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She straightened suddenly, and before Asfand could figure out what was happening, she was straddling his lap.

“Doll..” Asfi rasped.

Before he could say anything else, Aamiya placed her lips on his. It was a mere brush of lips. Asfand was shocked to his core. As Aamiya started to pull away, Asfand grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her back down again. He kissed her hungrily, sucking on her tongue and biting her lips. He wasn’t able to control himself, his imagination didn’t hold a candle next to the reality. Her sweet taste was driving him crazy.

When pulled away to breathe, Aamiya shoved her face in his shoulder. “I wanted to see if I would like being intimate with you.” She mumbled against him, her heart pounding loudly.

Asfand smiled widely and pulled her face to look up. “So, how did it go?” He asked, teasingly. She went more red than she already was.

“Asfi, don’t tease me.” She whined and hid her face again. Asfand let out a chuckle, he placed a kiss on her head and wrapped his arms around her.

“I love you. I love you more than anything, baby.” He mumbled into her hair. Aamiya heard him, but didn’t say anything. After the kiss, she was well aware that she had feelings for him. Her only doubt was how far her feelings extended.

A while later, Asfand asked, “You don’t want to go shopping?” He could see her dozing off. He let out a sigh when she shook her head.

He stood up from the sofa, with Aamiya still wrapped around him. He went to the bedroom, laid down on the bed with her and soon drifted off into sleep.

When they woke up in the evening, Aamiya was still in his arms. Asfand hadn’t forced her to confess to anything, he was content with whatever she decided to give him. He took her to the mall, where she bought gifts for Mom and Dad and then shopped a lot for herself too. Asfand helped her buy things for herself, as it wasn’t news for her to buy clothes that were chosen by him.

Asfand took her to an open seaside restaurant for dinner. The wind blew through her hair as they enjoyed their dinner and went back to their room to sleep. They had an early flight back to Islamabad the next morning.

Returning home, there was visible relief in her parents seeing the both of them happy together. Aamiya wasn’t fighting like earlier, she spoke to Asfand like she used to before.

“I have shifted all your things to Asfand’s room.” Her mother told her, making Aamiya stop on her way to her former room.

“Why?” She inquired.

“You are his wife now, he has more than enough space for you. And you spend most of your days in his room anyways.” Her mom answered her.

She went to his room, she had always loved his room and now, it was her room as well. She couldn’t argue with her mother because she knew her mother was right.

Asfand liked knowing that she would stay in his room. He prayed in each of his prayers, that Allah would make her his in every sense of the word. He wanted her for himself with her happiness and consent.