Momin’s POV

We came back after our dinner date. Hana aunty gave us a stern look and said that Ruman uncle was angry. But Dua, being Dua, shrugged and walked toward her father’s room, while I held my ear and smiled apologetically—and of course, I was forgiven.

I went back to my room, changed into a night suit, and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. A bright smile spread across my lips as I remembered our day. Dua had been so happy after learning about my plans. I had been worried—what if she demanded a big house or mansion, like the Mirza mansion? But Dua erased all my worries with her excitement and joy over the apartment I had chosen for us.

I had just joined her father’s business, and this was all I could afford—an apartment in a beautiful area.

I was about to drift off to sleep when I heard a knock on my door. I got up and opened it, only to find my love, my wife, standing there with that beautiful innocent smile on her face. She stepped inside, practically pushing me in and closing the door behind her.

"Haye Allah. Kya irada hai mohtarma? Kahi is masoom ki izzat khatre me to nahi? (Oh God, what is your intention, madam? Is this innocent guy’s dignity in danger?)" I asked with a small smirk. She smirked back and walked toward me, pulling me by my collar. Instinctively, my hand went to her waist. My eyes widened, but a smile remained on my face.

"Kya kare, jab shohar itna masoom ho, to biwi ko to badmash banna hi padta hai (What can I do? If the husband is this innocent, then the wife has to be naughty)," she winked mischievously and lightly bit my lips. A chuckle escaped me as I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

"You know, mai tumhara faida utha sakta hun. Aur pura haq bhi rakhta hun. Akhir biwi ho tum meri (I can take advantage of you. And I have full rights. After all, you are my wife)," I said, my eyes darkening slightly.

"Tum utha hi na lo (Only if you do)," she teased, pushing me lightly before bursting into laughter. I raised my eyebrows.

"Are you challenging me, Mrs. Dua Momin Ali?" I asked. Suddenly, she stopped laughing and stared at me for a few moments before lying down on my bed.

"What if I am?" she answered, her question teasing. My heart skipped a beat at her seductive, mischievous, yet innocent gaze. I plopped down beside her, staring into her eyes.

"Then you are in great trouble, wifey," I whispered, running my fingers from her forehead to her cheeks and along her jawline.

"I would love this trouble then," she whispered back, closing her eyes momentarily as my fingers traced her neck down to her collarbone. Both of us stared at each other with intense love and desire. I held the soft skin of her neck between my fingers and pinched it slightly.

"Ah, Momin," a whimper escaped her mouth, and in the next second, my lips were on hers. Hovering above her, I kissed her passionately, hungrily. She wrapped her arms around my head, pulling me closer with our kiss. I bit her lips a few times, and though she did the same, I didn’t mind. We pulled back only when we needed air.

Dua cupped my jaw, tracing her fingers along my jawline. "Momin," she whispered.

I moved closer and kissed her cheeks, whispering, "Momin ki Dua," as I trailed my lips from her jaw to her soft neck. Dua gasped at the new sensation. Even I felt tingles and fire all over my body. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to make her mine so badly.

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Dua’s POV

"Mo…min," I moaned, tilting my head to give him more access while my fingers wandered into his hair, tugging softly.

Everything else faded. The only thing that mattered was Momin and the new feelings I was experiencing.

I had come here to sleep with my husband, not wanting to spend my remaining nights alone. I was leaving in a few days and wanted to spend all of them with Momin.

He began placing soft, wet kisses on my neck, driving me crazy. I tugged his hair gently, closing my eyes and savoring the moment. His lips traveled from my neck to my collarbone. He tugged at my shirt slightly and began kissing my exposed skin. My mind went into overdrive. I had never imagined it could feel this good—to be with him without any fear. He was my husband, and I was his wife, and that gave me immense contentment.

A long time ago, Momin had told me that our Nabi (saw) said if we like or love someone, we should do nikah immediately before Satan misleads us. I was grateful that Momin had always kept our limits. Now, in this pure bond, I wanted him completely. I loved him to the utmost.

Momin’s hands roamed over my body as I moaned. He slipped his hands under my shirt, tugging it up to reveal my flat stomach. He kissed my skin, making my body arch. He kissed my navel and the surrounding exposed skin.

"Oh, Momin," I moaned loudly, digging my nails into his shoulders. He moved up and crashed his lips onto mine, cupping my face with one hand while the other wandered across my soft curves. I had never seen this wild side of him. It was new, but exciting.

My hands went to his shirt buttons, unbuttoning them as he kissed me. Momin removed his shirt hastily and threw it aside. He reconnected our lips as my hands explored his well-built body. He groaned when my cold fingers touched his warm skin, kissing me with even more passion as our bodies pressed together. We had lost all control. We were lost in each other. We were on cloud nine. Our hearts pounded. The room filled with my moans and his groans. Every time we had desired to do this before, we stopped ourselves to protect the purity of our relationship. Now, lawfully bound by nikah, we didn’t want to stop. We wanted to burn in this fire that had always been between us.

