Humsafar .

Twenty one

Chapter 21.

Honeymoon vibes.

Anaaya.

I woke up to the soft sheets and the early rays of the sun peeked through the blinds. Slowly and reluctantly, I uncovered my face, blinking a few times to adjust to the light in the room.

I stretched my arms above my head, yawning as I did so. The fatique of the long airplane ride followed by events of last night, was all washed away. My body felt relaxed and serene. 

Feeling the warmth of a body against me, I smiled. The man laying beside me was typing away on his laptop. I already knew he had woken up early just to get some work done. 

"What about that promise?" I whispered groggily, I heard him type fast the laptop as his left hand encircled my waist. 

"Technically, I didn't break it." He argued.

How could I ever win against a man who got paid for his arguments? 

I turned around and stared at him, observing the way he worked. His eyes were focused on the screen, his hands typing away each detail, each and every word he chose to write was written so carefully, as if a tiny mistake could cost him a huge deal. 

I observed the way his lips pressed into a thin line as he comprehended what was written, the way his eyebrows furrowed and the way he would sigh. 

"You're staring." He stated, catching me staring at him yet again. 

"I'm gazing." I replied softly. 

"It's creepy." He mumbled back, shutting his laptop off and looking at me. 

"It's romantic." I shot back and he chuckled, his lips kissing my shoulder blades. 

And I wondered, right there, how did I get so lucky? To have someone so gentle, so understanding and yet so good looking with me.

I understood that we were both lucky to have each other as partners, he needed someone like me to understand his work and his life. But at the same time, I often thought how were we so happy right now, apart from the occasional arguments with him, I was the happiest I had ever been in my entire life. 

"You think alot." He commented, looking at me. I touched his stubble, holding his chin. 

Sometimes in life, the end takes such a long time to show it that we don't even realise that this is the end.

While some beginnings just start so suddenly that we don't even notice the changes it brings to our lives. And we don't realise all of that, not until we ponder over it. 

"No thinking, just feeling." He breathed, slowly and gradually he took off my robe, leaving me in nothing but my undergarments. 

His fingers touched my sides, softly grazing across my side.

His hand brushed my thighs, taking my thong off, I parted my legs a little.

I was still turned to one side, his face placed on my shoulder while I could feel his erection pressing against me. 

This time there was no playing around, just pure and slow love making.

Something that no woman could ever get enough of.

When we moved out of our haze and finally sat up, Hassan suggested me to shower since I had been a sweaty sticky mess between my thighs a while back.

In the meantime he ordered room service, asking for breakfast.

We were still waiting for breakfast as I had showered and changed into a white and blue printed dress while he was dressed in his casual Tshirt. 

"Hassan," I called him, he glanced at me and then sat beside me on the lounge chair. 

"Hm?" 

"What are the plans for today?" I questioned.

We hardly knew this place and my husband had sent the tour guide away, so what did he have in mind? 

"A good breakfast, then we can roam around the beach and tonight, I am taking you out on another date." He replied.

It seemed like he had got everything planned, meanwhile I had not even planned what to wear. 

"Sounds fancy." I remarked, just to get an idea whether he was taking me out on a fancy date or a casual one. 

"Mhmm, it is." He replied and stood up when the door got knocked twice. 

The breakfast was more fancy than what I had imagined, a cheese cake with a chocolate topping, flavored with cinnamon, pancakes with nutella topping, Baked chicken and waffles sandwich, french toasts, hashbrowns and three kinds of juices. 

I gasped as the waiter placed our breakfast on the table. 

"How are we gonna eat all of that?" Hassan shrugged.

I took a bite of almost everything, savoring the several tastes. We did not even eat properly but felt full from trying so many different things.

All the items were so unique from our everyday go to omelettes, toasts and parathas.

When we finally walked down to the beach, hand in hand, I stared at the beauty of this place.

The sky was like a curtain of blue silk, so perfect that I could gaze at it for hours, The sea with it's soothing form, moved to and fro, the waves rippled gently.

Hassan was more observant than me, taking in the whole sight with his hand entangled in mine. It felt like he was glad to bew away from the hustle and bustle of his life, even if it was just for a few days.

The air smelled differently, was there any thing more blissful than this feeling? Standing beside someone you cared about by the sea shore without the fear of the world?

The palm trees were lined up in montony. their lush green color making it all seem like a scenery. 

Long walks on the beach was always considered so romantic and I could understand why. If only we could play in the water like they do in movies.

I was still thinking about the view when Hassan snapped me out of my trance. 

"Do you want to play in the water?" He suddenly questioned.

The child inside of me was begging me to just, for once go and play, throw splashes of water at him and let him throw some at me.

But I didn't want him to think that I was immature, so I pretended, murmuring a small no. 

Hassan looked at me like I was crazy.

"Come on," He dragged me with him, I fake whined but it didn't matter. 

He just somehow knew what I wanted to do at what moment.

When the evening dawned upon us, Hassan told me it was time to get ready for our date. 

