Serene — Loved and Lucky.
The End