Humsafar .

sixteen

Chapter 16.

Cause you got a friend in me.

Mature stuff in the second half of the chapter so you have been warned.

Anaaya x Hassan.

"So Rania is the one having an affair?" Ahmad questioned her, sitting cross legged on the ground, with his hands tied behind his back.

Anaaya nodded, telling him the whole story. 

"I don't know, man. She was all like please don't tell bhai, I mean I won't but what if I get into trouble later on?" She expressed her concern, he clicked his tongue.

"Yeah, but at the same time you were just at the wrong place, if anyone ever asks you about it, tell them you had no idea they had an affair." He said, perplexed, she simply shrugged.

She had reached Islamabad two days ago, today, being her last day here. She had roamed around her city, shopping at Centaurus and Safa, eating at table talk and visiting all her favourite places. The places she missed in Lahore.

"Yeah, It's not like I'm making them meet or something. Besides she's seventeen, what more can she do than kissing?" Anaaya wondered, making him chuckle out loud.

They had kissed for the first time at seventeen. But that didn't mean other teens only kept it at that, they moved at a fast pace these days.

"Oh honey, you have no idea what teens are capable of these days." He stated, making her shrug again.

She didn't really care.

"Yeah well, whatever. What about you? You and Misha have been pretty close these days." Misha had been their university friend, not a close friend but someone they met every once in a while.

Ahmad had told Anaaya that he had started seeing her but she hadn't got the time to enquire for details.

Ahmad gave her a smug smile.

"We all know she had a crush on me and when you left, I was all lonely so why not?"

"Just be careful," She warned, her concern clear from her voice.

"I'll try, by the way she's a better kisser than you."

Ahmad teased her but yet again, she blew out some breath from her mouth, looking the least bit interested.

Her man had made her quiver underneath him twice now, did it matter who Ahmad thought was a better kisser? Hell no.

"Is she now? Congratulations." Sarcasm rolled off her tongue and Ahmad glanced at her in utter confusion.

"You're not mad?"

"Should I be? I'm not the one in a hollow relationship." She shot bacl chuckling, he hit her shoulder. She hissed.

"b***h, just because you're married, you're gonna criticise my relationship?"

"Acha over na ho, chai at home?" She asked, he stood up quickly, her mother made the best tea or maybe he liked her mother's tea since he didn't have a mother of his own.

"Yes please." He mumbled and both the friends sat in his car, driving back home. 

"Mama, chai for Ahmad and I."

Anaaya yelled, as soon as she entered her house. Old memories surfaced her mind, where she would enter the house and crash on the couch in nothing but shorts.

Where she would yell for things without a care in the world.

Now she had a reputation to maintain. It was hard.

Her mother rushed from the kitchen back to her, looking at her daughter and Ahmad. A sigh of relief escaping her mouth, she glanced at her in disappointment, pointing at her phone and then at her.

"Anaaya, where were you? I've been calling you for an hour beta." She questioned, in her slightly worried state.

Anaaya threw her a confised look but answered anway.

"Mummy, you know how we are, once we start talking, we don't realise the time." Ahmad nodded at her, holding her mother's shoulder and putting his chin on her.

"Aur kya aunty? Is ne phir shaam ko chale jana hai Lahore. (Yes aunty, besides she'll go back to Lahore again this evening.)" He mumbled pouting, Anaaya pouted too.

"Exactly. Can we have tea now, please?" She pleaded, her mother shook her head.

"Anaaya. Someone's been waiting for you." She informed her daughter. Anaaya frowned, not really willing to meet any of the relatives.

Please no. She was so tired of guests and relatives and people in general. There were people in office, relatives who would visit her house back in Lahore every day and then relatives who hadn't stopped coming as soon as she came to Islamabad.

Luckily, Ahmad sneaked her out every time.

"Who?" Anaaya asked, making a whiny face. "Please tell me it's not aunty Samina, I an not hear anymore stories about her constipation problem anymore," Ahmad laughed at her, but her mother clicked her tongue.

"Anaaya, Hassan is waiting for you." She announced. Ahmad straightened up. 

Anaaya gasped at the news. What? Hassan? What the hell?

