Unspoken Attractions by Failia Baighaan (read after txt) 📗

39- Chuckle

1 Month Later.

 Everything was going beautifully well in Hoorain’s life, starting a new life with her husband with the life she never perceived she would have.

“Give me, Ma. I will do it.” She said, taking the dishes from her.

“Ah, You don’t have to.” Aima reasoned.

“No, I am doing it, you go and relax.” Hoorain ordered.

Ever since marriage, Hoorain took many responsibilities, especially doing everything for Zain.

Even if Zain tells her not to but she loves it. 

“I don’t know what good deeds I have done to have a daughter-in-law like you. Bless you, My love.” Whispering, Aima kissed her forehead.

Chuckling, she dragged her out of the kitchen to the lounge.

“Thank you. Now go and sit down. Okay?” She said, forcing her to sit down.

“Finally you are here. If it wasn’t for Hoorain, you wouldn’t even sit with me.” Amir said, delighted that Aima is finally here.

“But, I have work-” Aima tried to reason.

“You don’t have any work. Sit there with Papa.” Hoorain scolded, pointing her to sit back.

“Thanks Hoorain, After you came your Ma finally started to give me after twenty years.” Amir laughed.

“That’s not it!” Aima reasoned.

“Of course. We were in a joint family, you were always with others, when we separated then you gave that kitchen more attention than me.” He muttered, folding his arms, puffing like a kid.

“No.. I had work.” Aima reasoned sheepishly.

“At least now I can have some time.” Amir said. 

“And I will do onwards. You are going to rest and I will clean the Kitchen, Okay?” Hoorain said happily, turning to leave for the kitchen but another voice joined them.

“What scolding is happening?” Zain asked, standing closely to Hoorain, speaking in her ears.

“Welcome Home, how was your day?” She asked sweetly, showing him a bright smile.

“Great. What were you doing?” He chuckled.

“I was going to clean the kitchen. You freshen up, I will serve you dinner.” She said.

“Bless, My child. You have found a gem.” Aima grinned, praying for the smiles of her kids to remain forever.

“I know. But, Dear, you don’t have to, Maid will do it in the morning.” Zain said softly, not liking when she does the chores. 

“I know I have never done these things before but I cannot stand my Kitchen dirty anymore. I will do the utensils and leave the rest, okay?” She laughed, shaking her head.

She has never done it before but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to.

She does this wholeheartedly, not as some burden or duty, she likes doing it.

“Yeah, yeah.” He sighed.

“I will do the rest-'' Aima said, getting up but Hoorain glare.

“No! You are not getting up.” She said strictly and turned back to Zain with a grin.

Humming to herself, Hoorain applied a tint of her lips and cheek while Zain was freshening up, humming to herself, setting her hairs to look good.

Coming straight out from the shower Zain came with no shirt and grasped his wife instantly from behind firmly.

“What are you doing?” She gasped, scared by his unforeseen grip.

“I missed your warmth.” He hummed, tightening his grip, humming on her neck.

“Leave.” She sighed, looking at him in the reflection, his chin resting on her shoulder.

“You are so… unromantic.” He whined, biting her earlobe.

“What?” She asked, arching a brow.

“It’s been a month and that is all it took to take away your blushes?” He asked, disliking the fact she is unaffected when his bare and wet chest is pressed against her.

“You change before my eyes everyday, I close the buttons of your shirt if you remember.” She replied nonchalantly, turning to him as he slowly pressed her against the dressing table.

Her eyes traveled to his chest and back to his eyes with raging heartbeats and increased breaths but she kept her nonchalance only to tease him.

“At least you used to blush whenever I touched you and now you are like, leave. Let me go.” He mimicked, wrapping his hand around her waist, pressing her body over his.

“And don’t even act shyly.” He added, whining again by her actions. 

"Yeah, Yeah. If you are done with your complaints, Mister then freshen up.” She sighed, pressing her palm on his chest to push him back and slipping out of his arms.

“It’s just a month. Not even years.” He said, grabbing her wrist, refusing to let her go.

Sighing, she pecked his cheek, “Okay now?” 

“Not enough. I want more.” He pouted but she asked, “Did you get the parfait?” 

“Of course I did, Dear. I have put it in the Kitchen.” She grinned, leaving his grip and going back to the kitchen to heat the food.

But Zain was not in any mood of distance.

She reheated the food but he came again and held her firmly, pressing her against the counter to ensure she won’t escape, kissing her neck intensely.

“Zain-” She almost moaned loudly, arching her back by his action but bit her lips. 

“It's only been a month, don’t you dare to push me away.” He growled in her ears, noticing how breathless she became by his actions, flushed badly.

“Oh, there is the blush I wanted to see.” He smirked victoriously, noticing her cheeks, leaving a trail of kisses upwards.

“I wonder what would you do if I did this?” Smirking wickedly, his hand traveled down and bit her neck simultaneously. 

Her breath hitched but before she could let out a soft voice but covered it.

“Shh.” He hushed, resting his head against hers.

“Ma and Papa?” She asked in a whisper, blushing furiously to think what they would say to see them here.

“They are sound asleep in the room.” He chuckled seductively.

“You have no control, Mister, do you?” She asked, frowning by his hands, probing her skin but she ripped them off.

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