"Asad!" Yashvi whined.

"What is it, Yashu?" Asad asked not removing his eyes from his laptop.

"I am so ugly" Yashvi sat next to him on the bed and hugged his left arm resting her cheeks on his biceps.

"It's okay, Yashu. I mean I am ugly too and I think that's why we are perfect for eachother" Asad said furiously typing something.

"Asad!" Yashvi gasped. She wasn't expecting this reply.

"What?" He asked.

"You weren't supposed to say that" she pouted. When she got no response from him she closed his laptop and threw it somewhere on the bed and sat on his lap.

"Yashvi—"

"You think I am ugly?" Her eyes filled up with tears. She knew this day would come when he won't find her attractive.

"Yashu, you know that you are the most beautiful women in my eyes. Then what's the point of asking such vague questions?" He cleaned her tears and pecked her lips.

"But you weren't supposed to say that" she hugged him.

"Then what was I supposed to say?" He wrapped his arms around her.

"You should say that I am not ugly and give me attention and make love to me" she said.

"Now I get it. All this drama just to make love. Yashvi, you can always say it directly. There is no need of doing such things" Asad laughed.

"You are mean. You know I am shy" she hid her face in his chest and he laughed once again.

"Four years of married life and still you are shy to ask for it. How cute" he pulled her cheeks and she blushed.

Asad carefully laid her down on the bed and came on the top of her. He crashed his lips on hers and she immediately responded. His hands roaming everywhere on her body and her fingers tangled his curly black hair.

Soon Asad started kissing her jaw and then kissed her sweet spot and a moan escaped from her lips. Asad was about to free her from her T-shirt when she stopped him.

"What happened?" Asad asked as his looked at her confused.

"The door isn't locked. What if ammi comes in?"

"It's 1 at night. No one will come" Asad moved his hands inside her T-shirt when she stopped him again.

"Please" she pleaded. Asad got down the bed and went to lock the door. He came back almost running and without wasting any other moment crashed his lips on hers again. Soon their clothes were on the floor and they made love again that night.

Asad fell on the bed next to Yashvi panting heavily. Yashvi too was trying to catch her breath. Asad pulled her naked form closer to his and she snuggled more into him.

"Have you thought of a name?" Yashvi asked.

"Yes. If it's a girl then we will name her Kainaat and it it's a boy then Kabir" he said playing with her hair.

"I love the names" she kissed his stubbled jaw.

Yashvi was five months pregnant and the day they found out that they were going to be parents they cried the whole night thinking about the human being they made. They had been trying for a year and then one day god finally decided to bless them.

"Will you still love me when I became fat?" Yashvi asked. She was very insecure these days and making love was the only way which comforted her.

"I will. You and this baby is my everything. I will love you both with all my heart" Asad pecked her lips.

"I love you with all my belly" Yashvi said.

"With your belly?"

"Yes because my belly is bigger than my heart" Yashvi explained.

"No doubt you are always hungry" Asad teased her.

"Asad!" She whined and then both of them burst out laughing.

Few months later they welcomed their daughter. Their Kainaat. Their entire world.
Yashvi was perfect for Asad. Asad was perfect for Yashvi and they didn't let religion come in between.

They were divided by boundaries but united by love.

This marks the end of this story.

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