Acha suno or 2 CH (ch39, ch40)
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HIS POV

"Haan, beta?" Mom came closer to her, her voice filled with warmth.

"Can I wear a niqab?" Izel asked, her tone so gentle yet full of sincerity.

Before I could respond, Mom smiled kindly, her approval clear.

"Haan, beta, ek din ke liye tum apna niyam kyun todoge?" She said, her words carrying a calmness that made Izel's eyes soften in relief.

I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. My mom understood, and Izel would feel comfortable and confident in what she chose to wear.

I had already thought ahead. I had called a hijab stylist specifically for her, wanting her to feel as beautiful and secure as she deserved. My heart swelled with happiness, knowing she didn't have to compromise on anything.

We walked towards the room, the atmosphere around us softening with each step. Izel, though exhausted from the day's events, carried herself with grace, her eyes reflecting the calm that only moments of solitude could bring.

As we entered the room, she headed straight for the bathroom to freshen up, and I quietly observed her, not wanting to disturb her peace.

When she came out, I could see that she had freshened up, her face glowing with a subtle radiance. She moved to the corner of the room, unrolling her prayer mat with the same grace she did everything else.

Izel began her Isha Namaz, her movements measured and serene. Watching her, I couldn't help but admire her discipline, the way she fully immersed herself in her prayers. The room felt even quieter as she prayed, her focus unwavering, her connection to her faith so beautiful.

I stood there, leaning against the doorframe, giving her the space she needed. There was something incredibly peaceful about her in that moment. I knew that no matter what the world threw at us, as long as we had these moments these small, sacred moments everything would be okay.

When she finished, she sat for a while in quiet reflection, and I could tell she was content, at peace with herself. I didn't say anything; I simply let her have her time, knowing that I was there whenever she needed me.

As Izel finished her prayer, she stood up, taking a deep breath before turning to me. I could tell she was feeling the weight of the evening, but there was a sense of peace in her eyes now.

I handed her the mint green and white gown I had prepared for her for the wallima. The fabric shimmered faintly under the light, and I couldn't help but admire it, knowing how perfect it would look on her.

Izel took the gown from me, her fingers brushing against mine for just a moment. She smiled softly, grateful for the thought I had put into it. I had chosen this gown with her in mind something elegant yet understated, beautiful but not too flashy. The mint green complemented her complexion perfectly, and the white accents added just the right touch of sophistication.

"You've thought of everything," she said, her voice a mix of appreciation and surprise.

"I just want you to feel perfect," I replied, a small smile tugging at my lips.

She nodded, her expression softening. As she started to change into the gown, I stepped back to give her some space. I didn't want to rush her; tonight was about her, about us, and the new life we were starting together.

"Irfaz... Irfazz..." Izel's voice floated through the air, but it took me a second to register it. I was lost in an email, my mind elsewhere.

"Oi, 6ft ka bandr!" she called out louder, her voice laced with frustration. I snapped back to reality.

"Kya hua, jaan?" I asked, immediately sitting up straight, concerned.

"Help me tie this stupid zipper!" she said in a mix of frustration and embarrassment, her back turned to me.

I stood frozen for a moment, my eyes unintentionally falling on her exposed back. The soft, smooth skin was completely visible to me, and I found myself momentarily stunned. It was the first time I'd seen her this vulnerable, and the sight of her, so effortlessly beautiful, hit me in a way I wasn't prepared for.

I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure.

"I-I'm coming," I stammered, walking over to her, my heart racing for a completely different reason now.

As I approached, I could feel the heat in the room rise, my fingers almost trembling as I reached for the zipper. As I gently zipped up her gown, my fingers brushed against the soft skin of her back, and in a moment of pure impulse, I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her exposed skin. The contact sent an unexpected surge of warmth through me, but I focused, determined to help her as best as I could. The instant my lips touched her, I felt the sharp intake of breath from Izel, and I froze.

Izel didn't move, and the air around us grew thick with unspoken tension. My heart raced in my chest, and I could feel the goosebumps forming all over my body. The softness of her skin lingered on my lips, and I was suddenly aware of just how close we were.

I had no idea why I had kissed her. It wasn't planned, it wasn't intentional, but as soon as I did, everything in me surged, and I couldn't seem to control the pull she had on me.

Before I could process what had just happened, I pulled her towards me, my arms wrapping around her waist. I pressed my body against hers, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I leaned down and placed a trail of soft, lingering kisses along the curve of her neck.

The sensation of her breath catching, the warmth of her skin against mine, sent electric shivers through my entire being. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her, my lips moving over her neck as I held her close, feeling the heat of her skin under my lips.

Her body tensed for a moment, but then she relaxed against me, her hand instinctively reaching up to rest on my arm.

"Irfaz..." she whispered, her voice a mix of surprise and something deeper, something I couldn't quite place.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, trying to steady myself.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." I started, but I could feel her pulse racing under my lips, and I knew in that moment, we were both lost in this undeniable attraction, something neither of us could fully understand or resist.

"Zipped my gown, we're gonna be late," she said, her voice calm but with an underlying urgency. She didn't reject me, but she was focused on something else, on the bigger picture, the reality that we had responsibilities to attend to.

