Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (read after txt) 📗

36- Your Zain

Whispering sincerely, he let her hairs fall, considering her his porcelain doll which needed extreme care.

“Thank you for everything, Zain. I will try my best to be a good wife.” She whispered back, turning to him. 

“Glad to know.” He hummed, taking a step back.

“Anyways, you should change, this dress must be heavy. I am amazed how you walked.” He chuckled, checking her out once again.

“True.” She chuckled.

“Do you need help with it?” He asked gallantly.

“Yeah, Can you unhook it? It’s well-fit and I don’t want to rip it by force.” She said, turning and showing her back to him.

“Sure.” He smiled but when his fingers brushed against her back when he unhooked her blouse, a blush reached his cheek.

His throat dried with racing heartbeats.

“There you go.” He said, clearing his throat when her back was exposed to him.

“Thanks.” She smiled, heart beating abonally when she felt his fingers. 

Zain’s eyes widened when she took it off in the middle of the room but she was wearing an inner underneath so it exposed nothing- Too much to his disappointment.

“Argh, I could never wear embroidered dresses. They itch my skin. I always need something.” She whined.

Taking off the lehenga as well and wearing leggings underneath.

“I will set this for you, you go and freshen up.” He said sweetly, taking her blouse and lehenga.

“Thanks.” She grinned, took off her earrings and went to the bathroom to take a shower and relax her mind and body.

Because they both know what is awaiting them.

Hoorain walked out in her nightwear, face red with water dripping from her hairs but Zain hung her dress.

“Oh good, you are out, I didn’t want to waste time freshening up so I did it in other bathroom.” He said, only in his white shirt with sleeves rolled as if he washed his face so water dripped from front.

He grinned and turned to her. “Oh.” He said, checking her.

“Is there something wrong?” She asked worriedly, checking herself in the mirror.

“No, why are you bothered with the dress? I was going to take it off anyways.” He asked nonchalantly what made her body immobilized.

“Unless you want me to do it or rip it. Well, this is your choice-” He said, taking off his coat and tie but she called him sternly.

“Zain.”

“Yes, Dear?” He flashed a radiant smile, hanging his coat neatly as well. 

Dear… She thought with intense happiness.

“Please don’t be nonchalant about it.” She breathed out.

“Why? We are married. Isn’t it normal? We are going to consummate this-”

“Zain!” She whined, pouting.

“What?” He asked in confusion, He couldn’t understand what wrong he said to earn this reaction.

“At least tell me, if it unsettles you, makes you comfortable, Dear.” He said worriedly, coming closer and taking her hands in his.

“Hoorain, don’t stay in the past. You are my wife now, If I won’t open up to you, If I cannot share my thoughts and emotions with you then to whom I will?” He asked, rubbing circles on her knuckles.

“This is not our first meeting that I would stay reserved but if you are not okay, then it’s okay.” He said, trying to assure her.

“No, no, that’s not it.” She reasoned, averting her gaze away.

“Then?” He asked lovingly, pulling her closer.

“Promise you will not think weird of me.” She said distressfully.

“I won’t.” He assured me.

“Whenever you talk about it, I begin to imagine how it would be and.. And it e-entices me.” She stuttered hurriedly, shutting her eyes.

Fearing his reaction, she remained still but after registering her words he let out a slow, aesthetic laugh.

Opening her eyes slowly, she saw him smirking at her.

“And that is exactly why I do it… so you could lose your mind in my talks.” With a tempting tone, he pulled her closer again.

Inhaling, she cannot move before the power of his charm, enthralled in him entirely.

“And not to mention, your mother has ruined our first kiss so I had to do this.” He shrugged, chuckling at her innocence. Loving it.

“Why are you still stuck up on it?” She asked, furrowing her brows.

“Why? It was a perfect opportunity we were alone, so close, I could have easily pinned you down on the bed like this.” 

“Like-” Before her mind could register, he grabbed her waist with one hand and ran his hand in her hair, taking her into a passionate kiss.

Lost before his action, she moaned into the kiss, tightening her grip on his shirt, intoxicated in his zealous action.

Blazing their bodies by the lust collecting, Zain growled and pushed them down on the bed with him on top of her. 

She gasped, not expecting him to do this, “Like this.” He said breathlessly kissing her again.

Their lips moved in perfect sync, the utter opposite of the one at the altar, it was feral. Burning with desires they buried for a long time.

Taking a moment to breathe they pulled away and moved upwards.

“Gosh, I never thought you would be my first.” He laughed, pecking her lips again.

Intertwining his fingers with hers to feel the symphony imprisoning his heart in her attraction, securing it beside her head.

“I am?” She asked with wide eyes.

“Or else why do I think I am so wild?” He smirked, moving to her lips, sinking his teeth on her flawless skin to leave his mark.

Their hearts raced abnormally, growing impatient for each other.

They waited all their lives and it was a mixture of lust and affection.

“Zain..” She moaned, arching her back by the foreign feelings, when someone marked her for the first time and it’s him.

A tear of glee rolled down her cheek, running her free hand in his hair.

“Hoorain…” He growled, pulling away with a trail of saliva connecting his lips before giving it a final peck and moving to her ears.

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