I wore a black velvet short dress that I had once bought from my trip to Dubai, It was a dress that I never thought I could wear but I just bought it because it was too beautiful to let go.

The dress clung incredibly around my body, I wore a thin black tights underneath to avoid looking too naked. 

The feeling still did not go away, it was only after I wore some black over the knee boots that I felt comfortable. My hair was already straightened, courtesy of the rebonding I had gotten done last month.

I applied some make up along with a heavy smokey eye and some nude lips, only then I felt good enough to leave. 

Hassan's attire was quite classy, he was dressed in a black two piece, the smell of his cologne intoxicating my senses already. 

When I went towards him, gaining his attention, his eyes roamed around my whole body before they settled on me. 

"You look wonderful." He complimented and continued. "Dressed up for me?" He questioned teasingly. I rolled my eyes. 

"If I had dressed for you, I would have been naked baby." I teased back, grabbing his cheek and placing a kiss on it.

He smiled, his hand guided my back as the both of us walked forward. 

He took me to the hotel we were already staying in, I frowned in confusion but kept walking. It wasn't until I heard french music down the hall that I realised where we were. 

We were at a party. 

A masquerade party at that. 

"Dinner dates get boring sometimes," He mumbled as an answer to the questioning look I had on my face. Well. Thank f**k I got dressed well.

Alot of people in the party didn't have any masks on their faces so the both of us chose not to wear them either. 

As the music got played and people among us started to dance, Hassan held my waist and started to move to the music smoothly.

We swayed to the soft music forgetting there were people among us, forgetting that there was anyone other than us.

Just the music. 

Just us. 

I breathed in his scent and his lips were near my neck. I sighed as the intense and overwhelming feeling got over me. 

"Hassan?" I whispered in his ear. 

"Hmm?" He whispered back. 

"You ever think what we could have been if we weren't arranged married?" I questioned, he pulled away and looked at me.

A faint smile spread on his face.

"All the time." He responded to my query.

"Would you have dated me?" I further asked.

His lips curved into a teasing smile. 

"Naah," He replied, I hit his shoulder. 

"Don't be mean," I grumbled, he laughed. 

"I think we would have gotten married the proper way then,"  He said seriously, I nodded. 

"The proper way?" I enquired. 

"You know, date, then marry. Sort of." He answered. 

I had been thinking about this the whole day, had even kept a ring with me, just to fulfill that one fantasy.

The fantasy that couldn't get completed and remained a fantasy. My palms felt a little sweaty but my fantasy was much bigger than my nerves. 

So I smiled, played around with my hair and looked at him coyly. 

"So how would you have asked me to marry you if we were dating?" I murmured but it was audible enough.

Hassan looked at me, then at the samll box in my hand that I had managed to get out of my purse in a few seconds. 

He smirked. 

"You just want a proposal out of me, don't you?" He asked with a smug grin on his face.

My cheeks flushed but I nodded, handing the ring over to him. 

"Okay, then." He was about to bend down, I raised my eyes. 

"'Here?"

"Why not here?" He shot back. When I did not reply, he sat down on onew knee.

The people around us cleared the way, encircling us now. To those people we were not married, to those people we were just a couple, so in a way this felt like reality. 

"Anaaya, we have been together for two years," He started off,.

"We have?" I teased, he huffed. 

"Just go with it," 

"And you have been my partner, my confidant, someone I can rely on. Baby, my life is better with you in it. Will you marry me?"

Cheers broke out across the huge hall, I bit my lip to keep myself from beaming too hard. 

I nodded. "Yes." 

He put the ring on my finger and then pulled me in for a kiss. It wasn't a small peck, instead it was an open mouthed almost s****l kiss that left the both of us completely breathless.

I loved it. 

When we pulled away, he broke into a fit of laughs. I looked at him, waiting for an explanation. 

"Imagine kissing like this back home, daadi would have a heart attack."

That made me laugh too. 

I giggled but then turned serious and glanced at him. 

"Okay now, it's my turn." I braced myself and was about to go on one knee when all of a sudden, he pulled me by my waist, his face turned firm. 

"Don't ever kneel in front of me, Anaaya." He warned, his finger pointing at me. 

"But you kneeled too? It's not a big deal." I argued, he clicked his tongue. 

"It is to me, a lady should never kneel." 

Maybe this was one of his several ethics he kept talking about. Atleast he wasn't one of those husbands who just wanted their wives to kneel and act like slaves to them, instead he wanted me to not do that.

A lady should never kneel.

"And a gentleman should?" I enquired. 

"Not more than one time," He answered, I huffed. 

"Then in that case, for the sake of equality, I want to kneel too, just one time." I replied, my stubborn demeanour taking over me. 

He tightened his grip on me. 

His lips blew out breath near my ear and I shivered, he kissed my ear lobe. 

"In the bedroom, baby." 

He took my hand and we started to walk back into our cottage. 

It was only on our way back that I realised one thing. 

I loved this man. 

And I hoped that he loved me too.