HER POV

As I woke up, today felt like a miracle. I found Irfaz sleeping next to me, soundly, and even after I got ready, he was still asleep. I came out of the washroom today was hair washing day since tomorrow is my nikkah, as you all know. Plus, my hair was super greasy, so yeah, I finally washed it. I was supposed to visit the salon, but nevermind.

I glanced at Irfaz, still fast asleep. My mischievous brain sparked an idea from my books, just like how the FMC would wake her husband with wet hair. So, I went near him and tried to wake him up.

"Irfaz... Irfaz, utho ji, subah ho gayi," I called sweetly (but then my subconscious mocked me----yeh kya cringe sound kr rhi h tu tere pe suit nhi krta maat kr bade manhus lg rhi h.Does this happen to you guys too?)

"Hmmm," he hummed, rolling to his side.

At this point, I started feeling like a proper FMC. I shook my wet hair, letting the droplets splash onto his face. Still, he didn't wake up.

"Uth rahe ho ya kissi (kiss) ki barsaat karoon?" I teased, pouting.

No response. This guy was impossible! I leaned closer to his ear, planting soft kisses on his earlobe, cheek, chin, and neck. Finally, I gave his nose a little bite. That did the trick.

"Ahhhh... kya yaar! I was waiting for a kiss, but you turned my nose into your breakfast!" he pouted, making my cheeks heat up.

"You were awake the whole time?" I asked, blushing.

"Yaar, jab koi itne pyar se 'Irfaz, utho ji, subah ho gayi' bolega, kaise so sakta hoon? I was just waiting to see what you'd do next to wake me up," he grinned.

"Well, now that you're awake, go freshen up," I said, turning to leave. But he grabbed my hand, pulling me into his lap. He kissed my neck and earlobe.

"Hmmm, Irfaz..." I moaned softly, without meaning to.

"Ji, jaan?" he whispered, nibbling my collarbone before reaching for my lips.

I let out a shriek, "Chiii! Tumne brush nahi kiya!" I covered my mouth, horrified. He chuckled, placed me back on the bed, and got up, heading for the washroom.

"Did I hurt his feelings?" I wondered aloud as I began making the bed. After I finished, I sat there drying my hair, lost in thought.

Was he really upset?

How should I make it up to him if he is?

Before I could think further, he suddenly grabbed my hand and slammed me gently against the wall.

His lips hovered close to mine, teasingly, before he sucked my lower lip, drawing a soft moan from me.

"Irfaz..." I breathed, my heart racing at his boldness, unsure if I should push him away or pull him closer.

His lips pressed more firmly against mine, deepening the kiss as he held me against the wall, one hand cradling my waist while the other rested near my face. My mind went blank, completely consumed by the warmth of his touch and the intensity of his kiss.

"Irfaz..." I managed to murmur between breaths, my hands instinctively finding his shoulders. He broke the kiss for a second, his eyes dark with desire, as his thumb gently traced my cheek.

"Now what? I brushed my teeth and even washed myself," he whispered against my lips, his voice low and teasing, making my pulse race again.

I bit my lip, trying to maintain my composure, but the heat between us was undeniable. His breath brushed against my skin, and I could feel the teasing smile tugging at his lips as he hovered just inches away from mine.

"Irfaz..." I started, attempting to sound firm, but my voice betrayed me, soft and shaky.

"Hmmm?" he hummed, closing the distance between us, his lips barely grazing mine. "What were you saying?"

I tried to push him away lightly, but his grip tightened around my waist, pulling me closer.

"You really have no limits, do you?" I muttered, unable to keep the smile off my face.

"Only when it comes to you," he whispered back, his lips brushing against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. My breath hitched as he trailed soft kisses along my jawline.

He kissed me again, this time more urgently, as if the teasing had finally run its course. His lips claimed mine, and any resistance I had left melted away. Instinctively, I tried to grab him and pull him closer, my fingers reaching for his shirt, but then I noticed he was half naked.

My hands froze for a second as I felt the heat of his bare skin under my touch, his chest firm and warm. The realization sent a rush of heat to my face, making my heart pound even harder. I pulled back slightly, breathless, my gaze flickering to his chest and then back to his eyes.

"Irfaz..." I mumbled, unsure if I should be embarrassed or give in to the wild chemistry between us.

