53| Nawal

On our way to Lahore, we stopped at a service station to grab some food before we were on our way again. As predicted, we reached the Iftikhar House at around 10 in the night and I discreetly asked Ahad if we could go back to our home instead and he agreed so we dropped off my parents-in-law and left for our house. I wanted to be alone with Ahad. That seemed to be the only way to get my mind off what happened earlier today.

When we told my parents in law that we were leaving, mom asked us to be here tomorrow in the afternoon again as she was planning a dawat for the family. She said she was going to invite Zoha Appi and her family along with Rumaisa bhabhi and her family, which was my family too.

SLIGHTLY MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

The moment I step foot in our home, I felt relieved like returning home after a long day of work. Without a second thought, we both went into our room. I definitely wasn't sleepy and I already had something in mind so I opened my closet and took out something to wear at night before taking a shower. The warm water falling down on me from the shower head made me sigh as it washed off all my fatigue from the travel. What I had picked out to wear was a short, deep blue silk dress that was long enough to cover half my thighs. Due to pregnancy, my chest size had increased and the dress had a deep neck, which was perfect for how I intended the rest of the night to go. I hung the towel on the rack in the washroom and went out into the room.

The lights were dim and Ahad was wearing a pair of grey trousers only that hung low on his hips as he sat on the bed, phone in hand. He didn't notice me come in. Silently, I took advantage of his unawareness and got into bed next to him. Quickly, I put my arm around him and pressed my lips to his neck as his breath hitched and I smirked against his neck. My hands traced the outline of his bare chest and stomach and I continued kissing his neck, jawline and then collarbones.

"Nawal..." His eyes were closed as he groaned out, boosting my confidence.

I continued running my hand down his body, going lower, and lower. But he caught my hand just as it reached the waistband of his bottoms and flipped us over, hovering over me as he looked down at me with a dark gaze, filled with desire.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and he finally kissed me with so much passion that I let out a gasp. One of his hands was on my waist and the other one was beside my head, balancing him up so his entire wouldn't be on me.

Slowly, as the steamy make out session continued, the flimsy barrier of clothes between us came off as our bare bodies came in contact with each other, joining to become one.

If this was what it was going to take my mind off of that vile man, I would take it.

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I was visibly in a better mood the next morning, to a point that I was lightly humming while dressing up as I put a little extra effort in dressing up. Today was my real eid. I picked out an orchid color dress that ended at my calf with a churidar of the same color under it. The net dupatta was a darker shade of purple. My feet were in heels that looked good enough to kill but if they were what went along with the dress then that's what I would wear. I slightly curled my hair and pinned some away from my face and put on silver earrings and necklace from a set.

"Someone's in a good mood." Ahad commented as he stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders.

As a man, he was already dressed up because there was barely anything he had to do except getting into his clothes. His outfit was a white dress shirt, the first few buttons open but nothing too much, and sleeves rolled up. The shirt was tucked into blue dress pants with a brown belt holding the look together.

"I wonder why. It's not like we spent a great night together or anything." I said in a mixed tone of thoughtfulness and sarcasm.

Maybe my mood for last night still persisted, but I just wanted to take him back to bed right now but mom must have prepared the dawat with love so I didn't want to ditch that. I was excited to meet my family, too.

Ahad and I agreed to go in earlier than the actual time so we could help her out. I linked my arm with my husband and pulled up my dress with the other so I would trip while walking. I called mom and informed her that we were coming in a little earlier and she happily agreed.

As much as I enjoyed being alone at home with Ahad, I equally enjoyed being around my in-laws, especially because they were such great people. Zoha Appi was invited too and I had tried to hold myself back from jumping up and down at the thought of seeing little Ibrahim again. While the kids at Ahad's dadi's house were just as cute, Ibrahim and I had a separate kind of bond which was rare considering I was his mumani which wasn't a very close relation. All I know is that I loved the kid to death.

*mumani: mother's brother's wife.

Mom never missed the chance to welcome us even though we were her own children but she came to the door herself.

"Asalam Alaikum!" She cheerfully said and we greeted back.

My mother-in-law looked gorgeous in her pistachio-colored shalwar kameez. Her hair were pulled into a neat bun and her makeup was natural. She still looked young even at this age, Masha Allah.

When the second set of 'guests' arrived, I got the door and opened to reveal Zoha Appi and Sameer bhai, both wearing matching outfits of blue and grey. Ibrahim was awake, thankfully, and looked around with wide eyes again trying to recognize the place, I assumed. He was matching with his parents too, wearing blue from head to toe. I greeted them and excitedly, yet respectfully, took Ibrahim from his mother and fled inside.

"Oh, my favorite person is here!" Ahad joined us and hugged his sister and brother in law and placed a kiss on his nephew's cheek, who was in my arms, making him giggle cutely. We all awed at the sound.

"Ibrahim makes me want to have a son too but then I think of the bond between a daughter and father and I suddenly want a daughter. It's so confusing." I ranted off to Ahad as he sat down with me and he just laughed.

"I only want a healthy child, be it a boy or girl." He lovingly looked at me once before he got up again to get the door, welcoming my family.

My bhai and bhabhi looked beautiful together, Masha Allah, I prayed they were happy together too. Rumaisa bhabhi was wearing a yellow and pink dress and bhai was dressed in a grey dress shirt and black pants. Seriously, the men of my family had some issues with wearing shalwar kameez. I hugged all of my family members and almost cried when I reached my father in the end, blame it on my messed-up hormones. I had truly missed all of them even if I momentarily forgot it when I was with my second family.

Looking at bhabhi, I was reminded of what she said to me, and though, it was nearly three months ago, I hope she wasn't still sour about it and there wasn't an ill-fitting conversation that took place at a happy occasion.

Naturally, everyone's attention was again on the little boy of the family while the food was brought out. Mom really went all out. My mother said that she didn't feel right being hosted by her daughter's parents-in-law and I had to remind her that it was her son's sasural too and that mom was more than happy to have them here.

*a little reminder: mama is Nawal's mother and mom is Nawal's mother-in-law (Ahad's mother)

When all the food was placed on the table, everyone took their seats, and all the couples sat together.

"Bhabhi, can you pass me that tray please?" I pointed at the tray of rice that was on her side of the table and I thought I saw a scowl before she masked it with a smile that clearly looked forced. I raised an eyebrow skeptically, she couldn't possibly be holding a grudge against me for something that wasn't even my mistake, right? I just hope that our family always stayed intact like this.

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(A.N): Omg second last chapter :'(
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