My hands wandered toward his trousers absentmindedly.

But as my hand approached, he stiffened and pulled back. I instantly withdrew my hands in embarrassment. He stared into my eyes, and I stared back, wide-eyed. He smiled and cupped my face, his eyes filled with intense love.

"You know, Dua, mere pyar ki tumhare liye koi had nahi hai. Be inteha chahta hun mai tumhe. Meri jaan basti hai tumme. (My love for you has no limits. I want you endlessly. My life resides in you.) I love you so, so much. I respect you even more. And I know… you don’t deserve this…"

He paused, kissing my forehead passionately. My eyes closed. He moved back, and I opened my eyes, staring at him, confused.

"You deserve so much more than just my love. I want to give you everything I can. I want to make you mine, but before that, I want the world to know you are mine. I want your parents’ blessings. I want a grand wedding," he declared, his eyes shining and a smile on his lips. I looked down at his chest, lips slightly pouted.

It meant we had to wait four years. Four freaking years.

"Yes, we have to," he chuckled before taking my hand and placing a kiss on it.

Momin lay beside me, pulling me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his thumping heartbeat. I placed my hand over his heart and wrapped my arms tightly around him.

"I love you so much, Momin," I confessed with all my heart.

"I love you too, Momin ki Dua," he replied, as always. Every time he called me that, my heart fluttered.

"Good night, Dua ki jaan (Dua’s love/life)."

"Good night, Momin ki jaan (Momin’s love/life),"* I replied. Momin kissed my head, wrapping his arms tightly around me, and we drifted into sleep, our hearts full of desire and happiness in each other’s arms.

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I woke up with a tingling sensation all over my face. Slowly opening my eyes, I found Momin smiling at me. I blinked a few times to adjust my vision.

"Good morning, wifey," he pecked my cheeks, mumbling. A smile spread across my lips.

"Good morning, hubby," I replied, pecking his cheeks before hugging him tightly and closing my eyes again.

"Dua, you should go to your room before anyone sees you here," he said softly, running his fingers along my back.

"Hmm," I hummed, not wanting to leave the warmth of his bare upper body.

"Dua," he called again after a while when I didn’t move. Whining, I sat up, pouting. Momin sat beside me, smiling.

*"What? Do you want everyone to see us in one room? Look, I don’t have any problem. In fact, I’ll benefit. As you know, if your parents find out about us, they’ll do our ruksati (wedding departure), and I’ll be the happiest…" His blabbering died as I held his face, crashing my lips onto his. He stiffened for a second, then composed himself, reciprocating my kiss as he wrapped his arms around me. I sat on his lap, kissing him passionately.

We became so comfortable doing this. I could hardly believe any married couple could be this at ease in only two days.

We pulled back, but I couldn’t resist biting his lips. Pressing our foreheads together, we gasped for air silently.

"If… if you try to scare me again, then…"

"Then you will kiss me like this?" he whispered with a grin.

"No, I’ll bite you like this," I said, biting his lips hard.

"Aahh!"

Unintentionally, I bit too hard, drawing blood. My eyes widened, and I jumped off the bed, mumbling, "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"

He glared, touching his lips with his thumb to see the blood.

"Dua, I will—" he started, but before he could, I ran out of his room, laughing at my “victory,” and closed my door.

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Momin’s POV

"Assalamualaikum," I greeted as I entered the dining room and sat on my chair.

"Walaikum Assalam," they replied. Dua wasn’t there at first, but a few minutes later, she entered, strangely wrapping her dupatta around her neck.

"Good morning!" she said loudly, her cheerful voice filling the room, before sitting in the chair beside me.

"Good morning," everyone replied, including me. She looked at me and bit her lips, holding back a smile. Her cheeks were still pinkish—probably a lingering effect of what had happened between us yesterday.

We began our breakfast, but suddenly Hana aunty asked something that made my ears burn.

"Momin, what happened to your lips? Why do they look bruised? Did you fight with someone?" she asked, drawing everyone’s attention to me. I looked up and saw them all staring, concerned, waiting for an answer. I heard Dua’s barely audible giggle—close enough for me to hear because I was sitting beside her. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have caught it.

*"Uh… no…" * I stammered, unsure of what to say.

"Then how did you get this bruise?" Dua asked, her eyes wide and innocent. I glared at her, but she just fluttered her eyelashes, teasing me silently.

"Mosquito bite," I said, staring at her but forcing my eyes toward Hana aunty before anyone could doubt me. "Maybe a mosquito bit me in my sleep. Nothing to worry about, aunty," I added with an assuring smile. They nodded, resuming their breakfast, while Dua lowered her head, hiding her smile.

I placed my hand subtly on her thigh, squeezing it lightly, and leaned toward her ear. To everyone else, it just looked like I was reaching for water on her side.

"I will take my revenge," I whispered softly into her ear.

"All the best," she whispered back, that same mischievous smile still playing on her lips.

GOD!!! This girl will be the death of me.

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