"What? Hassan? Here? My Hassan?" She interrogated, Her mother laughed at her enthusiasm.

"Yes, your Hassan." She informed, walking her towards her room.

"He came straight from London and was waiting for you, poor guy seemed so tired that I sent him to your room, to rest."

Oh.

He came for me? Oh My God, he came to Islamabad instead of Lahore just to meet me?

"I'll go check," She mumbled, her mother and Ahmad walked back into the kitchen while Anaaya entered her room.

And there he was.

Tired snores escaped his mouth, his chest rose and fell as he slept soundly. Anaaya smiled at him, a deep sigh escaping her.

She walked forward, sitting near th3 edge of the bed and softly touching his forehead. Her sudden touch caused him to awaken slightly.

"Hey, hi." She whispered. He opened his eyes, looking at her.

"It's okay, don't wake up." Despite her words, he sat up slowly holding her hand. He leaned against the headboard and peeked at her.

He didn't come here especially for her, he had to meet an important witness in Rawalpindi but since Islamabad was so near and he wanted to meet her, he decided to do so.

He observed her in her black printed shirt, and pants, she looked so casual, simple. He understood why, she was still more comfortable here.

"How are you?" He questioned, enquiring about her health first since she had a sore throat two days ago.

Anaaya told him she was okay.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to come back tomorrow." She asked, he shrugged, not really bothering to tell her the whole story.

"I was but then I changed my mind." He simply said, Anaaya nodded.

"Why? Not happy to see me." He teased but she shook her head at him.

"No, so happy. Really happy." She beamed, telling him.

She leaned forward, cupping his jaw and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. His hands went around her waist, pulling her under him as he deepened the kiss on his own.

His right hand suddenly gathered her hair, wrapping it in a tight hold. Anaaya gasped.

His left hand played with the hem of her pants, yanking it off her and she looked at him.

"Right now?" She questioned, he smirked at her.

"Mhmm, right now." He mumbled, putting his lips on her jaw. She leaned back, giving him more space.

He guided himself to her slick opening, another gasp escaped her mouth. He rocked his hips back and forth, causing him to slide inside of her graciously.

With one tug from his hands, he opened the zipper on her back, opening her shirt from behind.

His hand slid under her shirt from the front, pinching her n****e.

She hadn't witnessed a side of him that wasn't gentle, but this side, this new side surprised her.

The two times they had done it, he bad been careful and gentle, but today he wasn't being that way.

She didn't mind. She had way too many kinky fantasies anyway.

"Missed me, hmm?" He asked again. She didn't understand what joy he got from asking her that all the time.

He never once told her that he missed her and here she was telling him that all the time.

She shook her head.

"No."

He pinched it tightly and she hissed, nodding now, understanding his game.

"Who missed me?" He asked again, his voice so deep, she could climax just because of it.

"Me." She said, shaking as he moved against her, back and forth.

He yanked her hair again, and she looked into his eyes.

"Tell me how much."

She breathed rapidly at the sudden jerk. "So much, Hassan. So much."

His hands moved away from her breasts, holding her shoulder blades instead.

A tight grip on it, he quickened his pace, putting a hand on her mouth as a scream was about to leave her mouth.

"Don't scream, sshh," He whispered, shushing her.

A whimper escaped her mouth as she slowly reached her climax, he kept moving, telling her to hold it in while he moved against her.

She squeezed him inside of her, her inner walls clenching around him as both of them came violently.

"Fuck."

He said still buried deep inside of her.

She chuckled as both of them breathed rapidly.

"Liked it?" He asked, against her neck.

"Loved it." She replied, making him smile, he held her waist tight, moulding himself within her.

She ran her hands around his hair as he sighed in contentment, still feeling her.

"Seems like you missed me too, hmm?" She challenged him, her voice tired and drowsy.

He coughed, not really comfortable with expressing his feelings.

He did, miss was a big word but he liked it better when he was around her.

But expressing all of that? He shrugged. He decided to change the topic, chuckling as she waited for an answer.

"Why don't we go for another round and I tell you after that?" He suggested instead, she pushed his shoulders playfully.

"No, Ahmad is waiting for chai downstairs." She said instead.

His smile faded.

His shoulders tensed.

"Ahmad?"

Oh?