I stood there for a moment, trying to shake off the haze that had descended upon me, and then I nodded, still feeling the warmth of her against me, the echo of our shared moment lingering.

"Right," I said, a little breathless, but I quickly moved to help her. I finished securing the zipper, trying to ignore the thumping of my heart in my chest.

As I stepped back, I realized how effortlessly she could shift from being lost in a moment with me to dealing with the chaos around us. She was so grounded, so composed, while I was still trying to catch my breath from just being near her.

"done" I said, pulling myself together. I held out my hand for her, a quiet promise that I was there, that I wouldn't let go of her, not now, not ever.

She smiled at me, a small, knowing smile, as she took my hand.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice soft, almost shy.

I noticed the soft flush spreading across her face, her cheeks and even the tip of her nose turning a deep shade of red. It was so endearing, so beautiful, and it made my heart race even faster. She was always so graceful, so composed, yet in moments like this, when her innocence showed through, it only made me want her more.

I brushed a strand of hair from her face gently, my fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary.

"Aap aise na blush kiya karo, mera pant tight ho jata hai," I teased, a playful smirk tugging at my lips.

Her eyes widened, and she immediately gasped in shock.

"Astagfirullah, aapko sharm nahi aayi aise bolne mein?" she said, clearly caught off guard, her face turning even redder.

I raised an eyebrow, not missing a beat. "Astagfirullah, apko sharm nahi aayi aise asheel books padte hue?" I shot back with a grin.

Her jaw dropped, and she shook her head in disbelief.

"Astagfirullah, apko sharm nahi aayi meri books padne mein bina poochhe?" she shot back, a hint of playful anger in her voice.

I chuckled, enjoying the playful back-and-forth.

"Astagfirullah, apko sharm nahi aayi aise books kharidne mein?" I teased further, loving how she got flustered every time.

She rolled her eyes dramatically and said with an exaggerated tone,

"Shut up, Irfaz Ahmed!"

I immediately went quiet, putting my hands up in surrender.

She looked at me with a horrified expression, her eyes wide. I raised my eyebrows, silently asking, 'What happened?'

"Ab yeh mat bolna, tumne meri diary padha hai?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper as she tried to hide the embarrassment.

I played dumb, trying to keep the teasing mood alive.

"Konsi diary?" I asked innocently.

She sighed, clearly uncomfortable now.

"Jaha mein har book ki summary aur best parts likh ke rakhti hoon... aur..." She paused, clearly hesitating.

"Or...?" I asked, leaning in closer, genuinely curious.

"Kuch nahi..." She mumbled, her cheeks turning crimson.

I smirked, enjoying her flustered state.

"Meine apki diary toh nahi padha, lekin apki Insta save reels zaroor dekhi hain," I said with a grin.

"Astagfirullah, apko sharm nahi meri Insta dekhne mein?" she countered, clearly trying to hide her embarrassment behind mock anger.

"Astagfirullah, apko sharm nahi, itna handsome, hot shohar hone ke baad bhi, ab dusre nangu mardo ko dekhti ho?" I teased, loving how she was blushing even harder now.

She stayed silent, her face a deeper shade of red than ever.

I couldn't help myself, muttering under my breath,

"Yaha mein apke ek ishare mein nangu hone ko ready hoon, lekin meri begum ko toh paraye mard dekhne h."

"Hannn....???" she asked, her head snapping towards me, eyes wide in surprise.

"Kuch nahi," I quickly responded, trying to play it off.

"Meine kuch suna?" she pressed on.

"Apka vehem h, aur kuch nahi," I said, trying to act nonchalant, but the awkwardness was evident.

She looked at me, holding back her laugh. I could see the struggle on her face as she tried to stay serious.

Haye Allah, I thought to myself, wishing she wouldn't burst into laughter so I could stop feeling so embarrassed.

"Mere ek ishare pe..." She finally lost it and laughed, her melodious laugh ringing in my ears.

I didn't want her to finish the sentence and make me more embarrassed. Before I could stop myself, I pulled her into me, cupping her neck, and kissed her lips passionately, silencing her laughter with the kiss.

The kiss had been anything but innocent our tongues had moved in a slow, intoxicating rhythm, tangling and teasing, fighting for dominance yet melting into each other like they belonged together. 

I had felt her shiver when I deepened the kiss, my fingers tilting her chin up, urging her to give in. And she did. Her soft moan against my lips had ignited something primal inside me, making me pull her closer, desperate to drown in her warmth.

I pulled away from the kiss, a teasing smirk on my lips as I glanced at her. The strings of our saliva were still connected, pulling apart slowly as I gave her a playful look. My tongue flicked out one last time, grazing her lower lip, savoring the taste of her as a deep, satisfied hum rumbled in my chest.

"Ab happy?" I asked, my voice slightly breathless but laced with amusement.

Before she could respond, my embarrassment was suddenly saved by a knock at the door. The makeup artist and hizab stylist entered, bringing with them a wave of professionalism that snapped both of us back to reality.

I straightened up, quickly wiping away the remnants of the moment, and flashed Izel a polite smile. But in the back of my mind, I couldn't shake the warmth of that kiss, or the way she made me feel like nothing else mattered in the world but her.