He smirked, clearly enjoying my reaction. "You noticed, huh?" he teased, his voice low and playful, brushing his lips against mine again, but this time lighter, more teasing. "Ab kya karogi?"

I swallowed hard, my hands still resting on his bare chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"You're impossible," I whispered, half-amused and half-flustered.

His smirk deepened as he leaned in again, pressing his lips against my ear. "Only for you."

Then, without giving me a chance to respond, he pulled me closer, his hands sliding around my waist, pressing my body against him. His tongue slid deeper into my mouth, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. He explored every corner, his tongue tracing the curves of my teeth, the roof of my mouth, and the sensitive skin behind my lips. I responded in kind, my own tongue tangling with his, the two of us moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.

He sucked gently on my upper lip, then my lower lip, before delving back into the depths of my mouth. I felt his tongue brush against the back of my teeth, sending shivers down my spine. The sensation was intoxicating, and I found myself melting into the kiss, my body responding to his every move.

His tongue danced with mine, the two of us moving in a slow, tantalizing waltz. He'd pull back, then plunge forward, the movement sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body.

My hands, which had been hesitant moments ago, now traced the contours of his chest, the softness of his skin contrasting with the strength underneath. I couldn't think straight, lost in the feeling of being so close to him, the teasing in his eyes replaced by something more intense.

His lips found mine again, softer this time, almost as if testing my resolve, and I responded without hesitation. My fingers tightened on his shoulders, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, forgetting everything else. It was like the whole world disappeared, and all that mattered was this moment between us.

As we were kissing, our moment was interrupted by my phone ringing. I pushed him away and reached for the call. Of course, I tried to avoid him because I felt his boner down, and I saw him go to the washroom.

I picked up the call. "Hello," I said.

"Izel, kaand hogya, jaldi aa tu hospital!" (Izel, there's been an incident, hurry to the hospital!) Sana exclaimed over the phone.

"Aarhi hu, but hua kya?" (I'm coming, but what happened?) I asked.

"Tu aa pehle idhar, then batati hu sab." (Just come here first, then I'll tell you everything.) she said.

"Tu theek hai na? Tujhe lagi toh nahi hai?" (Are you okay? Did you get hurt?) I inquired.

"Mein theek hu, tu bas jaldi aa," (I'm fine; just hurry up.) she called me over there. Her voice sounded urgent.

After ending the call, I was anxiously waiting for Irfaz to satisfy his "thark" and come out quickly. I paced around the room restlessly. Then he suddenly came out and hugged me from behind.

"Ahhh!" I screamed in shock, startled by his touch.

"Bhai, itne time single rahoge toh aadat padne mein time lagta hai, you know that, right?" (Dude, if you stay single for so long, it takes time to get used to being with someone, you know that, right?)

"Shant, biwi. Why are you pacing back and forth in the room?" he asked, and I explained everything about Sana.

"Hmmm, chalo, I'll drop you off," he said.

Both of us went downstairs to take permission from the elders because bua was likely to start lecturing us. Plus, I was in a bad mood today, and I knew if she said anything, I'd give it back harshly. But luckily, nothing happened like I expected; she remained silent.

I sat in the car, and we drove to the hospital. When we reached, Irfaz told me he'd wait in the parking lot. I entered the hospital and called Sana.

"Kahan hai tu?" (Where are you?) I asked.

"Emergency ward pe aa ja," (Come to the emergency ward.) she directed. 'Ya Allah, I hope she's not too hurt,' I prayed as I rushed to the ward.

As I entered, she came towards me. "Shukar hai, tu aa gayi," (Thank God you came.) she exclaimed.

"But what happened? Are you okay?" I asked, checking her from head to toe.

"Yaar, I hit someone with my car," she confessed.

"Is he alive? Did he get badly hurt? Is it a police case? Jaldi bata, don't scare me!" (Is he alive? Did he get seriously hurt? Is this a police case? Tell me quickly, don't scare me!) I asked in one breath.

"Relax!" Sana said, holding up her hands. "Woh zinda hai, bas thodi si chot lagi hai. I think he's fine, but the doctors are still checking him." (He's alive, just a little hurt. I think he's fine, but the doctors are still checking him.)

I let out a deep breath. "Thank God! But yeh sab kaise hua?" (Thank God! But how did all this happen?)